Female Venerable: The devil wants to be a big star

Chapter 48

After putting away the voice recorder, Liao Xiaomi went out and walked backstage. When he lowered his head, he saw a message from his phone saying that he had passed the preliminary selection and could participate in the recording of the program.

For a moment, he didn't know whether it was He Mu or the fat man who did it, but it was expected, after all, the money was paid.

It's just that the speed is a little too fast.

When I walked backstage, I saw four people, all dressed in black, sitting in the corner playing with their mobile phones. Drums and guitars were placed everywhere. They must be a band.

He walked over and said, "How do you count as original?"

The woman closest to him ignored him and said casually, "Twenty thousand."

"puff."

A person next to him put down his mobile phone and said, "Fart, fart! 500 yuan is enough. Where's the music score?"

Liao Xiaomi crossed his hands and asked, "You won't eat my original work, will you?"

He doesn't understand this aspect, so he has multiple perspectives.

"Don't worry, there are hundreds of people claiming to be original all the time. If we dared to swallow it, we would have been reported long ago. And since you have concerns, just apply for originality."

"How to apply."

The man heard the other person's voice was a boy, and he knew she was a beauty by looking at her figure, so he said gently: "Add WeChat and I will send you a website. It is from the Chinese Creators Protection Association. Everyone who has a work can apply there. Yes. As long as there is no quarrel, this will be fine."

After they added WeChat, Liao Xiaomi opened the website and tinkered with it for a while, then took out the sheet of music from his pocket, took a photo, uploaded it, and then handed it over to them.

"Okay, is this your first song? I personally recommend that you make your own original song in the finals, and then you can sing whatever you want."

"Makes sense."

After all, there was only one song. He took the sheet music back, turned around and left, "Let's talk about it then."

"Hey, have a personality."

"Sister Le, why are you talking so much? Some people can't even pass the first round."

"I don't know, it's just a feeling. Don't you find that he is beautiful?"

"Pretty but not edible."

After walking out of the backstage, Liao Xiaomi finally thought about the backup dancers. The return of the gods of the New Treasure Island is no joke. Only the backup dancers can be used to know who is in the C position.

However, he walked around and couldn't figure out how to find someone, so he asked the staff, "What should I do if I want to find a backup dancer?"

Hearing this, the man looked him up and down, "What kind of big star is he, choosing a show and having to dance with him?"

"Can't?" Aren't the stars in Liao Xiaomi's memory all jumping up and down?

"No! All formal competitions involve singing seriously!"

'Okay, no need to find a backup dancer. '

Liao Xiaomi had no fluctuations in his heart. To be honest, he was quite looking forward to the new treasure island. After all, it was also the title of the root of all evil.

such a pity.

With regret, he slipped back to the hotel, slept until dark, and checked the time, it was six o'clock in the evening.

Feeling hungry, she walked out of the hotel to look for food. She saw a car slowly looking over. The car window opened. He Mu's red hair was very conspicuous. She hooked her fingers and closed the car window.

Liao Xiaomi ignored him and turned around to walk to a restaurant. As soon as he sat down, a message came from his phone, "Come here."

It's He Mu.

He sneered, "I'll come if you ask me to, just a subordinate."

As if he didn't see him coming out, the other party said: "Come out and take you to see the world."

Liao Xiaomi: "I won't go."

"Liao Xiaomi, you don't want to be a daytime person on your way to becoming a star."

Looking at this sentence, he raised his eyebrows, stood up directly, looked at the waiter holding the menu, and turned to leave.

"Shoot, you scared me." The waiter was so frightened by his sudden rise that he took a step back, muttered, and sent the menu to another table.

I heard one of them say: "Hello, I don't want hot water. Please take this pot away."

"Ok."

She took away the pot of tea and subconsciously looked at the two people. She saw the blind stick leaning on the table.

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Liao Xiaomi got into the back seat and smelled a smell of alcohol, but the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood outside were immediately blocked. He felt much better and asked straight to the point: "Is that fat man one of yours?"

He Mu said: "The tens of thousands of people in Sichuan Eye are all my people."

"Why did you go and call me specifically?" Liao Xiaomi looked at her face inquiringly, "You can tell me if you like, I don't mind."

"I mind." He Mu looked forward, without looking at him, and said coldly, "Don't recommend yourself to something that other women have touched. There are many more beautiful men than you."

"Oh."

He responded, and He Mu couldn't help turning her head to look at him. When she met the eyes that were watching the show, she felt an inexplicable fire in her heart. She wanted to see what he looked like when he cried.

Thinking of the purpose of her visit, she returned to her normal state, "There is some clothes in the back. You can't go to that place until you change into them."

Liao Xiaomi turned around and saw an exquisite handbag. While taking it, she asked: "Where is it? Charity ball?"

"You have read too many novels, but it is indeed a dance."

Liao Xiaomi smiled and said, "You want me to be your dance partner?"

He Mu also smiled and patted the driver's seat. A woman turned her head. It was the guy whose fingers he had broken off during the day.

She said: "You are her dance partner, but you are not qualified to be mine."

The fat on the fat woman's face always reminded me of the vegetable market. She squinted her eyes and smiled awkwardly, and her fingers had been bandaged and fixed.

"Thank you, Mr. He. It's my honor to attend the dance with you." Wang Wu said sincerely. God knows her mind was blank when she opened the car door.

But as soon as Liao Xiaomi got in the car, she understood that the relationship was like a young couple quarreling and making him feel disgusted with herself!

Am I that disgusting?
Liao Xiaomi's smile disappeared, his eyes were dark, he lowered his head to take out the clothes from the bag, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "."

It was a slender and tight-fitting skirt that covered the hips, with a huge hollow V-shape on the back that reached the tailbone. It was also slightly transparent. He estimated that it would make no difference if he could run naked after wearing it.

Seeing that he was silent, He Mu laughed. The expression on the young man's face was so amusing. From the calm and barbaric at the beginning, the shy and gentle behind the way, and the indifference after tearing his face, what kind of man is this man? ?
"Come on, it's expensive."

He Mu focused on boys, bold and frivolous, rude and arrogant.

"Why, don't you want to be a star? I'll take you to the upper class circles to recognize your face. The road to stardom will be smooth in the future. Are you right, Wang Wu?"

Wang Wu didn't dare to look back. How dare she look at the boss's man? Thinking that she even touched him, she really wanted to hack herself to death.

She whispered: "Yes, yes."

Liao Xiaomi tied the skirt into a line and looked at her like she was holding a hemp rope. He Mu's eyelids jumped, "What, you want to do it again?"

He sighed, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. He Xiangyang, you have gone too far."

He said, wrapping the skirt around his hands and throwing himself on her.

"Puff, I knew it!"

There was a fierce fighting sound from behind, which made Wang Wu want to cover his ears. Damn it, your dad, why did you ask me to come here? It's so bullying!

He Mu grabbed the skirt around his neck and said with a dark face: "Are you going to kill someone? How can a boy be so rude!"

Liao Xiaomi sneered: "Hehehehe, let me go first."

He was pinned down by this guy, and his hands were firmly grasped by one of her hands, making him unable to move.

The difference between men and women is too great. Liao Xiaomi was not caught off guard this time, so he couldn't beat him at all.

He Mu pulled off her skirt with her other hand and touched her cheek gently, feeling a slight sting immediately.

Broken.

"I'm going to sell you to Neon to fulfill your dream of becoming a star."

She seemed to have a chill in her words, and her red hair hung down, irritating his nose. Liao Xiaomi was silent for a moment, and then suddenly sneezed.

"Ah."

He sniffed and turned to avoid the falling hair, "If you dare to sell it, I dare to enjoy it. Anyway, it has harmed many people, so go and fight against Japan."

As soon as these words came out, the way He Mu looked at him changed. You must know that boys in this society are still conservative, and they speak and behave like gentlemen.

When Liao Xiaomi said this, she almost believed half of it immediately, and suddenly felt that she was touching an extra-large AIDS virus, and her skin was itchy.

"Stay away from me." She let go of her hand, almost immediately pressed against the car door, opened the window for some air, and shouted to Wang Wu: "Turn on the air conditioner!"

Liao Xiaomi looked melancholy, "It's useless, AIDS can be transmitted through the air. I just sneezed, I'm sorry."

"!!!"

The faces of the two people in the car changed, and they were completely unaware of the problem of how AIDS is transmitted.

He Mu resisted the urge to escape, remained calm, and already touched the door handle.

Wang Wu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was about to cry. He wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak, so he could only quickly turn on the air conditioner.

Just in case, she meant just in case.

They're role-playing, right.

(End of this chapter)