In this kind of variety show, the artists are equipped with microphones for recording their sounds.
But until now no one has turned off the microphone, Meng Fu was the first one to do so.
Meng Fu turned off the microphone. The program could not record her voice. She continued to outline the outline while tracing the dots. "President?"
"I just saw you at the General Association." The president's voice was always gentle.
Meng Fu said "Oh" and changed his shadow. "Do you want to talk to me about something?"
"I need you to confirm something about the library. Since you happen to be here, please come to my office later. It will only take a while." The president smiled and said in a light voice.
Meng Fu glanced at the director team and said, "Then I'll ask."
[Who is she calling? I’m so anxious! 】
【+1】
[Do you dare to turn on the voice? 】
...
...
[If she is so scared, could it be her financial sponsor?]
[Here he comes, the guy from yygq is here again.] 】
【……】
Meng Fu turned off her phone, avoided the camera, found the director and asked.
The director is communicating with Sheng Jun's agent.
Normally, celebrities would avoid the camera when they go to the bathroom or something.
Especially now that the director is focusing on Sheng Jun's affairs and hopes that she can agree to the program crew's follow-up filming, it doesn't matter if Meng Fu takes a ten-minute vacation.
"They agreed? But we can only shoot from a distance?" The director was communicating with the filming crew and was overjoyed when he heard this. "It's okay, it's okay, as long as they agree to film."
After the director finished speaking, he pressed the microphone to discuss with the planner, "First, adjust four cameras to follow Sheng Jun. Remember not to follow too closely, especially when he goes to the meeting room..."
After he finished talking to the planning team, he turned around and saw Meng Fu was still beside him. He slapped his forehead and remembered that Meng Fu was still asking him something, "You go."
After answering Meng Fu, he went to discuss important matters with the filming crew.
Although the director needs to attract attention, he does not dare to offend the program team.
When Meng Fu returned to her seat, the studio was still very lively.
She did not go to find the president immediately, but continued painting for another five minutes.
At this time, Li Qingning walked to her with a paintbrush in hand, "Xiao Meng, God will help you. Sheng Jun has gone to a meeting, and you will be able to catch up with her in time!"
Meng Fu raised her head and looked at Li Qingning with regret, "Teacher Li, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."
Li Qingning's heart was pounding.
Meng Fu looked at the barrage, put the pen on the table, and began to ask for leave without changing her expression. "Friends, I'm going to go to the bathroom first, so I won't bring the photographer with me. Can I take ten minutes off?"
[Brother Fu, who were you talking to on the phone just now?]
【Anything is fine】
[You are good-looking and you have the final say!] 】
[Hahahaha, everyone, look at Teacher Li’s face]
[Teacher Li’s inner thoughts: Can you please let me go? ? ? 】
There are also few sporadic bullet comments——
[You are being lazy again. You drew the least. Can you be more serious? 】
[Sheng Jun is almost done painting, but you haven’t even started yet.] 】
【……】
"Then see you in ten minutes." Meng Fu waved his paw, greeted Li Qingning obediently, and turned to leave.
After she left, Li Qingning smiled very professionally at the camera on her drawing board, "It's okay, I can still handle it. I'm going to find my good brother Che Shao."
Barrage——
[Are these the two left-behind children left? Haha! 】
[Oh shit, everyone, go to Sheng Jun’s split screen, she’s in the government building.] 】
**
Here, Meng Fu walked through the crowd.
At a glance, I saw Zhao Fan and Su Cheng who had been following the group.
Today, Su Di is not here for the first time.
Zhao Fan and Su Cheng are unique around each other because Su Cheng has his own refrigerator and there are few people within one meter of him.
Zhao Fan had been watching the live broadcast and knew that Meng Fu had turned off her microphone. He smiled at her and said, "The results were good this morning. There were no major mistakes. Teacher Li was willing to guide you."
What she said was correct. Li Qingning was an extremely powerful person in the circle and had a good reputation online.
He kept cueing Meng Fu, and Meng Fu's responses were all on point. The popularity of their combination is indeed very high.
Su Cheng didn't say much. He was wearing a black mask and just handed her the thermos cup in his hand.
Meng Fu took it and took a sip. The water was just the right temperature.
She didn't turn on the microphone, but the program crew still shot the camera for her back as she left.
The barrage was also going crazy at this time.
[Fuck, I know Sister Fan, who is that man? ! 】
[His back view is so handsome that it makes people angry. Program crew, do you dare to give a close-up? 】
[Dog show! 】
[To be honest, I really want to put my head into the screen. This is such a crappy show. 】
[Is this the artist who came to visit the set? 】
[Is this Meng Fu’s assistant? 】
[Fuck, do all assistants look like this these days? ! 】
[Mom, I am not worthy (smile)]
【……】
After Meng Fu finished drinking the water, he took Zhao Fan's baseball cap, put it on his head, and went out.
Zhao Fan looked at the direction she left and stroked his chin, "Brother Cheng, isn't she going to the bathroom?"
**
The place where Meng Fu and his friends had just painted was in the student building, and the president's office was in the administrative building.
Three minutes away from the student building.
Meng Fu was wearing a baseball cap and walking all the way to the administrative building. No one noticed her on the road. At most, people looked at her back and felt that she looked a little familiar.
There are twelve floors in the administrative building, and the president is on the top floor.
Meng Fu entered the elevator. There were two boys in the elevator. They stood by the elevator buttons and looked at Meng Fu, puzzled and curious: "Which floor are you going to, beautiful lady?"
Meng Fu replied politely: "Twelve."
Her voice was always special, with a long and lingering rhythm. The boy could hear it and said excitedly, "Are you Meng Fu? I'm your fan. That song thefire is so good..."
Meng Fu took off her hat and looked at him, "Thank you."
The other boy was not a fan of Meng Fu, but he had heard of her name. He was also very surprised to see her up close, and said gently, "The twelfth floor cannot be pressed. What are you doing on the twelfth floor?"
Meng Fu's fan excitedly stopped beside the button, and also thought of this question, and then explained to Meng Fu: "The twelfth floor is..."
The buttons for ten, eleven, and twelve are red.
Because she didn't press the floor button, the elevator door closed and didn't move. Meng Fu glanced at them, then casually brushed the edge of the button with the engraved end of the wooden sign that the president gave her last time.
With a "beep", the red hour light on the twelfth floor came on. Meng Fu pressed it and the twelfth floor lit up with a white light.
This brand has a chip inside.
Meng Fu fans: "..."
They were going to the ninth floor. After getting off the elevator, another boy looked at Meng Fu's fans in surprise: "Is she also from the General Association? Why is she on the twelfth floor?"
Meng Fu fans: "...How would I know?"
The boy glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Aren't you a true fan of your goddess? You still vote for her every day! You fake fan!"
Meng Fu fans: "..."
He picked up his phone and started asking this question in Meng Fu’s chat room.
"But to be honest, she is really pretty. I always thought it was a problem with the filter, but I didn't expect that she is even prettier in person..."
**
On the twelfth floor, Meng Fu entered the president's office.
The assistant was already familiar with her, so he bowed slightly to her and opened the door for her.
"Have you ever been graded for your Chinese painting?" The president looked at her.
Meng Fu was also surprised, "Chinese painting has levels?"
President: “…” It was the first time he saw someone studying painting who didn’t know these things.
He changed the subject, "You can take a freehand painting test when you have time, but you still need to practice more to improve your proficiency. You have mastered the freehand painting, but you lack the foundation for the brushstrokes."
"There's a chance." Meng Fu took the tea handed to her by the person next to her and took a sip.
"Your painting has just been placed in the Youth Section on the fourth floor of the library," the president handed her a confirmation letter, "I need your confirmation."
This was the main reason why he had come to see her.
Meng Fu took it and took a look at it. The confirmation letter was not very long and mainly talked about the copyright issue of the painting. She glanced at it and signed her name.
"You can take the things I gave you to any floor below the ninth floor of the library. You can go and take a look when you have time. There are many paintings and notes of our predecessors in there." The president took back the confirmation letter and gave her instructions.
He knew that Meng Fu still had to film the show, so he didn't say much. After saying this, he let Meng Fu go downstairs.
at the same time.
Several high-ranking figures from the association gathered in the conference room on the ninth floor, and the rest were students.
Some of them work part-time in various institutions. The vice president who is speaking now is from the Cultural Bureau.
There was a group of photographers taking pictures outside the door, so I didn't dare to get closer.
But netizens who are good at watching live broadcasts with a magnifying glass have discovered it.
[Oh shit, isn’t that the guy in front the deputy director of ***? 】
[I only know that he is the vice president of the Painting Association and has given a speech at T University. 】
[That is…]
[Who is Sheng Jun’s teacher?] 】
[Sure enough, many big guys gathered...]
【……】
I just took a photo from a distance and it didn't affect the meeting.
But the show was a blast.
There were definitely hot searches, but Weibo didn’t dare to follow the pace of the Painting Association, so instead of posting a hot search for “Senior executives of the Painting Association,” it posted a hot search for “Teacher Sheng Jun.”
Even so, the number of online viewers reached its peak.
It broke 10 million.
This is simply the number of people, not just popularity.
Sheng Jun didn't have a seat. She just took the oath with other members and then came out.
The time was short, but everyone and the program crew got to see it.
After everyone else left, Sheng Jun slowly came out and walked towards the elevator while looking at the comments and explaining, "My teacher? My teacher is a student of our vice president. He talked to the vice president and the vice president agreed to let the camera be at the door."
The barrage was filled with “666”.
As she spoke, she walked to the elevator entrance, and the barrage of comments showed "elevator" again.
"Well, you asked if there was a red button in the elevator just now?" Sheng Jun continued to read the barrage.
When she mentioned this, the director stared at the camera motionlessly and immediately gave instructions via the headset: "Quick, give Sheng Jun and the elevator a close-up!"
He knows that the audience loves to watch this.
Sheng Jun continued to explain to the comments with a smile, "Those are the tenth to twelfth floors. They are the offices of the vice president and the president. They involve some international projects, so they are not open to the public. You see, this elevator is coming down from the twelfth floor. It should be people from these three floors. If we are lucky, we might run into the president's people..."
She was talking.
The elevator stopped on the ninth floor with a ding and the door opened.
The girl who was playing with her phone inside seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little different, and she slowly raised her head.
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...I don't think I'm long. Look, I didn't divide it into chapters for today's 3,000 words. Isn't it long? It's too difficult 2333
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