After Zhao Lan asked Lin Muci this interview question, she also chatted with her about her feelings on movies.
Lin Muci had actually entered the entertainment industry in a previous small world.
So, her answers were very fluent.
Zhao Lan was quite satisfied and told her to go back and wait for news.
By the time Lin Muci took a car back to the television station, it was already close to two in the morning.
She tiptoed back, planning to make do with a night in the practice room.
After all, everyone trained very hard, and she was worried about disturbing others' rest.
She found a yoga mat and curled up in a corner. The girl was like a kitten, quiet and gentle.
But while Lin Muci was considerate of others, the others were not willing to let her off the hook.
Around four or five in the morning, Lin Muci was woken up by cold water!
Cold water was poured directly over her head, and the icy water, mixed with ice chips, flowed down from the top of her head.
She was soaked and shivered. She raised her head, only to see a few girls giggling.
"Oh my, someone's here?"
"Sorry, we were cleaning the practice room. It was too early, and the lighting was dim, so we didn't see you."
This was clearly an excuse.
No matter how poor the lighting was.
It was impossible not to see Lin Muci, a living person.
But the other party insisted they hadn't seen Lin Muci, and Lin Muci frowned.
She stood up, cold water flowing into her armpits.
The young girls burst into laughter.
Lin Muci looked like a drowned rat.
The surveillance cameras wouldn't be on at night.
So they acted with impunity.
But the program recording started at five, and Lin Muci didn't have time to wash and blow-dry her hair. Moreover, the bathrooms were only open at fixed times.
The bathroom door was locked, and Lin Muci couldn't even take a hot shower.
She was soaked.
Looking at the excited faces of the girls opposite her, she narrowed her eyes and walked out.
Trying to get her expelled, huh?
She remembered this.
These three young girls were named Huang Ying, Tong Yali, and Yin Hupo.
Their popularity was also in the upper tier, considered the second echelon, just below hers.
They ranked somewhere between the teens and twenties.
That's why they considered her, a student with outstanding popularity at the moment, an eyesore and a thorn in their side!
Today was the second evaluation and group assignment recording, following the first elimination round.
Lin Muci hurried to the makeup room.
The makeup artist was stunned.
"Your hair...
You can't put on makeup and style it like this. I'll blow it dry for you."
Lin Muci asked.
"Can you give me a mermaid makeup look?"
She gestured and described. The makeup artist listened to Lin Muci's idea and said.
"It's possible, and it's quite unique. Wait a moment, I'll try."
The cold, wet hair and the pale skin due to the cold were not ideal for the camera.
But after the makeup artist finished applying makeup according to Lin Muci's description, even the makeup artist was stunned.
It was too beautiful.
It was a pale yet captivating beauty.
Lin Muci chose the lead vocalist position for her second performance, and the song she chose was "The Little Mermaid."
The girl who had been doused with water unexpectedly fit the theme of this performance.
She was like a mermaid surfacing from beneath the ice!
Legend says you were willing to be stranded for love.
Forget my vows to you.
Tears falling like a broken string.
As the pale-faced girl was raised from the lift, everyone couldn't help but gasp, "So beautiful!"
The girl's skin was so pale it was almost transparent.
Her wet hair seemed to be frozen, more beautiful than any special effect.
Only Ling Qianhe, standing below and looking at her face, furrowed his brows. Ling Qianhe then turned around and asked coldly.
"What's with the ice on her head? Who did her styling? Don't they know it's winter?"
Even the best physique couldn't withstand such treatment!
Everyone was silent, afraid to speak.
The stylist whispered.
"She was already like this when she arrived. We don't know what happened."
Ling Qianhe's eyes still held intense anger. He said.
"Get me a dry towel."
On stage, Lin Muci stood in the icy mist and sang with all her might.
Her performance was perfect, like a Nordic siren whose voice could drag people into a dream.
Combined with her flawless makeup, it was on track to achieve another ten million views on a direct camera shot.
The other girls were envious and jealous!
What made them even more red-eyed with jealousy was that
When Lin Muci came off stage.
Ling Qianhe, who was as handsome as a deity and the top-tier celebrity, walked up to her, reached out, and draped a clean towel over her. The young man looked into her eyes and said.
"Go take a hot shower."
Lin Muci said.
"The bathroom is locked."
Ling Qianhe said coldly.
"Then come to my place to shower!"
"Did you hear me? You can't go on like this anymore!"
He was heartbroken.