When you are rumored to be gay by black fans[Entertainment]

The Zhuang Banquet is over, and the happiest person is Ying Kun.

Staying in the crew for a few days suffocated him, his character was not able to settle down, and staying for three days was already the limit.

As soon as the film was finished, he couldn't wait to ask: "Can I go?"

Zhuang Yan threw the wet towel into his arms, with the usual expression on his face: "There is another interview."

"Another interview?"

Ying Kun frowned and complained: "Why do you guys spend more time being celebrities than doing business?"

"That's not entertainment."

"Then what did you say?"

Zhuang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth: "If you have to say it, you can treat it as marketing."

"That's not a meaning!"

The director came to Zhuang Yan after watching the clip, and they were all polite words, to the effect of congratulations on the completion.

When he was talking, he glanced at Ying Kun from time to time, a little apprehensive, and left without saying a few words.

Before leaving, I praised him, saying that the performance was very delicate and the progress was getting bigger and bigger.

Zhuang Yan greeted the director with a smile, but couldn't help thinking that practicing in front of the mirror really worked.

Rune State does not lie to me.

He smiled, and was slapped on the forehead by Ying Kun, with a mocking sentence: "What are you laughing at! It's weird!"

"I laughed?"

"Laughed."

Zhuang Yan touched his cheek.

For the past three days, Ying Kun took a bodyguard and sat on the set carelessly. He was more dignified than the director. Everyone knew that he was waiting for the Zhuang banquet.

Now that the Zhuang Banquet is finished, it means that the young master can be sent away. The director is especially happy, and the smile on his face has never disappeared.

After the second interview was over, Zhuang Yan and Si Nan left Yancheng with Ying Kun and Xu Minghang.

It was a very dangerous thing for Zhuang Yan to fly, so Ying Kun directly called and hired two rows of bodyguards, each wearing sunglasses and standing next to Zhuang Yan, blocking him in a circle.

He found it very funny: "Are you sure it won't be more conspicuous?"

Ying Kun directly admitted: "Yes."

Then he said: "So what? No one can touch you."

This makes sense, Zhuang Yan grinned: "Succeed, tomorrow's hot search Lao Tzu has booked, Zhuang Yan Airport is playing big."

Si Nan raised his hand to push his glasses, and wrote down the matter.

So two rows of bodyguards guarded Zhuang Yan and sent him safely to the plane. The airport that had been blocked before was blocked by the bodyguards this time.

He was amused, and turned his head to suggest to Sinan: "I also want such bodyguards, twenty of them."

Sinan didn't raise his head: "The company won't agree."

Zhuang Yan: "..." I guessed it.

"Unless you pay for it yourself."

"Forget it. I don't think a few black fans will cause my life to be in danger. Don't be so alarmist, Sinan."

Zhuang Yan has always been shameless, and Sinan doesn't care about being pushed by him, and quietly looks through the work schedule.

On the plane, Si Nan notified the next work schedule.

"Tomorrow there will be an advertisement endorsement. Go back to the company to sign the contract first, and then go to the endorsement video tomorrow."

Zhuang Yan chewed a candy boredly, and said vaguely: "When did you pick it up? Why didn't I know?"

Si Nan didn't explain much, just said: "When you were filming."

"No wonder you're so busy." Zhuang Yan looked at him in surprise, his eyes were slightly darkened, it seemed that he hadn't had a good rest recently.

He moved his mouth and said a little out of habit, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome, this is my job. I have to be worthy of the double salary I get, and I don't pay all for you. We are working together now, and we are both prosperous and the other is damaged..."

He managed to torment Zhuang Yan's heart.

"Okay! Don't say it! I understand! No thanks! No thanks, okay?"

Simon shut his mouth.

Across the aisle, Ying Kun patted him on the shoulder.

Zhuang Yan turned his head, "Why?"

He pointed to Simon and said with a smile, "Where did you find your assistant?"

"It's not an assistant, it's a broker."

Ying Kun didn't respect Sinan very much inside and out. Zhuang Yan deliberately used these words to raise Sinan's position. Sinan was busy for him, so he couldn't be a target of teasing at Ying Kun's place.

But just after he finished speaking, Sinan argued seriously: "It's an assistant and a manager."

Zhuang Yan: "..." Come on, I can't afford to provoke you.

"Assistant and manager or manager and assistant?" Ying Kun said.

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes," Sinan raised his eyes, the lenses reflected slightly, "It is not professional for an assistant and manager to represent me as a manager, but in fact I am a professional manager, and I applied for the position of manager at the beginning. The assistant just asked the boss casually, and I agreed."

"..."

Zhuang Yan raised his head, leaned against the back of the chair, and said weakly: "So?"

"So, it's a broker and assistant."

Zhuang Yan: "You kill me!"

Sinan usually doesn't talk much, but once his professional knowledge is involved, he will suddenly become a different person, and he will keep talking until the explanation is clear.

Having been together for more than two months, he seldom had such a time, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt particularly empathetic for those who were gasped by his mouth before.

Ying Kun expressed a different opinion, his eyes rolled: "I think...Sinan is right!"

It was the first time he was approved by someone since working with Zhuang Yan, and Sinan smiled and nodded at Ying Kun.

Ying Kun poked Zhuang Yan with his finger, and when Zhuang Yan leaned his ear, he leaned closer and said in a low voice, "It seems that it's not facial paralysis, it's because you have a problem, people don't like to smile at you."

Zhuang Yan thought it was something serious, and after listening to it, he despised himself for thinking that Ying Kun could have something serious, so he slapped Ying Kun on the forehead, "Don't hit me."

Ying Kun was stunned by a slap: "..."

He became angry all of a sudden, and was about to fight Zhuang Yan for three hundred rounds.

He was angry, but when he turned his head, Zhuang Yan leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

……

Forget it.

When we got off the plane, the weather was sunny and sunny. The weather here was not as hot as Yancheng, and the temperature was just right.

Zhuang Yan stretched his waist, "It's comfortable."

Sinan and Zhuang Yan went straight back to the company, and Ying Kun originally wanted to go with them, but was pushed out of the taxi by Zhuang Yan.

Accompanied by a sentence: "Where it is cool, stay there." The car can only smell the tail.

In the taxi, Zhuang Yante lay comfortably on the back seat, his fingers twitched briskly on his legs, and he was in a happy mood: "My car is coming back soon, it's great."

If he didn't mention Sinan, he almost forgot that Zhuang Yan originally had a special car.

There were only the two of them left, and Zhuang Yan's true nature was exposed: "Tell me what kind of life we've been filming for the past two months! Cars, shit! Meals, shit! I don't dare to speak loudly when I'm under the fence."

It's okay for anyone to say that, but Zhuang Yan is not qualified to say that.

"Don't dare", there is no such thing as "dare not" in Zhuang Yan.

The car was owned by the director. Being able to get in close contact with the director and communicating with him along the way made the director have a good impression of him.

Food, you can't say it's a joke, it's managed by the crew, it's good to have food management, and it's not a big name, so there is nothing else to choose.

Si Nan kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, his eyes showed disapproval.

Zhuang Yan was bored, and deliberately forced Si Nan to talk to him: "You think I'm right, too? I don't think I can say this in the company. You go talk to Sister Yang and return the car to me?"

The car was borrowed by Si Nan, although it could not be regarded as a loan, the company requisitioned it and had to borrow it.

It's not wrong for Zhuang Yan to ask Sinan to come back now.

He nodded: "OK."

Zhuang Yan snorted, "Why don't you refute me?"

Simon said, "It's what I should do."

"Come on!"

Zhuang Yan opened the car window a little to let in some air, and said disdainfully: "With your good temper, it's a ghost if you can get it back!"

Since Yang Li took the car away, he didn't plan to return it.

That's not borrowing at all, it's taking, it's depriving Zhuang Yan of his only right.

He didn't have much value left, Yang Li wouldn't consider him at all, and Zhuang Yan really couldn't threaten Yang Li.

Those youngsters are still newcomers, and the company itself is not very prosperous. It is unrealistic to provide special cars for a few newcomers who are about to debut.

Yang Li didn't have that much face, so he put his mind on Zhuang Yan.

She brought the Zhuang Banquet, even if it was for the little friendship in the past, she would save each other's face and would not bring this matter to the public.

If it were anyone, Yang Li could succeed.

But he is Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan is not stingy or stingy, and he is not caring about everything. He just said that he simply hates being used by others, and he doesn't like being a soft bun.

After getting off the car, Zhuang Yan entered the company and went straight to the practice room.

Si Nan followed behind him worriedly.

In the practice room, seven teenage boys were sweating profusely lying on the ground breathing heavily, each of them looked good.

Zhuang Yan pushed open the door and went in, and they immediately stood up cautiously and hurriedly continued to dance.

Seeing who it was, they breathed a sigh of relief, and howled excitedly: "Brother Yan, you're back!"

"When did you come back?"

"Why don't you say hello to us? We'll pick you up!"

Zhuang Yan turned around and closed the door, and said casually, "Come on, you are being trained by the devil every day, how can you have time to go out?"

Luo Chuan let out a "wow": "You know this, brother!"

He curled his lips into a smile, walked a few steps forward and sat across from them, sighed and said, "It's all from this step, how can I not know?"

"Huh?" Luo Chuante stared at him curiously, "Brother Yan, did you train like this before?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't I see you skipping now?"

Immediately, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, covered his mouth, and said apologetically, "Brother, I'm sorry."

It's not that Zhuang Yan stopped dancing, but that he didn't have a chance to dance.

No variety show invited him, let alone a TV station invited him to perform. Whether it was singing or dancing that he trained before, it became unnecessary.

He can still stay in the entertainment industry, relying on the traffic and popularity brought by black fans to endorse some advertisements.

And these endorsed products are not up to the grade, so black fans have new slots every time.

Zhuang Yan was not angry, Luo Chuan was innocent, and his speech was not smooth enough, it was just unintentional.

"It's okay, train well."

Luo Chuan still felt guilty, and frowned at him: "Brother, let me treat you to dinner! I will apologize to you!"

Zhuang Yan wanted to refuse at first, but by a strange coincidence, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

As artists and trainees, they can't eat freely. In order to keep their figure and not gain weight, they can only eat some nutritious meals, which are very light.

Luo Chuan sneaked into Zhuang Yan's ear, "Hot pot, do you want to eat?"

"You decide the time and place, and call me when you decide."

"Come on, brother, I will arrange it for you properly."

Whispering on one side, Sinan frowned on the other side. He couldn't hear what the two were saying, but he had a vague premonition.

Zhuang Yan chatted with them here and then left, after he left, Qi Chuan stood quietly in the practice room, Luo Chuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and apologize to brother face to face. "

Qi Chuan turned to look at Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan encouraged him: "Brother Yan is a very nice person, you see he didn't hold grudges against me when I said something wrong, it's fine."

The boy opened the door and ran out, catching up with Zhuang Yan.

"Brother Yan... I'm sorry."

Zhuang Yan was walking, and was taken aback.

He turned his face sideways, saw Qi Chuan, and asked in confusion, "Why did you come out?" Then he smiled again: "Aren't you afraid of being scolded by Sister Yang?"

Qi Chuan was stunned, the man in front of him looked natural, laughed and teased him, as if he had completely forgotten about that matter.

"I... Brother Yan, last time because of me—"

"It's over."

Zhuang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth and said helplessly, "It's been so long, why are you still thinking about this?"

Qi Chuan didn't know what to say.

"Okay, let's go back." Zhuang Yan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Forget about this, and have a good time with your girlfriend from now on."

Suddenly, the boy's eyes turned red.

This year, Qi Chuan dropped out of school at the age of 16 and was a trainee for two years, only three years younger than Zhuang Yan.

He is nearly 1.7 meters nine, three centimeters shorter than Zhuang Yan.

Three centimeters height difference, three years age difference.

Standing in front of him, Zhuang Yan made Qi Chuan feel insurmountably tall.

Only three years away, he seems to have read a thousand sails.