Chapter 62

This round of assessment focuses on the contestants' special effects makeup skills, and among all the special effects techniques, elderly makeup is a very basic and entry-level thing.

The competition itself is a process of showing off skills, and the contestants need to showcase their cool techniques within the limited time possible. It's best to incorporate everything they know into their styling design. No one would do such an unorthodox look like elderly makeup.

This is like a cooking contest, where everyone else is cooking Buddha jumps over the wall, and Jiang Xiaoyuan insists on cooking a bowl of overnight rice with firewood and eggs.

She's not even useful as a model.

The host felt a tingling sensation when she saw Jiang Xiaoyuan now, and bravely approached her, asking, "May I ask contestant number twelve, who is the theme of your work

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "I

Host: "What you mean is that you have put on your own makeup

Jiang Xiaoyuan pointed to the dressing mirror with the title of "model" hanging on it and explained, "I want to travel through time and space to meet the person who can say a few words, and that person will be me decades from now

Host: "..."

The host imagined the future in place and made up his mind to switch careers and host puzzle shows. He would never play with these so-called "art contestants" again. It would be so convenient to have math or intellectual competitions, and everyone would bow their heads and answer questions eagerly. He would never leave the poor host on stage.

But now that the situation has come to this point, it's impossible to let the silence on stage continue. The host chuckled and said, "That's really creative. So, may I ask contestant number twelve, what do you plan to communicate with your elderly self? Ask about future lottery numbers, future housing prices, and stock market trends? Or do you want to ask yourself when you can develop

Jiang Xiaoyuan glanced at her with a dumbfounded expression and said, "People cannot predict the future in advance, otherwise they will break the rules of causality, and the future will be unrecognizable. Haven't you heard of the butterfly effect and parallel space theory

Host: "... Hehe, contestant number twelve is really interested and thoughtful

Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "I just want to ask her if she has ever doubted herself, wanted to give up, or regretted after living for so many years. She just needs to say 'yes' or' no ', don't tell me any specific events

Jiang Xiaoyuan stood in front of the dressing mirror with her realistic and aged face, and the old lady in the mirror was fully revealed. It looked like after decades of connection, she was standing opposite her already aging self.

Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "I often doubt myself now, thinking about giving up every day, every day, once in the morning and once in the evening - as if I am sober in the morning, I am not so diligent in doing important things. I always worry that if I continue down this path, I will regret it one day. I live like a landmine, with deep and shallow steps, constantly on edge

Everyone can only live once, not even a rehearsal, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said

The host suddenly couldn't speak.

This outfit is average, I know it in my heart, "Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled at the audience in front of her." But this is the first special effects makeup I learned, and it's also quite memorable

The audience did not applaud, especially the young audience, and the scene was almost silent.

Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't care either, bowed, pushed her dressing mirror aside, and calmly lined up to wait.

It wasn't until the next contestant led her Emperor Wu out gracefully that the scene recovered from the eerie silence just now.

The competition has officially entered its final stage, and all guests and judges no longer have the right to score, so they can only boast about it.

The compilation professionals commented on each contestant's work one by one, promoting the highlights of each contestant's special effects like insurance. Only when it was Jiang Xiaoyuan's turn, she said very briefly, "contestant number twelve was very creative, but the basic elderly makeup techniques used were very basic, and the overall look was also very monotonous. You are very creative, and I hope you can put more effort into your skills next time

Her comments were actually to the point, but unfortunately, the now shameless jury's words are no longer effective - to be honest, if they had held on and refused to change the scoring results in the last round, the audience could still respect them as heroes, but when someone raised objections, they immediately changed, which precisely shows that the jury is guilty.

Outsiders can't tell how much value a comment has, and the audience's perception is entirely based on emotions - hearing a favorite judge speak is regarded as golden words, and hearing someone they dislike speak is regarded as farting.

The judges' "professional comments" passed through without even applauding, and the scene was like a cold joke factory.

The host had no idea at all and pushed the competition forward with a stiff face: "So please, the judges, pick up the voting tools in your hands and vote for your favorite contestant, giving him a precious chance to be resurrected

The contestants all turned their backs to the big screen, so nervous that they didn't know where to put their eyes. Only Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't care and quietly took out a small mirror from her pocket, lowering her head to peek.

The four small beams of light gradually grew upwards, clearly a replica of "Avenue of Stars". There was also a small figure bouncing on the beams, but unfortunately the five cent stage design was completely ineffective. The beams were as thin as laser flashlights, and the "little figure" on top was simply a block of color, difficult to distinguish between the head and limbs, making it look particularly inferior.

Jiang Xiaoyuan saw in the mirror that after jumping twice, her beam of light had stopped moving, standing tall and short compared to others.

She miraculously didn't feel particularly regretful in her heart, but instead remained calm.

The first time she had an argument with Teacher Jiang, she shouted at Jiang Bo, 'One day you won't be able to hire me.' Her voice was mostly out of anger.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled and calmly thought, "One day, this low and explosive stage will not even qualify me to sit as the chief judge

There is a world with vast seas and skies outside, but there are always people who jokingly believe that if they stumble on this one acre and three fen of land within their power, they will never be able to get up for the rest of their lives.

Their world is destined to be only as big as manhole covers. What's there to argue with such pitiful people?

The one minute voting time quickly ended, and Jiang Xiaoyuan's vote count was unexpectedly low. There were no surprises or miracles, and the contestant next to her who won the award by holding the Wu Emperor was trying to hold back a tearful expression. Unfortunately, her acting skills were almost disappointing, and her face turned red. It didn't seem like that.

Originally, there should have been a speech segment for the unsuccessful contestants, which could be considered as part of the overall budget competition summary. However, at this moment, both the organizing committee and the host are afraid that Jiang Xiaoyuan's ivory free dog mouth will say some earth shattering words again, and have replaced this segment with a "resurrected contestant" giving a speech.

The stage staff had already politely come on stage and invited the three unsuccessful contestants who were accompanying the Crown Prince to study down. Just then, a voice suddenly came from the audience: "I'm sorry, I have objections

The host was already numb to the word 'objection' that day.

Jiang Xiaoyuan saw that Qilian had actually spoken out this time. He ran to the front of the audience at some point and even stole the microphone of the guest who left early.

Qilian confidently opened the microphone, inserted one hand into his pocket, and stood in front of the crowd with a cynical attitude.

Several stage workers immediately stepped forward upon seeing this, and Qilian cleanly turned left, cooperatively giving the cameras and cameras waiting to reveal the truth a complete face.

Qilian: "As one of the audience judges in the media, do I not even have the right to raise objections

The staff stared at the flashing lights and dared not approach.

The host was very annoyed and said, "Please speak up

Qilian: "I am honored to be invited by the organizing committee as a public judge. Before the vote, I had a conversation with the beautiful woman sitting in front of me and the brother sitting to my right. We all like the creativity of contestant number twelve. I am not familiar with other people's choices, but at least the three of us voted for number twelve. May I ask why her vote count showed only two

Host: "..."

Qilian didn't even look at the dishes on the faces of the staff. She turned to the audience and nodded to the judges in the audience, saying, "The voters just now are contestant number one, contestant number eight, contestant number nine, and contestant number twelve. I want to ask, who voted for contestant number one

The host saw the situation was not good and quickly said, "Sir, our flight tickets have been processed fairly

Qilian ignored her and counted the people who raised their hands, announcing, "Okay, there are three votes in total - so those who voted for number eight, please raise your hand

Five... six, there are a total of six votes. Please put them down. Those who voted for number nine, please raise your hand - okay, there are a total of seven votes

Host: "Sir, please do not disturb the order of the arena. If you do not listen to dissuasion, we have the right to ask you to leave

I'll be leaving right away, "Qilian said without looking back." Please raise your hand if you voted for number twelve

He spoke and raised his hand first. The audience fell silent for a moment before raising one hand after another.

Qilian Qing smiled slightly and turned to face the host, saying, "The public judges have a total of thirty votes. Among them, contestant one received three votes, contestant eight received six votes, contestant nine received seven votes, and there are fourteen votes left. Except for two abstentions, contestant twelve received a total of twelve votes - I don't know if it's because I'm not good at math, I'm not sure how many numbers are within thirty, or if the ticket counter of your competition malfunctioned and everyone pressed the wrong key together

The host's eyes were darkened, and as soon as this person's words fell, the headline of "Open Black Curtain at the Competition Scene" was set for tomorrow. It was like waves of injustice rising again and again.

Qilian looked up and suddenly said to Jiang Xiaoyuan, who had a wrinkled face on the stage, "Of course you are not alone. We are all afraid. Who can guarantee that we will always be right? We are all ordinary people, and it is not easy for ordinary people to persist in one thing. They question themselves every moment. Some people question themselves two or three times, and their journey ends abruptly, but there are still people who question a thousand times and still come to the end

Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly burst into tears, feeling that there was no other person in the world as tough as him.

Qilian reached out his hand in his pocket and waved at the boiling media, indicating that they would stop making noise. He obediently put the microphone back in the guest seat, without looking at Fan Xiaoxiao's iron green face, and gestured to Jiang Xiaoyuan - Jiang Xiaoyuan miraculously understood. He said, 'Wash your face clean, let's go.'.

Without saying a word, she immediately let the other contestants on the same stage go straight to the backstage, not wanting to be under the same roof as these idiots for even a second.

The audience stage was noisy, and the judges were like four roasted quails, stiff together and at a loss. The host stood awkwardly on stage, and her two pound makeup couldn't hide the desolation in her heart.

The organizing committee certainly cannot let them leave like this. The organizers quickly sent someone to intervene in crisis public relations and gave a particularly ridiculous explanation - "The circuit of the voting machine was connected in series, and the conference staff were interns who neglected their duties on the spot and did not check the equipment properly.

Perhaps all the mistakes in the world can be attributed to "interns" and "temporary workers".

Finally, all the contestants who were supposed to qualify for the finals took a group photo with the judges, but due to the chaos, the final qualification certificate was not synthesized. One of the organizers of the organizing committee personally chased after it and handed it to Jiang Xiaoyuan with a face full amidst several rounds of bombardment.

This small preliminary round was so full of twists and turns that Jiang Xiaoyuan felt like she didn't really want this certificate anymore. For a moment, she fell ill with both her secondary and princess diseases, and wanted to throw the broken certificate in the opponent's face. She said, "Auntie doesn't care. Give this useless paper to whoever you want

Before she could take action, she saw Fan Xiaoxiao through the crowd.

Fan Xiaoxiao's gaze was like two machine guns, wishing she could sieve Jiang Xiaoyuan through thousands of mountains and rivers. At this moment, even Jiang Bo himself might not be able to dispel her hatred.

Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt relieved in her heart. She immediately adjusted her expression and showed a refreshing smile, saying to herself, "Why don't I? It's not bad to be able to anger the old witch

So Jiang Xiaoyuan took the certificate from the chairman's hand with a good voice and said, "Thank you, thank you. I will bring glory to our district in the national finals

Fan Xiaoxiao's nails are almost cutting off the bag strap.

Until then, Jiang Xiaoyuan finally snapped out of her severe princess illness and slowly remembered the reason why she wanted to compete for this spot in the semifinals - as if to enhance her presence in the finals and advertise for the management of her Beijing studio

Fortunately, Ms. Fan gave a hateful glare, otherwise she would have almost forgotten the important matter for a moment of impulse.

This time I have achieved my wish, and the Future Studio not only has a bright future, but at least has a good start.

At this moment, Teacher Jiang hurriedly walked out of the crowd. He didn't intend to delay until the end of the competition, but this time he really couldn't catch the plane. Fortunately, he had his suitcase with him, so he could just lift his leg and leave.

Jiang Bo grabbed Jiang Xiaoyuan's arm and quickly reminded her, "Hurry up and handle the follow-up work of this studio. There are still one or two months left until the semi-finals, and we will officially move before the semi-finals. Also, what kind of wicked and heretical thing is your human body painting? Go back and be honest with me, humbly learn more things. If you dare to play such a clever trick again next time, I don't think you need to do it

After speaking, he waved his hand and his clothes fluttered in a carefree manner, as if taking a screenshot from a movie: "Let's go

Where are you going? "A sudden and jarring voice pierced into people's ears, causing Jiang Bo to freeze in place with half of his graceful movements.

Fan Xiaoxiao walked over at some point and stared at him with a creepy gaze.

Jiang Bo moved his lips, seeming unsure of what to call the other person, and finally remained silent.

Can you control where you go? "Jiang Xiaoyuan, who had just been trained by Teacher Jiang to be like a grandson, suddenly resurrected with a fighting spirit. She took a step forward and stopped between Fan Xiaoxiao and Jiang Bo." We have to leave, the farther away we are from you, the better. We breathe the air of the same city as you. I feel like I've wronged my own lungs just thinking about it

Jiang Bo sighed and said to Jiang Xiaoyuan, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's go, there are still many things to do

After speaking, he glanced at Qilian who had already driven over, nodded to Mr. Qi, picked up his suitcase, and hailed a taxi.

Are you leaving? "Fan Xiaoxiao suddenly grabbed the open taxi door like crazy, grabbed Jiang Bo's shoulder tightly, and wished she could squeeze her through." Do you dare to leave

The taxi driver looked back at them strangely and said, "How many customers are there? Are you getting on or not

Jiang Bo lowered his eyes slightly and withdrew the heavy sadness surging in his eyes.

He suddenly bent down, stuffed the suitcase into the car, and then broke open Fan Xiaoxiao's hand - it was not difficult, Fan Xiaoxiao never expected him to resist. In the moment he made the "break" gesture, she seemed to have already lost her strength.

Jiang Bo stopped looking at her and got on the car, closing the door. "Master, go to the airport," he said

He finally didn't say anything to Fan Xiaoxiao - he really had nothing to say.