During today's recording of the program, Mr. Yang Rongjun once again went to the rest lounge of Nan XiangWan.
At this moment, Monica had almost finished her work and glanced at the sofa behind her.
To her surprise, she saw Yang Rongjun casually take out a box of cigarettes, pop one out, and offer it to Xiao Dong.
Xiao Dong quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't smoke, no thanks."
Yang Rongjun instinctively persuaded her, "It's okay, have one."
Xiao Dong remained speechless.
Monica neatly adjusted Nan XiangWan's hair, completing the final step of today's styling. She then turned around, extended her hand, and took out a cigarette from the palm of Yang Rongjun's cigarette box.
With slender fingers and a worried expression between her brows, she stood aside, sighing while holding the cigarette.
Yang Rongjun's eyes lit up, "Finally, someone to smoke with me!"
Xiao Dong had a puzzled look on her face, "Teacher Yang, why do you have to hide here to smoke?"
Yang Rongjun replied, "My assistant doesn't allow me to smoke."
Nan XiangWan interjected, "So, what's the connection between the two?"
Yang Rongjun explained, "I have psychological pressure, and I wanted someone to accompany me. Just like when you were in school and did something naughty or didn't do your homework, having someone with you made you more courageous, right?"
Nan XiangWan nodded, "You make a good point!"
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Yang Rongjun's assistant angrily rushed in, immediately seeing Yang Rongjun stubbing out the cigarette.
The assistant exclaimed, "Teacher Yang!"
Yang Rongjun replied, "I already put it out, don't yell."
Nan XiangWan glanced at Monica and shook her head, "A woman troubled by love!"
Usually at this time, after finishing the styling, they would hurry to leave. Stylists in such high-demand positions were always busy.
But today, something was clearly off.
Monica blew out smoke and said irritably, "I'm restless. I should have stayed awake."
Nan XiangWan suggested, "Hiding is not a solution. Why don't you go outside and smoke? Secondhand smoke can be choking."
Monica nodded, "Sorry, I'll go outside to smoke."
Yang Rongjun quickly followed, "I'll come too."
Xiao Dong remained speechless.
First, she was at a loss for words, then she looked at Nan XiangWan.
Now Xiao Dong finally understood that Nan XiangWan's words had no logical connection.
Why the hell would "hiding is not a solution" lead to "go outside and smoke"?
By this time, it was already evening, and Xiao Dong took out a lunchbox and placed it on the coffee table.
Nan XiangWan stood up, swaying her long skirt like a wave.
Xiao Dong was immediately amazed!
This dress was fit for walking the red carpet, it was truly exquisite.
The overall tone was ink blue, gradually transitioning from light blue at the top to a deep, almost black shade at the bottom.
The darkest part of the skirt was sprinkled with golden specks, unevenly scattered, resembling the random splashes of ink.
Overall, it looked like the transition from day to night, presenting a deep blue starry sky.
Nan XiangWan's snow-white arms were bare, revealing envy-inducing straight shoulders.
She had a long neck, and since the last Guangzhou concert, she had gotten hair extensions, so now her hair reached her waist.
As she casually moved, it flowed like a vertically descending waterfall.
Monica didn't overly accessorize her long hair, but instead took out a precious crystal crown and placed it on Nan XiangWan's head.
This styling and makeup were quite different from Monica's previous style, resembling the touch of Jing Da Shuai.
Xiao Dong: "Is Miss Nan a princess or a queen today?"
Nan XiangWan looked at herself in the mirror and said, "I feel like a princess."
Xiao Dong: "That's strange. I thought Teacher Monica would dress you up as a queen. It seems like creating princess looks has always been Jing Da Shuai's expertise!"
Nan XiangWan: "Tsk tsk!"
These two stylists have learned each other's styles more than once.
Nan XiangWan walked over to the sofa and sat down to eat, while Xiao Dong stood beside her, tidying her hair to prevent it from getting into the food.
Xiao Dong: "Whether you're a princess or a queen, you look beautiful."
Nan XiangWan spread her legs and rested her hands on her knees, a posture that looked like that of an old man.
The long dress seemed to give off an apron-like feeling!
The sense of nobility vanished, and the princess's gentleness disappeared.
It was like a beautiful bubble rising, and then with a "pop," it was gone!
Xiao Dong's lips twitched, "Your actions seriously undermine the aesthetic appeal."
Nan XiangWan: "The coffee table is a bit low; I can't help it."
Xiao Dong: "Let me cushion it for you. Be careful not to get food on your dress."
Just as she finished speaking, a piece of spare rib slipped and was about to fall onto the expensive dress.
Xiao Dong: "!!!" She almost cried out.
At the critical moment, Nan XiangWan flicked her wrist, caught the spare rib with her chopsticks, and naturally put it into her mouth.
She ate it!
Xiao Dong was scared, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She quickly took out a disposable paper and placed it on Nan XiangWan's lap, almost wanting to catch the food with her hands, afraid that more would fall.
At the same time, her heart was filled with endless frustration.
She wanted to curse...
By the time Nan XiangWan finished her meal and took a rest, the stage lights were already on, and various departments were busy with the recording of the eighth episode of "The Singer."
Half of the show had already passed, presenting a completely different stage from before.
Nan XiangWan's sudden rise was like dropping an atomic bomb in the entertainment industry!
It stirred countless people and made them restless.
During this summer vacation, it attracted the attention of many people, accompanying her as she grew step by step.
Guan Liangzhe's popularity also soared.
At exactly 8 o'clock, the live broadcast channel and stage lights were turned on together!
The opening was greeted with applause from the entire audience. The camera panned from the first row to the end.
When it reached the middle seat where Jie Chou was sitting, the camera paused.
Jie Chou immediately raised his supporting sign and shouted, "Long live Queen Nan!"
Barrage comments:
- "Here he comes again!"
- "Familiar middle seat, familiar personal support sign for Nan XiangWan."
- "This Brother Off-Tune is always present at the scene, why doesn't he take some photos?"
- "Nan XiangWan's number one brainless fan, hahaha!"
- "No, the number one brainless fan of Wanbao should be someone surnamed Gu..."
- "Speaking of that, where's King Gu? There hasn't been any news from him recently. Usually, he's so active in anti-couple sentiments, but suddenly disappearing, I actually miss him."
: Thinking of Guan Liangzhe, I can't help but remember his obsession with idol stars. It's hilarious! Haha!
: Why not combine the fans of the Northern Emperor and the bricks? After all, they both follow the same person's commands.
: Have we said anything as the bricks? We silently endured and swallowed the bitterness in our hearts!
...
Amidst a barrage of criticism in the bullet comments, Guan Liangzhe casually walked to the center of the stage.
Today, he unusually didn't wear a suit and tie, but instead opted for comfortable attire, even paired with running shoes.
Guan Liangzhe: "Dear audience friends! Good evening, everyone!"
With great enthusiasm, he began reciting a long list of sponsor names, and then proceeded with the official program of the eighth episode of "The Singer."
The drawing of lots began!
Engrossed in his familiar domain and engaged in familiar tasks, Guan Liangzhe had no idea that the bullet comments were overflowing with discussions about another variety show.
Bullet comments:
: Why did Brother Zhang change his dressing style today?
: Hilarious! He ruined two sets of expensive designer clothes in "Terrifying Secret Room"!
: No formal attire for Brother Zhang? So pitiful!
: I think he's afraid his clothes will get ruined again tonight hahaha!
During today's recording of the program, Mr. Yang Rongjun once again went to the rest lounge of Nan XiangWan.
At this moment, Monica had almost finished her work and glanced at the sofa behind her.
To her surprise, she saw Yang Rongjun casually take out a box of cigarettes, pop one out, and offer it to Xiao Dong.
Xiao Dong quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't smoke, no thanks."
Yang Rongjun instinctively persuaded her, "It's okay, have one."
Xiao Dong remained speechless.
Monica neatly adjusted Nan XiangWan's hair, completing the final step of today's styling. She then turned around, extended her hand, and took out a cigarette from the palm of Yang Rongjun's cigarette box.
With slender fingers and a worried expression between her brows, she stood aside, sighing while holding the cigarette.
Yang Rongjun's eyes lit up, "Finally, someone to smoke with me!"
Xiao Dong had a puzzled look on her face, "Teacher Yang, why do you have to hide here to smoke?"
Yang Rongjun replied, "My assistant doesn't allow me to smoke."
Nan XiangWan interjected, "So, what's the connection between the two?"
Yang Rongjun explained, "I have psychological pressure, and I wanted someone to accompany me. Just like when you were in school and did something naughty or didn't do your homework, having someone with you made you more courageous, right?"
Nan XiangWan nodded, "You make a good point!"
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Yang Rongjun's assistant angrily rushed in, immediately seeing Yang Rongjun stubbing out the cigarette.
The assistant exclaimed, "Teacher Yang!"
Yang Rongjun replied, "I already put it out, don't yell."
Nan XiangWan glanced at Monica and shook her head, "A woman troubled by love!"
Usually at this time, after finishing the styling, they would hurry to leave. Stylists in such high-demand positions were always busy.
But today, something was clearly off.
Monica blew out smoke and said irritably, "I'm restless. I should have stayed awake."
Nan XiangWan suggested, "Hiding is not a solution. Why don't you go outside and smoke? Secondhand smoke can be choking."
Monica nodded, "Sorry, I'll go outside to smoke."
Yang Rongjun quickly followed, "I'll come too."
Xiao Dong remained speechless.
First, she was at a loss for words, then she looked at Nan XiangWan.
Now Xiao Dong finally understood that Nan XiangWan's words had no logical connection.
Why the hell would "hiding is not a solution" lead to "go outside and smoke"?
By this time, it was already evening, and Xiao Dong took out a lunchbox and placed it on the coffee table.
Nan XiangWan stood up, swaying her long skirt like a wave.
Xiao Dong was immediately amazed!
This dress was fit for walking the red carpet, it was truly exquisite.
The overall tone was ink blue, gradually transitioning from light blue at the top to a deep, almost black shade at the bottom.
The darkest part of the skirt was sprinkled with golden specks, unevenly scattered, resembling the random splashes of ink.
Overall, it looked like the transition from day to night, presenting a deep blue starry sky.
Nan XiangWan's snow-white arms were bare, revealing envy-inducing straight shoulders.
She had a long neck, and since the last Guangzhou concert, she had gotten hair extensions, so now her hair reached her waist.
As she casually moved, it flowed like a vertically descending waterfall.
Monica didn't overly accessorize her long hair, but instead took out a precious crystal crown and placed it on Nan XiangWan's head.
This styling and makeup were quite different from Monica's previous style, resembling the touch of Jing Da Shuai.
Xiao Dong: "Is Miss Nan a princess or a queen today?"
Nan XiangWan looked at herself in the mirror and said, "I feel like a princess."
Xiao Dong: "That's strange. I thought Teacher Monica would dress you up as a queen. It seems like creating princess looks has always been Jing Da Shuai's expertise!"
Nan XiangWan: "Tsk tsk!"
These two stylists have learned each other's styles more than once.
Nan XiangWan walked over to the sofa and sat down to eat, while Xiao Dong stood beside her, tidying her hair to prevent it from getting into the food.
Xiao Dong: "Whether you're a princess or a queen, you look beautiful."
Nan XiangWan spread her legs and rested her hands on her knees, a posture that looked like that of an old man.
The long dress seemed to give off an apron-like feeling!
The sense of nobility vanished, and the princess's gentleness disappeared.
It was like a beautiful bubble rising, and then with a "pop," it was gone!
Xiao Dong's lips twitched, "Your actions seriously undermine the aesthetic appeal."
Nan XiangWan: "The coffee table is a bit low; I can't help it."
Xiao Dong: "Let me cushion it for you. Be careful not to get food on your dress."
Just as she finished speaking, a piece of spare rib slipped and was about to fall onto the expensive dress.
Xiao Dong: "!!!" She almost cried out.
At the critical moment, Nan XiangWan flicked her wrist, caught the spare rib with her chopsticks, and naturally put it into her mouth.
She ate it!
Xiao Dong was scared, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She quickly took out a disposable paper and placed it on Nan XiangWan's lap, almost wanting to catch the food with her hands, afraid that more would fall.
At the same time, her heart was filled with endless frustration.
She wanted to curse...
By the time Nan XiangWan finished her meal and took a rest, the stage lights were already on, and various departments were busy with the recording of the eighth episode of "The Singer."
Half of the show had already passed, presenting a completely different stage from before.
Nan XiangWan's sudden rise was like dropping an atomic bomb in the entertainment industry!
It stirred countless people and made them restless.
During this summer vacation, it attracted the attention of many people, accompanying her as she grew step by step.
Guan Liangzhe's popularity also soared.
At exactly 8 o'clock, the live broadcast channel and stage lights were turned on together!
The opening was greeted with applause from the entire audience. The camera panned from the first row to the end.
When it reached the middle seat where Jie Chou was sitting, the camera paused.
Jie Chou immediately raised his supporting sign and shouted, "Long live Queen Nan!"
Barrage comments:
- "Here he comes again!"
- "Familiar middle seat, familiar personal support sign for Nan XiangWan."
- "This Brother Off-Tune is always present at the scene, why doesn't he take some photos?"
- "Nan XiangWan's number one brainless fan, hahaha!"
- "No, the number one brainless fan of Wanbao should be someone surnamed Gu..."
- "Speaking of that, where's King Gu? There hasn't been any news from him recently. Usually, he's so active in anti-couple sentiments, but suddenly disappearing, I actually miss him."
: Thinking of Guan Liangzhe, I can't help but remember his obsession with idol stars. It's hilarious! Haha!
: Why not combine the fans of the Northern Emperor and the bricks? After all, they both follow the same person's commands.
: Have we said anything as the bricks? We silently endured and swallowed the bitterness in our hearts!
...
Amidst a barrage of criticism in the bullet comments, Guan Liangzhe casually walked to the center of the stage.
Today, he unusually didn't wear a suit and tie, but instead opted for comfortable attire, even paired with running shoes.
Guan Liangzhe: "Dear audience friends! Good evening, everyone!"
With great enthusiasm, he began reciting a long list of sponsor names, and then proceeded with the official program of the eighth episode of "The Singer."
The drawing of lots began!
Engrossed in his familiar domain and engaged in familiar tasks, Guan Liangzhe had no idea that the bullet comments were overflowing with discussions about another variety show.
Bullet comments:
: Why did Brother Zhang change his dressing style today?
: Hilarious! He ruined two sets of expensive designer clothes in "Terrifying Secret Room"!
: No formal attire for Brother Zhang? So pitiful!
: I think he's afraid his clothes will get ruined again tonight hahaha!
