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41. Moths

“You're not nervous, I'm the only one who's nervous, right?” Yun Jinping glared at him furiously.

“Gugup, why am I not nervous.” Shen Changqing put his hands on his chest to warm it up: “Our Xixi family has won a gold medal in international competitions. This competition is just a small scene. Let's wait for him. Come back with the championship. "

Yun Jinping: "What do you know, this competition is the most professional competition in China. These are provincial and national level dancers. He's the youngest."

“It doesn't tell us more that our daughter is great, she was born to dance.” Shen Changqing laughed at him with an arrogant expression.

The rain was still heavy, and bigger than when it came down.

　

　

Shen Xi entered the door of the TV station, and was taken to the backstage of the studio by the staff guarding in the hall.

The staff and dancers backstage were preparing for the final clean gladi. They are busy and chaotic.

A total of 36 dance groups entered the final, including individual dance and collective dance, which are divided into five types: classical dance, ethnic dance, contemporary dance, and international dance.

The program group had a special makeup artist and costume stylist team, but except for a few national dancers, the rest were crowded in a large dressing room.

Shen Xi arrived at the dressing room, and after reporting to the person in charge backstage, she was left in the dressing room.

Watching coldly as the person in charge arranges the makeup artist and stylist for the actor coming behind her, it's just not her part.

Everything must be considered who comes first, comes first. If not noticed, you must be a moth.

He received word that Su Muyan was a special judge at the finals.

Su Muyan and Su Ruowan were here, and the other Su families would also come.

As long as the Su family was curious about its competitors, they would definitely know, and the situation of its abandonment here was understandable.

So he did not let his parents accompany him, lest his mother be ashamed and sad, Lao Shen quarreled with others with an abusive temperament.

“Xiao Xixi.” Song Wen also met some sisters from the international class, and saw that she had not done anything yet: “Why don't you become a model or change clothes? Training will start soon.”

Shen Xi: "Why are you backstage?"

“Shanren has its own tricks, don't worry.” Song Wen also said horizontally, “How is your situation, who is responsible for modeling our dancers?”.

Backstage, no one knew him as an elder, and no one took care of him.Among them, there were some makeup artists and stylists who were idly talking on their phones.

　

　

Someone has told me to leave Shen Xi alone. They don't care about that. Isn't he good at chatting and playing games?

The assistant in charge backstage glanced at his eyes and looked sleepy. She is a pretty girl, cold and pretty, but unfortunately, I don't know who offended her. Let her drag her makeup, hair, and style, and just do that for her.

It makes sense that everyone knows how important dance competitions are, makeup and hair, as well as dance clothes.

"Teacher Yan, please come in." The assistant smiled and said to the makeup artist who was playing with the phone: "You guys don't mess around, quickly style the teacher."

Song Wen finally understood what the situation was. The co-author was that Xiao Xixi was intimidated, and rushed to the theory rudely: "We came first, why should we make it look first?"