Shining Stars: First Producer

"I can't sleep anymore, I still have to go to the company today," Lu Cheng hypnotized himself while tidying himself up.

But even so, her eyelids still wanted to stick together firmly, her body wanted to tie herself to the bed, and there were quite a few troubles in her daze.

While Lu Cheng was busy tidying up, the people in the company had already started their busy day.

"Assistant Song, the program's data," Song Moran shouted expressionlessly, his voice not fluctuating.

Although there is no specific title, Assistant Song clearly knows which program Song Moran is talking about.

He heaved a long sigh, and was very disappointed when he saw the data that was still tepid despite a slight increase.

Before that, he still had great confidence in Lucheng, after all, this woman had created miracles for them before.

But until today, the data of two days is enough to wake up Assistant Song from his fantasy. He is very clear about this now, and Lu Orange's risky game has failed this time.

After clicking on the data with his finger, Assistant Song quickly restrained the thoughts that began to spread in his mind, and hurried upstairs.

"President," he knocked lightly on the door, and slowly opened the door and walked inside after getting the consent of the person inside.

"President, this is what you want," Assistant Song said softly, and at the same time put the thin pieces of paper on Song Moran's desk.

Thin paper has no weight at all, and it will fly around when the wind blows, but Song Moran feels extremely heavy in his heart when he holds it in his hand.

He thought yesterday's data was just because there was no publicity, but he didn't expect that today it was still so tepid.

Seemingly able to imagine the tears in Lu Cheng's eyes after seeing such data, Song Moran sighed in his heart, and ordered, "Go and contact other people."

"Is it hype?" Assistant Song asked softly, a little uncertain in his heart, but he knew what Lu Cheng was thinking, and he just wanted to conquer others with his own strength.

If Lu Cheng found out about the hype, it would definitely be another lawsuit. Assistant Song shuddered involuntarily, not daring to think about it.

Song Moran nodded expressionlessly, since he has made a decision, there is no chance of regretting it.

"Destroy these two pieces of paper," Mr. Song Moran said, reaching out and handing over the things in his hand.

Assistant Song quickly took it over, without any intention of probing why he did this.

It was already mid-morning when Lu Cheng came to the company, and everyone had already started their work.

Looking at the quiet and solemn scene in the company, Lu Cheng involuntarily paused, thinking about his laziness today, he felt a little bit sorry.

But it was too late to say it at this time, Lu Cheng could only try to let himself go faster, and let himself quickly walk through the road woven with eyes.

When finally came to the place where no one left, Lu Cheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The gazes of those people were like hooks. Although they didn't speak a word, they were able to express their thoughts clearly just by their sight.

Lu Cheng recalled the surprised, complicated and disdainful gazes that fell on her before, she couldn't help but reached out and clenched her fists, making up her mind.

"Wait until tomorrow and be the first person to come," Lu Cheng told herself in her heart.

"Knock knock", hearing the knock on the door, Song Moran frowned involuntarily.

"President," Lu Cheng walked in slowly, with a somewhat natural voice, "Can I watch the data of today's show?"

Hearing Lu Cheng's charming voice, Song Moran couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the pen, and when he looked up at his proud gaze, his heart became even more sour.

But Song Moran didn't show any expression all year round, and Lu Cheng didn't notice his mood change at all, and stood quietly by the side waiting for his answer.

Song Moran quickly restrained his thoughts, and said blankly, "The piece of paper that remembers the data was accidentally destroyed by Assistant Song."

Song Moran's voice didn't change much when he spoke, coupled with his expression, people couldn't help but want to be convinced.

Bai Xiaofei below was talking with others, his nose tickled unconsciously, and he sneezed uncontrollably.

He reached out and touched the tip of his nose, and explained expressionlessly under the eyes of others, "I have a cold."

"Understand."

"Assistant Song, pay more attention to rest."

Immediately after he finished speaking, there were all kinds of echoing voices from the side, but Assistant Song's expression showed no sign of softening.

It would be better if they could restrain their eyes, Assistant Song thought to himself with a blank expression.

Unaware of the indiscriminate disaster that Assistant Song suffered, Lu Cheng looked around Song Moran suspiciously, and finally nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay, okay, let's forget about it today, but I hope to see it tomorrow to program data."

Fearing that something unexpected would happen tomorrow, Lu Cheng hurriedly said, his voice softened a lot involuntarily.

Song Moran looked at her with sly eyes, and his heart softened a bit, and he subconsciously expressed a little indulgence when he spoke.

"Yes," Song Moran nodded with some difficulty under Lu Cheng's earnest expectation, counting it as his promise to her.

The purpose of coming today has been achieved, Lu Cheng didn't feel that there was anything else to say between herself and Song Moran, she nodded casually, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Lu Cheng," Song Moran shouted unconsciously, looking at her unhesitating back, his voice a little hoarse.

"Huh?" Lu Cheng turned his head in some doubts, and asked softly, "Is there anything else?"

Seeing that Lu Cheng had no intention of being nostalgic at all, Song Moran couldn't help but feel suffocated, and at the same time felt a little more angry.

"Are you still angry now?" Song Moran coughed dryly and asked softly.

Lu Cheng didn't expect Song Moran to call himself just to ask such a sentence, the absurdity in his heart arose spontaneously.

"No," said with a blank face, and at the same time rushed to speak before Song Moran could say the second sentence, "If there is nothing to do with work, then I will leave first."

Lu Cheng always emphasized the word "work" when speaking, and the implied meaning was clearly expressed.

The two looked at each other expressionlessly, and Lu Cheng's expression changed for a while, and finally it was Song Moran who took the lead to look away.