The large room was so quiet that even the girls who were experimenting with dance moves in their costumes stopped, and they couldn't hear even the slightest sound of their clothes rubbing against the ground.

Without waiting for Shen Fanyin to react, Su Xingmu sneered first.

"Which company did you send from?" Su Xingmu squinted and stared at Nie Bao'er.

Without waiting for Nie Bao'er to answer, Shen Fanyin first turned her head and shook her head at Su Xingmu: "Mr. Su, I'll just deal with it, it's just a little personal grudge."

Su Xingmu was slightly stunned, and immediately smiled.

She made a "please" gesture towards Shen Fanyin, and the meaning was obvious - whatever you want to clean her up, if her company is annoyed, Xing Rui will bear it.

Su Xingmu initially chose to cooperate with Shen Fanyin, just because this girl brought capital into the group, and later signed a modeling consultant contract, it was only because she took a fancy to Shen Fanyin's talent and the resources behind her, adhering to the mentality that even if she couldn't create benefits for Xingrui, she couldn't give her to her opponents.

But the more they get along, the more Su Xingmu likes this girl.

By now, the two are more like friends, even though they are more than a decade apart.

Shen Fanyin smiled at Su Xingmu, and when he turned his head, he glanced at Jing Zeheng, and the meaning was very clear: You also shut up.

Jing Zeheng: "......"

She didn't even explain it to herself.

Mr. Jing frowned slightly, picked up her milk tea and took a sip.

Shen Fanyin finally looked at Nie Bao'er, she looked her from top to bottom, and said in a flat tone, "Your hip bones are relatively narrow and you don't have a waistline, so it's not suitable for showing your waist. Thick thighs and slightly valgus calf muscles are not suitable for bare legs."

"And your body skin is very rough, dancing will sweat, and the possibility of wearing foundation all over your body is not high, but it is easy to expose your shortcomings."

Shen Fanyin's tone was very calm, not at all like a quarrel, and he had a straightforward attitude of stating the facts.

That's it...... It's like a poisoned knife, and it's really not listening.

Shen Fanyin didn't speak when he was matching other people's styles.

In fact, each of them has more or less physical flaws, after all, they are only trainees and do not have the ability to spend a lot of money on body management and correction.

She didn't say it, she was just worried that it would affect their mentality to face the finals, and she didn't want to make them worry about it with something that couldn't be changed in the short term.

It's just Nie Bao'er, she sent it to the door herself, and it's not appropriate for her not to say it.

The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth pursed into a smile, and he continued: "If you really want to show your flesh, I'll change it for you, as long as the broadcast allows, you can wear a bikini if you want, what does it have to do with me?"

"You, you ......"

Nie Bao'er really cried this time.

Shen Fanyin criticized her figure as worthless in front of so many people, this is not intentional, she doesn't believe it!

Shen Fanyin raised his hand on the back of his neck, moved his neck slightly, and said lightly: "Actually, if you don't look for thorns, I don't want to say these words, I don't want to affect the mood of any of you in the game."

"But you misunderstood me so much, I can't be the wrongdoer."

She smiled, smiling like a little devil holding a black fork.

Shen Fanyin put down the purple tracksuit and walked past Nie Bao'er towards Jing Zeheng.

After taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Nie Bao'er, I haven't congratulated you yet."

Nie Bao'er's shoulders trembled violently, and she subconsciously asked, "Congratulations to me? Would you be that kind?"

"Of course, I've always been kind."

Shen Fanyin tilted her head slightly and looked at her with a smile: "Congratulations, your body is recovering really well, I can't tell at all that you still need a kidney transplant a few months ago."

She smiled, and the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Nie Bao'er was stabbed by the chill in her eyes, and she subconsciously took a step back, wanting to distance herself from Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin took in her reaction, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more intense.

She turned her head, her long hair stretching out in an elegant arc behind her.

"Mr. Su, this Nie Bao'er has her own ideas, she can wear whatever she wants, what do you think?" Shen Fanyin said as he walked.

Su Xingmu stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said indifferently, "Of course, what does it matter to someone who is shameless to her face?"

After speaking, she glanced at the stunned girls on the side, and her voice was slightly cold: "You are the same, if you don't want to wear, just say it, don't look like someone is forcing you to beg you."

"No, no, no......"

"Mr. Su, we don't think so......

"It's too late for us to be happy, Teacher Shen, don't be angry, what she thinks doesn't represent our attitude."

They just had a fight, and no one was convinced, but now that they have the opportunity to fall into the ground, no one will let go.

Nie Bao'er stood in place, she stared at Shen Fanyin's back, biting her lower lip stubbornly.

Shen Fanyin didn't look back, nor did she say anything to the others, she walked straight to Jing Zeheng, took the milk tea cup in his hand, and whispered as if complaining, "You secretly drank my milk tea again."

Jing Zeheng rubbed the top of her hair, and his hand fell on her shoulder.

"Mr. Su, if it's okay, I'll take her away first." Jing Zeheng said.

Su Xingmu smiled and nodded, "I'll send you."

Shen Fanyin drank two sips of milk tea, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, Mr. Su, are you going to the wine party at night?"

"Of course you have to go, your inaugural party, nothing is more important than this."

"Hey, but Sister Jian Bai said that you have to go to bed at nine o'clock every night now."

"I'll go sooner, same."

"Okay......

The three of them left, and the low pressure between the costumes gradually dissipated.

The girls continued to do their dance moves, which were mixed with cynicism at Nie Bao'er.

Nie Bao'er clenched her back molars, suddenly raised her hand and threw the purple sportswear that Shen Fanyin had just hung on the ground, and stepped on her feet as if angry.

Her actions made the others look sideways, and everyone stared at her with disbelief written in their eyes.

This man, crazy, right?

Nie Bao'er ignored their gazes, wiped away her tears and ran out.

Her destination was clear, and she went straight to the office of a certain choreographer.

"Brother, when did you know?"

Shen Fanyin sat in Jing Zeheng's passenger seat, holding the seat belt and looking sideways at him.

Jing Zeheng asked as he started the car, "What do you know?"

"What do you say?" Shen Fanyin said unceremoniously, "You will run over, do you know that Nie Bao'er is here?"

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng nodded, reached out and pinched her face, "I just knew not long ago, Cheng Ye said it."

"Then ......" Shen Fanyin hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How much do you know about Nie Bao'er's illness?"

Jing Zeheng stopped starting the car.

He frowned, let go of the steering wheel and turned to look at her.

He asked, "What do you want to know?"

His eyes were deep, staring at Shen Fanyin's eyes.

Shen Fanyin felt that the oxygen content around her was seriously insufficient, and she had some difficulty breathing, and her head was also dizzy.

She licked her lips, but didn't say anything.