It was a sunny day on the day of the preliminary round.
Shen City is close to the sea, and its climate is milder than that of Shen City. Even if it is hot, it is not unbearable.
In order to ensure the absolute privacy of pre-match preparations, on the day of the competition, the organizers will arrange makeup artists and stylists to create personal images for each anchor. Of course -
The masks and dresses were all of the same standard, and the shoes were also custom-made, with thin silver straps and pointed toes, the kind that could pierce the liver with one foot.
The excuse is: let the audience abandon their fan stance and choose the most beautiful voice in their hearts fairly, impartially and openly.
Of course, this statement is only meant to deceive passers-by who don’t quite understand fan culture.
Everyone has his or her own temperament. Height, voice, and even body shape are all necessary parts of this temperament. For loyal fans, they can recognize their own idols with just one finger, let alone if only half of their face is covered?
Essentially, it's still a fan club.
The stylist was a gay man named Li Huaixian. He knocked on Jiang Xi's door early in the morning with his index finger raised. Behind him was a female assistant, who followed in a panic, holding a dress shoe in one hand and a makeup box in the other.
"Who is it?"
"A stylist."
A fat white man with a greasy face came out from the door, with a custard bun in his mouth and a simple and honest smile. Li Huai was stunned: Three, three thousand water... does he look like this?
Li Huaixian almost dropped his teeth in shock.
By the time he discovered that this "Three Thousand Waters" had a beard, the man had already walked in dazed.
In the reception room of the medieval and ancient Baroque-style suite, a person was standing quietly. She was wearing a black dress, had short hair, was slim and tall. Li Huai noticed at first sight the two straight and slender calves with graceful curves outside the knee-length skirt.
As his mood fluctuated greatly, Li Huaixian couldn't help but praise in his heart: With this physique, it's acceptable if he's a little ugly.
"Three thousand waters?"
He was afraid that he had walked into the wrong room.
"Hello, I'm Sanqianshui."
Jiang Xi took a thousand steps forward and shook hands with him.
Li Huaixian's slightly short-sighted eyes suddenly widened.
Such a face?!
How can those little bitches on the Internet say the word "ugly"!
As an extremely loyal lover of beauty, Li Huaixian deeply suspected at this moment that he was going to become straight.
This is definitely his muse!
Countless inspirations flashed through his mind like a storm. Jiang Xi was wearing no makeup, but Li Huaixian had already changed her look a hundred times in his mind.
The female assistant knew his nature and reminded him: "Put on your formal attire first."
Yes, the dress is fixed.
Li Huaixian said "Oh" in disappointment.
When the excitement passed, Lanhuadou slapped her thigh, her eyes gleaming with brilliance: "Shuishui, don't worry, I'm going to make you the most beautiful girl today!"
Old lady?
Jiang Xi looked at the stylist in front of him who had obvious gender identity disorder and decided not to expose the cruel reality - he had an extra piece of flesh between his legs and could not be a mother.
She smiled pursedly: "Thank you very much."
I felt a little relieved, thinking that the problem... probably wouldn't happen again in a while.
In order to avoid her makeup from getting eaten away, Jiang Xi first went to the inner room to change into a dress. When she came out, all the men in the room were dumbfounded.
The female assistant clapped her hands in a half-praise, half-exclamation: "Absolute!"
This floor-length, figure-hugging dress, a bling-bling, floor-sweeping mercury silver, wouldn't look right on anyone with a slightly less impressive figure. But the person before her had a perfect waist, perfect hips, and—especially—skin so white it reflected light.
"shoe."
Jiang Xi put on the high heels that were so poor that only a thin strap remained, without changing his expression.
Tang Gu and Li Huaixian looked at each other awkwardly. After putting on these shoes, Jiang Xi actually looked a bit taller than them.
"Xiaoxi, how tall are you?"
"169," Jiang Xi said regretfully, "Almost 170."
"Watch more than that."
Li Huai, a stylist, knew the difference at a glance: "169cm and 169cm are not the same. Everyone has different proportions. Some people have long bodies and short legs, so they look short even though they are tall. But we are Shui Shui... President, below the chest is all legs, so of course we are tall."
Tang Gu was speechless.
In just a short while, Jiangxi became Li Huaixian's family.
After Jiang Xi's makeup, which covered only legs from the chest down, was completed and she put on a butterfly-shaped mask, stylist Li sighed regretfully at her arms and collarbones, which were so white that not even a bit of powder could be applied on them: "I didn't touch them."
At this time, the car that the organizer was waiting for had arrived outside the hall.
A row of female anchors wearing mercury-silver butterfly-shaped masks walked out in a row. The difference was obvious here.
The male anchors are fine, except for some with short legs and thick necks, they all look smart in light silver sequined suits; but the female anchors' long wrap dresses are embarrassing for anyone who looks ugly.
According to the rules, any communication or inquiries before the competition were prohibited, otherwise they would be disqualified. So even though everyone kept looking at Jiangxi, no one dared to say a word.
The competition venue was set up in the gymnasium in City S, which had a spacious enough stage. Tickets for the surrounding stands had already been reserved in advance by the enthusiastic fans of the various anchors - in a way, this was almost like chasing stars.
Tang Gu was left behind with the staff while a bus took all the contestants to the stadium.
The 16-to-8 match will be broadcast at 9:30 in the morning, and the 8-to-4 match will be broadcast at 2:00 in the afternoon. It will be considered over when the match is completed.
When the group entered the museum, the entrance was already crowded with fans who came from nowhere, holding signs and shouting at the top of their lungs to promote themselves. Jiang Xi took a look and actually saw a few scattered "Three Thousand Waters".
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