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Chapter 172 This idol is not ordinary 10
When everyone changed their clothes, put away their luggage, and followed the big brother back to the small square, those disciples were still there.

The elder brother was about to go over to remind him, but was stopped by the director.

"These shots are pretty good."

The director said brightly.

Then lead everyone to speed up the pace.

Eldest brother is still a little hesitant, it was agreed that the program team can film the disciples practicing.

However, in this scene, he is not at all willing to be recorded by the camera.

Not for anything else.

The homework should have ended a long time ago, but it has been delayed until now. It must be that some disciples did not practice seriously, or they did not meet Master's requirements today.

It's better not to take pictures of the master training others.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for his juniors and younger sisters to watch the show later.

The elder brother was about to explain a few words to the director, when he heard the head of the immortal suddenly roared, "You guys, this is really the worst class I have ever led!"

Everyone paused, and to be reasonable, the roar of the sect leader was quite scary.

Although almost everyone has heard this sentence when they were students, the aura of the teacher is still far behind that of the master.

"But Master, you only take us this year."

An aggrieved voice came out again.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, the children nowadays are really courageous.

The head seemed to want to say something, but the bold kid pointed to the program group standing not far away.

Everyone: ...

Feelings are knowing that there are guests, so you won't be beaten.

Only then did the headmaster look back, and the anger on his face dissipated a little.

Then he said flatly, "Here we are."

Only then did everyone realize that the leader is really young, only 23 or [-] years old, with a handsome appearance, but he looks a little cold and not easy to get along with.

A simple exercise suit can also give off a kind of fairy air by him.

He came over and introduced himself, "I am Mo Qiurong, the current head of the Huashan School."

"Master Mo."

After a group of people greeted each other, the director was still thinking about the practice scene he was going to shoot.

"Master Mo, can you show the Huashan School's kung fu? Let's take a close-up and put it at the beginning of the show."

The director immediately took a fancy to Mo's face.

Compared with the master, those disciples are no longer important.

Head Mo looked at the director quietly, neither agreeing nor refusing.

A few seconds later, the director directly admitted his cowardice, and changed his words cheerfully, "Or it can be shown by all the disciples of the Huashan School. If there are many people watching, there will be momentum."

The headmaster still looked at the director with a blank expression, but this time he quickly turned his head and said to the disciples behind him, "Do your homework again today."

Who would dare not listen to Sect Leader Mo's words.

A dozen or so disciples stood up quickly, and waved the wooden swords in their hands with a soft heck.

"Tch, that's what it looks like." Model Ruan said with some disdain.

These movements seem really simple. In Ruan's view, those grandparents who dance swords in the square in the morning and evening are more beautiful than this one.

As soon as she finished speaking, Huashan's disciples swung their swords in this direction.

At that moment, the wind blew up on the flat ground, and the few people standing in the front row could clearly feel a gust of sword energy passing in front of them.

There was even some fine sand mixed in, which made several people's eyes hard to open.

Their every move is still going on, every movement seems to carry invisible power.

Model Ruan immediately turned pale with fright.

As she stepped back, she muttered softly, "Where did the evil wind come from?"

No one answered her words, and the two camera seats facing her turned to the small square at the direction of the director.

Model Ruan turned to look at the director angrily.

However, the director was looking at the camera obsessively, and the head Mo standing next to the director was looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

Model Ruan suddenly trembled, not daring to look over there.

"Look at what he's doing, his eyes are terrifying, don't you think he's falling in love with him?!"

Model Ruan shuddered and shrank next to Yan Qing, maybe because she felt safer here, she simply squeezed Bai Shitong away.

Model Ruan's last sentence was a bit loud, which attracted several people around to look over.

If the two parties are familiar with each other, everyone can understand that they are joking.

But Model Ruan couldn't hide her complacent look after her success.

Moreover, Yan Qing and the others are an idol group that just debuted, and they don't want to be involved in any scandals during this period.

It was hard for her to get fans. Once the program team cooperates with her to do things, edit it a little, and then release Ruan Model's words, the fans will run away without saying anything, and there is a danger of being hacked.

Before Yan Qing opened her mouth, the actress next to her helped her out.

The film king and Nie Xiaosheng also interjected and joked, and the matter was finally settled, and by the way, model Ruan was squeezed to the outermost edge.

Bai Shitong finally returned to Yan Qing's side. She crossed her arms and looked at Model Ruan coldly from an angle that the camera couldn't capture.

I thought to myself, when your benefactor comes, I will put all these accounts on his head.

What kind of stuff does this keep.

Model Ruan didn't know that because of her repeated provocations, Bai Shitong actually called her benefactor.

Even the director thought this model Ruan was really annoying.

He doesn't want to make any fuss about this show, let's shoot something peacefully, and then show everyone's friendship, can't we!
If Model Ruan hadn't been stuffed in by a sponsor, he would have cursed.

Think you can steal the spotlight with this method?

Work fine, post-editing to understand.

Because the camera was focused on the small square, Yan Qing and Bai Shitong thanked the other three guests in a low voice.

In the end, the actress hooked Yan Qing's shoulders and asked curiously, "What did you see?"

"He is very strong, I want to try a fight with him."

The three big brothers who thought they could hear gossip: ...

The disciples in the small square have already completed a set of moves.

The staff is still a bit unsatisfied.

Except for Model Ruan, who was racking his brains to make trouble, and Yan Qing, who looked calm and couldn't tell what was going on, the rest of the guests didn't know how to praise, so they kept applauding anyway.

"How are these disciples?" Seeing that Yan Qing's reaction was flat, Bai Shitong nudged her slightly with his elbow, and then asked curiously.

She, a layman, just watched the excitement, but she also wanted to hear what professionals thought.

"It's soft and weak, and there are flaws everywhere."

"Weak and weak, swing the sword one hundred times a day."

Yan Qing's voice appeared at the same time as the head's voice.

Of course, Yan Qing's voice is very low, only Bai Shitong and the actress who are closest to her can hear it.

Because of the master's words, the hands of the disciples holding the swords shook slightly, and they bit the bullet and finished the closing move.

"Competition."

The director was just happy to get a satisfactory picture, when he saw the head Mo standing beside him walked to the guest's side, and sent an invitation to a young rookie to compete.

(End of this chapter)