Wang Hui can't even pretend.

Zhang Yu was a little curious about why the Zhang family was no longer in personnel affairs.

"What's wrong? I'm so angry."

After all, he had to do his own thing, so Zhang Yu personally poured water for Wang Hui and handed it over.

Wang Hui sneered, "He is enthusiastic and polite, but he doesn't know anything about it."

Relocate to household registration?

ID card?

He didn't respond at all, and he looked like his daughter was suffering a loss when she married the Li family. She was really a tragic death!

Wang Hui has been Mrs. Li for more than 20 years and has not seen such a blind person for a long time.

Zhang Yu could probably imagine that the family's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, which was really disgusting.

Wang Hui thought that everything was fine, but she had promised her mother-in-law. Now she was so embarrassed that she came back in disgrace.

"Don't be angry, they came for me."

It is the usual way that Zhang's parents have to grasp her in this way and get more of what they want.

Just like in the beginning, she could completely ignore her wishes and send her to a director's room.

If she hadn't given herself two shots and forced herself to leave, she would have been even more infamous now.

"Zhang Yu."

Li Mingxiao handed her his phone in a calm voice, and the browser displayed on the page searched for content.

【What should I do if the ID card is lost?】

One of the answers under the entry was that Li Mingxiao was very satisfied with.

[Answer: Last time I went out and found that my ID card was lost at the station, so I applied for a temporary ID card in the public security office of the station. I could take the bus normally. When I got home, I could use the household registration book to re-issue my ID card.]

Zhang Yu smiled with a wry mouth, deleted the entry, and entered another content: [Can you re-issue your identity with a marriage certificate?]

[Answer: No, the user must apply for a re-issue ID card. If the household registration book is lost, the household registration book will be re-issue first, and then the ID card will be re-issue. Generally, the household registration place has files, and the marriage certificate can be used as an auxiliary proof.]

Zhang Yu and Li Mingxiao looked at each other, and the two were as cunning as thousands of years of foxes.

Living people can still be suffocated to death by urine. In the information age, it is impossible for people to be controlled until death.

If it weren't for the fact that you needed to register your ID card when you went out now, Zhang Yu was about to give up getting his ID card back from the Zhang family.

"What do you two want to do?"

Wang Hui felt that she could not keep up with the ideas of these two people.

Zhang Yu patiently explained, "Mom, I go to my household registration place to apply for the lost household registration book, and then apply for an ID card. When the household registration book is obtained, I will separate my household registration. It is very convenient. You don't have to work hard to run to Zhang's house."

After Li Mingxiao and Zhang Yu reached a tacit understanding, they did not make things difficult for Zhang Yu to keep a distance from Wang Hui and not have a strong relationship in order to achieve some goals.

Wang Hui savored Zhang Yu's words and laughed, "When you move your household registration, I want to see how the people from the Zhang family pretend to be stupid!"

Zhang Yu felt that he was in a good mood today, everything went smoothly~

Zhang Yu dreamed at night and was sweet, so he went out early the next morning.

Meeting with her best friend Yang Cong at the audition site, the fleshy Yang Cong rushed over and gave Zhang Yu a big bear hug.

"Yu, where have you died these days? I don't reply to send you a message. I'm worried about you so much!"

Only one sentence was left for a few days, without any other explanation, Yang Cong was really worried.

Zhang Yu pinched her soft and glutinous face and coaxed her for a while, "I'll take you to eat your favorite dessert later."

Yang Cong let her go, "Hurry to go to the bathroom to change clothes. Have you prepared the program in advance? It's enough to say it's the national style, and there are all judges and teachers in dance and music, and the situation is quite big."

Yang Cong prepared Hanfu for Zhang Yu, and the two went directly to the bathroom to change. Zhang Yu took off his glasses, took out an air cushion from his backpack and put on makeup, took off his thick fake bangs, and her black hair was hanging to both sides.

"I'm just staring at the basic skills of the League. What's the fear of? I can't pass the primary election. I can really die."

Yang Cong laughed and helped her apply essential oil on her hair, "You want to make a big splash. I expect you to become famous in battle and keep me in the future. Whether you can live a life as a young man in a villa depends on you!"

While talking, the two of them quickly packed up their makeup and put on the number plate, and waited outside to call the number.

Many people come early in the morning.

Yang Cong has experience in this kind of thing, so he arranged people to queue up here in advance, and the two of them are not too far behind.

It is said that it is a primary election, but in fact it has passed a wave of screening. After all, the program also has a limit on the duration, and it is impossible for every contestant to give the camera.

At least, if the appearance does not meet the conditions, it is impossible to pass the registration. The submitted image materials are also outstanding.

Yang Cong submitted a video of Zhang Yu practicing Jinghong dance in the dance studio. He wore a training suit, had a convex figure, and was elegant in every move. Of course, such contestants were invited.

Zhang Yu finally put on a veil.

She doesn't want to be the focus when queuing up, for fear of being targeted.

There are many ancient-style beauties on the mask, and her good figure is hidden in her dress, which is not outstanding.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is the best arrangement.

Yang Cong held the bags of two people and accompanied Zhang Yu, saying words to comfort her and telling her not to be nervous.

The moment he called Zhang Yu's number plate, Yang Cong was so excited that he almost fell flat.

Zhang Yu had already floated onto the stage like a gust of wind.

Her steps were light and she fell from the earth into the mortal world as if she had no weight.

One turned sideways, the veil fell off, the beautiful eyes filled with stars, falling all over the sky, and her cold voice sang in a low voice.

There was only a beam of light following her on the stage, and the venue was quiet.

When her dance ended, the judges and the audience were still unsatisfied.

Amid the warm applause, the dance artist couldn't help but stand up and applaud. She was really shocked. When the agent first helped her take on the show, she was quite repulsive, but now seeing such a good seedling, she felt that she was doing the right thing.

"Is Zhang Yu? How old is this year?"

Teacher Wang Meiping spoke gently, as if she was afraid that she would be scared of such a little beloved.

Zhang Yu danced a dance, his breath was still very stable, and he answered openly, "Teacher, I am Zhang Yu, I am 20 years old this year."

“How many years have you learned dancing?”

Wang Meiping rubbed her hands and wanted to kidnap people under her own school and train them well.

"I studied for three years when I was a child. The university was in the performance department, and the compulsory courses were dance."

When Zhang Yu was a child, he was highly expected by the Zhang family and his wife. Music and dance were all basic. However, later, when Zhang Mengshi came back, all her beauty turned into a bubble.

But Zhang Mengshi was originally the daughter of the Zhang family, and she was not qualified to ask for it or blame anything.

If she hadn't practiced dancing again in college, she would have given up long ago.

The popularity in Wang Meiping's eyes has dropped a little bit. She is a person who studies acting, and she has such a good talent...

——Promote! Slowly turn!

Another judge was a younger ancient style singer who had a soundtrack for all ancient style films and TV dramas. There was also the saying that his singing would start to start the knife as soon as it sounded. He was called Ji Han, a shy boy. After a few simple questions, he put down the microphone.

The third judge is Zhang Yu’s acquaintance.

Bai Sisi.

As a goddess in costume dramas, it seems that she can be a judge in such a national-style program.

Bai Sisi didn't feel much when Zhang Yu appeared. After all, when she saw Zhang Yu, her thick bangs and huge black-framed glasses really didn't have any beauty. She couldn't connect with the girl with bright eyes and white teeth in front of her.

When you see the name, you even think it is a coincidence of the same name and surname.

But Zhang Yu's voice would not change, and Zhang Yu's eyes could not be faked when he saw her.

Bai Sisi felt very uncomfortable when she thought that Zhang Yu was now Li Mingxiao's pillow.

"Is Zhang Yu so? Are you satisfied with your performance?"

This is not a good question.

To say that you are satisfied is pride and complacent in front of so many big shots and excellent contestants. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are arrogant.

But if she is not satisfied, she has no confidence at all. If the judges let her pass, it would be a slap in the face.

Zhang Yu gave Bai Sisi a thumbs up in his heart. He is worthy of being a woman who has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has two tricks.

At least when digging the pit, the pit is very deep and round.

"Teacher Bai, if you give me a chance like other teachers, I believe I will get better and better. Under your guidance, there will be more room for improvement."

Zhang Yu had a sincere smile on his face, and Bai Sisi only saw her proud face.

——Is this showing off to her? Is this a letter of war?

She is worthy too!

Bai Sisi gritted her teeth and had a perfect smile on her face.
To be continued...