I, a cannon fodder, became the heroine in a variety show

99 Public Execution
In the lounge, Yin Yinying frowned when she heard the words.

At this moment, even if she was a small cannon fodder, she couldn't continue to lie flat and watch the excitement.

It was clearly a team problem, but everyone was playing football and blamed captain Meng Yiyun.

Really, the face is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is.

On stage, the mentor couldn't hold back his emotions.

Twice, "You are a team, is this how you deal with it?"

"It's not our problem..." Li Yun wanted to refute, but was stopped by the people next to her.

And she even glared at the other party, with dissatisfaction written all over her body.

【? 】

[I really laughed, this person really doesn't have any reflective psychology at all, I can be called the No. 1 dumping pot. 】

[It feels like the instructor is speechless. 】

[I'm so pissed off, it's obviously a team issue, so why only throw the problem on our sister Yun? 】

[Sister Yun was dragged down by this group of people, I vomited. 】

In the end, a batch is inevitable.

The instructor gave their whole group a very low score, the lowest group so far.

In addition to this, everyone in the group is scored individually.

The scores of the five people were all low, but Meng Yiyun had the highest score among them.

In this way, others will be even more dissatisfied.

When she was about to step down, someone pulled the veil off Meng Yiyun's face. In an instant, the blush on her face was simultaneously played on the big screen, and the execution was carried out publicly.

For idols, image management is very important, and appearing in front of the audience with this appearance has a big impact on themselves.

What's more, her eyes were swollen from crying, her hair was a little messy, she had no image at all, and she was in a mess.

At the same time, someone took the opportunity to take the microphone and complained, "She didn't pay attention to this stage at all, and she deliberately wanted to drag us down!"

The faces of the few people in the instructor's seat were ugly.

But no one paid any attention to these words, and only indifferently arranged for the next group to come on stage.

Meng Yiyun stood there in a daze for a long time, staring at his appearance on the screen, his eyes full of helplessness and dullness.

In the end, weeping, he picked up the veil in a panic, and ran off the stage with his face half covered.

[It's so ugly, can such a person be an idol?LOL. 】

[Uh, this skin condition is too bad, it's better to wear less makeup. 】

[Hahahahaha I didn't expect her to be so ugly, which hospital did it?I dodge the thunder. 】

[Ah, I feel so sorry for Sister Yun, why is our baby being bullied like this! 】

[Obviously they were targeted, who are they in the team?Maybe they framed it. 】

[Heizi, don't take this opportunity to make a living, okay?Do you dare to say that you will not have allergies and acne?Artists are people too, right? 】

[She insisted on going on stage despite being in poor health. Doesn't this mean that our Sister Yun has a high professional ability! 】

When they returned to the backstage, other people in the team were still complaining.

"I'm really convinced. I didn't agree with this song from the very beginning. Meng Yiyun still insisted on choosing it. Now it drags us all into trouble. Are you satisfied?"

Meng Yiyun's eyes were filled with tears, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

They had a big disagreement from the beginning of the song selection, and they dragged on for several days without making a decision. In the end, they had to draw lots and choose a song at random, and they clearly had no objections at the time.

Why is there a problem now, the fault is all on her head.

(End of this chapter)