After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

On the day of the primary selection of the variety show, Murong Qiao also came to the show.

She doesn't have many roles as a special guest. Compared with a role like a judge, she is more like a vase who sits by and occasionally speaks.

But Murong Qiao also liked the position that director Xu Zhuo had arranged for him, at least it was easy.

And she can take a closer look to see if there are any good seedlings that can be brought to her company.

Mentioning good seedlings, Murong Qiao thought for no reason of the boy named Jing Jianbai he saw yesterday.

"Please close your eyes." The makeup artist signaled.

Murong Qiao was obedient, obediently sitting on the chair and letting the makeup artist draw on her face.

It's just that the thoughts in my head are more active because my eyes are closed.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some time before the show starts, she can go to the backstage to have a look later. All the contestants are there, and maybe she can find some "surprises".

The makeup artist carefully added the last little detail, "Okay."

Murong Qiao opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

The makeup artist chose a set of light makeup for her, which was the icing on the cake for her bright appearance. I also painted the eye shadow with golden glitter, so that it looks better on the show, so that the makeup will not be overwhelmed by the lights.

"Is there a mask? I'll go out for a while." Murong Qiao looked at the makeup artist and asked.

Although he is not a celebrity, many people know his face, and Murong Qiao didn't want to get into any unnecessary trouble when he went backstage.

The makeup artist went directly to the bag and took a mask for Murong Qiao, "Wearing a mask may affect the makeup effect a little, you can call me later or come back to touch up your makeup so that you can go on the show."

"Okay." Murong Qiao agreed casually.

She had been to the scene last time to go through the process, so she was quite familiar with the route here at the competition site.

Murong Qiao put on a mask and a looser hat, walked around several busy staff members and walked towards the backstage.

At the moment, everyone in the backstage was busy doing their own work. From time to time, someone shouted to communicate work or give orders. When Murong Qiao came over, he heard a mess of voices.

"Hurry up! Why are you dawdling! The show will start later, who will be responsible for any problems!"

"Didn't someone move the box here? Why hasn't it been moved!"

"Lights lights! Double check!"

The noisy voice almost drowned Murong Qiao in it.

Unlike the dressing room that director Xu Zhuo specially left for Murong Qiao, it was so quiet that one could calm one's mind, while the backstage was a mess, with people shouting all the time.

Murong Qiao carefully avoided a few pieces of equipment and followed the route to the area where the players were staying.

But the environment was too chaotic, and the cluttered voices filled his ears, so that Murong Qiao didn't notice the sound of a hurried footstep at all, and was knocked sideways by the rushing person.

She subconsciously supported the wall next to her, so she didn't make a fool of herself and fell to the ground.

It's just that the person who bumped into him fell straight on the ground because of too much momentum, gasping for breath in pain.

"Hiss—it hurts."

Murong Qiao stood up straight, looking at the boy on the ground crying out for pain.

The rare mid-length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of the head, and the fierce look was relieved a lot by the pained expression, and the black leather jacket with rivets was particularly eye-catching, reminding Murong Qiao of a motorcycle roaring down the street. The boy who passed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road just now, are you okay?" Fortunately, the other party got up quickly, and there should be nothing serious.

Murong Qiao shook his head, "It's fine."

"That's good, that's good. This is my call. If you call me, I will compensate you. I'm really sorry to bump into you."

The other party seemed to be in a hurry, took out a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers directly to Murong Qiao.

"Besides, I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

Without waiting for Murong Qiao to answer, the boy hurriedly got up and left, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

this--

Murong Qiao looked at the number in his hand without knowing it, but he didn't care too much, and stuffed it in his pocket casually.

But I don't know if it's because there are too many people in the backstage today and they are too busy, or because of fate, that makes Murong Qiao favored by accident.

After being almost knocked over by someone, Murong Qiao was mistaken for a staff member again.

"Hey, it's just you." Feng Duo took a step sideways with a dirty face, and stood in front of Murong Qiao.

He was condescending, and his tone was quite disgusting. "I want to change to a separate dressing room, you can find it."

Crowded with that group of people, and a group of people walking around, in such a big place, he would be bored to death by the crowd.

"I don't—" Murong Qiao was about to explain.

"How much do you charge, just give me a separate dressing room." Feng Duo interrupted.

Murong Qiao frowned, and glanced at Feng Duo's clothes.

Today was the primary election, and one hundred and fifty people were divided into groups of five, and their uniforms would be uniform, so Murong Qiao could tell from Feng Duo's clothes at a glance that he was a contestant.

It's just... Murong Qiao was a little surprised that some of the contestants were so bad.

She was even thinking about how this man got in during the audition.

"Are you dumb?" Feng Duo asked impatiently.

The ambient buzzing outside also annoyed him terribly.

Since he was a child, Feng Duo has always had the best food, clothing and housing. Like now, he squeezed into the same room with others to prepare for makeup, and asked himself to cooperate with others in performances. Feng Duo can be called irritable.

If it wasn't for the sake of being selected as an artist by these companies, he wouldn't come to this shitty place.

Before Murong Qiao could speak this time, the door behind Feng Duo was opened again, and Qiu Ze walked out from inside.

"Feng Duo? Are you still not going back to put on makeup?" Qiu Ze came over and asked.

He raised his eyebrows worriedly, "If this delay continues, I'm afraid the time to go on stage will also be delayed."

The other four people in Feng Duo's group were all ready now, but Feng Duo remained silent for a long time.

The four people in the room gathered together to complain that they had Feng Duo as a teammate, and each of them complained that they would lose the selection because of Feng Duo's delay in the game, but no one wanted to persuade them to go back.

After all, he is a young man from a rich family. What would ordinary people like them do if their words made people angry and they were retaliated against?

Under such circumstances, Qiu Ze, who was sitting on the side, suddenly made a noise and took the initiative to take over the matter.

Feng Duo didn't even look at Qiu Ze, he stared at Murong Qiao and said. "Is it a lack of money or something else? Time is tight, so hurry up and change the room for me."

"It can't be changed." Murong Qiao directly refused.

She wrote down Feng Duo's appearance, and immediately pulled him into her blacklist.

Regardless of whether he is good-looking or talented, CG will definitely not want this kind of character. This is a matter of character.

Feng Duo clicked his tongue, "Can't you change the room?"

Murong Qiao was too lazy to waste time talking to this kind of person, so he turned around and left after noting the person's appearance.

"Don't embarrass others. The game is important now. If you don't go to the game, you will be judged as a loser." Qiu Ze sighed.

Feng Duo snorted coldly, because Qiu Ze's words attracted attention, but he didn't notice that Murong Qiao had left.

He looked Qiu Ze up and down with his eyes, as if thinking. "Are you flattering me?"