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The person who called her was a staff member of the program group, who had spoken to Nanyue last time.

The other **** mysteriously took her to a lounge and left the sentence "the people inside want to see you", and then went busy.

Apart from the four judges who can use this kind of lounge, there are also a few mysterious guests invited tonight.

Nan Yue raised his eyebrows and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The male voice is clear and beautiful. He sounds young, but not too young.

Not Sheng Jingheng.

Nanyue opened the door and went in. The man standing inside turned around, looked at her from head to toe, and showed a polite and alienated smile.

Although the pictures on the Internet were very ambiguous, at a glance, Nan Yue confirmed his identity-Chu Ye.

It seems that the only mysterious person who didn't show up tonight is him.

The man wears a well-cut suit with a trendy style and a rigorous design with a bit of thoughtfulness, which can attend important occasions without showing old-fashionedness.

He has a pair of pill and phoenix eyes, and when the corners of his eyes are raised, he has the arrogance and cunning that seem to be nothing.

If he scored ten points for Sheng Jingheng's Yan, this Mr. Chu Ye would be enough to achieve a high score of 8.5-9.

It is indeed a pity for such a person to only be an agent and not make a debut.

"Do I need to introduce myself?" Chu Ye had no doubts about Shang Nan Yue, and he knew that he didn't need it.

Nan Yue shook his head slightly and asked, "Mr. Chu, are you looking for me for signing a contract?"

Regarding her excessive calm and rationality, Chu Ye looked a little more serious, and looked at her squarely: "So, what's your answer?"

"Sorry," Nan Yue said after a meal, and then gave the perfect reason, "I am a fan of Sheng Jingheng, and I entered the entertainment industry because of him."

After all, what the original body wants to debut, is half the sky in the entertainment circle.

In the end, it was to catch up with the male **** and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Speaking of Sheng Jingheng, Chu Ye's eyes darkened, and then he smiled inexplicably, "This is very beautiful, but it's a pity that the person involved will not be half moved."

Nan Yue blinked: "I still have a lot of time to impress him."

"Really?" Chu Ye looked at the girl's steadfast eyes, suddenly lost interest, shrugged, and then drew a business card from the inner pocket of his jacket and placed it on a side table.

"If you regret it someday, the door of Hongyu Media will open for you at any time."

After speaking, he trimmed the tunic, nodded indifferently at Nan Yue, and then passed her and left the lounge.

Nanyue stood for a while, then took his business card and went out, closing the door by the way.

005 seemed to be still worrying about the next main mission, but did not come up, asking why she still accepted Chu Ye's business card.

The costume had no pockets, so Nan Yue kept holding his business card and walked to the dressing room on the backstage.

In this short time, the girls almost finished changing their clothes, some removed their makeup in the dressing room, and some simply went downstairs and waited to go back to unload.

Wu Mini had been waiting for her, but when she saw her appear, she was still a little angry: "You urged me to change my clothes, where did I go?"

"Go to the bathroom," Nan Yue opened his locker, "Where is Xiao Fu Ren?"

"She went to remove her makeup, and said she would gather with her old teammates later, so she wouldn't go to eat supper with us."

After Wu Mini finished speaking, she seemed to be afraid that she would ask herself, and then quickly changed the subject: "Your phone seems to be buzzing all the time. Is your family calling you?"

family?

In Nanyue's mind, three words suddenly popped up—impossible.

However, she took out her mobile phone and took a look. There was indeed a missed call, which was an unfamiliar number. .

Just then, the phone vibrated again, the same unfamiliar number.