The President's Best Wife

Chapter 75 75 Let me drink saliva, do you really want to die?
"I C...do you paint or not? If you don't paint, you will fall down."

Wen Qiao: "This selection is very important to me."

Xia Xia patted her hand away, "Oh, I see, just wait for my makeup skills."

A few minutes later, Wen Qiao looked at the lifelike butterfly flower foils on the backs of both hands, and praised Xia Xia's craftsmanship, "It's a pity that you don't learn how to draw."

"Sister, I know too many things. Sit down, and now I will paint your face." Xia Xia helped her face and began to put on her makeup.

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an auditorium.

"It's so boring, they dance to something stupid." A teenager wearing sunglasses and crossing his legs murmured in a low voice about the nervous dancers on the stage.

"Yes, yes, school is boring. The selection of the art department, why do we have to suffer from the performance department?" The boy next to the boy handed him the drink at hand, "Brother Chen has worked hard, come and drink."

The boy took off his sunglasses, revealing his handsome face, and slapped the water-handling boy on the head, "You made me drink water? You really want to die, don't you?!"

The boy rubbed the place where he was photographed aggrievedly, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I said drink, drink."

Ming Wanchen took the drink, and pretended to hit him, "Damn it, why would you be such a stupid little brother, and why would you be my assistant in the future? I'm starting to regret it."

The boy barked in seconds: "Don't, Brother Chen, I will definitely pay attention next time, for Brother Chen, I am willing to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, and I will not hesitate to do so."

After finishing speaking, he also imitated the eunuch kneeling in the TV series, smiling obsequiously, with a bit of naivety.

Ming Wanchen: "..."

The people sitting at the front of the auditorium were the judges from the May Fifth Dance Troupe. Seeing that the performance of the dozens of people in front was mediocre or even poor, they shook their heads one after another.

"Are all the dancers in University A this bad now?"

"Hey, the last time a talent was selected was seven or eight years ago. It seems that University A..." The judge didn't continue, but shook his head, sighed, and said to the host, "The next classmate please."

Before this, the judges called all dancers, but now they changed their name to classmate. Ordinary people would not think it was a big deal, but for dance majors, it was a denial of their strength.

The host is a student of broadcasting in this school. It is inevitable to be embarrassed when faced with such a situation. She can see clearly on the stage how the former students majoring in dance are doing. Even as a foreign major, she can see something wrong. , let alone a professional dance troupe.

He glanced at the school leaders who were also sitting in the auditorium. Their faces were even uglier. It was conceivable how disappointed the performance of those students before them was.

He braced himself and said, "I invite No. 56, "The Last Day" brought by Ou Jinyan."

Hearing her name, Ou Jinyan took a deep breath at the entrance, and Gao Shuining stroked her back to comfort her, "It's okay, take a deep breath, don't be nervous."

Ou Jinyan made a gesture of cheering, and then went on stage.

All the surrounding lights were dimmed, leaving only a bunch of stage lights.

Ou Jinyan got into the dancing posture, and started to move as the music sounded. Her basic skills were solidly practiced, and every movement was just right. People from the May Fifth Dance Troupe who didn't have much hope at first, looked at it. A hopeful, disappointed face slowly surfaced with satisfaction.

However, there was a problem with the big jump of the climax.

(End of this chapter)