✓ Little Expert Bending Plot Lines Back

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Miao Anjun, who returned to the dressing room and changed his clothes, only felt relieved. om female play or something, Yalishan is big.

Because it was his turn to play the piano in a while, he simply changed into a black tuxedo.

Narrow collar, single-breasted cotton, with satin belt, shirt and bow. This specially tailored tuxedo looks very high-end just by looking at it (child of a rich family).

Miao Anjun always felt that the makeup girl who applied his makeup (still the hot one before) looked at him as if it didn't look right (all understood).

While waiting in the dressing room, his cousin Yu Caishan came to see him.

"How's Xiaojun preparing~?" Yu Caishan looked in a good mood, and walked in with a smile.

"Well, there is no problem." Miao Anyun in a tuxedo nodded coldly, graceful and reserved, like a nobleman in the Middle Ages in Europe.

"Xiao Jun, I heard that your class is performing a drama?" Yu Caishan's gentle smile seems to have become a little subtle at the moment, probably a little black?

The makeup artist on the side also quietly pricked her ears, paying attention to the face of her goddess(?).

The drama Miao Anjun turned his head stiffly to look at Yu Caishan. All those graceful, reserved and noble demeanours before, all seemed to be illusions, and all disappeared with the wind.

"The Snow White in that drama Snow White is so pretty, don't you think~?" Yu Caishan smiled and looked at her stiff cousin, as if she meant something, and her tone was ridiculous.

A knowing blow. Miao Anjun nodded stiffly, and suddenly heard the announcement that he was preparing to perform, "It's my turn, I'm leaving." Miao Anjun's tone seemed as cold as ever (really?). He quickly left as if he had fled.

Yu Caishan looked at the back of his escape. This dignified and elegant textbook-like beauty gave up her image for the first time, holding her belly and smiling almost out of breath.

Miao Anjun, who had fled from wasteland, had already adjusted his mentality when he took the stage, and his heart was still calm at the moment. Regardless of what happened before, you can't let it affect the performance, isn't it? This is the most basic principle to be a performer.

Miao Anjun sat down in front of the piano, he took a deep breath, and then started his tune-walking in the rain.

The audience is also very normal--

"The male **** is handsome today!"

"The tuxedo is super handsome, lick!"

"My God, my marriage!"

As a result, Miao Anjun's tight nerves gradually relaxed and became more engaged. om

It's a pity that he relaxed too early.

#The world smiles slightly at him#

I don't know who opened a head, and a discordant voice suddenly appeared among the fans who were kneeling and licking their own male god--

"Huh? Why do the more I look at it, the more I feel that the male **** looks like the girl who played Snow White before? Am I alone!"

Then the style of painting under the stage changed completely.

"you're not alone!"

"By the way, the male **** is in the second grade a class, right. That Snow White's drama seems to be in the second grade a class too???? Provoked, I seem to have discovered something terrible?!!!"