Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

43.

When Zhong Siyuan found Fang Zhixing in the barbecue area, the man was putting the fried tenderloin on the plate.

When pouring the sauce, Fang Zhixing got a little on his hand, and he sucked his finger in a very disfigured way.

Zhong Siyuan took out a piece of paper and wiped it for him, and said speechlessly, "Are you so greedy?"

Fang Zhixing glanced at him: "I haven't eaten meat for three months, and I'm not Tang Seng. Besides, didn't you tell me to eat more after I was finished? Sometimes I would let me eat it, and sometimes I wouldn't let me eat it. I'm schizophrenic."

"I'm afraid that oil and meat will irritate your inflamed tonsils!"

Fang Zhixing took a big bite of meat nonchalantly: "Let's talk about it when it's exciting, I'll eat it first."

Zhong Siyuan shook his head helplessly, and poured some hot drink to moisten his throat: "I just saw you and Su Moer together, what did she ask you for?"

"It's nothing, I've been scared off."

Anyway, he is an actor, and he has no image of how to eat.Zhong Siyuan covered him up a bit, and poured a glass of milk to serve him.

Fang Zhixing was so full that he burped.

He wiped his mouth and looked at the stage in the banquet hall. Chen Hua and the producer came to the stage to give speeches one after another, counting the details of life one by one. Fang Zhixing's expression moved slightly, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Zhong Siyuan paid attention to his reaction, and asked from the side: "Reluctant?"

"A little bit." Fang Zhixing said, "I'm more nostalgic."

Otherwise, you won't catch someone you've liked for six years and haven't forgotten.

Fang Zhixing gave Zhong Siyuan a pestle: "Hey, you sang a song at the opening banquet, do you still sing this time?"

Zhong Siyuan simply refused: "I won't sing."

"Director Chen told you not to sing!"

"Do not."

Why are you still so arrogant.

At this moment, Zhong Siyuan lowered his head, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Just for you."

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After the green banquet, Fang Zhixing was completely idle.

The box-sealing performance is imminent, and time waits for no one.

He bravely resisted Zhong Siyuan's power, got up before dawn every day, and didn't go home until late at night. He practiced without touching the ground. If Zhong Siyuan didn't agree, he still planned to live in Qijian for a month.

Zhong Siyuan was afraid that he would dance to death, so every night before going to bed, he would grab him to loosen his muscles and make Fang Zhixing very comfortable.

He could feel that Fang Zhixing was a bit repulsive to the entertainment industry, and he also saw that he had no interest in filming and being an actor. This person has had a dream of dancing since he was a child, and everything he does is for this.

Fang Zhixing also made it clear to him that the reason for accepting the filming of online dramas was for money, and the reason for getting the money was to attract investment for Seven Ships.

He opened his mouth and kept talking about Seven Fleets, obviously taking this as his job.

Zhong Siyuan rubbed Fang Zhixing's legs and asked, "Do you have a goal in attracting investment?"

"No." Fang Zhixing closed his eyes and shook his head, "I don't know any investors. I guess someone will come to me after the box-sealing performance is over."

Zhong Siyuan didn't say much, he has been busy with the music production of online dramas recently, and he also leaves early and returns late.

He looked at Fang Zhixing's tired face, kissed the corner of his lips lovingly, hugged him into his arms and fell asleep.

The next day, Fang Zhixing went to the Seventh Ship to practice dancing as usual.

Zhong Siyuan drove him to the entrance of the theater and said, "If I finish today, I will pick you up early, and you will wait for me in the theater."

Fang Zhixing unfastened his seat belt, kissed Zhong Siyuan on the face, and said happily in English: "KISSGOODBYE."

Then he flew away as briskly as a goose.

Zhong Siyuan has been watching him enter the door, his eyes are full of love.

A total of twelve dances were performed to seal the box, and it took a whole day from morning to night, and no one in the troupe could escape.

Fang Zhixing practiced until noon without drinking a sip of water. After a short break for half an hour after eating, he called everyone to continue dancing. The young Tong Xin in the group went to the bathroom and came back to report: "The rehearsal of the Peony Pavilion is almost over, are we going to grab the table? "

A dance drama takes 1-2 hours, but there is only one stage. If you want to go on stage and practice, you can only rely on fighting.

Fang Zhixing rushed over decisively with his men and horses, chased and intercepted them all the way, and even joined two teams: "You guys have rehearsed several times! We have never been on the stage once, so let's talk about the morals of the world!"

More than a dozen people crouched under the stage, blocking the airtightness behind them. After about twenty minutes, the Peony Pavilion finally finished dancing, and Fang Zhixing was the first to jump up. The scene was once very chaotic.

In the end, the peacock group successfully occupied the high ground and won two hours of rehearsal time.

Before the start of the dance, Fang Zhixing changed his usual joking style and became serious: "This is the first rehearsal of the "Peacock Princess" I brought on stage, which is different from the usual practice room. My own deficiencies and problems, movements, facial expressions, rhythm, footsteps, and positioning, you are allowed to make mistakes now, but you have to correct them for me when you step off the stage, and when the box is sealed for the performance, my requirement is 100% perfection."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhixing clapped his hands twice as a signal, and everyone stood still in their positions.

After getting ready, the stage music started. Everyone wore the most common practice uniforms. There were no fancy clothes, and there were no audiences off the stage, but the expressions on everyone's faces were very vivid, as if they had been integrated into the music.

This peacock dance team is led by Fang Zhixing. It was established last year after the performance was sealed. What to do, the hazy consideration has not yet taken shape, but at this moment there is already a definite goal.

The lights on the stage were dazzling, and Fang Zhixing stretched his body and danced to the music. He was completely immersed in the world of dance drama, and he didn't even notice a person appeared in the dim auditorium.

"Peacock Princess" is 90 minutes long, and the rehearsal is also accurate.

After the last movement, Fang Zhixing supported his knees and panted heavily, sweat raining down from the tip of his hair.

The actors were exhausted and paralyzed, and fell to the ground with no image. Fang Zhixing stood for 2 minutes, calling for people to go back to the practice room to make room for the rehearsal team behind.

Leaving the stage one after another, Fang Zhi walked in the last, and asked first when entering the practice room: "How do you feel about dancing?"

Everyone was not paralyzed on the stage, and went back to the practice room to paralyze again. You said your feelings one by one.

Fang Zhixing twisted a bottle of mineral water, leaned on the handle and listened quietly. Just as he was about to make a summary, the door of the practice room was knocked open: "Zhixing, there is a man looking for you outside."

male?What time is it, and Zhong Siyuan's work is over?

He turned around and said, "It's been hard work today, everyone should rest for half an hour."

After going out, Fang Zhixing asked, "Where is he?"

"In the reception room."

Fang Zhixing walked towards the reception room, feeling bored, Zhong Siyuan came and went directly to the practice room to find him, why did he use the uploading microphone.

He was speechless, because before the door was fully opened, the words had already come out: "Why don't you just find me..."

However, when Fang Zhixing saw the people in the reception room clearly, the muscles all over his body suddenly became stiff and tense, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

That is a human instinctive defense response when encountering danger.

In front of the window of the reception room, a tall man in a suit and leather shoes stood with his back. The blinds were drawn, and the man's long and powerful fingers flicked a piece down. The light from the window crossed his smoky eyes, casting a thin layer of fog.Hearing the sound, the man let go of his hand, and the moment the light and shadow faded, he turned around slowly.

It was a face that could be described as refined and modest, and his eyes were full of dust. It could be seen that he was old, and the fine lines at the end of the eyes were clearly visible, but he did not show his old appearance. Those traces of age made him more plump. God handsome.

When the visitor saw Fang Zhixing, he smiled softly, opened his lips and called softly, "Zhixing."

That is a sentence in Korean.

The cold doorknob became Fang Zhixing's life-saving straw. He held it tightly and felt the pores on his back explode with the sound reaching his ears. Tiny shudders crawled all over his skin. He was uncontrollably threatened by fear. .

He is afraid.

"I haven't seen you for more than four years. How are you?" The man asked politely. "I was invited to record a show in China. I thought of you, so I came to see you."

With that said, he took a step forward.

"do not come!"

Fang Zhixing took a step back and stood in the corridor: "Stand there and don't move!"

The theater corridor is not empty, there are practice rooms on the left and right, and people pass by from time to time.He shouted a little loudly, and a head poked out from the next door: "Zhixing? What are you yelling about?"

Fang Zhixing was shocked suddenly, realizing that what he blurted out just now was also in Korean.

He twitched the corners of his mouth without a smile, and said in a cover-up: "It's okay, you can continue practicing."

Then he took a deep breath, as if he had stepped into a point of no return, he resolutely entered the reception room as if he was going to die, and closed the door behind his back.

The visitor was none other than Kim Yoo-hee, the president of South Korea's GPO who broke the news on Weibo a few days ago that he will come to China to record a variety show for trainees.

Kim Yoo-hee smiled at Fang Zhixing, and in order to show that he would not go there, he pulled the stool in front of him and sat down.

Fang Zhixing pressed against the door panel, feeling his palms were sweating, fear forced his Adam's apple to tremble, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "What are you doing here?"

Kim Yoo-hee looked at Fang Zhixing in harmony, like an elder looking at his favorite child: "I have been here for a while, and you were dancing on the stage. Maybe you didn't notice, but I was sitting in the auditorium." He paused All of a sudden, the charming eyes narrowed slightly, as if reminiscing about the white peacock swaying on the stage, and then said, "Your dance is still so beautiful."

A wave of revulsion came over him, and Fang Zhixing even had a strong desire to vomit. When he got off the stage, his face was flushed with sweat, but now he was pale, and he didn't even dare to look at Kim Yoo Hee's face.

Fragmentary pictures flashed before his eyes, and Kim Yoo-hee's expression was suddenly full of nostalgia: "Zhixing, you once said that you would not dance for me again, did you break your promise just now?"

"Fuck you."

Fang Zhixing cursed in Chinese, then switched back to Korean, and he said in fear, "I didn't dance for you."

After hearing this, Kim Yoo-hee looked at him with the doting eyes of an elder, and smiled warmly, as if he was talking to his own rebellious child: "The door is open to welcome guests, and I am the audience when I come in. Your dance is not for Did the audience dance?"

His words were peaceful and elegant, but Fang Zhixing felt harsh for no reason, and even his temples twitched.He didn't want to waste any more words, and said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Kim Yoo Hee's eyes. He didn't know what he thought of. He completely ignored Fang Zhixing's resistance and displeasure. He leaned back relaxed and said, "I want to record a program in China and select trainees. I’m not familiar with the place here, and the program team doesn’t have any acquaintances, so it’s a bit boring. Why don’t you come and accompany me? I’ll ask them to replace the dance instructor, and you can replace me.”

This invitation is undoubtedly full of temptation for any newcomer who has just become popular.

But Fang Zhixing just opened the door without any hesitation and said, "No, let's go."

An inexplicable stalemate spread silently in one of the reception rooms. The atmosphere should be weird, but because of Kim Yoo Hee's overly composed expression, the tense atmosphere was abruptly brought down to a near harmonious level.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Kim Yoo-hee's mouth, as if he took the refusal into consideration. After a long silence, he slowly stood up from his seat, and walked out the door with his head held high.

Fang Zhixing hid half of his body behind the door, and felt a dull pain in his knees just by feeling Kim Yoo Hee approaching step by step.

However, Kim Yoo Hee stopped beside him.

If the heart would automatically warn, then Fang Zhixing's siren had already exploded at this moment. He grabbed the door and hid even more behind the door.

The old man didn't move, he turned his head slightly, and the lines in the corners of his eyes turned to Fang Zhixing with his movements. Those wrinkles were intended to add to him and make him look polite.

"Ah, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you." Kim Yoo Hee said unhurriedly, not as if he had forgotten it at all, but more like he made a careful calculation and came here without warning, just for this moment.He lowered his voice very softly, and said leisurely, "Your uncle came to see me and asked me for 50."

Fang Zhixing's hand on the door frame suddenly clenched, and his knuckles turned pale in an instant.His eyes widened suddenly, a strong sense of humiliation forced his face and neck to blush in an instant.His teeth clenched together and he couldn't speak at all.

Kim Yoo Hee gave him a gentle smile, and lifted two fingers in a relaxed manner, which was his usual gesture when saying goodbye: "The money has arrived."

He left leisurely with Fang Zhixing's gradually dead face, the city was still raining, the assistant waiting at the gate of Seventh Ship put a black cashmere coat on Kim Yoo Hee, he held up a black umbrella, and walked slowly steps.

The poster of Fang Zhixing Yuji was pasted at the door of the Seventh Ship, with bright and colorful makeup, red dance clothes, the color was secretive and seductive, and the naked/naked skin showed firm chest muscles.

Kim Yoo-hee looked back, slightly raised the umbrella and glanced at it lightly, then smiled and sat in the car parked by the side of the road.

With a distance of one car behind him, Zhong Siyuan, who was just about to get off the car, paused, his gaze slowly moved from him to the poster at the door, and he stared at it for a long time as if he was in a state of concentration.