When Lu Zhiwei, as William, the leader of the Artists Alliance, accepted this challenge, it caused a huge uproar in the entire artist community.
William is usually a low-key person and never bothers to show off his makeup skills in front of the media and the public. Over the years, countless people have wanted to see William's makeup skills.
After accepting the challenge, Lu Zhiwei sent a private message to the person who issued it: "You decide the challenge location and method."
The other party's ID was "Half-Face Makeup." Shortly after Lu Zhiwei sent the message, the other party replied: "The challenge will take place in the official live stream room of the Juzhong platform. It will be an online challenge. We don't need to show our faces. We'll find a pair of identical twins as models and replace them with two other identical faces. The selection of faces will be determined by the face recognition system. For judges, you and I will each designate one, and the other two will be selected by offline voting. The judges' votes will account for 50% of the final score, and the remaining 50% will be decided by the live stream viewers."
Lu Zhiwei sat in front of the computer, gently pinching her chin, staring at the content sent by the person with half-face makeup. It was professional and meticulous.
It seems to be a well-prepared expert.
He quickly typed a few words and sent them: "No problem, do it your way. The time is set for 8 PM three days from now."
Half-face makeup reply: [Okay.]
With the PK officially confirmed, Lu Zhiwei posted an announcement on the Art Studio Alliance's official website, revealing the time and location of the challenge.
This announcement was made.
The artists' alliance group was buzzing with excitement.
Luo Wuyan: [Boss, are we going to embarrass ourselves again?]
Luo Wuyan's so-called "making a fool of herself" did not refer to the literal meaning of the words, but rather that she knew Lu Zhiwei too well.
Every time she does a face painting, she likes to turn a beautiful face into a rough, masculine one. She's not interested in painting beauty; she prefers painting ugliness. Now she's going to bring this skill of painting ugliness to the stage, which is nothing short of making a fool of herself.
The Pen Painter of Splendor: [Boss, what if we lose? How will we face our fellow Jiangdong elders? No, wait, we don't even need to show our faces in the PK. We can always secretly pick up our lost face.]
Lonely Lamp: [If you lose, step down. I've wanted to be the leader of the league for a long time. I'll be it.]
These were all veterans of the alliance, and they liked to tease her all the time, which Lu Zhiwei was already used to.
But she knew very well that these sarcastic remarks were often the real motivation.
A word of encouragement had no effect on her.
Just as Lu Zhiwei was about to close the group chat page, ding-dong.
A new message appeared in the group chat.
It was Tianxia Wushuang, who rarely speaks in the group, who finally spoke.
Unrivaled Under Heaven: [Boss, just focus on the competition. If we lose, I'll take the blame.]
Lu Zhiwei was deeply moved by this guy and typed a few words in the group chat: 【How are you going to respond?】
Unrivaled Under Heaven: [The live stream was hacked before the PK data was released.]
Everyone: We worship the master!
Lu Zhiwei was completely in the dark.
However, if he wanted to do that, he definitely had the ability.
Feeling warmed by the kindness of the people in the alliance, Lu Zhiwei shut down her computer, picked up a bottle of folic acid tablets from the table, took one out and swallowed it with warm water.
Lu Zhiwei stretched and got up to walk to the window.
The slender figure in the courtyard downstairs was no longer kneeling on the ground.
The rain has stopped.
Her body, battered by wind and rain, appeared even more delicate and vulnerable.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Shen Jingmo handed Xia Wanying a dry bath towel.
Xia Wanying took the bath towel and sniffed happily. Her eyes were swollen from crying and red, like a rabbit's.
"Thank you, Brother Shen. I knew you still cared about me."
Shen Jinmo glanced at the bedroom on the second floor, which was lit up, out of the corner of his eye.
Old houses have poor sound insulation.
The person upstairs must have heard his conversation with Xia Wanying.
What he wanted was for her to be able to hear him, preferably to hear him clearly.
"Yingying, is that man good to you?" Shen Jinmo's tone softened, as if he were talking to a younger sister he had grown up with, showing only basic concern and no other ulterior motives.
"No, not at all, Brother Shen, he's a thug. He kidnapped me because I haven't come back for the past few days. He's been haunting me at the orphanage, like a ghost that won't leave me. I've suffered so much these past years, I haven't had a single good night's sleep." Clutching a bath towel, Xia Wanying tried to get closer to Shen Jinmo, attempting to evoke his heartache and guilt with her tragic past.
Just as his hand was about to touch Shen Jinmo, the wheelchair moved backward, and he avoided it.
Unlike before, he would hug her, stroke her hair, and shower her with all the pampering and tenderness in the world.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll help you get back all the suffering you’ve endured over the years.” Shen Jingmo picked up her phone and dialed Lin Jing’s number.
When the call connected, he put it on speakerphone.
"Lin Jing, have those who are keeping an eye on Song Ye's whereabouts cooperate with the police operation. Make the arrest tonight."
Only by resolving Xia Wanying's worries can she return to a normal life.
He owes her nothing anymore.
"Yes, President Shen." Lin Jing received the notification and immediately set off to carry it out.
Upon hearing this, Xia Wanying rushed over in a panic and knelt down in front of Shen Jinmo: "No, Brother Shen, don't arrest him, I beg you, please let him go."
She also wished that Song Ye would go to hell and die as soon as possible.
But the thought that once he goes to jail, those explicit photos he has stored will be made public is unbearable.
How could she possibly live in front of Brother Shen after this?
People may laugh at her and belittle her, but that person must never be Shen Jinmo.
In his eyes, from childhood to adulthood, she was a person as pure white as a gardenia.
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