MTL - Concealed and Blended: Fendai-Chapter 42

With eight eyes facing each other, a minute passed.

Finally one of the stone statues moved—Cheng Ping turned around and walked towards his door without looking sideways.

This movement seemed to trigger some kind of switch, the remaining three followed suit and went back to their respective rooms without making a sound.

The corridor in the early morning is quiet and peaceful.

In the next few days, Li Boxi had to take care of the production crew and prepare for the competition. He was busy every day, and he didn't have time to question the two people.

Elbert is still the same old way of rejecting others outside of shooting. On the set, he just prepared his lines silently, and he didn't see any interaction with Ma Koukou. Sometimes Li Boxi even suspected that it was really just a dream that night.

There was only one time when he was putting on makeup, and Albert sat upright, and suddenly asked a very stiff question: "Speaking of which, are you doing well here?"

Li Boxi: "..."

Two-thirds of the film has been shot, so you are right to ask.

This disastrous overture finally made him sure that that night was not a dream. The male **** is trying to throw an olive branch to Ma Koukou's natal family.

On the eve of the competition, Li Boxi set off for the airport and pulled the button to see him off: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Ma Kou Kou said shyly: "As you can see, when you two are competing against each other, I have finally picked 1 out of a thousand."

Li Boxi: "..."

Li Boxi still couldn't believe it: "How did you get such a high mountain flower?"

Ma Koukou: "You don't understand this, the older the flower is, the more afraid of waves. I just serve tea and water, touch fingers, hook calves, and quietly ask the holy monk if my daughter is beautiful..."

Li Boxi: "Yes, Ma Koukou. The holy monk has broken his precepts, so what do you ask him to do when he finishes his career and returns to China?"

Ma Kou was stunned: "Master, I didn't expect you to be quite old-fashioned. What kind of holy monk, I'm just talking about it, and there are waves of wild bees and butterflies there. It's nothing more than the crew is bored, looking for a temporary fun, Who would think about the future for someone like me?"

Li Boxi's face appeared in front of Albert's eyes, and he asked suspiciously: "Are you sure? Have you communicated with him in depth in your English?"

Ma Koukou: "... You should always take care of yourself, this is about to board the plane, is there any chance of winning?"

Li Boxi: "Don't worry."

Ma Koukou sent him to the gate of the airport, and shouted at his back: "Don't lose! If you lose, let's retire early!"

The next day, Cheng Ping took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast room during the filming break.

Due to the time difference, it was already night in China, and the live broadcast had just started, and the number of viewers was quite astonishing.

Maybe it's because of the drama that everyone loves to see, or because of the popularity of the two makeup artists.

[Oh oh oh, Miss Li, here I come! 】

[I'm sorry, Li Boxi in men's clothing! Have you seen it? I have not seen. 】

[Can you do it? Anyway, I can do it. 】

[Teacher Song! Teacher Song, please help me! 】

Cheng Ping stared at Li Boxi intently, trying to see his state clearly. Li Boxi wore a simple white shirt today, with a high ponytail, and didn't make any special styling. It seemed that he didn't bother to sell his appearance to cheat tickets—although the result seemed to be counterproductive.

Before Cheng Ping volunteered, blindly reported a few questions with his eyes closed, and asked him to improvise a few makeup looks on his face. Since the official title is unknown, the preparation stage is limited to looking for the feel.

Li Boxi performed well at the time, but they still had no idea how much chance they had in the face of other models.

The host of the sponsor is introducing the competition: "...It's actually a public welfare activity. Your votes will be converted into donations and sent to impoverished areas together with our cosmetics...Thank you two teachers for participating. Although it's called a competition, we We all know that there is no high or low in art, it is just a friendly exchange..."

Li Boxi and his junior looked at each other, and when they saw each other's eyes, they knew that there was no such thing as friendly communication, and it was enough to call it a sparring session.

The feud in the rivers and lakes, white in and red out.

With such a big momentum, whoever becomes the loser in this competition will have a lower reputation in the industry and even commercial value from then on.

Li Boxi didn't think he was being too aggressive, anyway, the other party didn't show mercy when he killed Ma Koukou. Deep down, they all knew that this day would come sooner or later.

At this moment, the host invites out a mysterious model—the new love of actor Zhang.

This new love has low qualifications, and most of the audience only find it familiar and can't name it. At first glance, the facial features are as pale as water, not to mention Li Boxi's appearance, even his juniors can't compare.

Xinhuan: "It's a great honor to work with the two teachers, and I'm looking forward to what I will become."

When he opened his mouth to say hello, Li Boxi began to understand why he overthrew Xiaoliu as the leading actor - that self-satisfied demeanor, which was neither humble nor overbearing, suddenly made that plain face a bit more advanced.

Temperament is a thing called metaphysics.

The host flashed the computer screen: "The main event is coming, let's look at the topic! We have prepared a lot of phrases in advance, and now we are starting to play them randomly at high speed. When I press pause, the phrases on the screen are today's topic. The two Who is the teacher to stop?"

The younger brother said generously: "I don't care, brother, please."

Li Boxi stepped forward and glanced at the camera intentionally or unintentionally. He knew Cheng Ping was watching the live broadcast.

"-stop."

The host presses the pause button.

Four large characters appeared on the screen: The highest kindness is like water.

Cheng Ping recalled the makeup that Li Boxi had practiced in the past few days, but none of them could be applied.

The word "Supreme Goodness is like Water" is too abstract. Although it can be understood simply and crudely as "related to water", the specific image is still very vague. This topic is the same as the "I" that stumped Li Baixi back then, and it belongs to the category of creative makeup.

There is no clear explanation and no more detailed requirements.

The two makeup artists began to ponder.

The barrage began to point the country.

【How should water behave? Gotta use cool tones. 】

[The blue series is quite difficult. I have seen many car accident scenes, and I accidentally turned into a monster...]

[Using colors is our teacher Song's forte! 】

The host waited for a while and asked, "There is only one model, who will come first?"

Li Boxi: "Then let the younger brother invite you first this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the corners of his junior brother's mouth curl up a bit, as if he was trying to succeed.

Junior brother: "Then I'll give it a try." Saying that, he sat down in front of the stage, opened the toolbox, and calmly put on the makeup for the new lover.

The younger brother has indeed already planned to take the lead. Because he knows Li Boxi too well.

Li Boxi doesn't have a set formula for makeup, but one thing is for sure: the colors are usually not as bright as his. What's more, Xinhuan's facial features are weak, and Li Boxi has always advocated fitting models, so there is almost no suspense about what style she will choose.

In this competition, real-time voting is used to judge the high and low, and those who cater to the public's aesthetics will win. After experiencing the visual impact of his highly saturated colors, the audience will have a different first impression when they look at Li Boxi's.

The younger brother dipped the brush tip into the eyeshadow provided by the brand, and the first stroke fell on Xinhuan's eyelids, leaving a touch of pure blue like a bird's feather.

[Oh my eyes! It's just different for this expert. If I paint this color in one stroke, I will wash it off immediately and start over. 】

[Teacher Song has always been in this style, his colors are very bold]

[The area is too large, is it out of the frame? Peking opera face warning, blue-faced Dou Erdun! Steal the royal horse! 】

【Hahahahahahahaha, there is poison ahead】

The barrage smiled and stopped laughing. Because the color used by the younger brother is gradually spread out, the blue changes delicately from dark to light, and there is really a feeling of rippling water.

Right now, a small area of ​​orange is used, but this contrasting color makes the blue tone cooler, like the clear waves of the summer.

The younger brother has been playing with color for so many years, and he hasn't exhausted his talents, but his perception has continued to improve. A layman can only see that the smudging is delicate, but those who know a little bit have discovered that the deep and light colors have also reshaped the eyebrows of the model.

After he finished applying his iconic eyebrows, Xinhuan raised his head again, and only the voice of amazement remained in the barrage.

[Handsome guy who are you? 】

【Is there such a person just now? 】

Host: "Please ask our model to come to the camera so that everyone can see it more clearly."

Xinhuan turned the angle left and right, showing the audience all-round makeup, and generously fired a shot at the camera.

[I am convinced. Sure enough, there are no ugly men in the world, only lazy men...]

[Is this face what I lack? No, what I lack is the master's hand! 】

Cheng Ping didn't look at Xinhuan at all, but stared at Li Boxi who was squeezed into the corner of the camera.

Li Boxi watched the whole process quietly just now, but his eyes were loose, and he seemed to be not that interested in the work process of his junior.

There was no emotion on his face, Cheng Ping couldn't guess whether he had already had an idea at this moment, or it was back to the past, his mind was blank.