The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

The recording officially started at six o'clock, and An Chen was already there at about half past six, and it is now eight thirty.

Their progress is not very fast, each group of trainees takes an average of ten minutes, and now more than ten groups of trainees have just passed.

The milk Ji Xuan gave was still in his pocket. While waiting for the next group of trainees to come on stage, An Chen took out the milk and took a sip. The warm milk relieved the stomach pain a bit.

An Chen felt that he might really have a fever, and the temperature was gradually rising. He rubbed his temples, and then continued to watch the next group's performance.

The level of the stage debut of the trainees is uneven. So far, in the more than ten groups, there is only one person whose evaluation is the first level.

Although I sit all the time, it takes a lot of energy, and to be honest, the things I watch are boring.

They have to watch all the stage debuts of all the trainees today, and make corresponding grade evaluations. Judging from the current situation, they may have to stay up all night again.

The trainees behind have also been working for nearly three hours, and their activity is not as high as it was at the beginning. Jun Hao and Zhou Jun are enlivening the atmosphere and making the scene lively.

Zhou Jun improvised a rap, Jun Hao was helping him beat the rhythm, and An Chen sat there watching quietly.

She doesn't want to move now, Ji Xuan has already bought the porridge and put it in the incubator to keep it warm.

He has been standing on the side of the stage, looking at An Chen's situation. The director is already very tired looking at the trainees on the scene, and several instructors are also a little tired. The recording resumes after a 15-minute break.

After the rest began, the trainees all stood up and moved around. After sitting for so long, their bodies were already stiff.

An Chen lay on the table in front of her. She was really sleepy. Ji Xuan saw that An Chen was not moving, and couldn't go out directly. He happened to see Li Weize looking in this direction, so he made a gesture and pointed to An Chen. Chen.

Li Weize is also a smart person, he understood what Ji Xuan meant, so he walked behind An Chen and patted her on the shoulder.

"Huh? What's the matter?" An Chen exposed half of his head from his arms, and then looked at Li Weize.

"Brother Ji Xuan is calling you." Li Weize and An Chen said.

The mentors present were actually older than Ji Xuan, but they all called Brother Ji Xuan together with their managers.

An Chen glanced to the side of the stage, and Ji Xuan really stood there to greet him.

"Thank you." An Chen thanked Li Weize, then got up to look for Ji Xuan.

"Why are you going?" Jun Hao stood at the corner of the table and didn't hear what they just said.

"I'll go find Brother Jixuan." An Ci replied, and then walked over there.

"What's wrong?" An Chen asked in confusion. Ji Xuan didn't speak, just touched An Chen's forehead, then found a thermometer from the medicine bag the director handed over to An Chen.

Ji Xuan turned around and took out the porridge she bought, "Hurry up and drink some, to save you from stomach pain and hypoglycemia for a while."

"I'm sleepy." An Chen acted like a baby to Ji Xuan.

"You sit there, I'll feed you." Ji Xuan smiled helplessly.

Opening the lid of the porridge, Ji Xuan was feeding An Chen spoon by spoon, "You have to ask for a raise, Ji Xuan." The director joked.

"Did you hear that, a salary increase." Ji Xuan looked at An Chen.

"Brother Jixuan, recognize the reality, you don't have a salary." An Chen told the truth.

"Ah, I forgot, I really don't seem to have a salary." Ji Xuan laughed loudly, and then continued to feed An Chen the porridge.

If you can't appreciate what others regard as treasure, you should keep silent.