Although the makeup artist and hair stylist have several divisions of labor, the total number of trainees cannot be overwhelmed. Although it was divided into several rooms for convenience, it was still crowded and noisy. At every moment, we could see hurried staff and trainees walking in and out.

In the dressing room A at the top of the corridor, several trainees who have changed their clothes and still wear plain makeup are casually sitting on the edge of the table or on the wall. The only one sitting in the armchair, Han Suyan, is closing his eyes calmly. The makeup artist swiped and painted on his sculpturally perfect face.

The makeup artist originally planned to use full makeup, and the strong light on the stage would greatly eat up the makeup, so if you want to achieve obvious effects, you must be thicker and more exaggerated than the daily makeup, so that the natural effect will look better. But the layers of makeup and anti-shedding foundation she prepared didn't seem to be of any use—

Han Suyan's skin is really good. In the five or six years of her career as a makeup artist, she has almost never seen such fine skin. Even if she got close, she couldn't see the pores it should have.

The facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and the cheekbones are not too high to look mean, so the contouring does not need to be obvious, otherwise it will appear too deep.

The makeup artist looked up and quickly glanced at the trainees who were idly leaning on the side chatting and waiting, forcing himself to repeat "Time is urgent to pay attention to professionalism" several times, and couldn't always look at these handsome and terrible trainees.

Ah, the face is good-looking, the figure is also unique, the age is very young, and each has its own handsome style.

The make-up artist patted Han Suyan on the shoulder expressionlessly to signal him to change, and thought happily that he really chose a good career back then.

Work is welfare, happiness.

The cameraman has nowhere to go, and has been sent out by the eager makeup artist, so it is rare that no one follows them to shoot, and everyone's state is more casual.

"Is Qin Lu okay? I can't imagine what he looks like in that dress. I really want to see it." Fan Xi was wearing a warm red shirt with a loose neckline, revealing fair skin and a tie. The design of the style is connected to the shirt, and is tied with a loose knot by the costumer. Two long and one short straps hang down. When dancing, it will definitely fly lightly with the movement.

His red highlights were scattered among his black hair, and he had not yet put on makeup. The sparkling light of the diamond earrings reflected on his side face, and it could be seen that it must be dazzling and compelling.

The materials of the clothes in the same group will be somewhat similar. The shirts are not the usual cotton and linen fabrics, but some smooth satin-like texture. They are soft and self-cultivating.

"Wait."

The little curly hair yawned and rubbed his eyes a little sleepily.

I didn't think it was boring to wait here, so I felt a little sleepy.

It was also mainly because Qin Lu was not there.

The bored Su Qinglan was playing with the blue tassels on his body. He leaned against the shelf to the left of the dressing room door, and in front of him was Liao Junchen, who was drooping his eyes.

I don't know what the show team thought. The clothes for Fan Xi were a warm red that suits him very well, but if they were distributed to private servers, they would probably choose Liao Junchen who was dressed in black, but he was dressed in white.

On the contrary, Qin Lu, who usually likes to wear light colors, got a pure black costume.

Due to the great contrast between the characteristics of the two, Liao Junchen confirmed with the staff after being stunned for a while, but got a positive answer.

Make no mistake, that's how it was designed.

Liao Junchen, who has always been expressionless and indifferent, was originally a black outfit that was very suitable for the initial rating, but wearing white on him has a strong contrast.

The temperament that was originally a thousand miles away has not changed, but the dark eyes are in stark contrast to the white. Liao Junchen, who wears black clothes is a little indifferent, but the white shirt softens his sharp facial features a little, that kind of indifference is no longer. It makes people afraid to look directly, but it fits just right, making it more abstinence.

His skin tone may be fine among ordinary people, but among the generally fair-skinned trainees, it appears to be a bit close to wheat color due to the contrast. His facial features are still heroic, but when he dances, it will give people a very different feeling.

Su Qinglan hasn't listened to the Chinese class very well, so she doesn't know how to describe it. But he feels that the costumer is worthy of being a costumer, and it is really unique.

The door was not closed. When Qin Lu came in from outside, everyone's eyes fell on him at the same time.

After putting on makeup, Han Suyan was completely unattractive. He leaned in front of the vanity mirror, and was slightly startled by his indifferent expression.

Although the private clothes that Qin Lu wore just now were dark colors, they were more casual or streetwear. They were loose and oversized, and Qin Lu's original figure could not be seen.

But now this pure black satin shirt outlines the thin and straight figure of the teenage boy just right. The button on the neckline is opened to the third, and a similar black ribbon is connected to the neckline. Ribbons dangled down, in stark contrast to the white to reflective skin.

The young trainee not only has slender limbs, but also has an exceptionally straight back. His black, soft hair has not been groomed, and is scattered randomly.

If Qin Lu was usually gentle and not aggressive, now he is so good-looking that people can't help but notice him at the first time.

There seems to be something different.

Seeing the silence in the dressing room for a moment, Qin Lu didn't know what they were looking at. He smiled and tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Is it inappropriate?"

The little curly hair shook his head blankly.

The makeup artist was putting makeup on Jin Youen, when the other party opened his eyes and glanced at it, the first to break the bottleneck and said, "It's very beautiful."

Rarely did Fan Xi not raise a bar with Jin Youen, and nodded subconsciously: "Well, that's right."

Qin Lu smiled lightly: "That's good."

The makeup artist could not participate in their conversation, but felt that the last trainee who came in just now was like the core of the team, and it was obviously very important.