The lounge is filled with the unique aroma of a variety of cosmetics, which are intertwined to form a unique scent.

On the dressing table, a variety of brightly colored cosmetics are placed, which are like pigments on a palette, exuding alluring colors.

And in this world of colors, Bei Yichen sat quietly in front of the makeup mirror, his face like an unfinished painting, waiting for the makeup artist to depict.

The makeup artist is like an artist who has mastered the magic of color, carefully applying it to Bei Yichen's face.

Her every movement is light and skillful, like playing a beautiful symphony.

Her gaze is focused and serious, as if she is creating a great work of art.

Every application is a demonstration of the pursuit of perfection, and every completion of makeup is a tribute to beauty.

Bei Yichen closed his eyes, as if he was feeling every subtle movement of the makeup artist.

His countenance changed as the makeup progressed, like an early morning mist slowly dispersing, revealing beautiful mountains and rivers, his eyelashes fluttering slightly under the caress of the makeup artist, and his lips looking more seductive under the moisture of the lipstick.

The atmosphere in the entire room was quiet and focused, with only the sound of the makeup artist's fingers gently gliding over Bei Yichen's face.

It is a unique communication, a combination of sight and touch, a kind of admiration and pursuit of beauty.

In this process, Bei Yichen's face becomes more three-dimensional and vivid in the mirror.

His eyes are brighter with the embellishment of makeup, and his skin is smoother with the retouching of makeup.

Every detail has been carefully carved, and every stroke is full of artistic atmosphere.

Finally, the makeup artist takes a step back and looks at her work with satisfaction.

"Brother Chen, can you take a look and feel it?"

Bei Yichen opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, he smiled slightly, and then nodded slightly.

"Alright, that's it."

The makeup artist turned to the back and pushed a row of clothes out.

"Brother Chen, what outfit do you want to wear when you record the show later?"

Bei Yichen turned around slowly, his gaze falling on the neat row of clothes.

He walked over, each step looking calm and powerful, his eyes focused and serious, as if searching for something.

His hands gently caressed each garment, his fingers sliding over the fabric as if reading one story after another.

His gaze lingered on each garment, then looked away again, stayed again, and so on.

He stood there and looked at it for a long time, his eyes deep and charming, shining with a unique light, and there was no expression on his face.

Finally, he stopped, and his gaze fell on a piece of clothing in the far corner.

It was a dark jacket that looked ordinary, but had a special texture.

His fingers ran over the surface of his jacket, and it felt like touching a lost memory.

A complex emotion welled up in his heart, which was nostalgia, strangeness, familiarity, and thinking.

He took a deep breath, then shook his head slowly.

His gaze fell on the dark jacket again, and this time his eyes were full of determination and determination.

He stepped forward, picked up the jacket, and looked at it carefully, as if to confirm his decision.

"That's it, I think it's pretty good."

The makeup artist looked at the dark jacket in Bei Yichen's hand, her brows tightened unconsciously, she shook her head lightly, and a trace of doubt passed over her eyes.

"The color of this dress is on the dark side, which may make today's makeup look a little obtrusive." She spoke softly, with a hint of professional calmness and objectivity in her tone.

Bei Yichen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and looked at the jacket in his hand in confusion.

The makeup artist smiled slightly and explained, "You have a fair complexion, and this dark jacket might make you look a little dull. And, today's occasion is ......" she paused,

It seems to be looking for the right wording, "It's a more relaxed and bright occasion, so it may not be very suitable."

After hearing this, Bei Yichen silently put down the jacket in his hand, feeling a little unwilling, but after thinking about it carefully, the makeup artist's words were not unreasonable.

He smiled helplessly, looked at the makeup artist and said, "That's ...... Do you have any recommendations for today's clothes?"

The makeup artist smiled and nodded, turned to look at the row of clothes, her fingers gently slid over the clothes, and finally stopped at a light-colored casual suit, a look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and handed the clothes to Bei Yichen.

"This one, light colors will look lighter and more lively, and it should be more suitable for today's occasion." Bei Yichen took the skirt, and felt that the makeup artist's advice was very suitable.

After Bei Yichen changed his clothes, he sat in front of the makeup mirror again, waiting for the program team to notify him of the time to play.

His eyes are deep and calm, like a hunter quietly waiting for his prey to appear.

He held a glass of cold mineral water in his hand, and his fingers unconsciously caressed the bottle, as if looking for a comfort.

Bei Yichen is like a mountain, his face is as calm as water, and his eyes are shining with determination.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to expel all distractions from his body, leaving only his truest self.

As the minutes ticked by, his heartbeat gradually synchronized with the second hand of the clock.

Every beating is like a step forward, and every beating is like a distance towards the stage.

After a while, a staff member came over and said to Bei Yichen, "Teacher Bei, it's time for you to go on the stage to record the show." His voice was calm and professional, breaking the silence around him.

Bei Yichen stood up, buried his thoughts deep in his heart, and faced the upcoming challenge with a calm attitude.

He followed the crew's footsteps across the brightly lit stage and stepped onto the familiar and unfamiliar recording area.

The lights were shining and the camera lens was focused on him.

Bei Yichen took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

He felt the vibration of the stage, heard the noise of the audience, but he turned a blind eye, heard but did not hear, he closed his eyes, completely immersed himself in the music, and began his performance.

The audience was immediately captivated by his performance.

His singing voice washes his soul like a clear spring, and his dancing steps are as smooth as flowing water.

On the stage, he is like an eagle soaring freely, spreading his wings and leading the audience into his world.

During the recording of the show, Bei Yichen was completely immersed in his own world.

He feels every note with his heart, interprets every lyric with emotion, and his performance is picturesque and touching.

After the performance, the audience erupted in applause.

In the warm applause and cheers, Bei Yichen's wonderful performance ended.

He stood on the stage, smiling and bowing to the audience, his heart filled with satisfaction and joy.

The staff stepped forward one after another, their faces filled with praise and admiration.

Some of them helped Bei Yichen remove the decorations from his body, while others handed over towels and drinks. They expressed their gratitude and respect for him in various ways.

"Mr. Kita, you are amazing!" A young staff member sighed.

"Thank you for your support," Bei Yichen replied with a smile.

In a cordial conversation, they walked down the long hallway to his lounge.

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and the air inside seemed to carry an air of calm and serenity.

Bei Yichen walked into the room, he felt a deep sense of relaxation and comfort, he sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The staff were talking softly, and they were preparing to leave.

There were only two people left in the lounge, Bei Yichen and Chao Xuyang.

"Brother Chen, shall we leave now?"

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What's next?"

"Yes, Brother Chen, your schedule is quite full these days, but we can stay here for a while.

We'll have another interview later, which happens to be from this TV station, so I've already discussed it with them, so I'll be interviewed here."

Bei Yichen looked at Chao Xuyang, who was becoming more and more professional, and felt a little relieved in his heart, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose.

Chao Xuyang looked at the smile on his face and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen, did I say something wrong?" Why are you smiling?"

"Why, you mean I can't even laugh?"

"No, no, no, how can it be, hey, forget it, you often laugh at me anyway, so let's take a break for a while."

Chao Xuyang took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and slowly opened the door.

There was an immediate hint of exhaustion on his face, but he nodded firmly to the interviewer at the door.

The interviewers cautiously walked through the door, and their gaze was immediately drawn to Chao Xuyang's deep and determined eyes.

Although the interviewers tried their best to control their emotions, when they looked at Bei Yichen, their hearts could not be calm.

The image of this man left a deep impression on their hearts - his fortitude, his calmness, his composure, all shocked them.

When the interviewer walked in front of Bei Yichen, he was attracted by the warm smile at first sight.

Bei Yichen stood up, and although he was a public figure, he never lost his true nature.

His movements are smooth, like mountain streams, quiet and powerful.

His eyes were full of friendliness and made people feel comfortable. He smiled slightly, as if to say to the interviewer, "Hello."

The interviewer held out his hand and greeted warmly, "Hello, Mr. Kita Yichen. Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with us."

Bei Yichen smiled and responded, "It's a great honor to communicate with you." His voice was like a mountain breeze, soft and warm.

The interviewer began his questioning, and Bei Yichen answered every question seriously, his language was clear and powerful, and every word was full of his thoughts and opinions.