nashuaworldcup Chapter 192 Not only does she sing well, but she's also incredibly good-looking?
Chapter 192 Not only does she sing well, but she's also incredibly good-looking?
The car door opened.
A foot wearing a studded leather boot stepped out.
Immediately afterwards, a guy with slicked-back hair, wearing a sequined jacket, and looking arrogant and cool walked down.
His name is Zhao Tian, and he is the only fourth-turn student in Li Ronghao's team.
Although his fourth turn was partly due to luck—the mentors had just started recording and were being more lenient—it didn't stop him from feeling like he was the chosen one, the king of the night.
"Snap! Snap!"
Seeing people come down, the reporters, out of professional habit, still pressed the shutter.
Upon hearing the shutter sound, Zhao Tian's lips instantly curled into what he considered a charming and wicked smile.
He straightened his dazzling jacket, waved at the camera, and felt incredibly pleased with himself.
"Look at this! That's real prestige!"
"As expected, as a fourth-tier student, I'm the center of attention!"
"These reporters must have been waiting here just to catch me!"
however.
Before he could even strike his second pose...
A sudden commotion arose in the crowd, and the whispers drifted to his ears on the wind:
"It's here! It looks like that car!"
"Holy crap! It's finally here!"
"This is so beautiful!"
"Is this the legendary beauty?"
Zhao Tian froze, his brows furrowing slightly.
nice?
Divine beauty?
He subconsciously touched his face.
"While I admit I'm quite handsome, aren't these reporters using inaccurate terminology?"
"I'm a guy! You should compliment me on being handsome, cool, and awesome! How can you use such effeminate words like 'beautiful'?"
"The media these days is becoming increasingly unprofessional."
Just as Zhao Tian was about to strike a cool pose for the camera and correct the reporters' aesthetic sense, he discovered that the reporters were all looking in another direction.
Zhao Tian looked over in confusion, and was immediately stunned.
A taxi pulled up next to his van.
The car door opened.
A foot clad in a white lace-trimmed ankle sock gently touched the ground.
Followed by.
A young lady wearing a retro plaid pinafore dress, a Peter Pan collar shirt underneath, and a double pearl necklace around her neck walked out.
She wore an elegant princess-style half-up hairstyle, with white bow hair clips on both sides.
She looks like someone who just stepped out of an 80s magazine; she's incredibly sweet, elegant, and refined!
quiet--
The once bustling entrance to the television station was suddenly plunged into a brief silence.
Everyone's attention was drawn to this figure, who seemed to have a built-in soft-focus filter.
Followed by.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The sound of camera shutters clicking was deafening, almost continuous!
"Holy crap! Jiang Baizhi!"
"What kind of divine design is this?!"
"A retro heiress style? So sweet! Where's my insulin?!"
"The previous forest-themed style was cool and aloof, but this one is elegant and sweet! The style switch is so smooth!"
"Is this the trump card for tonight?!"
Jiang Bai stood by the car, his eyes slightly dazzled by the overwhelming flashes of light.
He silently complained to himself:
"Wow, so many people?"
"Luckily, my outfit was quite comprehensive; nothing was exposed except my face."
"If she had worn that school's JK mini skirt, her legs would probably be swollen from all the photos."
"Why is there someone up ahead? Is he a security guard?"
Jiang Bai frowned slightly. These security guards were so unprofessional! Why were they blocking the way?!
.......
At that moment, while Zhao Tian was in a daze...
Suddenly, a clear and melodious sound came from the side, like a wind chime being struck by a gentle breeze:
"Excuse me, could you let me through?"
The voice was so beautiful, soft and sweet with a hint of urgency, that it instantly pierced Zhao Tian's eardrums and struck straight to the top of his head.
Zhao Tian was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stepped aside to make way for him.
Followed by.
A delicate fragrance wafted by.
A figure, like a startled fawn, lowered its head and darted past him in a flash.
Although the movements were very fast.
But that fleeting glimpse, that face, even just a profile, was enough to make his heart stop—a breathtakingly beautiful face.
"hiss--"
Before Zhao Tian could react, the group of reporters in front of him had completely gone crazy!
"Ahhh! Jiang Baizhi! Don't go! Stay and do an interview!"
"Quick, take a picture! Quick, take a picture!"
"Jiang Baizhi! Goddess! Look this way! Slow down!"
The reporters relentlessly pursued the figure walking briskly, and when they realized Jiang Baizhi was trying to escape, they swarmed around her, snapping photos with their cameras.
At this moment, Jiang Bai...
I was incredibly panicked.
Looking at the horde of reporters swarming towards him like zombies, he felt a tightness in his anus.
"Holy crap! So many people?!"
"If you were stuck in the middle, any lecherous hand could touch you..."
"If you touch her chest and it's flat, that's fine, but if you touch down there..."
"Then I'll be on the front page of the social news tomorrow—[Shocking! Sweetheart Goddess Turns Out to Be a Crossdresser Bigger Than You!]!"
"No! We have to run!"
"We absolutely cannot let them get close!"
then.
In the public eye.
Jiang Baizhi, who was elegant in demeanor and dressed in a noble manner, quickened her pace!
Although she was wearing loafers, she was faster than a race walker, her feet barely touching the ground and her skirt billowing in the wind.
"Hey! Teacher Jiang! Look this way!"
"Goddess! Show us your face!"
The reporters shouted themselves hoarse.
But Jiang Bai didn't even turn her head, one hand covering her neckline and the other lifting her skirt.
Just a second before the group of reporters were about to surround him, he slipped into the TV station's door with deadly precision, like a slippery eel.
"call......."
Only after entering did Jiang Bai dare to look back.
Looking at the reporters who were being kept outside by security guards, he patted his chest.
"That was close! That was close..."
.......
Outside.
Zhao Tian stood alone on the red carpet, frozen in that waving gesture.
A gust of wind blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves.
He looked at the figure that had disappeared behind the door, then at the reporters who were still excitedly looking back at the photos, completely ignoring him.
I was completely stunned.
"That...that girl..."
Zhao Tian swallowed hard, his voice dry:
"Was she also a contestant on The Voice of China?"
A reporter next to him, changing a roll of film, rolled his eyes at him:
"Nonsense! You don't even know her?"
"Naying's team's ace! Jiang Baizhi! Just like you, she's also a fourth-tier player!"
"But the quality of their original content, even with four reposts...tsk tsk, that's something that deserves to be featured on Weibo!"
"Four...fourth job advancement?"
"Same as me?"
"Not only that, it's also an original song?"
Zhao Tian's mind replayed the moment when they brushed past each other.
That exquisite profile, those lustrous pearls, and that air of nobility that made one afraid to look directly at her.
Although it was only for a brief second.
But he had to admit...
"It's fucking beautiful."
Zhao Tian muttered to himself, his heart racing, and his legs even felt a little weak.
Despite considering himself a "handsome guy," he felt a strong sense of inferiority at that moment.
"This is my opponent?"
"Not only does she sing well, but she's also incredibly good-looking?"
Looking at his sequined jacket, Zhao Tian suddenly felt it looked a bit tacky.
He then recalled the crisp, melodious "Excuse me" from earlier.
My face turned red for no reason.
"Never mind, winning or losing isn't important. What's important is that I could get to know her backstage..."
Zhao Tian chuckled, stopped trying to look cool, and scurried off toward the TV station's main entrance.