This animation cosplay exhibition is very large, divided into several themed halls, each hall has a small area, and the background is matched according to the requirements of the contestants.
"They are from the Imperial Hall, and their booth is also a medium-sized booth, with a complete story and stage scenery. Alas! It's good to have money, but it's a pity that my mother sells breakfast."
Xiao Lingdang said angrily, and led Wang Tao towards a remote small hall in a somewhat decadent manner.
Now Wang Tao also understands that her so-called first place is just stubbornness. The real situation is that it is impossible for her to win first place.
There are also a dozen small stages separated by railings in the small hall. The stage where Wang Tao and Xiao Lingdang are located is a half-dark, generally holy stage set.
This stage is very small, two or three square meters at most. This is where they will compete for the cos exhibition championship with their modeling and storytelling.
"This is our stage next, alas! It would be great if my mother were a rich woman!"
Little Lingdang was still unhappy. Wang Tao heard Little Lingdang complaining about his mother over and over again, and his eyebrows raised in a rare move.
Others want mothers but don’t have them, but you have a mother but don’t know how to cherish it?
Wang Tao felt a sense of resentment in his heart when he thought of this. He noticed something strange about himself and immediately closed his eyes slightly to adjust his emotions.
After a while, he shook his head, put aside distracting thoughts and followed the little bell to clean up the small stage.
"It's almost time, let's go put on makeup first."
The little bell urged Wang Tao, and soon the two of them came to the dressing room specially designed for cosplayers.
Xiao Lingdang unfolded the package with ease and applied makeup to Wang Tao first.
It's nothing more than a painting with sharp fangs, ugly and ferocious. It doesn't look difficult on the surface, but in fact it requires a lot of meticulous effort. Wang Tao also asked Xiao Lingdang to make his makeup more uglier based on his own understanding.
He finished the painting in ten minutes, and the next step was for Little Lingdang to put on the makeup of a holy angel.
She painted very carefully, even the exposed skin had to be whitened.
This time it took more than half an hour to put on makeup before I could finish it.
The little bell pretended to imitate the movements of the Holy Angel, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"The theme this time is the devil's servants of the holy angels. It's about realistic makeup and accurate expressions. One is beautiful like an angel, and the other is ugly like a devil."
Wang Tao nodded slightly, then looked at himself and Little Bell in the mirror, and was stunned for a moment.
I saw her fair and slender swan-like neck, her hair tied up, and a holy crown covering it.
Her delicate facial features, skin that could be broken by a blow, and cold eyes gave her a rather aloof feeling.
It seems that cos Holy Angel, she is already familiar with it.
Compared to her holiness and refinement, Wang Tao is simply unsightly, vulgar and ugly, with a hideous face.
"Put your head closer?"
The little bell signaled Wang Tao to lean his ugly head over. Suddenly one was ugly and the other was beautiful, one was an angel and the other was a devil. The strong contrast surprised both of them, and their hearts were filled with a thrilling feeling of breaking through the constraints.
Wang Tao's mental strength was not bad, but he was just slightly surprised.
Looking at the rebellious little Lingdang, she was already dizzy, her heartbeat was beating fast, and her eyes were a little wide.
"Hehe, I said we can win the championship this time! You will cooperate with me later, and you will make the audience look stupid."
Little Bell's eyes were full of emotion.
Wang Tao's expression was calm and showed no abnormality.
The two put on their makeup and started going out to their own venue where the cosplay exhibition was held.
"If someone comes to take a photo of us, we will pose as we did just now, and we must show our strong contrast."
"Um."
Wang Tao nodded, feeling that although this contrast was very powerful, it could easily cause aesthetic fatigue, and it would still be a bit difficult to win the championship in this prestigious venue.
Just increase the contrast.
Wang Tao made up his mind and stretched out his palm to think about the Buddha Lotus Holy Light he had seen today. Slowly, some holy light simulated from his hand and slowly disappeared into Xiao Lingdang's body.
Little Lingdang didn't realize it. She was nervously arranging the props and taking out the mirror from time to time to check her makeup.
As the holy light sank into Xiao Lingdang's body, her whole body suddenly emitted a ray of light, and a holy temperament spread outwards with her as the center.
Well. Wang Tao nodded with satisfaction. With this holy temperament, Xiao Ling Dang’s cosplay image of a holy angel will be even better.
Sure enough, before Wang Tao could test the effect, several exhibition security guards stopped in front of their booth, their eyes glued to the little bell.
Wang Tao smiled coldly, knowing that it was time for him to appear.
Suddenly, as his face became serious, a ferocious aura spread out from his body. He was wearing a barbed armor, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were faintly blood red due to his deliberate changes.
Although the people around were completely distracted by the little bell, they suddenly felt inexplicable palpitations and immediately looked at the black-armored evil god slave behind the little bell.
After just one glance, these people's knees became weak and they almost knelt on the ground.
Damn it! What a scary monster?
Everyone was shocked when they saw the big ghost looking over with blood-red eyes. The hairs on their bodies suddenly stood up, as if they were being stared at by the god of death.
Fortunately, Wang Tao only glanced lightly. With his increased ferocious aura, if he really stared at a few people, he would scare them to death.
"Hiss. Such a pure angel, such a ferocious slave. What a perfect pairing of master and servant?"
A reporter not far away stared blankly at the situation here, his eyes wide open.
The holy angel is holding a chain and holding a ferocious black-armored slave of the evil god. These two people confront each other in terms of image and temperament, but they are also interdependent, creating a beautiful contrast that is extremely attractive.
Sure enough, with Wang Tao's help, the venue they were in was surrounded by people from the very beginning of the comic exhibition.
At first, Little Lingdang was startled. She almost changed from a "holy angel" to a "smiling Buddha", and the smile at the corner of her mouth stretched to her earlobes.
As the number of people gradually increased, she finally got used to it, posing with a cold expression on her own, without giving any face to the photographers.
The more aloof Xiao Lingdang became, the more popular she became. In the end, people in the entire hall crowded in front of her stage, staring at her in dumbfounded silence.
This is when Wang Tao's role comes into play. He has a ferocious face, and his looks alone can stop children from crying at night.
Under his terrifying and ferocious gaze, even the eyes of the people around him could see through it, and no one really dared to step forward.
"What's going on today? Why is the whole comic show so cold and gentle?"
On the other side of the imperial hall, a beautiful magical girl squatted on the ground and complained angrily to Huang Yaoshi on the medium-sized booth.
"It's quite strange. This comic exhibition has been building momentum since three months ago. It can be said to be a nationwide event. Not only did it cause a sensation in our city, even half of China's cosplay fans came."
Huang Yaoshi was also confused, looking at the deserted scene at a loss.