The publicity event for “Moon As Frost” had already been announced on Weibo. As it was a publicity for the school, only university students in Beijing could participate.
However, Yan Ci and Xia Wanyuan’s appeal was too strong. The promotional event began at seven o’clock. At six o’clock, there was already a sea of people in front of the big art building.
Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, a loud sound suddenly came from not far away.
“Damn, there are so many people.” Mu Feng held the steering wheel with one hand and looked up. He gradually slowed down.
The originally crowded road forcefully made way for him.
As the crowd gradually retreated, the people standing behind saw the arrogant person driving the sports car.
The sports car slowly drove in. The man in the car had silver hair. His androgynous face revealed a few different charms in the evening sun. His nose was straight and his lips were bright. Occasionally, he would look up with a lazy and impatient look in his eyes.
Only when Mu Feng parked the car and entered the hall did the crowd suddenly scream.
“Ahhh, he’s so handsome!! Is he a celebrity!!”
“This is the famous Ghost Hand Mu Feng in the entertainment industry. Don’t you know him? He’s Xia Wanyuan’s special makeup artist. I heard that he has a strange temper.”
“Who cares if he has a strange temper? As long as he’s good-looking! I think he’s even more handsome than many celebrities!”
Everyone’s discussion was left behind by Mu Feng. He strode backstage and raised his silver hair.
“Why do you still have to work at night? Can your production team abide by the labor law?” Mu Feng’s eyes were filled with impatience, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were still filled with sleepiness.
At this time, when he should have been preparing to start his nightlife and the lights were already waving at him, who would have thought that he would be called to this damn place for makeup by Xia Wanyuan?
He hated scholars the most in his life. It was fine if it was just Xia Wanyuan. After all, she was good-looking. He really felt uncomfortable coming to a place filled with scholars.
“It’ll only take you half an hour.” The people beside him knew that Mu Feng had a strange temper and had long avoided him. Xia Wanyuan was not afraid and comforted Mu Feng. “You’ve worked hard.”
“This is considered overtime. It’ll cost three times my salary.” Mu Feng took a tool from the side and helped Xia Wanyuan put on her makeup.
“No problem.” Xia Wanyuan smiled and shook off the flowing light.
Mu Feng glanced at her. Forget it. Since there was a beauty smiling, I would work overtime.
When Mu Feng was working, he was not as impatient as he usually was. He was very serious and efficient. Soon, Xia Wanyuan’s makeup was done.
The other actors silently glanced at Xia Wanyuan’s beautiful face, then silently looked at their own faces, and finally at the makeup artist standing beside them.
Why is the difference between people so big?!
“Are you done? Missy? Can I leave now?” Mu Feng looked at the time. It was time for the meal.
“Bye, thank you.” Xia Wanyuan looked at herself in the mirror in satisfaction.
“Remember to pay three times my salary. Goodbye.” Mu Feng picked up the windbreaker beside him, put it on as he walked, and strode out of the backstage.
In school, before 12 o’clock, it was extremely crowded everywhere. Mu Feng was used to driving at high speed. He was so angry that he stopped every three steps in the crowd.
After finally seizing an opportunity to miss a large wave of people, Mu Feng turned the car into a small road on the side.
However, after walking for a while, he realized that he was lost.
“F*ck! As expected, I shouldn’t have come to this lousy school!” Mu Feng slammed on the brakes. “I was born to clash with these places!”
Ever since he was young, Mu Feng had hated school and books. Ever since he became an adult, Mu Feng had avoided these places. Every time he passed by the school, he wanted to stay eight hundred miles away.
Mu Feng was an expert in the racing arena. He was the champion of the 400-speed race, but that was only limited to the competition.
Once he returned to the city, especially the school’s winding roads, it was a nightmare for a top-notch racer like Mu Feng.
He could never understand why they could make seven or eight small paths in a short three hundred meters. What were they doing? Walking through a maze?
A certain map was useless. Mu Feng circled around for a long time but could not find anything.
“What rubbish road? Is it for humans?” Mu Feng was furious that he had failed to break out of the encirclement again. He wanted to go to a place with people to ask a student, but he did not expect a strand of silver hair to be wrapped around the seat behind his head.
He moved and was instantly pulled. “Hiss.” Mu Feng gasped.
I have to ask Xia Wanyuan for ten times my salary today.
Mu Feng tried to pull it apart but could not. He could not see what was going on behind. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, Brother Mu, why aren’t you here yet?! We’re waiting for you here!” The music on the phone was deafening.
“Come to Qing University. I’ll reserve a spot for you. Hurry up and bring a pair of scissors.” Mu Feng was extremely frustrated. Today was really a bad day.
“Huh? Why do you need scissors? Qing University? Brother Mu, are you joking? Don’t you hate that place the most? Last time, I introduced you to a beauty in Qing University.”
“Stop arguing and get over here.” Mu Feng interrupted the other party. “I’ll send you a WeChat message.” Then, he hung up.
“Next time, even if you give me a hundred times my salary, I won’t come to this lousy place anymore.” Since he couldn’t pull his hair apart, Mu Feng couldn’t be bothered to struggle. He simply lay on the seat and looked at the stars.
“Sir, are you lost?”
Suddenly, a gentle and clear voice came from behind. Mu Feng inexplicably felt that a cluster of orchids had bloomed around him with a fragrance.
Mu Feng turned his head. His entangled hair restricted his movements, so Mu Feng could only give up. “My hair is entangled.”
“Wait a moment, I’ll go back and get a pair of scissors.” After saying this, the gentle female voice disappeared. If not for the gradually fading footsteps, Mu Feng would have suspected that he had bumped into the female ghosts in the chat house.
Not long after, the footsteps returned.
“Hello, sir. Where are you entangled? Let me help you remove it.” This time, the woman walked in front of Mu Feng. Her gentle voice had a hint of coolness, and there was a dark orchid fragrance in her movements.
Mu Feng turned around and was stunned.
A woman in a cheongsam was holding a flowing cloud hairpin. Her dark eyebrows were light, and her eyes flickered as if they were filled with the rain of the entire Jiangnan. She had a polite and distant smile on her face. She stood as straight as pine bamboo and crossed her hands naturally in front of her.
It was as beautiful as a painting, a painting that had walked out of ancient times.
Mu Feng felt that she was so beautiful that she did not look human, but his lack of literary skills and the short circuit in his brain made him blurt out,
“Nie Xiaoqian??”
