Chapter 11： Waistline

Jiang Mei was dumbfounded.

Her thought for a moment was, what is the relationship between Ling Zhen and this man? He was sitting on the judges' bench, did Ling Zhen walk through the back door? ! Or did she know some big boss?

Jiang Mei immediately went into chaos—if that was the case, she had just ridiculed Ling Zhen outside, what should Ling Zhen do when she turned her head to complain?

"No. 23? What are you doing, aren't you coming in?" Seeing Jiang Mei froze at the door, a screenwriter urged her impatiently.

"Oh, oh!" Jiang Mei was frightened and distraught by herself, her confidence just disappeared, and her self-introduction was stunned, "Hello teachers, I am No. 23 Jiang Mei, I, I come from Midsummer Entertainment..."

In the middle of the judges seat is the main producer this time. He first glanced in the direction of the man in the black shirt, and then nodded at Jiang Mei: "Go ahead."

As a result, Jiang Mei was distracted to pay attention to the man's reaction during the whole process. When the audition reached the middle, he frowned and changed his sitting position. Jiang Mei was startled, and finally forgot the next sentence.

"Producing, producing, sorry! I'll do it again soon—"

"No need." The producer interrupted her.

The whole performance was lackluster and the image was not dazzling. The big boss on the side hadn't looked up from the beginning to the end, and there was no need to watch it anymore.

Jiang Mei's face turned pale, her lips trembled, and finally walked out of the audition room with a sullen expression. She didn't dare to look at Ling Zhen at all, she just felt that everything she just said was hitting her in the face.

Ling Zhen saw Jiang Mei coming out from a distance, his face was pale, and he hurriedly left without staying much. The audition results did not seem to be very good.

…Is it really strict? Ling Zhen had no experience, and couldn't help but feel a little worried and nervous.