Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Chapter 1262 Eaten by You?

"Is there one last contestant who hasn't played yet?"

The host paused, then smiled and said:

"Have it?"

Knowing that he was on purpose, Shen Fanxing curled his lips into a sneer.

"Skip directly from 165 to 167, and you ate the 166 in the middle?"

The host's face froze suddenly. Even a child in school would feel ashamed of such remarks, let alone an adult who has been in society for many years being taught like this.

"What, is there still a need for comparison? The answer is already obvious, right?"

"Mr. Liang's work is obviously the finale work, right? Wouldn't it be self-defeating to suddenly insert another one at this time?"

"If you want me to compare, I won't be ashamed..."

"By the way, the person who spoke just now was Mr. Shen from Star International, right? Could it be that number 166 is Mr. Liang's brother?"

"What's wrong, brother? Do you think anyone else can compare to Mr. Liang's work today?"

"Star International is a little dangerous today..."

Hearing these remarks, the smile on Yuan Sichun's face deepened.

On the other hand, Bei Xi rolled his eyes, slowly stood up from his seat, looked down at Shen Fanxing, snorted, and said:

"It seems that you have great confidence in your makeup artist?"

Shen Fanxing sat there indifferently, "What do you want to say?"

Bei Xi frowned, subconsciously loathing Shen Fanxing's indifference and calmness.

"How about we make a bet? If you lose, you can kneel down and apologize to me for what you didn't apologize before. If the final champion is not Liang Chenyi, then Yuan Sichun and I will kneel down and admit defeat, how about it?"

As soon as Bei Xi's words came out, everyone in the venue gasped and whispered to each other, but they also looked forward to this sudden confrontation.

We all know about the open and secret struggle between Lehua Entertainment and Xingchen International, Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing, but now, someone directly concreted this struggle, and the obvious confrontation makes people feel passionate.

Whoever loses kneels down, this comparison is really simple and crude.

Although the punishment sounds low, it is indeed full of expectations.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Shen Fanxing's indifferent voice sounded not long after Bei Xi's voice fell.

"not so good."

"..." Everyone was disappointed.

Bei Xi frowned, looked down at Shen Fanxing, and sneered after a long time, "Why, are you afraid of losing to me?"

Shen Fanxing hooked his lips, and lazily raised his eyes to look at her.

"First of all, as a contestant, No. 166 has the right to display his own work."

"Secondly, I'm not interested in you kneeling down to me. I don't like this bet."

"Finally, isn't this kind of gambling boring?"

Bei Xi twitched the corners of her mouth, Shen Fanxing said a few words, but wanted to appear naive and unreasonable.

But did she misunderstand something, "But I'm very interested in the matter of you kneeling down to me. Shen Fanxing, you seem to have made a mistake. Now that this is the case, do you still think that your subordinates will win Liang Chenyi? "

Shen Fanxing just thought it was extremely ridiculous, "So you firmly believe that you win and you have to make such a bet, don't you think you're deceiving others too much?"

Shen Fanxing really couldn't understand the brain circuit of some people, just to achieve his own goal, he decided to punish the treaty unilaterally, don't you think it's too arbitrary?

What does it mean to take it for granted in the end?

Bei Xi was speechless by Shen Fanxing's words, "In the final analysis, you just dare not compare yourself to me! I thought you were a woman of kindness, but I didn't expect you to be a bluff."

Shen Fanxing smiled lightly, "Princess Beixi, who is useless in aggressive tactics."

Beixi's face turned completely cold after the trick was exposed.

"That's it! Let's make this bet! If Liang Chenyi wins the championship today, you kneel down and apologize to me. If he doesn't win the championship today, Yuan Sichun and I will kneel down and give in to you! Didn't you argue Does No. 166 appear? This is the condition! You have to agree if you agree, and you have to agree if you don’t agree!"

"..."

Shen Fanxing just felt extremely helpless, how could he meet such a messy person?

Seeing this, the host quickly said:

"Since that's the case, now we invite the model of contestant No. 166 to appear!"

Regarding the forced bet just now, everyone felt that Bei Xi was a bit deceitful, and it was obvious that she wanted to take revenge on the night of the engagement ceremony in a different way.

Now, seeing Zhao Zimo next to Liang Chenyi look like a unparalleled fairy in the world, even if they let them imagine, they can't imagine anyone else who can make a more beautiful bride look than the current Zhao Zimo.

It was calculated that Shen Fanxing would lose, so...

The lights on the stage dimmed suddenly, and Ou Ximing graciously embraced Zhao Zimo and stood on the edge of the runway, with a triumphant and sarcastic smile on his lips, completely ignoring the upcoming work inside.

He really had nothing to worry about.

This competition question was something he knew before the competition started.

When did I know, probably...

It was only after he knew the topic of the competition that he thought of using his marriage with Zhao Zimo to create a wave of hype.

He prepared for this competition ahead of everyone else. How could he not win the championship with his bridal makeup that was specially designed for Zhao Zimo after several months of careful planning?

Ou Ximing, including everyone present, was the product of impromptu play when they got the competition questions temporarily. How could they beat him?

Besides, Ou Ximing actually played tricks on him, lied about Lan Xianxian's condition, and wanted to catch him off guard, oh, what a trick.

"I don't know what kind of bridal look he will design?"

Zhao Zimo in her arms said softly, her brows were slightly frowned, and her face was a little worried.

"What, are you worried about him?"

Liang Chenyi's voice made Zhao Zimo smile slightly, and gave him a coquettish look, "What are you thinking? I'm afraid that he will affect your result of today's competition. Today means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

Liang Chenyi clenched his lips, "It seems that you still have a kind of mysterious trust in him, do you think it is possible for him to win me?"

Zhao Zimo shook her head and laughed, "It's my fault. Of course you are the best... This host is really good. Originally, you were the finale, but in this way, the finale became him..."

Liang Chenyi patted her on the shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, this year's champion must be me. Ou Ximing is actually pretty good as the finale, so the comparison is more profound and obvious, isn't it? Let him experience it well, what it means to take what you want Humiliation! Let him finally experience the taste of standing on the competition stage..."

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