There are already many contestants preparing for the competition backstage. The school also specially hired makeup artists to put on makeup for the contestants. The contestants need to prepare their own clothing and accessories.
Song Jing walked into the backstage, where many people had already changed into the competition clothes they had brought.
Quan Manman changed into a violet gradient dress and stood among the crowd, looking really outstanding.
Many contestants gathered around her and chatted with her.
Quan Manman only smiled occasionally and responded twice.
Li Yin was also on the side, and when he saw Song Jing coming in, his eyes flashed with strange expression, but he quickly covered it up and turned around to continue chatting with the people around him.
Song Jing was wearing a hat. When she walked backstage, many people looked at her curiously.
A teacher who was responsible for the order of the scene came over. No matter how he looked at her, he didn't think she was a contestant. "Classmate, this is the backstage. To watch the competition, you have to go to the frontstage."
"I am a contestant." Song Jing took his hand out of his pocket, with the contestant's serial number on the back of his hand.
The teacher took a closer look and saw that it was indeed a serial number sticker only for contestants.
"Oh, you're a little late. Go put on your makeup over there first. Where is your dress? Is it in your bag?"
"I don't have a dress." Song Jing put his bag on the stool aside, "I don't need to put on makeup. Thank you, teacher."
The teacher was a little surprised and frowned slightly, "Have you ever been on stage like this?"
"Hmm." Song Jing pulled up the brim of his hat, "I can't afford a dress."
The expression on the teacher's face paused for a moment, and he thought to himself.
There are so many masters in the music industry here today. Which contestant doesn’t want to go on stage beautifully and leave a good first impression on the masters?
Although the clothes this girl was wearing were decent, there was no sign of any brand, and the bag she was carrying was very old, just the kind of black shoulder bag that costs fifty or sixty yuan on the roadside. I guess the conditions at home must not be good.
The teacher's expression softened a little and encouraged: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a dress. Let the makeup artist give you a look. The competition will leave a good first impression on the judges in the audience, which will be good for you."
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Song Jing was still refusing, but the teacher gently patted her shoulder, "Go ahead, don't be nervous."
"Thank you, teacher." Song Jing took back his rejection and politely thanked him.
The teacher smiled at her encouragingly.
Song Jing had no choice but to take his bag and go to the dressing table.
There are many contestants putting on makeup here, but there is only one empty seat.
"Classmate, you sit here." The makeup artist in charge of this position waved to Song Jing, "What does your dress look like? I will do your makeup to match your dress."
The teacher in charge of order also came over and whispered to the makeup artist: "This classmate's family is in a difficult situation and she has not prepared a dress. Please give her a makeup look that matches her current clothes."
"That's right, I understand." The makeup artist nodded, "Classmate, your hair is very beautiful. You take off the hat first, and I will braid your hair."
"Thank you." Song Jing took off his hat.
The make-up artist and the contestants who were putting on make-up next to her saw her appearance clearly, and their eyes flashed with surprise.
Song Jing's appearance is gorgeous, and his facial features are completely beautiful, and he can firmly catch other people's attention at the first glance.
However, the cold temperament of her brows suppressed this beauty, and added a kind of alienation and indifference that can only be seen from a distance but cannot be blasphemed. Like a very beautiful flower blooming in a bush full of sharp thorns.
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Extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous!
The makeup artist shook his head for a moment before coming back to his senses, "Classmate, I dare say that if you prepare a dress, you will be the biggest winner when you go on stage tonight." Just with this face, this girl is enough to drive everyone crazy!
Song Jing: "I don't need to put on makeup."
"I understand, with your facial features, no matter if you wear colorful clothes or plain makeup, it will cover up the original advantages of your facial features. I will only give you a slight foundation and lipstick, and it will be enough to make everyone look stunning."
"I'll put some lotion on you first, and then braid your hair."
"Trouble." Song Jing leaned on the back of the chair and let the makeup artist mess around.
The makeup artist was a little excited to meet such a beautiful face and started tinkering with Song Jing's look.
The makeup artist used a curling iron to perm Song Jing's long black hair into disposable curls. Then she used a rubber band to tie a bunch at the top of her hair. She lifted up one or two strands of the remaining hair and braided three small strands on each side.
The braided hair makes the whole person look cool and sassy, but also has a bit of a sweet girl flavor that can be blended in.
"Where is Song Jing? Someone is looking for him outside."
Song Jing turned his head and glanced at the door. Bing Tiantian was standing outside the door wearing a hat and mask.
"Sorry, I'm going out for a while." Song Jing stood up, "Please help me take a look at my bag."
"No problem, go ahead." The makeup artist agreed.
Song Jing walked to the door, and when Bing Tiantian saw her coming out, he even stood up straighter.
Song Jing glanced at her and walked to the side, "Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just saw you at the gate and came to say hello." Bing Tiantian was a little nervous when facing Song Jing, "Mr. Song, thank you." Something like that happened before, but Song Jing actually did it.
He didn't deliberately suppress her and allowed her to join sunshinegirl. She has always been very grateful.
"You have the ability yourself, so there is no need to thank me." Song Jing said calmly, "You will have a performance soon, right?"
"Yes. We are going to sing two songs." Bing Tiantian nodded.
"Then you go back to rehearsal."
"Mr. Song." Bing Tiantian stopped Song Jing, "You are a student of Peking University. Did you participate in today's music competition?"
"Yeah." Song Jing had already entered the backstage.
Bing Tiantian was a little dazed.
She always thought that her own experience was very rich and desirable among her peers. It wasn't until she met Mr. Song that she truly realized what it means that there are mountains beyond the mountains and people beyond the people.
Her little experience was instantly reduced to scum compared to that of Mr. Song.
Song Jing went back and happened to pass by Quan Manman, who was on the other side and seemed to be doing something.
Quan Manman's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw Song Jing's appearance.
Song Jing returned to the dressing table expressionlessly and continued to put on makeup.
Li Yin was in the dark, with evil flashing in his eyes.
In the auditorium, all the work was ready. Sunshinegirl took the stage first to warm up. They sang new songs tailor-made for them by the company, and they were competing in the Green Fruit Music Competition.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, they sang and danced vigorously, and the atmosphere in the entire auditorium instantly became heated.
After their two song performances were over, the host came on stage.
First, the music masters who served as judges were introduced, as well as the special judge Shen Yuning. After some preparations were made amidst screams, the first contestant was invited to the stage.
Violin solo performed by the first contestant.
The fat man was sitting in the audience. He was not a contestant, but he was more nervous than the contestants.
"These people feel very powerful. What is Sister Jing's number?"
Qi Yun glanced at the list of contestants and the serial numbers in his hand, "Song Jing is number 16."
"It's the eighth now, and next is Quan Manman, who is ninth. Li Yin is in the 10th, just in front of Quan Manman."
Backstage, it was Quan Manman's turn to take the stage, but she was not in the waiting area.
"Manman, if you think about it carefully, did you find your music score somewhere?"
"I keep the score in the piano case all the time. There is no way it will fall out." Quan Manman's eyes were already red with anxiety, tears welling up in her eyes.
"The piano case is here, and the piano is also there, but I can't find the music score. Could it be that you made a mistake before you came here and didn't put the music score in the piano case and left it at home?" someone asked.
"Impossible, I checked the piano case before going out to make sure that the music and the piano were fine before I came here." Quan Manman shook her head, her voice already tinged with tears.
"What's going on?" The teacher in charge of arranging the contestants came over and said, "Quan Manman, right? You are the next one."
Quan Manman burst into tears when she saw her teacher. The person next to her said: "Teacher, Manman's music score has been stolen."