Jiang Xingjian went to the recording studio to practice singing for several days, and Yu Guiyan invited the teacher who had taught him before, thinking that he could be familiar with Jiang Xingjian's style and shortcomings, so that he could teach him easily.Set a time and go over with food.

"Brother, I have to record the show at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Jiang Xingjian hesitated and said, "You..."

"Didn't it be agreed a long time ago that I will go with you." Yu Guiyan said with a smile, "Why, did you go back on your word?"

"No." Jiang Xingjian shook his head, turned around and took out the internal ticket from the drawer, "Here you are, but it's a pity that it's not the middle seat."

"It's the same wherever you sit." Yu Guiyan said dotingly, "I only look at you wherever I sit."

Jiang Xingjian was recording a program for the first time, and Ning Cheng was worried, so he followed it himself.

"This is your assistant, Qu Zhou." Ning Cheng introduced, looking at Jiang Xingjian, she didn't talk much, but she was assertive. The assistant she was looking for was to take care of his life, and she had a lively and cheerful personality.

Qu Zhou looked a few years older than Jiang Xingjian. He probably just graduated from university. He smiled and waved his hand to say hello, "Hello, you can call me porridge, rice porridge."

"Jiang Xingjian, just call me by my name."

Ning Cheng glanced at the script, instructed Jiang Xingjian to go through the process, arranged for Qu Zhou to prepare water, and reminded Qu Zhou to arrange lunch.

"This is a dressing room for two people, so it's not convenient for me to go in. Let Qu Zhou follow you." Ning Cheng said, "Don't be nervous, the pressure of the first competition is not that great."

"Don't worry, Miss Cheng Zi."

Jiang Xingjian wasn't nervous, but was at a loss for a moment. He could stand under the spotlight one day and sing to thousands of audiences.

"Hello, Fang Zhiyou."

"Jiang Xingjian."

The makeup artist was uniformly arranged by the program group, and Jiang Xingjian didn't understand, so he let the other party paint on his face.

"I'm number five, how about you?" Fang Zhiyou came early, finished her makeup ahead of time, and took the initiative to talk to break the silence.

"Number seven." Jiang Xingjian said.

Fang Zhiyou sat on the sofa next to Jiang Xingjian, fiddled with the phone for a few minutes, then raised his head and asked, "Are you just debuting?"

"Not counting." Jiang Xingjian thought for a while and said, "It should be counted after today."

"I'm going to the waiting room first." Fang Zhiyou said with a smile, "You should also go there earlier. If the host cues you and the director broadcasts it to the camera, you will lose money if you are not there."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Xingjian also smiled and thanked him sincerely.

After Fang Zhiyou went out, Qu Zhou whispered to Jiang Xingjian, "Fang Zhiyou has debuted for three years, has a fan base, and is considered the best among rising stars. This time, he should be aiming at the championship."

"Well, you know quite a lot." Jiang Xingjian chatted. No one wants to win the championship, but Jiang Xingjian has self-knowledge.Pity.

"Hey, I'm a star fan, so I pay more attention to the entertainment industry, otherwise I wouldn't be an assistant." Qu Zhou said with a smile, "But I heard that he has a good personality in private and is very popular.He is worthy of his name."

"Which celebrity do you like?" Jiang Xingjian asked casually.

"Wen Zhong." Qu Zhou blurted out, "National male god, there is no one who refuses. Whenever I have the opportunity to meet him, I can wake up with a smile from my dreams."

Jiang Xingjian didn't know what to say for a while, "I will see him in the future, and I will think about taking you."

"Thank you." Qu Zhou said, "But you will develop in the music industry in the future, and my male god is in the movie industry, so it will be difficult to meet."

"Not necessarily." Jiang Xingjian didn't directly say that he knew Wen Zhong. First, the makeup artist was an outsider, and he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble for Wen Zhong. Second, he didn't want to publicize, Wen Zhong's reputation was too great..

Wen Zhong didn't know what Jiang Xingjian was thinking. To be precise, he didn't care about other things now, and he was serious about learning how to hold and operate a pen with Ji Bozhou, at least it seemed like that.

"Your hand is coming, don't take it away." Ji Bozhou said, "It looks too formal."

"If you don't close the thread, it will be crooked." Wen Zhong said helplessly.

Ji Bozhou was a bit hate iron for not becoming steel, and joked, "My drawing paper has to hate you."

"There's nothing I can do to dislike it, I have to continue painting." Wen Zhong shrugged and said, "Who made me not talented."

"Just draw a straight line, what does it have to do with talent." Ji Bozhou couldn't help saying, "If you are stupid, you say you are stupid."

"Yes, yes, I'm stupid." Wen Zhong joked, but his hands were still steady and his lines were straight, but his movements were not free and easy.

Ji Bozhou couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and took a step forward to hold Wen Zhong's hand and drew a few strokes, "Experience this feeling, exert force on your wrist, and the pen will be swung out."

Wen Zhong froze, except for filming, he was rarely so close to others, he was almost hugged by Ji Bozhou.

"Do you understand..." Ji Bozhou also realized that the two of them were acting too intimately, "That... I'm sorry, I lost my sense of proportion when I was in a hurry."

"It's okay." Wen Zhong came back to his senses, shook his head and said, after this period of contact, he still believed in Ji Bozhou's character, "I think I'm really not suitable for art."

"There is no such thing as art is inclusive. You have only learned it for a few days, and I have been painting for more than ten years." Ji Bozhou comforted, "Let's go, I will treat you to lunch."

"Then thank Teacher Ji for spending the money." Wen Zhong said with a smile.

On the other side, after Fang Zhiyou stepped down, he saw Jiang Xingjian in the waiting room, and walked over with a smile, "There is a little delay in hearing back, please pay attention, come on."

"Thank you." Jiang Xingjian nodded his thanks.

The staff of the program team recognized Yu Guiyan and quickly arranged a seat for him in the middle of the first row, but was declined. Yu Guiyan was worried that Jiang Xingjian would not be able to find him after he took the stage. He wanted Jiang XingjianJane can see him at a glance.

Jiang Xingjian knew Yu Guiyan's seat number, and when he came on stage, he saw it at a glance. He couldn't help smiling, and then introduced himself, and the performance went smoothly.

"This song is very suitable for you." Fang Zhiyou said gently, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, like a big brother next door, he was not in a hurry to go back to rest, and stayed here to listen to Jiang Xingjian sing the whole song, "Very gentle, very healing."

"Thank you." Jiang Xingjian said with a smile, "Your song really shines, especially the treble part, which is amazing."

"I'm sorry, I'm just relying on my years of experience, so I'm still bullying you." Fang Zhiyou said jokingly, "Go back and rest, I guess it will be late at night after the performance."

"Okay." Jiang Xingjian responded.