"This is not possible..." 6 Fancheng glanced at Murong Jinyan, obviously having the same feeling as Tang Buhuai, "This... this makes the Lieutenant General obviously more conspicuous."

Tang Buhua frowned, bent over, and used his hand to search the props. Finally, he found a few beards and put them on Murong Jinyan's face, "Well, this looks good."

She took out her eyebrow pencil, "Brother Jinyan, lower your head!"

Murong Jinyan bent down a little longer and approached her little face. Tang Buhua carefully drew a few faint wrinkles on the corner of Murong Jinyan's eyes, then drew a more conspicuous tear mole on the corner of his eyes, and finally took a more rustic fisherman's hat and put it on his head.

"The mission is done!" Tang Buhua stood still, took a few steps back, and looked at Murong Jinyan, who was dressed up by him, with satisfaction.

6 Fancheng looked carefully and had to admire Tang Buhuai, who was indeed a talent for designers. In this way, it was actually very difficult to change a person's appearance without using makeup.

So Tang Buhua chose to change the focus of others' attention and Murong Jinyan's age.

If he looks thirty years old, others probably wouldn't think about Murong Jinyan, there is a tear mole in the corner of his eyes... and then the memory points of others will basically be here.

When Murong Jinyan walked out of the prop room with him, Murong Jinyan had completely changed his appearance.

"No. 1 to 1oo, please enter venue No. 1." A notice was issued on the broadcast.

Tang Buhua glanced at his number plate. Because she added it temporarily, the number was ranked behind the comparison, number 1o32.

"That's how you count, you should have entered the No. 10 or the No. 11 venue." 6 Fancheng said.

"Well... wait." Tang Buhua was still a little nervous and just responded in a low voice.

Sure enough, I finally reported to No. 1o4o.

People from 1oo1 to 1o4o were naturally assigned to the 11th venue. The 11th venue was considered an extra piece, so it seemed a little crowded. Forty people stood together and lined up. The staff outside the door were waiting for them to walk past them one by one, help them swipe their cards and determine their identities.

"Tang Buhuai." Tang Buhuai's name is very special. Most of the time, as long as you see her name once, it will be hard to forget.

The staff member chuckled and turned to look at Tang Buhuai: "No. 1o32...ah...your hand?!"

Tang Buhua nodded quickly: "It's okay, I mainly want to convey my design concept, I have an assistant."

"Assistant? There will be scores for the hands-on part in today's competition, and it is not possible for you to use the assistant." The staff member said to Tang Buhua seriously.

"It's okay, I can't want that score, but... at least please let me play the audition competition." Perhaps it was because Tang Buhuai looked like a cute person who was harmless, or because her sincere appearance touched the staff, the other party nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you can go in. Then say to the scoring teacher," the staff said, and wrote another temporary work card, which made Murong Jinyan behind Tang Buhuai hang, "so that he can go in."
Chapter completed!