The top traffic hits the face again [Entertainment]

Today's headlines: The popular little fresh meat appeared in the Beer King Contest, and the scene of alcoholism was hot!

"Bai Su, do you know how many scandals this month is yours? No. 12!" The manager on the other end of the phone was obviously furious and was about to turn into yelling.

"Twelve, I can't count them with one hand. Robbery, fighting, drinking... Are you completely planning to let yourself go?"

"I don't know how much it costs just to remove popular searches. The company only revolves around you?"

The object of the accusation on the phone was lying on the sofa, looking half asleep.

This person is very handsome, with delicate skin, delicate features, light lips, indifferent and lazy eyes, and a sense of restraint and world-weariness that is popular nowadays.In addition, his waist is thin and his legs are slender, it seems that even the single sofa can't fit his whole body, so his white and shapely calves are dangling outside.

Now the popular little fresh meat Bai Su on the headlines is the master in front of him.

He debuted for two years and didn't have many works, but his fans blew up his rainbow farts. What kind of high-end, world-weary beauty, his face is overwhelming in advertisements.

Obviously he is a mournful and lazy dead house, but he is suddenly blown into a lazy person who is left behind in the world. This is the power of appearance and marketing.

"I said it wasn't me," Bai Su's voice was steady, without the slightest emotion. "I was home yesterday."

The voice on the manager's phone became more and more annoyed: "It's not you? The picture on the news is the devil?"

Bai Su nodded indifferently: "Yesterday was the Ghost Festival, so maybe my ancestors came out to do some activities?"

He only heard a loud bang on the other side of the phone, and he didn't know what was thrown by him.

The agent was obviously a little unscrupulous: "I didn't make you popular, I didn't ask you to cause trouble for me. Are you stupid by fans? Without marketing, without traffic, what are you—"

Such words have been said more than once in the past two months, but Bai Su always looks neither salty nor bland.

This time there seemed to be no surprises.

"You market me for money, and I let you market for money. It's a purely profit relationship. It doesn't need to be so complicated." Bai Su stated lightly. "It hurts the liver. I don't want to talk to people who are not clear-headed. It will take time and effort. You can calm down first."

After saying this, he pressed the phone without the slightest nostalgia.

Bai Su has three fears in his life: fear of being tired, fear of being entangled, and fear of trouble. Talking to the manager is a trouble, and what happened recently is even more trouble.

#白宿食酒# has already been ranked in the top few, according to his popularity, it probably won't take long to reach No.1.

Bai Su scratched his fluffy hair, and he also opened the trending search to watch a video on the top.

At the beginning of the video, there is a profile of Bai Su, who seems to be in a dark bar, crowded in a crowd, drinking beer with his head up, and the drink that he didn't have time to swallow trickled down his Adam's apple, into the mouth. Inside the T-shirt, a large piece of fabric was soaked.

The colorful lights and shadows of the bar were mottled on his face, and the voices of people around him were booing one after another, calling his name one after another.

His eyes were sober, without a trace of drunkenness, and he was even staring at the camera, as if he was looking at someone.

It is conceivable that the comment area has become a gathering place for Bai Su Hei.

[Idols really don't have any professional ethics at all now, drinking heavily in public, what kind of impact will it have on teenagers. 】

[I still don't understand why he is so popular, it's fine if he doesn't get good looks, his character is not good, he's prolific in scandals like a sow, are his fans crazy? 】

【@白宿，come out and get beaten】

Of course, there are also comments criticizing him, and it will probably become popular soon.

Scrolling down, there are still a lot of recent scandals about him in the comments. As the agent said, street fights, suspected robberies, troubles everywhere... are all real hammers with pictures and videos.

In the past two months, his personality has almost completely collapsed, and the number of people who have turned from fan to black has almost reached the point of being ridiculed by the entire Internet.

But there is only one thing, Bai Su is very clear: None of these things were done by himself.

There seems to be another him in this world, strutting around, even though the company is trying to publicize, and even looking for traces of the other party.

But there was no news.

Now even the company has died down, giving up the explanation, and just want to wait for this storm to pass.

While Bai Su was thinking, the phone in his hand vibrated again.

It's his agent again.

Bai Su pressed the call button, and the voice on the other side did calm down a lot, and he stopped mentioning news and trending searches: "Bai Su, prepare yourself, there will be a dinner later."

"Dining?"

"The male number two of "The Prosperous Age", the other party wants to replace you."

This is a drama he has been waiting for. The production is huge, and he even spared half a year's schedule for it.

"The investor means that, given your current situation, you are no longer suitable for this role." The broker's voice was very cold, even with a hint of mockery. "Come here now, you can still seize the opportunity."

Two months ago, he would never have proposed such an arrangement.

But looking at it now, Bai Su's scandals are full of scandals, and it seems that this one is not bad.He would like to see if this bent and depraved posture will be so calm.

"Bai Su, you still have a good face." He reminded.

Bai Su was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

The manager's voice was suddenly cold and harsh: "Bai Su, it's not a question of whether you are interested or not, it's that you have to come."

"Your black material can't be washed away. You can only disappear for a while, so you can get this movie. After the filming is over, you still have room to operate."

Bai Su's thoughts were extremely clear, and he was silent for a moment: "Then let's terminate the contract."

"...What?" The manager didn't seem to hear clearly. "What did you say?"

"I said terminate the contract," Bai Su repeated. "If you can't clean the black material, there is no room for manipulation, so let's terminate the contract."

"I will find a professional to contact you," Bai Su said. "As for the dinner, you can go by yourself."

"Bai Su! Are you fucking crazy?" the manager screamed.

Bai Su hung up the phone again, dragged the person into the blacklist, and put an end to all troubles.

He is not crazy, if he really followed his arrangement, he would never be able to get out in this life.

Before becoming an artist, one has to be a good person first, he is not doing things on the Internet, he knows it in his heart.

But for the dinner, if he agreed, it would really be over.

Can't wash it?

He flipped through the videos on his phone over and over again, jumped up from the bed, grabbed his coat and put it on his body: He couldn't believe it, it wasn't something he did, so why couldn't it be cleaned?

**

Bai Su parked the car on the side of the road, put on a hat and mask, and pulled up the collar of his coat, and walked into the bar with his head down.

Now this place has been occupied by fans and media who heard the news, and they all seem to be looking for traces of "Bai Su".

"Leave early, and leave after winning the game bonus." The bar owner repeated again and again. "Yes, it's Bai Su, I saw that face in the advertisement yesterday, it's not bad at all..."

Facing the reporter's microphone, he described it with joy and vividness.

With so many people, that counterfeit should not stay in the main hall, has he really left?

Bai Su calmly squeezed through the crowd and walked inside.

When passing through a private room, amidst the loud music, a subtle and faint sound was caught.

"Brother, you can't blame me for this, it's you who asked for the beating."

Bai Su's footsteps stopped suddenly.

The voice was all too familiar.

It was his own voice, although it was different from what he usually heard.

He turned his head and stared at the opaque private room door on the right: it came from here.

Without hesitation, Bai Su pushed the door open.

Inside, there was a man lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his description was miserable. He looked like he had been beaten well.

There is one more person standing.

is himself.

The same delicate eyebrows and eyes, but there is a careless banter on that face.

He stepped on the man with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He was holding a handful of banknotes in his hand and counting them one by one. When he heard the movement at the door, he suddenly looked up.

The moment he saw Bai Su, he slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. The arc of his smile was brilliant and presumptuous, and his eyes swept up and down his body, adding a little inexplicable expression.

"You finally found me."

He said.