Dressed As the President’s First Love - Chapter 146

“Okay, all the luggage is here.”

The lighting engineers, photographers, and all the behind-the-scenes personnel of the program group were all huddled together and sat next to each other. Ning PD, who was the only one to leave the country, wore large sunglasses and walked around for inspections.

I knew the nature of the show a long time ago. Most of the luggage of these ten people was stuffed mountaineering bags. At first glance, except for a pink backpack, they weren’t particularly eye-catching.

Ning PD was the first to pick out the pink bag:

“Whose is this?”

Bei Bei reached out tremblingly:

“mine.”

“OK, just start with yours.”

Tang Mi retracted his gaze.

Sure enough, it was the same as she thought.

Bei Bei is very smart and good at seizing every opportunity.

After signing the contract, the program team submitted a “Notes for Participation” to each artist participating in the variety show. The planning book was clearly written. On the evening of the first day, the program team will arrange a “backpack search” link— —

It can not only avoid finding out too sensitive and personal things and offending the artist; but also can make the recording of variety shows later, increase the interest.

So, those sighs just now were all acting in front of the camera, and they knew each other well.

Most people chose gray, turquoise, and relatively conservative camouflage hiking bags. The small ones are afraid of making mistakes, but the big ones don’t matter. Only Beibei chose pink in a unique way. There is also a small HelloKitty printed on the front of the backpack— —

It’s just right to be the first one.

This at least shows that the variety show originally belonged to Beibei’s single-player shot, and it was already hard-wired.

The things in the backpack were taken out in the same way.

Just like her idol set, the ones that come out are full of little girls’ personal touches, such as power bank, earphone cable, emergency cosmetic bag, wet wipes, OK stretch…

Everything is exquisite and cute, although it is not practical, it may resonate with girls, but it is also controversial: it can please her otaku fans.

It can’t be too wonderful.

“Power bank, you can’t ask for it.”

“Headphone cord, tablet, wipes, oil-absorbent tissue, what is this?”

“Beauty Instrument.”

“You can’t bring them all.”

A staff member carried a large eco-friendly bag and followed the producer with stuff. These rejected items were temporarily taken care of by the program team and returned to the artist after the recording.

The first backpack was more than half empty in Beibei’s wailing.

Tang Mi’s was the third one to be selected. She did her homework beforehand. Except for personal toiletries, there is only a small cosmetic bag. Most of them are tools: anti-mosquito patch, warm patch, disposable Headgear, knife, flashlight, compass, protective gloves…

Ning PD nodded in satisfaction:

“Xiao Tang has prepared everything.”

“However, I can’t ask for this.”

He took out the disposable braising beaker from his backpack, “What we are going to live is the primitive life, remember.”

Tang Mi: “…”

“Brother Ning, the primitive people still put on lipstick?”

The producer was choked by her and stared at her speechlessly. The show needs these artists to leave the country, and they can’t really make no makeup, so the cosmetic bags are all let go with one eye and one eye closed.

He waved his hand: “Go on.”

Tang Mi just grinned and stopped.

Men’s backpacks are so diverse.

The artists simply racked their brains in order to win a few separate shots, all kinds of novel little things appeared, and Ning PD turned his face and ruthlessly rejected them.

Among them, the most special one belongs to Cheng Hao.

All celebrities, even male celebrities, would bring some basic makeup tools, foundation and shadows, in order to look good on the mirror, even Li Jinjin brought a bottle of sunscreen spray, but he, a backpack tool, and even a facial cleanser All owe…

Oh, except for the razor.

Ning PD walked around him strangely:

“Cheng, ah no, Xiao Cheng, you haven’t painted anything on your face?”

He motioned to Cheng Hao to take a close-up photo.

The photographer looked at the face of the sky in the camera, and felt ashamed of himself.

Look, the real eyelashes look like fake eyelashes. The skin is white and thin. It’s better than the layer after layer of Beidou over there. Not to mention the acne, the whole face is free of blemishes.

But the facial features are very deep, not at all girly, sitting so casually, it also reveals a cold and precious fan.

Cheng Zhinan, who has always lived a rough life, always thought that only women need to wipe those bottles and jars on their faces. He is still wondering when he sees a pile of cosmetics picked out from the bag.

His wonder was manifested in a deep glance at Chaobo River.

Boxi was depressed by him.

Tang Mi laughed.

Maybe the show party was interested, the topic was directed to her, Ning PD beckoned:

“Xiao Tang, let’s talk about it. Did Xiao Cheng forget to bring it, or is it really useless?”

Tang Mi did not evade, but was generous:

“As far as I know, Cheng Hao never uses these things. He doesn’t even use Dabao.”

Bebe said “Wow”:

“I wanted to ask, Brother Cheng’s maintenance tutorial…”

Cheng Hao, the person involved, did not speak at all.

Only when Tang Mi speaks, the cold temperament will disappear so little.

After being eliminated for one round, everyone’s backpacks were all deflated.

Director Qin took everyone to the campfire camp not far away. The staff scattered around. There were long tables staggered nearby, with wine on the tables, and straw futons scattered irregularly on the ground.

It can be seen that the program team has been very careful.

“Ten o’clock, ten o’clock at the latest, back to the dock.”

Director Qin compared a number. At this time, the camera lens was turned off, and the artist unanimously relaxed.

Tang Mi rubbed her shoulders and kept her back straight, keeping her demeanor, a little tired.

Bebe jumped to her side:

“Sister Tang, sign me, I love you so much!”

Her eyes were gleaming, it was as if she had seen an idol, and she was holding a pen from an unknown source in her hand, asking Tang Mi to sign on her clothes.

Tang Mi didn’t hate her being careful, and smiled and signed it for her.

Song Feifei squinted her chin:

“It seems that Xiao Tang is very popular among young people.”

“That is.” Among these people, Li Jinjin, who has been in the swimming pool of the national team all the year round, is obviously a silly big hi. “Even our captain likes Goddess Tang.”

Team, captain?

To be liked by the captain of the national team, Don Miton feels Alexander.

Director Qin and the staff were playing in a nearby bonfire. Someone had brought in the audio kit, and the noise grew louder. A staff member performed a tap dance.

Bei Bei looked at it enviously:

“It’s not good to watch it this way, why don’t you come and have fun together?”

“What a fun way?”

Several young people followed suit.

Song Feifei hurriedly waved:

“I’ll drink, you young people play.”

“Sister Song–” Bei Bei twisted her sugar to her side, “Where are you old? Tang, don’t you think?”

Tang Mi actually doesn’t like others calling her sister.

But Beibei debuted early, according to the data, it is about twenty-two now? Calling sister, it should be.

“Yeah, Sister Song, it’s all out, don’t worry, the camera is off anyway.”

The cell phone is not around either.

Song Feifei thought about it, and in the next half a month, she will be with this group of young people. It’s too difficult to blend in.

She put her glass down:

“Sure, play