It can be seen that this competition, which is full of awards for many major awards in Tokyo, Japan, is very formal.

Even though there were so many fancy tattoos standing in the backstage, the staff who were walking through them looked at each other without squinting, and the young men and women who were struggling at the door were a little unsociable.

So under a lot of gazes, Wan Changsheng gave up resistance, muttered and stood in front of the staff with Lin Chuni, reported the number board, and compared the form in his hand, and then gave him a bathrobe and a foot of white silk...

Of course, it must be more than one foot long. Wan Changsheng was stunned when he got it and said, "Is this going to hang me? I really want to die now!"

Lin Chuni tried her best to hold back her laughter and explained gently: "Japanese men, women, young and old all have this way of wearing a lollipop. The standard name is to rebirth... Do you want me to help you wear it? Hahaha... I really can't wear it alone..."

She really couldn't stand up even when she smiled.

Wan Changsheng would definitely rather die than surrender. There are staff members who can also cover up the locker room. But these "works" that mainly show tattoos and tattoos can't help but can't help but compete with each other.

Some European and American people can imagine that their national culture is like this without any concealment, but why do some people look at Asians like this?

Too implicit.

In fact, it is the white cloth version of the ***. Wan Changsheng also admitted that he had seen the introductions in Kyoto or Osaka. In Japanese sacrificial activities, men, women, and young people wear this kind of clothing. It may be related to the fact that they are surrounded by the sea and are busy going into the sea at all times.

The staff was very serious about helping him wear it in a straightforward manner. In fact, it was as if he was tailor-made for his tattoo. There was a large fig leaf on the front, which was not much different from boxer shorts. However, there was only a strip of cloth less than the palm-width in the butt groove behind him, which made Wan Changsheng very shy.

Made, I never thought that the word shy would appear on me.

He could only try his best to build himself psychologically, just as Lin Chuni said, just to experience the mood of a nude model.

Putting on a bathrobe and holding a bunch of clothes, Lin Chuni sat blankly on the bench outside, looking at the various tattoos "works" in front of her.

Wan Changsheng had already been holding back all the complaints he had said.

All are here.

Looking at the big men who were wearing a spoon in their crotch, Wan Changsheng felt that he was wearing much clothes.

People are still wandering around carelessly.

Lin Chuni immediately looked up and smiled at him, but she expressed her words: "Looking at them who were indifferent, I suddenly felt a little hesitant. Tattoo and tattoos are indeed challenging the psychological bottom line of many people, especially considering the traditional concepts of our Chinese people. At least the European celestial camp, I probably won't appear in China in another hundred years. As you said, since we have the talent to create beauty, we should cherish the creation for more people, right?"

Wan Changsheng's discomfort seemed to have disappeared, so he tucked his bathrobe and sat opposite him: "I kept emphasizing this point to myself. If I wanted to draw a mural in the temple, would it be attractive to Meng's mother's three-time migration, or would it be more people to see the erotic pictures of Jin Pingmei? It must be the latter, but is the purpose of my painting of this thing so that more people can follow me to see my paintings, or is this painting meaningful to society? You can say that erotic paintings are also art, but which one is more meaningful?"

Lin Chuni looked at the big boy facing each other with an unprecedented gentle expression. She looked at Wan Changsheng and said softly: "Can I be self-indulgent to think that you gave me a tattoo to make me understand the truth and let me take a closer look at this scene?"

Wan Changsheng thought: "I am not so great yet. I just want people like us who are talented to use this talent point to a wider range. I still say the same thing, I don't deny that tattoos are art, but the talent you have is only displayed in this narrow category, which is a pity."

Lamb fur is the kind of short velvet that is very warm. It was first worn by the American Airlines pilots, allowing them to keep the cold from the sky. Now it is thickly set off with Lin Chuni's exquisite and delicate face, and it is even more beautiful and charming. There is no such thing as coolness and sharpness as before.

Suddenly, he smiled like this: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? You are really a bit like a monk. Don't think that if you say good things, I will retreat on the spot."

Wan Changsheng made himself look at the countless "works" around him less crampedly: "Well, just treat it as an experience. No matter what art you do, you have to solve your livelihood first before you can talk about the meaning."

Soon a sound came out outside, and the two of them looked out, and from the backstage, they saw that there was a Kabuki performance on the stage. One face was painted like a white-faced steamed bun, holding a Sanxian bar, bang bang cotton, and a kimono girl dancing in front of her, her movements were similar to zombies.

It is completely an art that is difficult to understand with different cultures. Fortunately, I didn’t spend money to watch it in Kyoto.

Perhaps for most people, the same is true for tattoos.

Then the benefits came, a group of kimono girls with not so white faces, wearing very formal classical buns, and when they were squeezed in the background, they were still whispering in a low voice, among which someone secretly glanced at Wan Changsheng and Lin Chuni.

With a buzzing Japanese outside, they immediately cleared their expressions and walked out with kimono in small steps...

Wan Changsheng thought they were going to perform what dance they also wanted to perform.

Who knew that he turned around in unison, and the kimono on his body relaxed towards the back. Oops, the tattoos on his back were all revealed, which made the backstage look full of frontal...

Some girls are making faces playfully at this place!

Wan Changsheng was caught off guard and almost blinded the dog's eyes. He turned his head and hurriedly turned his head and hid, but he didn't expect Lin Chuni to stretch her neck and look behind him. The two of them had a strong face. I don't know if they were mouth-to-mouth. Anyway, the fragrance smelled very nice.

He also covered Lin Chuni's mouth with a yo-yo, and pointed his other hand hard at Wan Changsheng and couldn't speak.

Wan Changsheng's nose also hurts, but now he mainly blushed and doesn't know what to do.

People around came to the stage. After a while, Lin Chuni recovered and let go of her hands and felt: "I almost choked to death that time. It seems that I want to stay away from you!"

Wan Changsheng could only nod his head vigorously, you are so right.

But it was obvious that the girl's delicate lips were bleeding and a little swollen. She put in the mirror on the dressing table to observe: "If it is more serious, it will be similar to Tony Leung's sausage mouth, tsk tsk tsk..."

Just as she was complaining, she suddenly heard the whispers and English outside, so she turned around and pushed Wan Changsheng: "Yeah, yes, it's up to you, the fourth group, you... just learn from the group of girls just now, take off their bathrobe and lift them in front of them, and then put them on, that's all."

While saying that, she also gave a demonstration with her leather jacket.

Wan Changsheng gritted his teeth and nodded, and followed seven or eight "works" that did not block the tattoo at all!

Finally, I could feel the feeling of Zhong Mingxia walking out from behind the screen.

Lin Chuni held her mouth and hurriedly looked at it, but couldn't help laughing.

It is really Wan Changsheng who I usually see. Not to mention his romantic and casual manners, he is still quite generous. Now he is as reserved as a gazelle, and he is basically just walking around.

But the "works" are not professional models, and their actions are scattered.

The host also called for a positioning, and the only one among them, Wan Changsheng, who was still wrapped in a bathrobe, was the most conspicuous.

He was indeed shy, and when he walked out, he turned his back to the audience.

Lin Chuni cannot bring her cell phone when she goes to the backstage and is prohibited from taking photos.

Beheye held a stack of mobile phones in his hand and stretched his neck to see Wan Changsheng's outfit in surprise. She knew that Wan Changsheng would definitely have a tattoo on her body when she came to participate in this tattoo competition.

With her cultural heritage, I don’t dislike this, although their popular Hannah tattoo is a bit different from this one.

But looking at the dense scenes of other men and women around, it was a bit unbelievable. He tried his best to focus his eyes on the bathrobe, forcing himself not to look at others, and resolutely not to look at others.

The host introduced each of them in Japanese and English, where they came from and what the theme was. Close-ups of tattoos will appear on the big screen next to them, making it easier for the entire theater to see, but a row of judges in front of the stage can clearly see all tattoo patterns at close range.

Some of them have tattoos on the front and back of their bodies, and they still need to rotate the "work" slowly.

Then the judges will give the score quickly, and then all the audience members can vote on their own mobile phones and download it when entering the venue.

Beheye quickly prepared the phone in his hand, but in fact she could unlock it only her own.

Lin Chuni seemed to have lost so much anxiety and fear, and her eyes were brightly watched the boy who was forced to do something, standing there with her eyes closed and her chin raised, as if she was going to the execution ground.

It was something he was very reluctant to do, but he was standing there even though he didn't want anything to do.

Now she seems to be very clear that there is no love here, maybe there is some friendship, but it is more just for the sake of talent and the emotion of cherishing talent.

So Lin Chuni simply leaned against the wall next to the entrance of the backstage passage, and even her head was leaning against the wall, with a little smile on her face that she didn't even notice.

In fact, there were only 48 "works" that could be played on stage in the end, which was the result that the competition had screened.

When he finally called Wan Changsheng Number, this guy seemed to have already entered a meditation. The host who was chatting and laughing several times without any response. There were already bursts of laughter from the stands. The judges from all over the country who had read twenty or thirty "works" were also a little aesthetically exhausted and relaxed.

Although it was winter, because the interior of the theater was very warm, the European judges wearing a sleeveless T-shirt exposing their two exquisite flower arms whistled loudly.

Wan Changsheng reacted under the host's shoulder patting, gritted his teeth and turned his back to take off his bathrobe. For a moment, he really wanted to just lift the hem.

But that movement was too much like the action before squatting down. Wan Changsheng was afraid of his conditioning reflex.

As Lin Chuni said, she slid down and lifted her in front of her, and glanced at the girl standing in the backstage to guide her movements.

As a result, the entire theater was filled with a loud noise, which was extremely noisy!

If you say that Wan Changsheng, who was wearing a bathrobe, suppressed and then raised, may have also played a role. Other "works" came out indifferently, and might have wanted to be seen for more time, but he would have lost his sudden display...stunning.

Although this word is very funny when used on the back of a boy with a treacherous back and a bear-waisted waist.
Chapter completed!