Demon King: "..." God is so fucking the east wind breaks.

He was caught off guard and showed his loving face, and he hugged his own rustic love words and left silently.

Lang Qiao was drowsy all the way. After arriving at the studio, he looked like a puppet, asking him to raise his arms and stretch his legs.

There are two sets of makeup photos they are going to take today, one is a team uniform photo and the other is a Cos photo.

The main purpose of the team uniform photos is to be displayed on the court, and there is not much room for performance.

Almost all of you here are straight men with no experience in taking photos. You can pull your collar, put your pockets in your pockets, and just pose a few positions and then fool them.

Until Ji Shaoyi came on the court...

The GNM team uniform is a very regular red and white sports style. It is worn on Ji Shaoyi but it is not rustic at all.

He stood in front of the camera with his long legs, and with a 'sharp' he pulled off the zipper of his coat, revealing the white T and delicate collarbone inside.

Then he raised his head slightly, his hands covering his forehead with clear joints like a sunshade, and an extraordinarily artificial makeup photo was produced.

His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and his eyes were deep. His eyes were filled with a sensual look when he looked at the camera, which made the photographer breathe a little, and he shouted on the spot: "Okay!"

She has worked with major professional teams for many years, and this is the first time she has seen such a camera player.

She was about to take two more pictures when she heard Zheng Hang tut and said, "What's the good thing? If you put such an ecstasy photo on the field, will you really not be mosaiced?"

"It's easy to say." When Ji Shaoyi heard the photos he had made, he might not have missed the review, so he immediately zipped his coat and honestly raised his fists at Zheng Hang and said, "Then I'll give you the entire ascetic system?"

Then he stretched his hand into his pocket and took out a pair of gold-edged flat glasses. He skillfully moved to the bridge of his nose, raised his middle finger and pushed the frame.

With a 'click', the screen freezes.

Ji Shaoyi's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, his lips curled slightly, and his flat glasses reflected strange light under the light filling lamp, making him look like a gentle scum who could kill countless people while talking and laughing.

Heavy murderous intent.

Seeing Zheng Hang's spine chills, he reaches out and hugs the Demon King's arm, and trembles, "This is like a perverted murderer, isn't it even more difficult to get through the trial?"

"What do you think you should do?" Ji Shao took his backpack with one hand and poured out all the photo props he had prepared in advance, such as roses, tattoo stickers, newspapers, books, milk tea cups, etc.

There were even handcuffs and whips.

Zheng Hang was so stupid that he saw it. Is this the world of exquisite boys?

Ji Shaoyi looked at him like a rustic bull, "If you want any style, just say, I have 365 props, I have the style you want."

Zheng Hang: "..." God's fucking 365 kinds of props. Before you started a career, did you run a studio at home?

Under Zheng Hang's rustic look, Ji Shaoyi shot several sets of photos in a pretentious manner, and the more he patted his face, the ugly he looked.

"Forget it." Zheng Hang sighed tiredly and said with a sad and angry look: "This person clearly has a face that cannot be judged!"

Gatlin nodded in agreement: "The air seemed to smell when he appeared."

Waiting for me, I looked worried: "Then can he still play?"

I was suspended because of my face that looked too sexy... It seemed a bit sexy.

"Don't worry about him." Zheng Hangdao: "At worst, I can put mosaics on him from head to toe."

I silently thought about the scene where everyone is human, and only Ji Shaoyi is a walking mosaic...

Well, it seems to be even more sexy.

Ji Shaoyi was let go, but the Demon King sneered coldly and said unconvincedly: "Why is his photo so handsome? Our posture is so rustic? I want to retake it!"

Before Zheng Hang could agree, he stood in front of the camera, stretched his hands with clear joints in front of the camera, and slowly tightened them.

After the screen was frozen, he did not forget to say to the photographer: "Please help me apply a magic special effect, thank you."

The second demon king, cast spells online.

Seeing that the photos of them were more handsome than the other, Gatlin couldn't sit still. He ran to the camera in three or two steps, horizontally facing his left hand to his chest, vertically up his right hand, and then put his elbow on his left hand, and compared all the moves that Ultraman would use when fighting monsters: Ultralight.

After that, he did not forget to say to the photographer: "Remember to give me a Biubibiu light wave special effect!"

When I saw that my teammates were all starting to get second place, we couldn't fall down. He stomped his horse and compared the Turtle Sect Qigong gesture to the camera. Finally, he bowed to the photographer politely and said, "Special effects, thank you."

Zheng Hang was so angry that his temples were thrust by the scattered scene. He took a deep breath, closed his hands, and silently recited the "Great Compassion Mantra" as soon as he closed his eyes.

Since he can't stop it, he will join directly!

Finally, he did not forget to instruct: "Please put a circle of holy light behind my head and write a few big words."

Photographer: "What word?"

Zheng Hang: "I will not pass the criticism of my Buddha."

Photographer: “…”

Lang Qiao leaned on the sofa and was sleeping soundly, but Ji Shaoyi shook it gently twice.

"Baby, get up and take pictures."

Lang Qiao opened her eyes in a daze and saw her teammates in front of the camera, both Ultralight and Turtle School Qigong. The scene was as if it were a comic exhibition scene at one time.

She blinked her big confused eyes when she woke up, stared at them in a daze for a while, and asked Ji Shaoyi with a confused look on her face: "What are they doing?"

"I'm going to compare who's taking photos." Ji Shaoyi pinched her cheeks, and the corners of his lips curled up blackly, "You can't embarrass me."

As soon as these words came out, Lang Qiao's thought of not wanting to participate suddenly dissipated, and the flame in his heart, called "desire for victory and defeat", suddenly started to burn.

A true strong man can't even lose the second-year game!

"How is that possible?" She sneered, tidied her hair that was sleeping messily, and walked straight towards the camera with unrecognizable steps.

The red and white uniform is already generous, and it looks even looser when worn by her thin body, like a child who has stolen adult clothes.

While recalling the second-year high school he had watched in those years, Lang Qiao stood in front of the camera with murderous intent. The cold air on his face made the cameraman shudder.

"Accurate, are you ready?" the photographer asked in a trembling voice.
Chapter completed!