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Chapter 161 The other party is typing
"By the way, which professional school did you graduate from? I'm from Beifu. Maybe you're still my junior sister."

"I... didn't study design."

Nuan Nuan showed a formulaic smile.

Zong Ying nodded with a clear expression.

"Hey, halfway to become a monk? That's even more difficult! I'm looking forward to it even more, you must have your own way!"

"No, no, I can't compare with my predecessors..."

Zong Ying benefited from the praise, turned around and looked at Nuan Nuan's matching street style, and frowned.

"But today's set, I'm afraid you can't pass it. You'd better have a backup plan."

Nuan Nuan hurriedly searched in her lookbook.

Zong Ying stopped her.

"It's running out of time, so I'll make an alternative plan first, in case the program group fails, I can give it a shot."

Nuan Nuan can only put down the LOOKBOOK and squeeze out a grateful smile.

"Then thank you, Teacher Zong!"

Zong Ying continued to pack her clothes, Nuan Nuan breathed a sigh of relief.

If she hadn't met Miss Xiao Li and experienced Li Biqi, she might not be able to deal with Zong Ying today.

Nuan Nuan put down a little, picked up the phone involuntarily, and subconsciously opened Han Che's WeChat box.

The dialog is blank.

Instead, Han Che's name displayed "Han Che is typing...".

She couldn't help being taken aback.

In fact, this is just a note from her to Han Che.

At that time, she hated Han Che for talking too little and never replying to text messages. She was anxious and changed his name.

Han Che found out, picked up her phone sullenly, and tapped the screen a few times.

From then on, her note on Han Che also changed to "Nuannuan is typing".

Can……

He hasn't posted anything for so many days, how long is he going to type?

What about the one who apologized?
What did you do?
Nuan Nuan thought in her heart, and typed words casually under her hands. She didn't plan to send it out, but just wanted to show it to herself, and before she could type everything, the phone rang suddenly.

Nuan Nuan shivered with fright, and quickly picked up the phone.

"I'm the producer of our group. Let me inform you. You don't have to leave so early tomorrow. Wait for my notice."

"Hey, okay, thank you."

Nuannuan hung up the phone, stared blankly, and suddenly thought of her mobile phone, only to find that she had accidentally sent the garbled message just now, she hurriedly withdrew it, but it was too late.

In Han Che's studio, the screen of Han Che's phone lit up.

He hastily opened it.

What I saw was a set of garbled characters.

Han Che frowned strangely and began to study it. Even if he used Morse code to decode it, he still couldn't understand it for a long time.

What the hell does this mean?
Nuan Nuan, who had already returned to the room, hugged her head directly, and rolled onto the bed, patting the quilt powerlessly, with shame and anger on her face.

She was screwed, and she took the initiative to contact him!

She lost all face!

What to do!

Nuan Nuan closed her eyes, and finally turned off the phone and closed her eyes.Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

The trilogy of pretending to be dead is perfect!

Until the next morning, Nuan Nuan was awakened by a knock on the door.

She was wearing pajamas and opened the door sleepily, only to find that Zong Ying was leaning gracefully against the door with exquisite makeup and decent clothes.

Seeing Nuan Nuan, Zong Ying pulled his face.

"Why are you still sleeping! See you downstairs in 15 minutes, and bring all the clothes you matched yesterday."

"But last night the producer called and told me to wait for his notification..."

"Producer? Which producer? Don't make excuses, hurry up!"

Zong Ying looked disgusted.

Nuannuan smiled and nodded.

"Understood Teacher Zong, I will clean up now."

After Nuan Nuan finished speaking, she hurried back to the room, brushing her teeth while packing her things.

Isn't it cheating?

This is not the first time, who is afraid of whom?

Let's read the libretto on a donkey, we'll see!
Twenty minutes later, Nuan Nuan and Zong Ying came to the artist service room of the Xingcheng crew.

Cooperating with He Zongying, Nuan Nuan put on the clothes and hung them on the rack.

One shelf is Fang Hanchen's clothes, and the other shelf is Lin Jiayi's clothes.

The assistant director of the program group and Fang Hanchen walked in one after another.

Fang Hanchen looked at the matching outfit, and Zong Ying handed him the shirt she wore yesterday. Fang Hanchen shook the blue checked bow tie when he saw it.

"This is not for me."

"Mr. Fang, we carefully selected this blue color to bring out your temperament!"

"I know, but it's not suitable for me. Personally, I prefer street fashion and a more casual style. This outfit is too formal. Of course, if I propose to Lin Jiayi in the last issue, it would be very suitable."

Lin Jiayi just walked in, and smiled slightly when she heard this.

"Marriage proposal? Then I must be willing."

Seeing this, Zong Ying asked tentatively.

"Then... what does Teacher Fang mean?"

"Let's still wear this suit today!"

While Fang Hanchen was speaking, he picked a clothes rack and took out a matching set.

This set is exactly the street style that Nuan Nuan wore yesterday.

Nuan Nuan next to him showed a smile on his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and took another girl's outfit from the shelf and handed it to Lin Jiayi.

"If it's the street style chosen by the senior, Lin Lin can match it with the same color."

Lin Jiayi took the clothes and compared them on her body.

"good."

Zong Ying looked unhappy and glanced at the assistant director.

"Is this made by your own stylist? It's suitable for you, but it's not suitable for our show!" The assistant director looked at Nuan Nuan, his face was longer than a donkey, "The two outfits you chose are not at all suitable. It doesn't fit the scene! Have you seen the scene? Haven't seen it? Sure enough, he's a newcomer..."

The smile on Nuan Nuan's face froze and became embarrassed.

Zong Ying added fuel and vinegar at this time.

"I looked at the venue yesterday, and today I'm going to shoot in the villa area. It's taller, and this kind of casual style will be weird, but this one is more classic and fits the temperament of the environment."

"Well, that's right! It's our own stylist for the show, who knows the show best!"

The assistant director nodded in satisfaction, and picked up Zong Ying's body and handed it over.

Fang Hanchen didn't want to answer, and frowned.

Old Liu took it with a smile.

"No problem, no problem. We're just starting out. We definitely need to get used to it. Slowly get used to it!"

"That's right, get used to it slowly! I'm so familiar with our show, I'll try to do it well in the future!" Nuan Nuan could only echo with a smile.

Lin Jiayi immediately asked: "Teacher Zong, which one am I?"

Zong Ying smiled and handed Lin Jiayi clothes, and was about to come forward to help.

Lin Jiayi didn't even look at her, she just looked at Nuan Nuan with a smile on her face.

"Nuannuan, help me change."

Zong Ying, who was next to him, suddenly looked embarrassed. He didn't put down the hand that was hanging in the air, nor did he stretch it out.

Even so, Fang Hanchen gave Nuan Nuan an apologetic look.

(End of this chapter)