Indeed, there are some things that you just need to tell them to those who understand them. People who understand will naturally understand. People who don’t understand or don’t want to listen at all will not convince them even if you wear down your mouth...

The reason is correct, but when it comes to actual operation, it is still difficult to ignore the rumors at all.

After seeing off Jiang Chuan and Fang Yu, the room suddenly became quiet. Originally, Fang Yu wanted to stay with Jinran, but after thinking about it, Jinran still refused him. At first, he decided this way, because he felt that he had not encountered such a thing, so now he should be OK to deal with it alone.

But soon he discovered that he was not as ok as he thought.

He knew very well how important the opportunity that Kawana gave him was to him. Maybe if he jumped out and announced that he would give up this role, both the attack on Teacher Li Rui or the attack on him might be immediately calmed down. But after hesitating for a long time, he found that he did not have the courage at all: it was like a bear standing in front of a full can of honey. What reason do you have to stop it from trying this can and making it look forward to the honey for most of its life?

I missed it, I don’t know when the next opportunity will come.

I don't even know if it will come again.

When a person is quiet, he is prone to random thoughts. So for the next whole night, he was unfortunately struggling back and forth between "suddenly thinking about it" and "suddenly not thinking about it again", and he tossed and repeated until midnight. He still had no urge to fall asleep - the black-haired young man lying on the bed stared at the ceiling. When the 9873rd Mianyang in his mind bleated and squeezed into the flock, he was silent for three seconds, and simply lifted the quilt and climbed up from the bed, then grabbed his phone and sent a text message to Fang Yu-

[Really: A multiple-choice question, choose one: Now I announce that I will withdraw from the casting of "Spark of Fire" and ask the heroes to let go; choose two: go out and have a drunken song.]

After the text message was sent, within about thirty seconds, he got Fang Yu's answer. When he opened the text message, there were only two concise words in it.

[Fang Yu: Go to the waves.]

Jinran felt that he had got the answer he wanted, and let down his phone. He rolled to the bathroom without stopping to take a shower. After drying his hair, he changed into a wig that was slightly longer than his mental short hair, which was a popular Korean male star. He wore black-framed flat glasses, and then changed into a big shorts that "Yuan Jinran" would basically never wear on weekdays. When everything was ready, the young black-haired man looked at himself in the mirror carefully, and then found that the wig played a wonderful role: now he looked dumb and cowardly, as if he had just been swept out of his house and forced to go to a nightclub for a blind date.

Before leaving the door, Jinran grabbed his car key from the table - but at the moment of changing his shoes, he thought of the words Jiang Chuan said that day, "You will be recognized when driving your car", so he turned back and put the car key, rummaged through the cabinets and finally found another dusty car key under the coffee table - unlike the luxury car that Jinran drove now, this car was the scooter he happily bought after the second male second man who had first acted in a play thirteen years ago, which was very considerable for him at that time.

After so many years, Jinran has enough money to buy everything he wants, any brand of car, and in fact, there are several cars parked in his garage that can make ordinary male creatures envious - if it weren't for the sudden desire to live a nightlife today, Jinran would have almost forgotten its existence.

However, paradoxically, when I was holding the keys in my hand, the day I went to pick up the car, my mood was so excited that I couldn't be myself, but my mood appeared in his heart very clearly... Following this, memory was like a torrent of the sudden opening of the gate. I entered the entertainment industry for the first time, had my own agent for the first time, received a role that could have lines, and took on the serious male second-hand man-

I remember clearly how satisfied he was at that time. All opportunities were gifts to him. All those who were willing to give him opportunities were benefactors to him. Every day was full of fulfillment and full of expectations for the future. As for when, this "very satisfied" form had changed. I don't remember very much when it started. I no longer naively felt that everything that happened to him was a miracle and luck. I calmly thought about whether there was something that the other party who signed a contract with him needed, and began to learn to bargain and win the greatest benefit.

At the beginning, there was less fun and more responsibility in the "original intention" of the profession of actors.

For example, in the past, Jinran might have explained everything clearly according to his personality and announced that he would give up the role of Kana and give himself a casual exit... But now, whether to take on such a role seems to be no longer a personal matter for "Yuan Jinran". Does his agent, his boss, and even all the employees in the entire I-agent agency behind him have a meal every night? These trivial things seem to be on him in an instant.

I went downstairs and poured out the dusty black Volkswagen from the garage. At this time, the phone he put in his pocket vibrated again. He took it out and looked at it, and found that it was Fang Yu. The agent said: Be careful not to be photographed by the paparazzi. Have fun. I am working overtime in the company now, and I will ensure that I will handle this before the sun rises tomorrow.

Hmm.

Yes, that's it.

Yuan Jinran is the Mt who charges in the battle. He must bear all the injuries from the outside world. As his teammate, the company's team is also sleeplessly planning in the rear, trying to win the game... This is a very simple truth: if Mt falls down and the resources behind are exposed, then the only thing waiting for them is to destroy the team and then gameover.

The ending is that everyone goes home and eats themselves together.

I thought about it and was thinking about how to reply to this text message, but at this time another message was sent in-

【My wallet is left at your house, can I come here to get it now?】

It's Jiang Chuan.

He didn't notice that Jiang Chuan's wallet appeared on the sofa... Moreover, why did this guy take out his wallet at his house? This is too strange? I was puzzled. He first left the text message that his agent's husband could reply or not, stopped the car on the side of the road in the community, and typed a bunch of words to tell Jiang Chuan that he was not at home and was about to go out to play and asked him if he could come tomorrow. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally finished editing the text message. Finally, he regretted it when he was sent again, cleared the content of the text message, and he replied: But I was asleep, and there was a small cucumber mask on my face. Is it okay to come again tomorrow>

Perhaps the term "little cucumber mask" has a bit of shock and damage. Jiang Chuan spent ten minutes to release the "calmness" skill - in short, when he parked the car at the door of the nightclub, the other party sent an extremely calm word "Oh".

Be careful to put your phone in your pocket.

He entered the nightclub with his head held high and his chest held high.

...

——If you have to find a popular and noisy place to stop yourself from thinking about it in a lonely, lonely, cold and random night, then these nightlife places are probably the best choice—although this noisy place seems a bit inappropriate for an elderly person like Jinran, who has aging in advance—and it is almost well known in the industry that "Yuan Jinran" hates all noisy entertainment venues, so this place is safe for him at this moment, because there are probably no press that he would think that Yuan Jinran would be stimulated to come to the place he hates most to seek spiritual home (.).

The last time someone invited Jinran to such an entertainment venue was during the filming of "The Voice of the Years". Jinran refused without hesitation by taking a cold as an excuse. The price required to live such a cold and noble elderly life in advance was that his boyfriend, who had been dating for more than half a year, silently climbed onto another woman's bed.

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So what if those little bitches hit the dog forever?

Tonight is here to relax.

Not here to make things difficult for myself.

He was very cautious and forced his thinking not to continue the strange development of God. At this time, others also stepped into the hall. To be honest, he almost couldn't remember the last time he came to a nightclub to play seriously. If he really wanted to tell an accurate and real date, the answer he could give might be the previous life (...).

In short, it was not good to start the army today.

When this big star, who was already an antique-level star, stepped into the nightclub gate, almost immediately he was frowning and unable to loosen his eyebrows. When DJ was singing happily, "I climb the hillside, yoyo, climb to the top of the mountain, I want to sing, yoyoyo," a waiter came up, competing with Jinran-

DJ's voice was so loud that he could not hear clearly, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and bent down to approach the waiter's ear: "Ah?"

The waiter continued to make mistakes. From his expression and the extent of his mouth opening, he was trying hard to yell with Jinran—

dj: "Singing to that sister, I feel like a chuckling in my heart, yo! What I chewed with big bubble gum on my mouth, yo, what I think in my heart is Japanese girl! yo! The people below are excited! yo!"

He glanced at the cheerful DJ at the top of the dance floor in silence, turned his head, pushed the pair of otaku glasses on his face and got closer to the waiter: "...I can't hear what you are talking about at all, can you make your DJ whisper?"

Such a request is a bit willful in nightclubs.

So the answer is no.

Finally, through the primitive man's hand-to-hand and lip-syncing style, I understood a little bit that the waiter asked him if he had a reservation. After shook his head honestly, he led the other party to a slightly quiet position he asked for. Of course, such a complex request could not be completed by fingers. He wisely entered the note sheet of the mobile phone and typed it for the waiter to see. Seeing the waiter's face suddenly realized, Jingran's depressed mood improved a little bit: he always felt like he had done something extremely clever.

Before he left, he left a letter to the boss of the nightclub in the comment box, focusing on how important it was to prepare an iPad for each waiter to communicate with guests.

...Of course, the premise is that there will be such an old thing as "suggestion box" in nightclubs.

When the seat was seated, the waiter politely stated that the booth was the least efficient and asked him if he needed to find someone to accompany him. It took Jinran three seconds to realize that the so-called "companiment" was to find the princess in the store in these nightclubs to accompany him. He shook his head and refused. In order to achieve the minimum consumption, he ordered a bunch of wine in a mess, regardless of the waiter's strange gaze, and handed the order book to the waiter, and watched him leave with a subtle look.

He believed that when he hooked the drink order from beginning to end, the waiter must have silently sighed in his heart: Idiot.

But it doesn't matter. There are probably too many people who scold him like this tonight. I'm really sure this one is not bad.

No pain or itch.

Waiting for my own wine to come up with peace of mind, while waiting, I watched the monsters dancing on the dance floor - it was really a monster dance. I don’t know if the DJ from this restaurant is in this style or the DJ style of tonight is quite unique. When all the wines were delivered, the time pointed to 1:30 in the morning - when the primary school students were going to bed, DJ began to sing "The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the birds said, "Why are you carrying a explosive pack on your back?"

To be honest, when I heard this, I actually wanted to call the police: for the crime of infringing on minors.

If this is not considered thunder.

Then, a scene that was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes appeared. DJ suddenly stopped halfway and suddenly roared his arms and shouted, "Come down below!"

The crowd on the dance floor below screamed in a very chorus: "I'm going to blow up the school, the principal doesn't know!"

DJ put his arm down, took the microphone, waved the microphone in the posture of a little magic fairy, raised his orchid finger and placed it on his lips: "As soon as I pull the line, I will run!"

Put the microphone flat and aim it at the person on the dance floor below—

The person on the dance floor: "I heard a cry of no birds in school! yo!"

After the song, everyone cheered, twisted, applauded, and became enthusiastic.

Jingran: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

I really feel that my star is really in vain.

Today, just today, in this nightclub where he could no longer remember what his name was, he felt that he had truly seen what popularity was - in front of this awesome DJ who broke through the sky, his popularity of Yuan Jinran was simply like a child playing every family and was simply not enough to watch... Well, Teacher Bai Wenqi probably would have to cry and shout and beg for the great god DJ to shine shoes.

When the young black-haired man stared at the stage with a broken face, DJ stamped his feet and began to sing "Shuke Shuke's Shuke's. Shuke's flight", the waiter, who was also full of crooked face, came up with a large plate of colorful wine - when he saw those wines of various colors, he felt that he could summon Divine Dragon.

……………………Uh, sorry, I was ruined.

He grabbed the blue glass in front of him expressionlessly, poured it into his mouth with some wine and drink. When the hot liquid slid across his throat, the faint fragrance of blueberries spread between his lips and teeth, and his scalp exploded comfortably - the young black-haired breathed comfortably, leaned his head against the soft sofa and squinted his eyes slightly while feeling a stream of blood on his head: another cup, just another cup, he felt that he had the advantage to rush onto the stage to blow up the head of DJ, who had ruined his childhood for three hundred years.

And just as this idea gets worse and worse, I can't help but think carefully about using this method to replace the headlines that will break up with the screenwriter of "Spark of Fire" tomorrow-

The style of painting on the stage suddenly changed.

Primary school student DJ went home from work and did his homework.

The stage was quiet for three seconds, and then suddenly, a lot of white smoke was touched. Coupled with the neon lights flashing everywhere, the stage was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere of the (crossed out) Shanghai Dance Hall in the 1980s... The young black-haired man sitting on the sofa lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced. At this time, he found that behind the dimly lit stage, a young man with an extremely slender figure but at first glance knew that his height was quite good.

Yes, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a young man-

Jinran even wanted to say that he was a teenager who was not qualified to enter and exit entertainment venues.

At least, people of this age would not allow themselves to wear such a tight leather jacket and trousers, which would appear in any place except lying on their husband's bed.

The stage was filled with smoke and the nightclub was dim. Jinran squinted his eyes slightly and paid great attention to the boy's hair being dyed in a flamboyant red color. When he stepped onto the stage, the heavy metal punk boots on his feet made a "slap" sound, wrapping him tightly, reflecting the ray of the stage without reservation. At this time, let alone the old man Yuan Jinran, even the people under the dance floor stayed in place.

His butt was very erect.

His shoulders are very wide.

His waist is very narrow.

His legs are long.

His body proportions are so perfect that it simply does not conform to scientific logic that he is like a two-dimensional creature coming out of a comic.

Sitting on the sofa, the young black-haired man who was pinching the quilt subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips. After confirming that he had not drooled, he silently repaired Jiang Chuan's figure - and then he was relieved to find that his heart was still towards Jiang Mingyue, and he did not squirt randomly to the front of him for the time being...

Sexy ditch.

And at this moment.

There is no opening remark, no incitemental inspirational lines, before everyone can react, the background music has already sounded-

The familiar tune made Jinran slightly stunned. He never expected that after playing various nursery rhymes in this nightclub, even the famous song "Opera 2" by Vitas, a famous male singer in Maoxiong Kingdom, would play... He grabbed the cup with wine in front of him and put it on his lips and took a sip. He felt a little more or less interested in his heart. While Jinran sat up straight, he made a new discovery of surprise - this nightclub acted very well, not only did he lip-sing Vitas' song, but he even found a... a foreigner to lip-sing.

The deep facial features were half hidden in the shadows. I was still not sure about the specific appearance of the red-haired boy standing on the stage at this moment. I could only guess from the expressions of the little girls in the dance floor below to guess that the boy was probably very handsome...

No matter what, he always had the illusion that the other party was pretending to be mysterious and hiding himself - just like Yuan Jinran - this idea suddenly popped up a little strange and abruptly. Jinran calmed down and realized that it was alcohol that made his judgment go wrong. He put down the cup in his hand, sat firmly, and waited for the boy to lip-sync with a smile.
To be continued...