What should I do if I personally disassembled my fan's CP! [Entertainment]

Zhuang Yan buried his head in the bed and looked at his phone. After waiting for a long time, the other party didn't reply. After throwing a big thunder, he ran away without looking back.

He was so annoying, he couldn't force Xu Qixing, and he couldn't keep everything in the dark, so he poked Zheng Ge in front of him and asked him.

He could only lift the quilt and turned over to sit up, dialed the phone to Dai Yue, and Dai Yue picked up the phone after it rang twice.

Dai Yue: "When you are a couple, talk quickly if you have something to say."

Zhuang Yan frowned and asked, "Brother Zheng, have you told me anything recently? For example, my next arrangements."

Dai Yue whispered a few words to the people next to him, and then suddenly said: "Are you a fortune teller? You, he told me at night that you would know in a while. He said he asked you to do me a favor, and I will be a guest later. "

Zhuang Yan came up with a stomach full of anger. He bowed his head to beg for help first, so he didn't complain about what he did this way.

Others may be happy to spend money on TV, but he just doesn't like it, doesn't like to socialize with fake smiles, and doesn't like to show himself to the public.

Zhuang Yan suppressed his temper and did not anger Dai Yue, but his words were inevitably angry: "Am I just in kindergarten, arrange for me to find a guardian for me without telling me first?"

Dai Yue heard that he was upset, so she got up and walked a little further before coaxing him: "Don't be angry, I didn't promise him for you, I want to discuss it with you tomorrow."

Zhuang Yan: "There's no need for tomorrow, just help me refuse today."

Knowing that he was stubborn, Dai Yue sighed, and said to him calmly: "I'm not helping him, so you should cool yourself down first. Think about it, isn't it a good thing?"

Zhuang Yan said stiffly: "I don't know how to flatter."

Dai Yue gave him an analysis: "When I asked you why you wanted to be a screenwriter, you said it was to protect your own story from beginning to end in the future, but think about it, it is so easy for you to survive in this line of work and have the right to speak." ?"

Zhuang Yan didn't speak.

Dai Yue: "But you are good-looking, and you might become famous after the show is aired. You can start running Weibo and the like while the iron is hot. People who like you and your books will gather together. When the time comes, the quality of your books will make you more popular." Wouldn't it be better together?"

Zhuang Yan: "But I don't want to rely on these..."

Dai Yue interrupted him: "You are too idealistic. You hope that readers like you just because you like your books. You hope that you don't have to do all the things you don't understand, like, or are not good at, but who can live like that?" Easy."

Zhuang Yan hung up the phone silently, sat on the bed and hugged the quilt for a while.

He felt that what Dai Yue said made sense, he was quite hypocritical.He wants something from this world, but he seems to be content with whatever comes his way, but he is actually unwilling to give in, but his grades are not enough to support his bones, and he is not qualified to be picky about the opportunities presented by fate.

He thought, always try to embarrass yourself.

Zhuang Yan sent Dai Yue: [Then can you not pick up the horse under my pseudonym. ]

Dai Yue replied ruthlessly: [Brother Zheng said that the promotional materials are ready. ]

Zhuang Yan threw the phone aside, sighed, pulled the quilt over his face and fell back.

Brother Zheng called him the next day to tell him about this matter, and he had already digested himself to be able to say "no trouble" and "very honored" in a few words.

After the entertainment was over, he was so sad that he opened the electronic notebook sent by Zheng Ge, his eyes widened and he saw that there was a swimsuit link behind, Zhuang Yan squeezed the muscles on his stomach that had been sluggish for many years at home.He couldn't help but twist his head, and began to think about whether it would be feasible to make abdominal muscles with waterproof cosmetics, and whether it would disappear after a swim.

What a joke!His two or three horses are about to be ripped off. Can he tolerate being on TV with a shriveled body like a white chicken?

Zhuang Yan is the kind of person who is embarrassed and wants to die again and again. It is conceivable that this kind of dark history will run through his family gathering topics and friends' joking topics. Pulling off his shirt and seeing his waist and abdomen, it is an unpleasant topic that can be associated with it!

A few days later, when Xu Qixing saw Zhuang Yan again, Zhuang Yan was discussing styling with the fashion teacher.

The clothing teacher was a girl, and she carried a big box. Zhuang Yan hurriedly reached out to pick it up. The clothing teacher handed it over and said, "Be careful, it's all clothes, it's heavy."

Zhuang Yan accepted it with a promise, but he couldn't hold it anymore after a few steps, so he hurriedly pushed the box with his legs before staggeringly putting the box on the table next to him.

He worked out hard every day this week, his whole body was sore, his arms and legs seemed to be soaked in a vinegar vat, so sore that he had no strength.

Xu Qixing didn't intend to take the initiative to fight, but he was surprised to see this scene.Last time Zhuang Yan was so drunk that he could carry it, but now he can't even lift a suitcase, and he can't carry it on his shoulders or hands.

He walked in quite curiously and asked, "What's the matter, is this a character design made by the show crew for you? The intellectuals are gentle and gentle and weak like Liu Fufeng?"

Qian Duobao didn't come for the first two episodes of recording, and Meng Jin went back and forth to go wrong, so he came here this time worried.When I saw this, I thought it was very interesting, and praised Zhuang Yan: "Get used to it early, and save yourself from filming and then forgetting. It's like acting, and it's not easy."

Zhuang Yan smiled wryly: "Brother Qian was joking, I just want some soy sauce, I just got tired from exercising these two days, and my arms are sore."

Qian Duobao was originally enthusiastic and had a good impression of Zhuang Yan. No one around Xu Qixing neglected him, so he just wanted to give Zhuang Yan a chance.

If I had known whether this service was serious or not, the effect would be like two people.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qixing took a stool and sat down at the door, and said with great interest: "Anyway, I came early today, so I'll take a look too."

Zhuang Yan was very unhappy, but he didn't dare to rush out, so he could only bite the bullet and took the clothes handed over by the fashion teacher into the fitting room.

This set is sporty, the hooded green sweater is made of unknown material, it is fluffy, and the gray sweatpants are also easy to wear.

Zhuang Yan put it on in three or five strokes, but when he thought of so many people outside the fitting room waiting for him to change clothes, he felt as if he was as smart as Nikki-Dress.

Taking two deep breaths, Zhuang Yan pushed open the door and walked out. He stood awkwardly among a group of people, allowing them to look up and down, turning around from time to time.

Before others could speak, Xu Qixing shook his head first: "This set of students is angry, and it does not conform to the image of intellectuals."

The clothing teacher also felt that he was not satisfied, so he chose a pink casual suit for him.

Looking at the pink and tender color, Zhuang Yan couldn't describe it in words. He resigned himself to going back and changed it again. When he came out again, the costume teacher's glasses lit up: "This set is not bad. Zhuang Yan is white enough to hold the pink color. It's a bit flirtatious." The meaning of genius."

Xu Qixing didn't speak, but frowned and stared at Zhuang Yan.The clothing teacher noticed it, and really felt that today's job was not as easy as imagined, so he resigned himself to his fate and picked out a classic white shirt and black trousers and handed it to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan came out after changing, but Xu Qixing's chair was empty.

He thought he had seen enough of the young master's dress-up game, and went back to get down to business, so he hurriedly asked the costume teacher: "I think this set is pretty good, what do you think?"

Just as the clothing teacher was about to happily reach an agreement with Zhuang Yan, Xu Qixing pushed the door open again and came in, carrying a burgundy silk shirt with crane pattern in his hand. After seeing the appearance of Zhuang Yan's white shirt for two seconds, he put his hand Throwing the shirt in his arms into his arms: "Try this shirt on."

Zhuang Yansheng looked at the clothing teacher disinterestedly, hoping that the clothing teacher would show some courage in his profession, make a decision as soon as possible, and pull the progress bar of this game to 100%.

But the clothing teacher looked at him helplessly, and ruthlessly stood in the opposite camp: "Just go and try."

Zhuang Yan had nowhere to ask for help, so he could only change into it obediently. The moment he pushed the door and walked out, he felt that he saw the surprise in Xu Qixing's eyes.

The clothing teacher walked around Zhuang Yan a few times in amazement. Xu Qixing's size was a little too big for Zhuang Yan, and the silk shirt had a first-class drape. It has a cool and coquettish taste, with the temptation of abstinence.

Xu Qixing expressed his satisfaction. He walked towards Zhuang Yan, and before Zhuang Yan could react, he took off Zhuang Yan's tortoiseshell glasses and replaced them with another pair of gold-rimmed glasses with two thin chains hanging down. go up.

As soon as Zhuang Yan's glasses were taken away, his eyes were blurred. He was a little bit annoyed at Xu Qixing and said, "Give it back to me!"

Not only did Xu Qixing not return him, but he stretched out his hand to push his bangs up and pressed him on his head, and stood back to admire him, nodding in satisfaction: "You look like a gentle scum after looking at it this way."

The costume teacher was also very excited: "This is good, this is good! Just dress like this."

Zhuang Yan's head was slightly lifted by Xu Qixing's pressure, feeling very uncomfortable, he could only hold Xu Qixing's hanging hand with both hands, while groping for glasses while pulling out from his hand, Xu Qixing's hand was very strong, Zhuang Yan was upright again Then, it will not be picked out for a while.

Zhuang Yan lost his temper, unconvinced and continued to pick. Xu Qixing didn't let go of both hands. At this time, he smiled and bent his face close to Zhuang Yan's raised face, teasing him in a low voice: "Have you touched enough?"