"Ah, it's Cousin Lin."

Hu Mengke took Yang Ruoyan's hand and rushed forward to greet him.

"Yanyan, Keke, come here."

Lin Zefeng was a head above others, even though he was surrounded by fans, he still managed to squeeze out.

After seeing the two of them, Lin Zefeng casually took out two number plates.

They are 39 and 51 respectively. He said:

"I prepared this for you in advance. I'm very busy and can't stay too long. I'm telling you secretly that Rhodes will make a lot of inadvertent little moves. As long as you pay more attention to the environment when you come in, you can easily pass.

Foreigners pay attention to details.”

After Lin Zefeng finished speaking, he squeezed back into the crowd, not even giving them time to say another word.

Hu Mengke looked at the number plate in Yang Ruoyan's hand and muttered:

"Ouch, why is it so far back? Why isn't it 1 or 9? I have to wait in line for a long time."

Yang Ruoyan glanced at her with a smile and said:

"This is a matter of mathematical probability. He deliberately took the middle number and the front number because people who are too far ahead are easily eliminated.

My cousin not only opened the back door for us, but also reminded us of things to pay attention to and made clear the illegal operations, and you still blame him."

"Mathematical probability?"

Seeing that Hu Mengke was confused, Yang Ruoyan could only shake his head and sigh:

"The idea of ​​asking you to study and pick up boys is very simple. For example, out of 100 people, almost one of the top ten judges will pass, and two or three of Qian 20 will pass, and the probability of being in the middle will be higher.

And those that are too far behind will strive for excellence because there are too many people who have reviewed them in the front, and the back seats are crowded.”

Hu Mengke suddenly realized and said:

"Oh, no wonder, there are more than 150 female students in the top class of our art college. This number is just right. Cousin Lin is so attentive!

By the way, I heard that Cousin Lin was the leading actor in Rod's first movie back then, and it was for Cousin Lin's movie that Rod won his first Best Director Award that year."

"Oh, that's it."

Yang Ruoyan didn't pay too much attention, he just felt that he knew too little, and there was not as much gossip as Hu Mengke's.

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When the serial number was called, Hu Mengke listened to Yang Ruoyan's opinion and consciously took No. 51. Since the selection was conducted one by one, Yang Ruoyan suggested that she let her go in first to observe and tell her what was going on inside.

The interview was very quick, and each person came out in an average of one or two minutes.

Within two hours it was Yang Ruoyan's turn.

But this time she was not very nervous. She had thought that she would not pass and there were no requirements, so she felt relieved.

Walking into the huge and empty training ground, the first thing you can see is the judges' table at the far end. There are five judges sitting on it, one of whom is Lin Zefeng.

There is also a short, middle-aged man in his 30s or almost 40s. He is a bit fat and bald. He seems to have been seen in the pages of many entertainment magazines. He seems to be a director.

He and Lin Zefeng were on both sides, and in the middle sat three foreigners with light blond hair and blue eyes, a man and a woman on both sides. The middle one was obviously younger, and he should be Crosser Rhodes.

He is a very beautiful man, with long eyebrows like willows, regular facial features, a body like a jade tree, and well-dressed, but his face is a bit serious, and he seems to be very serious in his dealings with others. This is also a major characteristic of the British.
Chapter completed!