All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

Fang Huai did not expect to meet the city management.

He didn't have time to get more than half of the money he earned as a performer, so he put on his bag and ran away.Fortunately, he grew up in the mountains, and his physical endurance is very good. He went around in circles with the urban management team and managed to escape within ten minutes.

He wiped his sweat, took out a small cloth bag, and counted the money.

All the net worth, a total of 25 yuan and [-] cents.

"...Not enough." He thought sullenly.

Gotta make some money.

No matter how much you perform as a performer, you might meet city management, how do you make money?

Fang Huai shifted his gaze and saw the construction site not far away.Tall buildings rose slowly behind, and people wearing yellow hard hats walked through the construction site like dots.

Fang Huai: "No."

Moving bricks……

Seems good.

Two hours later, Fang Huai received the day's wages from the contractor and left the construction site.

The purpose of Fang Huai's coming to the city is not just to live.besides……

——"You have to stand tall, be seen by many people, and be liked by many people." When Fang Jianguo passed away, he said such a sentence.

He was not interested in becoming the person Fang Jianguo expected.The relationship between the two is very different from the words "grandfather and grandson harmony". In Fang Huai's eyes, Fang Jianguo is just a weird old man who has no friends and talks to himself.

The LED advertising screen on the side of the road is playing the recruitment video of "Stellar Light".

This show is in the preparatory period, the audition contestants are called, the publicity is in full swing, there are billboards everywhere, so Fang Huai watched it three or four times along the way.

And the slogan of "Stellar Light" is 'Do you want to stand tall and touch the light of the stars? '.

Fang Huai stood by the side of the road, with dust on the tip of his nose from moving bricks. He raised his head and read these words back and forth for a long time.

After half an hour.

On the fourth floor of Starlight Entertainment Building, the on-site registration point for trainees of "Stellar Light".

Fang Huai knocked on the door, and sat down on the chair after getting the answer.Li Chunfang, a staff member, lowered her head and checked Weibo—it was almost five o'clock, and in a few minutes, she would be off work.

"Okay," Li Chunfang exited the Weibo interface and raised her eyes absently, "Young man, what's your name and what talent do you have?"

"Stellar Light" is a variety show under Starlight Entertainment, featuring singing and dancing idols.But now most of the registrations are done online, and a registration point was set up symbolically, but very few people came——Li Chunfang met three people all day long, including the person in front of her.

Fang Huai sat on pins and needles.

"My name is Fang Huai. I can," he thought for a while, then said, "I can sing."

Li Chunfang stared at his face for a long time, and after a while, she belatedly showed some surprised expressions.

This face is very rare.

The bones are also a little bit better, although he is a little dusty because of the rush, but the clean handsomeness is still directly revealed.Fang Huai's skin is fair and delicate, with a good foundation, the corners of his lips are naturally smiling, and the corners of his slightly drooping eyes are innocent and revealing a bit of rebellion.

Li Chunfang is in this business, and she has seen countless beautiful skins, but there are only a handful of people who can reach this level without makeup and without plastic surgery.This face is not only good-boned, but also very malleable. It is a natural star face that God enjoys eating.Moreover, Fang Huai's temperament is very special.

There is an indescribable smell, very clean and comfortable.

Li Chunfang sat up straight slowly, and said, "Okay, you can sing a few lines for me."

Fang Huai hummed.

He cleared his throat, and still sang the song he was most familiar with—that is, the song "Zai Zai Chang Gao Song" he composed.He originally wanted to sing in dialect, but suddenly remembered that his dialect was so remote that few people understood it.After all, this is a "selection", so Fang Huai temporarily changed the lyrics to Mandarin and filled in the lyrics impromptu, but the lyrics have nothing to do with "Zai Zai".

Therefore, what he sang this time was not as smooth and natural as he sang when he was performing arts.

But this time, when he finished singing, Li Chunfang's reaction was extremely strange.

"You wrote this yourself?" she asked a little funny.

Fang Huai nodded without knowing it.

Li Chunfang let out an 'oh' with a long voice, and asked him, "Young man, are you Lin Rui's fan?"

Fang Huai: "?"

Li Chunfang glanced at him up and down, her eyes became clear: "I even imitated the costume quickly, which is quite in place. Don't tell me, the singing is really a little bit similar-but the lyrics are different. The ones are still stuttering, so the sound is still passable.”

Fang Huai: "...?"

He said honestly: "I made this up. Who is Lin Rui? I don't know."

He still struggled to understand Li Chunfang's words.

...how can people be 'fans'?

"Oh, why don't you bully your aunt on Weibo?" Li Chunfang waved her hand, "I'm about to get off work too, you can go."

"What about signing up?" Fang Huai was startled.

"It's time, today's registration deadline, come back tomorrow." Li Chunfang said absently.

She herself is Lin Rui's mother fan, and she also watched Lin Rui's live broadcast this afternoon.I had some affection for this young man at first, but now it's gone.

Li Chunfang stood up, pushed Fang Huai out the door, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "Young man, listen to Auntie's advice, don't always think about taking other people's things for yourself, and go your own way."

Fang Huai was a little confused, and said 'oh'.

Looking back, he explained:

"I didn't—" wanting to take other people's things for myself.

Snapped.

The door closed before his eyes.

"I didn't," he was silent for a moment, knocked on the door, and said, "I didn't steal anything from others, I made up the song myself."

In the empty corridor, no one heard this sentence.

But he stubbornly finished the sentence completely, then let out a light breath, turned around and walked out of the building.

It was already night when he came out of the office building of Starlight Entertainment.Before looking for a place to stay tonight, Fang Huai planned to have dinner first.

He entered a convenience store, picked out biscuits with a price of '3.99 yuan', and went to check out.

Clerk: "WeChat or Alipay?"

She couldn't help but look at Fang Huai twice, especially at that face.

Fang Huai said, "Cash."

After all, he took out an old cloth bag and counted out a dozen coins from it. There were even nine out-of-print one-cent coins, and the sum was exactly three yuan and ninety-nine cents.

Shop clerk: "..."

Meanwhile, on the road outside the convenience store.

The Maybach stopped quietly, and the secretary came down and opened the door of the back seat. The custom-made leather shoes stepped on the ordinary concrete road, which seemed a bit out of place.

Fang Huai bit the biscuit packaging bag, counted the money neatly, put it in a small cloth bag, and walked out the door.

The automatic doors of the convenience store slid open on both sides.

As soon as he walked out the door, Fang Huai was taken aback and his steps faltered.

——Under the street lamp, a man stood silently.

He's tall and wears a tailored suit that looks like he's just come off a press conference.There was a whitish light on his shoulders, his appearance was as handsome as a god, his imposing manner was powerful, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

That pair of black eyes that were soaked in frost and snow, as deep as a cold pool, fell on Fang Huai indifferently.

At the same time, in a nightclub in Xincheng District, Nanshi City.

This nightclub focuses on high-end services and absolute privacy, and many public figures like to come.The lights are dim, and people are sitting in small groups shaking dice and drinking, but they are not very presumptuous.

But Feng Lang lacked interest today, not only did he not join the game, he was even absent-mindedly playing with his phone from the moment he sat down.

"Feng Yingdi, don't spoil the fun," another producer who occasionally played with persuaded him, "Come on, let's have a drink."

"Well," Feng Lang swiped the phone repeatedly, his eyes half-downcast, his light-colored eyes were full of laziness, "Okay, you feed me?"

An elegant and lazy voice sounded in a low voice, with a catchy ending that made people's ears tingle.

The dim light from the bar fell on the corners of his eyes and brows. His profile was deep, his porcelain white skin, and his amber-like light-colored eyes made him look like a decadent and lingering sick nobleman in the middle ages.

"Don't be gay," the producer rubbed his arms and handed him the wine glass, "here."

Feng Lang didn't take it with his hands, he simply lowered his head and bit the rim of the glass, took the wine glass, and then swiped his phone.

He changed his posture, with his long legs flaring up, two shirt buttons undone, revealing his collarbone and a small piece of firm chest.He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. When he was half lying on the sofa, his shirt was gathered along the graceful waistline, forming an imaginative arc.

Feng Lang tilted his head slightly, tilting the wine glass containing the liquid, his eyes still staring at the phone.

Producer: "Tsk."

The light golden wine touched the corners of Feng Lang's lips, and it was the same color as his eyes. He had such a lazy and sexy look, drinking any wine casually seemed to be filming a restricted-rated blockbuster, and every strand of hair was in it tease.

Not at all like a serious actor.

If it weren't for knowing the other party's true background, the producer would have the urge to rule him out.

"I'm so surprised," the producer leaned over to look at his screen, "what's the fun with a phone?"

He thought that Feng Lang would be chatting with some young model on WeChat, but he didn't expect that Weibo was displayed on his phone - to be precise, it was a video on Weibo.

The pixels are not high, and the video is a bit blurry. It is a teenager in overalls and a T-shirt singing.

The producer looked at it and said 'oh':

"Lin Rui, have you taken a fancy to him?"

Feng Lang, who had been staring at the phone all the time, raised his eyelids casually when he heard this sentence, revealing a pair of lazy and sexy eyes.

Feng Lang bit the goblet, paused, held the wine glass in his hand, and asked lazily:

"Who is Lin Rui?"

"That's it," the producer pointed to his mobile phone, "Isn't this the video of Lin Rui running out to perform this afternoon, wait..."

He scanned Feng Lang up and down, and asked suspiciously: "The two tags on the hot search are right next to each other. People all over the country know that the little brother busker is Lin Rui. You read Weibo for half an hour, Just watched this video?"

At the same time, the progress bar of the video came to an end, Feng Lang casually pulled the progress bar back to the beginning and played it in a loop.

Feng Lang shrugged: "Yes, I like this video."

"Lin Rui is lucky," the producer said. "He became famous because of this video. The PD of "Stellar Light" intends to invite him to be a judge."

While talking, he found Lin Rui's photo on Weibo and showed it to Feng Lang:

"Look, it's this young man."

Feng Lang casually glanced at the photo and laughed:

"not him."

"Huh?" The producer was stunned.

"A showman," Feng Lang stretched out his knuckle index finger and dangled it in the air, took a Pizza from the table and bit it, "It's not him."

"He said it himself..."

While talking, the producer looked at Lin Rui's Weibo.

The latest one was posted a few hours ago, forwarding a fan's Weibo, just one word:

"Lin Rui V who is losing weight: Shhh. @林瑞的小喜剧: I guess, this little brother with superpowers who is a performer is my Ruirui, right? How can you be so cute, Ruirui! [Video]."

And the comment section is surprisingly harmonious.

【Cute beyond standard!I announce that Lin Rui is marrying me today! 】

【Powder】

[Lin Ruirui, please release an album, please, mom won't allow you to bury your good voice like this again! 】

[Singing is too nice, isn't it? !The fairy sings]

【Excuse me, are you still a performer? I'm just squatting here】

[May I ask if this super power is born with it, or will it be issued by the state? ! 】

The producer looked around casually, and suddenly there was a notification sound, it was a Weibo follower posting a new Weibo notification.

And the new Weibo post just half a minute ago was actually posted by Feng Lang.yes--

"Feng Lang V: Guessed wrong @林瑞的小喜儿: I guess, this little brother with superpowers who is a performer is my Ruirui, right? How can you be so cute, Ruirui! [Video]."

Producer:"……"

The original po's "Lin Rui's little cutie" Weibo was the one that first put the tag "Lin Rui is a little brother with superpowers" on the hot searched Weibo.

As soon as Feng Lang finished retweeting, Weibo started frantically prompting new news, and he pressed the screen to turn off the screen at will.

As for Weibo, after Feng Lang finished reposting Weibo, it was quiet for two seconds, and then exploded.