The other trainees assumed Cheng Yu was managing his figure to look good on camera. After agonizing over it for a while, they silently switched to bland vegetables as well.
After a tasteless lunch, Zhu Jianxin and another agent went to meet the program director. The trainees, meanwhile, were led by staff to the makeup room. It was a shared makeup room, packed with filming crew members, makeup artists, and trainees from all over. The atmosphere was busy and slightly noisy.
Many of the trainees had never seen a scene like this before and became somewhat restrained, afraid of getting in anyone's way. They obediently lined up against the wall, waiting for the makeup artists to call them by number.
Only Cheng Yu made a round of the makeup stations. In the end, he picked the most skilled makeup artist, then turned back and called to Ling Yi, "Bring me my bag."
Ling Yi, who was in charge of carrying Cheng Yu's bag, hurried over. Cheng Yu had him take two boxed makeup sets out of the backpack and place them in front of the makeup station.
"My skin is very prone to allergies. Could I trouble you, miss, to use my own cosmetics to do our makeup?" Whenever Cheng Yu lowered his stance, he became utterly captivating, his eyes tender and his manner effortlessly charming. He did not even need to make an expression. All he had to do was lower his gaze slightly and look intently at someone, and they would naturally feel as though they mattered to him. Ling Yi stared in shock, as if he no longer recognized the person before him.
The makeup artist looked at Cheng Yu in surprise. "What did you call me?"
"Miss," Cheng Yu repeated. The word seemed to turn into