Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 469 If these hands are destroyed, I don't know if I can still be a goddess.

It was almost noon when the group returned to the creation camp.

I happened to meet [-] students who stayed behind and went downstairs to have lunch.

The two waves of people met in the hall on the first floor.

The atmosphere is subtle.

The few people walking in the front greeted the students on the opposite side a few times. The students on the other side responded flatly, nodded perfunctorily, and left.

Back in the dormitory, everyone was relieved and lay on their beds, recalling the details of recording the theme song.

She touched her pocket, which contained the mini USB flash drive Qi Fei gave her.

Mobile phones are allowed in the creation camp, but computers are prohibited.

She had to find a time to ask the show crew to borrow a computer for use.

At this time, Fat Cat suddenly came to her bed and asked her a question mysteriously.

"Boss, are you the daughter of the Pei family?"

In an instant, except for Cai Xuan, the other four pairs of eyes in the room all shot at her.

Sang Nuan wanted to laugh a little.

"As far as I know, the three generations of the Pei family are all male, and there are no girls."

This is denial.

Various degrees of disappointment appeared on the faces of several people.

Cai Xuan in the corner glanced at her lightly, then lowered his head.

The fun of gossip is that the event has not been confirmed, and there is unlimited room for reverie.

Once the person involved speaks out, the gossip immediately loses its original charm.

"How could you not?"

Sang Nuan turned over and sat up, with a puzzled look on her face: "Why do I have to be that?"

Fat Cat wanted to ask again, but Sang Nuan had already left with his slippers on.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Digestion."

Sang Nuan came out of the bedroom and went straight downstairs.

In the dance hall downstairs, there are still many students practicing in it at this time.

The [-] people who participated in the recording of the theme song will get one day to rest.

The instructor didn't say what would happen to the [-] people left behind.

After the recording of the theme song is over, everyone will soon face another class division.

And this division is also the last division of the Creation Camp.

After the classification is over, there will be a [-] to [-] knockout round, which is also their first online performance in this draft.

Presented live.

Thinking about it, Sang Nuan came to the monitoring room on the first floor.

The director and the main creators are cooking dinner together.

Hearing that the door was pushed open with a bang, the assistant director's chopsticks were scared off.

Seeing that it was Sang Nuan, everyone laughed.

This is the golden pastry of their show, so he has to take care of him.

I heard that she came to borrow a computer.

Although it violated the regulations, the director still satisfied her.

But the requirement is that it can only be used in the monitoring room and cannot be taken out.

Sang Nuan first logged into her Weibo account and glanced at it.

After they passed the interview, the program team asked them to add the prefix of Creation Camp to their nicknames on their social accounts.

It seems that the popularity of the program group is doing well.

She even has [-] followers.

In the Chaohua community of Creation Camp, Qin Miao and Mo Lin are the most popular, and the third is a student who Sang Nuan has never spoken to.

It can be regarded as twice-cooked meat. It has been out of the channel for a long time and has a certain fan base.

She casually flipped through the posts under Chaohua, and the ones who praised Qin Miao were nothing more than the design of the wealthy daughter and the creation of the camp owner's plan, but it was a photo that attracted Sang Nuan's attention.

It's a picture of Qin Miao playing the piano.

In front of the black piano, Qin Miao was wearing a white dress, with her slender fingers lightly resting on the black and white keys.

The shooting angle was found very well, and the facial features of her face were perfectly captured.

It smells like a fairy.

A group of fans screamed under the post, saying that Qin Miao is a rare goddess in the world.

Sang Nuan curled her lower lip coldly, staring at her pair of white fingers, "If you destroy these hands, I don't know if you can still be a goddess."

(End of this chapter)