Chapter 2458

McGonagall's mind moved, and the paper flying sword flew out of the three millimeter gap of the window, straight into the sky.

When he went out for breakfast, McGonagall turned to a short message. A base station on the top floor of the Twin Towers building was damaged this morning for no reason. The investigation bureau has blocked the scene and it is said that it was done by some sharp weapon.

MEG turned off the bracelet and was very happy with the result.

What makes McGonagall a little unaccustomed is that the staff of the restaurant seem to pay more attention to him, and this kind of attention has gone beyond what a top four player should have. Even a few little girls look at him with their eyes full of light.

"Can you make a table?" A gentle voice interrupted Meg's thinking.

MEG looks up. It's Angelina with the plate.

He looked around the restaurant. The players' restaurant is separate, which is different from the employees of mocha group. As the competition entered the final four stage, only four of them are using the restaurant now.

Now in the restaurant, there is nothing wrong with this wave except Iman and I who eat alone by the window.

After breakfast, McGonagall went to the players' lounge to wait for make-up and some pre match preparation.

Although McGonagall, as a straight man, has some aversion to all kinds of things being smeared on his face, after all, it's on the show, and it's not necessary to embarrass the staff for the work he should cooperate with.

"Your skin is really good. Just add some make-up to suit the lens." McGonagall's little sister, who made up for him, blushed all the way and praised him for his good skin.

"Thank you." McGonagall responded with a smile, looking at her popularity from 80 to 88 step by step, which is also very outrageous.

After making up, the makeup artist put away the tools, or could not help but carefully asked: "can I take a picture with you?"

"Yes." MEG nodded.

The makeup artist immediately raised the bracelet, opened the selfie mode, carefully approached MEG, quickly completed the selfie, and then blushed to thank MEG: "thank you."

"Hard work." McGonagall nodded slightly. The bracelet vibrated slightly. McGonagall raised his hand and glanced. It was the news from the program group. It was about the rules of today's competition.

"You'll be busy first." The makeup artist happily left with something.

McGonagall opened the news with a look of surprise.