When Lin Gengxin was in the Barce Museum of Contemporary Art, he didn't feel much better because he was doing a weather forecast. The weather forecast was really worth it. He was speechless in his heart, because the weather forecast he made was related to the characteristics of the sandstorm in the live broadcast room. The main purpose of his weather forecast was to remind everyone to take care of the environment.
Therefore, the main theme of this weather forecast was sandstorms and PM2.5. He felt very helpless because one thing he had to do now was to read the script given to him by the director. However, he couldn't read it easily because he had to follow the rhythm of the music, imitate the tone and style of the weather forecaster, and bear the influence of the dust.
That's right, when he was broadcasting, some people would sprinkle some dry powder on him, so he felt very helpless. This was completely imitating the real situation of the weather forecast. Because the weather forecast he was reading now was about sandstorms, he had to endure the sandstorms now, so he was very speechless in his heart.
"Everyone, please take protective measures. Before the sandstorm arrives, please take a few breaths of fresh air."
After reading the last sentence of the weather forecast, Lin Geng's heart was very happy because he could finally pass this task. One must know that this task was really too abnormal. If he just read it out loud, it would be fine, but he didn't expect to simulate a real situation, so he felt very helpless in his heart.
He felt that he was truly speechless today. He never thought that he would encounter such a speechless situation. As long as he thought about it, he felt helpless in his heart because he felt that this task was really too abnormal. Reading such an unreliable script is already very damaging to one's image.
At the same time, he was also attacked by the fans. He felt that it was not easy for him. He felt that no matter what, he had to find a cigarette in the future. He felt that he had sacrificed too much today, so he felt very helpless. He felt that he was speechless now, but he did not get any points. So he felt very helpless in his heart. He felt that he was about to collapse. If this script was true.
If this script was longer, he would probably not want to pass this task because this task was really too difficult. So he was very happy. When he knew that he passed the task, he was very happy. He looked at the staff in front of him happily and waited for the staff to take him to see the portrait. He was very happy, very excited, and very much looking forward to it.
Then, when he was about to complete the task, he came to this place. He saw that the staff in front of him was a temporary animation, so he felt very helpless. He asked the staff a question and found that the staff couldn't speak. He thought in his heart and felt very speechless. Why didn't the staff speak? His heart was occupied, and he felt very helpless in his heart. The recruitment staff searched behind him for a long time and finally found a note that was being broadcasted live and handed it to Lu Fei.
Lu Fei was very speechless in his heart. He saw that the staff was really dedicated. Because the animation didn't have a mouth and it didn't say that he could speak, so the staff couldn't speak. He thought in his heart and felt very helpless. It seemed that the staff was really dedicated, but he couldn't say much.
So he could only wait outside the door and wait for the person inside to finish the live broadcast before he could go in. He thought in his heart and felt very helpless in his heart. Anyway, he had a long time, so he didn't mind waiting a little longer. However, he didn't know where Luo Zhixiang went.
This naughty boy always made people speechless. He felt very helpless in his heart. When will this Luo Zhixiang be more mature and steady? He felt very helpless in his heart.
Finally, when the staff said that he could go in, Lu Fei was very happy in his heart. At this time, Lin Gengxin had already walked into the studio among them. There were portraits of the six of them in this studio. Behind each portrait was their own. Identity.
In other words, each of their identities was a new one pasted behind their portraits. He felt very conflicted in his heart. He didn't know which one he should choose because he really didn't know which clothes he should choose to complete his goal. So when he thought in his heart, he felt very speechless. He felt very helpless in his heart. Which one should he choose?
He felt very conflicted in his heart. Among the six people in front of him, which one should he choose to be right? This was really a difficult problem that tested one's luck! He thought in his heart, feeling very speechless in his heart. He didn't know if he could really choose the right one. He thought in his heart, feeling very conflicted in his heart.
Because he really didn't know what kind of luck he had, because he felt that his luck was very good one moment, and his luck was very bad the next moment. So Lin Gengxin felt very helpless in his heart. What should he do? He thought in his heart, feeling very helpless in his heart, but he already didn't know what to do in the end. Because he was really too conflicted, he was a person with a phobia of choice.
He thought in his heart, feeling very speechless in his heart. This move really made people with a phobia of choice collapse because there were really too many choices, and each choice might not be right, so it was really too difficult for people. He thought in his heart, feeling very speechless in his heart.
He didn't know what this director was thinking in the beginning. Every time he went out for a mission, Lin Gengxin felt very helpless in his heart. He thought in his heart, feeling very helpless in his heart. Which one should he choose? Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He felt that this idea of his was too clever.
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