When the show is officially aired and the truth is revealed, netizens will definitely regret the conclusions they made by looking at the pictures and talking about it. On the contrary, they will also feel that Zhou Ze's image of a stable and elegant noble man has suddenly collapsed.
After a live broadcast, it finally ended, and the netizen was still lingering. In the end, he came to the same feeling in a rare and harmonious way: If I hadn't seen their real performance, the acting skills of these two would really make me believe it.
They are really not familiar with each other.
"Just kidding, of these two people, one is a two-time Grand Slam Best Actor, and the other, although he has not followed up, is still the youngest Best Actress in history. The popularity and awards back then were not as watery as they are now.
The judges and the audience cast their votes in real earnest, and there is absolutely no need to ridicule your professional ability.”
"Why are you here alone?" Wang Yiyi squatted alone in the corner of the wall next to the school playground, wearing headphones and immersed in his own world.
During the lunch break, after a busy morning and a whole afternoon to go, everyone took the time to rest in the temporary lounge set up by the school. Wang Yi took the opportunity to sneak out.
She observed yesterday to see where she could make a difference.
Just when she found a place she was satisfied with, she spread out her things and got ready to start.
Unexpectedly, she heard a voice coming from behind. Wang Yi's whole body and hands trembled. She turned around suddenly and saw someone bending over. She covered her chest and rolled her eyes.
, "What are you doing, scaring people to death?"
Because it was too sudden and the range of rotation of the body was too large, Wang Yiyi's earphones hanging on his ears suddenly loosened and fell out. Wang Yiyi's hands were full of things and he wanted to catch them with his shoulders.
Just as she was watching it fall into the paint can in front of her, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. He caught it with quick eyes and hands, and naturally took it and stuffed it into his ear.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Ze also squatted down, picked up a pen and stirred the paints arranged in a row on the ground, "Are you going to paint a wall painting?"
"Yes." Wang Yi nodded, stood up with the sketch she had drawn in advance, compared it with the wall, and asked: "Why are you here?"
"How can I come if you can come?" Zhou Ze didn't know what to do. He put down his pen and looked up at her with sincere eyes: "I'm really not here to cause trouble. Is there anything I can do to help?
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Zhou Ze talked all night long with his two temporary roommates yesterday, and worked hard all morning. He sat on the recliner and could have closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
Just before going to bed, he reflexively wanted to confirm what Wang Yiyi was doing. With just one glance, he saw her sneaking up, opening the door and slipping out. Zhou Ze's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and heaven and man were at war.
After a while, I followed her and arrived here.
"Can you?" Wang Yi thought one thing and said another, but she did doubt some people's painting skills.
"Why can't I do it?" Zhou Ze stood up, picked up the paintbrush and tried to clear his name, "Anyway, when I was in kindergarten, I got a certificate and certificate from Ma Liang, the master pen, and it was an award from the group leader.
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"Then forget it." Wang Yiyi looked panicked and tried to grab the brush from his hand. "Is it the one that is still posted on the wall of the study room in my old house? Mom and I
Having said that, she said this is a participation award for everyone."
At that time, Zhou's mother glanced at Wang Yiyi's certificate several times, and when explaining the reason, she spared some face for her own son so that he would not be too embarrassed in front of professionals.
Zhou Ze raised the paint cans and brushes in his hands and defended himself: "Well, well, then I have made some progress."
"Then you first trace the area where I finished the draft with black." Wang Yi smiled triumphantly and assigned him a task. Of course, there was no technical content.
"Why don't you call me and let's go together? Can we finish it by ourselves?"
"I see you are all sleeping. It just so happens that I'm not sleepy."
This was her own idea, and it was not a task done for the sake of the show's effect. She knew that everyone was tired, so she didn't want to disturb it. She didn't even let the staff follow her. She tried her best to complete it alone if she could.
But the amount of the project is indeed huge, and Wang Yiyi is worried that he can't finish it in one lunch break. At this time, free labor comes to his door, so he doesn't need to use it in vain.
"Is this what you have been carrying all the way today?" Zhou Ze accepted the task and pointed to a row of things scattered on the ground, "Isn't it heavy?"
"Fortunately." Wang Yiyi was both on a whim and fully prepared. "I asked Sister Qing to buy it yesterday. Fortunately, I brought it with me. It turns out there is none here."
"Oh." Zhou Ze didn't know what kind of wind he was having, so he took off the earphones and gave them back to her, then turned his back and buried his head in tracing.
Sister Qing bought a color palette. When Wang Yiyi asked Teacher Hou if the school had one, Teacher Hou smiled bitterly and said, "No, they don't have art classes."
Wang Yiyi found a chair from nowhere, climbed up, and painted the high places. After she finished painting, she thought for a moment, "How about we just trace the edges, fill in colors, and wait for the children to wake up and let them do it themselves?"
Paint it?"
Zhou Ze glanced at her, his hands kept moving, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Okay."
"What do you think I buy painting materials for them? I don't know if they will like it."
"Will they have time to draw?"
"There's no art teacher here either."
As soon as Wang Yi jumped down, he stepped back to look at Zhou Ze's painting, took the brush and the black paint can, climbed onto the chair again, raised his hand to trace the edge of the draft he had just made, "Say."
After saying only two words, she stopped what she had not finished, because she had already seen Zhou Ze's face sinking beyond all hope. He walked to her side expressionlessly, held on to the chair, and faced the king again.
Yi Yi stretched out his hand and said, "Come down."
Wang Yiyi has been immersed in her world, chattering about her own things, completely unaware of what happened or whether she said something wrong that caused Zhou Ze's attitude.
"What are you doing?" Wang Yi curled his lips, still confused, and their conversation was even more confusing.
Zhou Ze raised his hand, his attitude was so tough that it seemed unreasonable, and he repeated again: "Come down."
"What's wrong?" Wang Yiyi looked confused. Although he didn't understand why he was like this, he still came down.
It was rare to see him with a straight face and being so angry. She quickly recalled their conversation, and she didn't feel that she had done anything she shouldn't have done or said anything she shouldn't have said. She just felt that he was inexplicable.
"Wang Yiyi," Zhou Ze was so angry that he almost clenched his teeth, "You have thought of everyone and considered everything thoughtfully and properly. What about yourself? And me?"