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Chapter 17 Rehearsal
When Gan Jing turned his head again, Xu Ying had already disappeared from the door.

In fact, this girl was only acting as an introducer, she didn't participate in the show itself, and she still had work to do.

Gan Jing sat on the chair, thinking about performing for the TV audience in front of the camera later, thinking about making them as interested in him as possible, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous and a little uneasy.

"Hey, are you the one who blows the smoke rings?" There was a person next to him who seemed to have put on makeup, the blemishes on his face were covered, and he looked greasy.

Gan Jing had a good impression of him. He was a magician when he came to the screening last time, and his performances were quite interesting.

"Yep."

"Hahaha." The man laughed a little loudly, which attracted the attention of several people, but he was not nervous at all, anyway, he raised his voice even more, "Puffing smoke rings can also perform on stage! Really, all kinds of monsters and ghosts come out Already!"

Gan Jing looked at the exaggerated expression on his face, blinked and said nothing.

The people next to him heard the movement here and let out low titters.

For a moment, Gan Jing suddenly felt that he did not belong to this space.

"What are you doing?" After a while, a middle-aged female makeup artist came over with a blank expression and asked.

Seeing her serious expression, Gan Jing was a little stunned and said, "Blow out smoke rings."

The makeup artist frowned, ignoring the teasing gazes of others, stopped holding the foundation in her hand, and looked it over carefully.

She turned the swivel chair around so that Gan Jing was facing her, and then observed for a while before she said: "You must draw your lips well for breathing smoke rings. In this way, I will draw a lip shape for you first and then paint some more." Pale lipstick."

Faced with Gan Jing's puzzled gaze, the serious expression of the middle-aged makeup artist rarely softened, and she explained gently: "Since it is blowing smoke rings, the close-up shots will definitely shoot your lips, and I will make you stand out like this." point."

The young magician sneered just now: "What's brilliant? Breathing out smoke rings brilliantly."

I have to say that performances like puffing smoke rings really don't have much audience, at least before Gan Jing's performance.

Actors are divided into first-level and second-level, and music is divided into professional examinations, but who has heard of the level of smoking rings?

The makeup artist didn't care about other people's comments, she just wanted to do her job well. She bent down and carefully outlined the shape of Gan Jing's lips.

Gan Jing had never put on makeup, and the people around him didn't look very friendly, so he was a little bit on pins and needles, but now the middle-aged makeup artist was so close to him, so close that he could clearly see every wrinkle on her forehead, hair loss, etc. The graying hair on the top can't help but give birth to an inexplicable touch.

In such a mood, the makeup artist finished painting Gan Jing's lips and applied a little concealer to him, making this young guy look more energetic than before.

Taking a step back and looking at her own results, the make-up artist nodded in satisfaction and was about to continue to make up for others, but just as she turned around, she seemed to remember something, she turned sideways, patted Gan Jing on the shoulder, and said softly One sentence: "Come on."

Immediately, the makeup artist walked quickly to the next place where makeup was needed.

Looking at her back, Gan Jing didn't know what to say, all he knew was that he was suddenly full of strength.

After about half an hour, the task in the dressing room was completed, and the program team began calling for people to go to the rehearsal.

Today, the plan is to record the appearance of the day, first the rehearsal, and then the first round of the preliminaries.

Gan Jing followed the team and came to the studio, where he was assigned a number——No. 22, which was also the last number.

In front of him is the magician, number 21.

"Tsk tsk, you're actually behind me? That's really bad luck." No. 21 glanced at Gan Jing's number and said regretfully.

Just looking at his tone, there is a feeling of being complacent and a villain.

Gan Jing was a little puzzled, this person's appearance is not bad, why does he have such a narrow and small belly?

He finally asked, "I didn't offend you, did I?"

"Haha, offended me? No, no, but you have to know that we are all competitors now." No. 21 laughed, and he smiled, "Now I will teach you the first lesson, how to step on your competitors to climb up!"

Gan Jing was silent for a while, and said: "It's not just one person who advanced."

"But only one person is the champion, only one person's bonus is 50 yuan, and only one person can attract everyone's attention." No. 21 talked about his outlook on life, and said to himself, "I will be the last one, you guys , are here to compete for second place."

This kind of self-confidence made Gan Jing surprised and at a loss, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Maybe, this person is really capable?

Just thinking about this, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked by in the aisle, Gan Jing saw No. 21's complexion suddenly changed, switching from aloof and confident to being kind and natural.

"Uncle, come and see."

"Well, Xiao Lu worked hard."

"That's for sure, look at mine."

The middle-aged man continued to walk forward with dignity and sat in the best viewing position.

Gan Jing was thinking about who that person was, when he heard comments from the side—"Isn't that the director? Why does he come to watch this show?", "This show is very popular", "Who is No. 21?" Ah, it looks like I know the director!"
Uh, others didn't hear it clearly, but Gan Jing who was next to him did. The head of the station seemed to be No. 21's uncle.

"Is this what you rely on?" Gan Jing asked, feeling that his self-confidence is not because of his ability, but because of having such an uncle as the head of the station?

"Hmph." No. 21 squinted and ignored Gan Jing.

The number of the two people is the last two, and the sitting position is relatively rear.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gan Jing naturally didn't want to talk to him, just quietly watching the rehearsal ahead.

After watching this for more than two hours, the previous rehearsal on the 21st was over, and it was almost time for Gan Jing to take the stage. The host suddenly said on stage: "There is not enough time, let's start the preliminaries directly."

Gan Jing, who was about to get up, was stunned. His right hand pointed to the stage, and then to himself. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he looked at the number plate in his hand suspiciously.

No. 22, yes, maybe I took a fake brand?
Gan Jing helplessly spread his hands, but saw the gloating expression of No. 21 magician who came down from the stage and came to meet him.

"You don't even have a part in the rehearsal? How bad are you?"

Seeing his despicable appearance, Gan Jing began to feel a little bit of anger in his heart, as long as you have something to do with it, as for showing off so proudly?Isn't it just a game?You will definitely win the final championship?

Instead of looking at him, Gan Jing sat in the back row silently watching the host explain the preliminaries rules.

Fortunately, this time she confirmed the number. There are 22 people in total, and she is indeed one of them.

I want to see what kind of moths can appear after the game.

Gan Jing sat on the seat, his heart filled with anger, but his whole state gradually relaxed.

(End of this chapter)