Dressed as a small unknown celebrity, he suddenly became popular after playing badly

"Jingle Bell…"

Jiang Yan was awakened by a ringing bell. When she opened her eyes, her eyes felt sore. She realized that she was still in the water, but the scene above her was not the sky.

She swiped her hand around and touched the cold edge of the wall, and hurriedly supported herself with her hands to sit up. The long-lost air was especially sweet, and Jiang Yan breathed in big gulps until the feeling of dying disappeared, and then she had time to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

This was obviously a bathroom, and Jiang Yan was sitting in the bathtub.

The bathroom was less than 20 square meters, with aromatherapy and mobile phones placed on the shelf next to it. No wonder she smelled the scent of sweet orange.

Jiang Yan stumbled as she stepped out of the bathtub, slipped in the water, pulled off the towel, wiped her body briefly, and walked to the mirror. The unfamiliar environment did not surprise her, but she did feel fear at the moment.

The person in the mirror was 80% similar to herself, except for the beauty mark on the tip of her nose, her face was almost identical to her original one. However, this pale face, purple lips and Jiang Yan's sharp and frightened eyes were really inconsistent.

She had so many questions. Who was she? Where was she? Was she still herself?

"Jingle Bell…"

The ringing sounded again, disturbing Jiang Yan's thoughts. The words "agent" were written on the screen. Jiang Yan picked up the phone and answered the call of the agent out of habit.

"Jiang Yan, you're really going to die. Why did you take so long to answer the phone? If you don't want to film, just say so! Don't try to get away from me and then disappear! The car will be here in five minutes. If you haven't packed up by the time I get there, you'll be put on ice!"

In her life, Jiang Yan had never been scolded so harshly except for filming. Just as she was about to retort, the other party hung up the phone. This evil woman, whose name she didn't even know, ran away after scolding her. Jiang Yan had no room to respond.

However, the owner of this body was also called Jiang Yan, which made her very puzzled. Could it be that... she was herself?

Now time is urgent and Jiang Yan does not understand his current situation. He can only remember this grudge and wait to take revenge in the future.

She carefully opened the door with a bath towel wrapped around her. In front of her was a living room. There was no TV on the TV cabinet, but only a few books about acting, such as "The Cultivation of Art". To the left of the bathroom was the open bedroom door, and further ahead was the dining table and a semi-open kitchen. The entire decoration was simple and minimalist, and it didn't look like a house that had been lived in for a long time or carefully decorated by the owner.

Jiang Yan didn't have time to look closely, and went into the bedroom to find some clean clothes for herself. Unexpectedly, there was a cloakroom in such a small bedroom.

It was called a cloakroom, but it was smaller than a bathroom. There were about a dozen pieces of clothing piled together, and they were all monotonous, either black or gray. Jiang Yan had always worn sponsors' clothes and high-end dresses, and it was hard for her to accept this kind of taste. After much selection, she finally chose a gray-white sweatshirt and denim shorts, and then found a brand new underwear and put it on with disdain.

Looking in the mirror, I found that she was surprisingly good-looking. She was about 165cm tall. Although she didn't have a willow-like waist like Jiang Yan, she was slimmer and more stylish than ordinary girls, and she was also a clothes hanger. The most important thing was that she was much younger than Jiang Yan. Although her face was pale, she was still full of collagen.

"boom!"

The door was roughly opened and hit the wall. When Jiang Yan walked out of the room, she saw a woman with three white eyes, a hump nose, a plump chin and a black mole. Jiang Yan exclaimed, "Wow, she has all the features of a vicious woman."

The woman had no idea what Jiang Yan was thinking. As soon as she met her gaze, she immediately put her hands on her hips and started yelling and cursing.

"What's wrong with your dead face? If someone doesn't know, they would think that I, Li Qiurong, have abused you. Hurry up and put some lipstick on me!"

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Jiang Yan glanced at her lightly, and when she saw the black mask on the entrance, she picked it up and put it on, then left the house.

Li Qiurong came out and continued to yell, "What's your attitude? I just want to give you to Mr. Wang, right? He has a big family and a lot of wealth. If you serve him well, he will just throw the script on your head. I'm doing this for your own good!"

Jiang Yan, who had just pressed the elevator button, heard this and her eyes instantly became fierce, like a piercing cold knife scraping her flesh layer by layer, and her voice seemed to be holding back something, "Tell me, who are you going to give me to?"

Jiang Yan thought about how she woke up in the bathtub. Although she didn't feel any discomfort, she couldn't guarantee whether this was the reason why this "Jiang Yan" committed suicide.

Li Qiurong shuddered suddenly. She was so frightened by those eyes that she dared not breathe. "I, I..."

It wasn't until the elevator made a ding sound that she came back to her senses. She pretended to be angry to cover up her fear, "What are you looking at! In the end, you still escaped. I tell you, you have offended Mr. Wang now. I don't think you will have any more roles to play next!"

Fortunately, there wasn't any. Jiang Yan's heart was relieved a little. The people and things here were unfamiliar to her, but she still felt a little familiar. However, she could never figure out what this familiarity was.

Not knowing where Li Qiurong was going to take her, Jiang Yan was afraid that the more she said, the more mistakes she would make, so she remained silent and walked a step slower than her for the rest of the journey.

I followed Li Qiurong into an expensive-looking nanny car and just as I fastened my seat belt, I heard another disdainful remark from the side.

"If Yaoyao hadn't changed her schedule at the last minute, you would never have had the chance to ride in a car of this price in your life. Be careful and don't get it dirty, you hear me!"

So that's how it is. How could I be treated like this?

"Yeah." Jiang Yan was afraid that she would not give in, so he responded perfunctorily and turned sideways to take a nap.

She was not in good health now. She didn't know how long she had been in the cold water. She was still feeling dizzy. She wasn't sure if she had intended to commit suicide or had accidentally fallen asleep and drowned. She didn't know the password to her phone, so she might as well get some sleep.

The car had been driving for about an hour when Jiang Yan was woken up by someone shaking her vigorously.

"Wake up! Don't waste my time. I have to do a beauty treatment after I send you here!"

Jiang Yan woke up groggily, trying to suppress her anger. She always had trouble sleeping and was always grumpy when she woke up. She hated being disturbed when she was sleeping. Once when she was catching up on her sleep during a break on the set, a senior executive of the company sent a food truck to the crew. He saw Jiang Yan sleeping on a chair and woke her up.

The consequences were serious. Jiang Yan threw the fruit that the senior executives had kindly handed over to the crew's pet dog Xiao Hei without saying a word, and then ran to the director's side and pointed out the parts of the filming that were not satisfactory and illogical, making everyone (except her own scenes) shoot for nothing. But the parts she pointed out were correct. After the corrections were broadcast, all the clips shot on that day became "famous scenes" in the eyes of netizens.

Therefore, for a long time afterwards, major directors tried to coax Jiang Yan to sleep and then send someone to wake her up in order to achieve the requirements of a "famous scene".