There is no need to draft a bluff. Fang Juexia couldn't be envious.
"You! Who are you?"
"Can't hear it?" The ending sound became more and more casual in the interrogative sentence. Fang Juexia felt the hand swaying gently, tapping his shoulder with his fingertips, "I'm listening."
The other party's voice suddenly stopped, "Bai..."
"Yes, it's Pei Tingsong who killed your rubbish last time. I heard that you wanted to find someone to block me last time? Did you succeed?" Pei Tingsong pushed his hand to the table behind him and sat on the table. , "It seems that I didn't dare to cut me in the final broadcast."
Fang Juexia knew where his confidence was, but he didn't expect this guy to be willing to use his confidence on himself.
The other party was in his throat for a while, knowing that he couldn't afford to offend this kid, so he didn't deal with him, "You give Fang Juexia the phone, I have a business matter to talk to him."
"Your business is the unspoken rule of young male artists? Your welfare is good."
He actually knew, Fang Juexia frowned.
Pei Tingsong is a straight-forward character, and he knows this clearly after two years of working together. But even so, he was pricked by the three words of the unspoken rules, so he tried to escape from the gracious man, and opened a too close distance.
But Pei Tingsong caught the fleeing wrist at the moment his shoulder left control. He still maintained the posture of half bowing his head and making a call, only slightly raised his eyes, sharp eyes to the line of Jiaoxia's gaze, and then continued his conversation just now, "I want to do news, ready-made materials are waiting for me to explode, yes Bar."
Fang Juexia didn't know who this sentence [Yes] was for, he only felt that his wrist was pierced with thorns.
"What the hell does it have to do with you?"
He was also curious, because it really had nothing to do with Pei Tingsong.
"Of course there is."
The wrist is gripped tighter.
Pei Tingsong's long legs stretched out, "Did you not read the hot search? The company asked us to form a CP, so before the end of the business..." He faced Fang Juexia and smiled like a wicked child, "Everything about him follows me. Bound."
"His reputation is related to my reputation. His private life affects my private life in the eyes of the public. Once it becomes a community of interests, these things will be equated in the eyes of others."
His tone was full of playfulness, "Do you think I am someone who will be taken care of by you?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was agitated and angered at the beginning, and finally stopped completely, making no sound. In this circle, some are famous, some are rich, and some have methods, but in any case, they all have one thing in common, which is to accept and roughly abide by the rules of the game in this circle. But Pei Tingsong is a freak who likes fouls, but behind him there is a strong backing to support his fouls. This makes him not only muddy, but also not easy to mess with.
Hearing that there was no sound on the other end, Pei Tingsong curled his lips, "Goodbye then, Deputy Director Yang."
After speaking, his tone quickly cooled down again.
"Be honest and dream less."
Pei Tingsong raised his hand to his ear and hung up the phone and took off the headset. He raised his chin and stared at Fang Juexia without saying a word. Although he didn't speak, the hint of raising his eyebrows was too obvious, just waiting for him to speak first.
Fang Juexia knew that he was supposed to say something at this time, but he looked down at Pei Tingsong's hand and didn't mean to let go. Hearing that he was like this, Pei's mouth twitched again, his slender fingers playing with his earphones.
"thanks."
Pei Tingsong tilted his head, his eyes followed Fang Juexia's avoiding gaze, "You don't seem to thank me much in your tone."
Who knew that Fang Juexia suddenly became serious, "I am very grateful. But I don't want anyone involved in this kind of thing, especially my teammates."
So serious.
Pei Tingsong nodded lazily, "Especially I don't want it to be me."
Fang Juexia's indifferent eyes looked at him for a few seconds, and then she nodded slightly, agreeing with these words.
"But I still thank you."
Hearing this sentence, Pei Tingsong smiled. Speaking of his facial features, the most strange thing is a pair of eyes. When he is not smiling, he is cold and deep, but as long as he smiles, he immediately turns into two bends of childish smiling eyes, and his temperament changes in an instant.
But Fang Juexia knew that even if he was smiling now, he was just taking him for fun.
He was simply curious to ask, his expression was like a student with a thirst for knowledge, "Why would anyone want to fall into you? I can't imagine how you look like in bed, do these people have an ice fetish or a wood fetish?"
He said so bluntly, Fang Juexia wasn't angry, just said peacefully, "Then can you let go of the wooden hand?"
Only then did Pei Tingsong realize that he was still pulling his wrist, and his bad nature broke out again for a while, "I don't."
In the process of the stalemate, they heard Cheng Qiang's voice coming from outside, "Jexia? Little Pei? That's weird..."
"Brother Qiang told you." Fang Juexia quickly understood the whole story. I saw that the other party shrugged and said noncommittal, "You don't care who told me, anyway, if things continue to develop, sooner or later they will be known to the entire company."
"What if you know?"
Seeing this fearless look, Pei Tingsong felt amused, "Yes, it's not the first time. Then why do you refuse this time? Anyway, before..."
At the same time, Cheng Qiang saw the two people in the conference room through the glass door. He opened the door and said, "What are you two doing? After looking around, I found it."
Fang Juexia pulled out her hand calmly, lowered her head and glanced at the reddish wrist bone. Pei Tingsong came down from the table with a relaxed look, "I didn't do anything, I cultivated the feelings in advance."
"Come on, it hasn't been trained for two years. It's a fake model." Cheng Qiang noticed the look on Jue Xia's face and asked specifically, "What's wrong?"
"I've settled that matter." Pei Tingsong took the conversation first. "Looking back, I will tell my elder sister that if Yang Cheng just doesn't be honest, he will directly divest. His character, waiting to be exposed, the show will be boycotted, she The money was even worse."
Cheng Qiang nodded. The reason why he was willing to tell Pei Tingsong was because he knew the contradiction between him and the deputy director before. He knew that Pei Tingsong's character that could not rub the sand under his eyes would definitely make a move.
"Then you have to thank Xiao Pei well." He took Fang Juexia's shoulder and walked towards the meeting room before them, but Fang Juexia just stiffened and responded in a low voice.
Pei Tingsong walked behind, looking at Fang Juexia's back. He knows that man is a complex of contradictions. But Fang Juexia probably had seen a strange contradiction. Naturally, there is a sense of coldness on the outside, as if they refuse to stay thousands of miles away at any time, but such people are deeply caught up in that kind of rumors.
But now that he looks like jade is better than jade, Pei Tingsong is really curious.
Could it be a post-traumatic stress response
Although Pei Tingsong looks down on people who sell his body, he has a natural affection for people with high business ability. Fang Juexia is such a person. His dancing ability is absolutely top-level in the entire circle, not to mention Said that he was born with a good voice crushed by sound. After two years of working together, Pei Tingsong's dislike for him has dropped from the peak of the initial rumors, and now it is almost insensible.
In addition to being insensible, he was also a little curious, because Fang Juexia was too contradictory.
The process of the second half of the meeting was very fast, and Pei Tingsong was absent-minded, forgetting that his purpose of coming here was to oppose their CP plan. After a while, the door of the conference room opened, and the other four teammates also came in.
The boss motioned for everyone to sit down and ordered the assistant to distribute the new project, "Kaleido has only released two specials since his debut, and the closest one is the mini album released a year ago. Actually, I should have returned long ago, and you are probably anxious."
Chen Zhengyun scanned the past, "We had a meeting just now and discussed. In order to make the most of the recent heat, the company decided to start the production and distribution of the new album as soon as possible."
Team Changjiang Miao asked, "But it takes time to make an album..."
"That's right." Chen Zhengyun said, "You can't just compress the production time and make an album to fool fans because of the heat. You are idols. Singing and dancing are your bounden duties. At least this must not disappoint others. You must balance production standards and production standards. Time requires another way to maintain the heat. Ziyan Jiangmiao, you have variety show resources, Lu Yuan’s dance shows are also recorded, Ling Yi has an ost, and Jue Xia is also recording..."
Cheng Qiang cut off, "Jexia's program is gone."
Chen Zhengyun showed some doubts on his face, but he did not delve into it, and continued, "Looking back. In short, we are talking about resources. If we talk well, we can get the flying guests of popular variety shows." After speaking, he motioned to his assistant to send another copy. The plan is distributed.
Ling, who got the plan, turned it over and said in surprise, "There is still a group?!"
"This time we will record everyone's real life, and some entertainment links may be added to avoid single content." Cheng Qiang explained the details of the group comprehensive plan to you in detail, "The format may be recording and broadcasting, and in the middle. Intersperse some live broadcasts to save time."
Before the meeting ended, Chen Zhengyun stood up and said, "You are all capable children. Over the past two years, you should have understood how cruel this circle is. I don't need to say anything, everyone knows it well."
"I look forward to seeing you who shine as idols."
Hearing these words, Fang Juexia felt in a daze that he had returned to the stage he had longed for, as if approaching him again, albeit in such an absurd way.
On the day after the meeting, six people stayed at the company to prepare for the new album.
Today's entertainment industry has given idols many opportunities, but it hasn't given idols too many opportunities. The embarrassment is that most of these young people originally entered the circle with the dream of singing and dancing, but ended up doing various other jobs for various reasons. In the name of an idol, she suffers all kinds of prejudice and can't really get the stage that idols should have.
They gradually moved away from music and dance, one by one, tired of rushing to large and small studios, spent countless nights in similar studios, forgetting their original intentions, and finally got the phrase "insatiable" or "don't take porcelain without diamonds". The scribbled conclusion is hidden in the new wave of beauty.
The chaos of the professional divisions of artists has made too many lively lives passively become the residue under the gears of the large and constantly operating entertainment industry. Day after day, there are always fresh and beautiful victims involved.
"I feel that the intensity of Xia's dance practice today is too high." Ling Yi panted and leaned against the wall, unscrewing the thermos bottle soaked in the fat sea to drink water, "No way, I didn't open my voice well today, cough." He started to be funny, hoarse his throat and stretched out his hand, "Huo Huo, my voice, what's wrong with my voice? I can't be spoiled anymore..."
He Ziyan, who was doing sit-ups for the team Changjiang Miao leaning on his leg, freed a hand to cover his mouth, "Go into the cold palace, Ling Fei, you are too weak to be a pet."
"No, you can't even keep up with Brother Yuan! The two of them are Wu Wu, so there is always comparability." Ling Yi took his arm and turned Pei Tingsong, "Yes, Xiao Pei."
"Yeah." Pei Tingsong, with his hands in his sweater pockets, replied somewhat perfunctorily, looking at Fang Juexia in front of the mirror from a distance.
He felt the man suffocating all over his body.
That kind of feeling is indescribable. Obviously, the appearance of this person can almost be covered by fragility and softness in the secular aesthetic. But he felt that Fang Juexia was like a thorn.
A stubborn thorn that never softens.
This is already the second time, and the person in front of him is deep in the quagmire of unspoken rules. If the first time can barely be regarded as a rumor, this time it is the unsuccessful transaction that Pei Tingsong actually saw.
What do these people picture? Pretty? young
Seriously, he didn't understand.
Pei Tingsong has never been in love. It's not that he was blank with feelings when he was young, but that he couldn't be interested in falling in love. As long as he thinks that his heart will be trapped by some sticky and trivial thoughts, he feels wasted. Feelings can send people to heaven when they are good, but not hell when they are bad.
But they shouldn't want to fall in love with Fang Juexia. These middle-aged men are dragging the family, just taste the freshness.
The physical desire is even more absurd. It is hard for him to imagine what it feels like to think about a man's body. Although he grew up in a foreign country, he has all kinds of friends around him, and he is quite supportive of minority groups. But he is not gay and can't understand this addiction.
Two blind spots were touched at once. But Pei Tingsong's way of thinking is different from that of others, he can't stand the vague appearance, he has to think.
He tried to find the answer from Fang Juexia.
"I'm going, Fang Juexia is crazy. How long have you been practicing this? I'm exhausted, and I won't practice dance with the practice madness again." Lu Yuan also came back, panting with his hips akimbo. Jiang Miao smiled and finished the last sit-up, "Ah, my stomach is sore..."
"Go, eat, I'm so hungry~" Ling Yi dragged Jiang Miao, "Captain, I want to eat!"
"It's time too." Jiang Miao glanced at his watch and called Shengjuexia from a distance. Fang Juexia in front of the mirror stopped then, panting and saying, "I'll go in a while."
"Okay." Everyone knows his personality. This guy is the most intensive one in the company, and no one can stop it. Ling Yi tugged Pei Tingsong, "Go Xiao Pei, today I will take you to the countryside to have a meal in the company cafeteria and swipe my card!"
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong unexpectedly said, "Brother, you go first, I will practice."
Several people froze in place.
No, this guy who treats idol business as a ticket has changed his sex
Jiang Miao would look at her winks and smile, "Then let's go first, don't practice for too long and delay eating."
When they all walked to the cafeteria, Ling Yi was still worried, "They won't fight."
"This one has been waiting for too long, too long." He Ziyan's expression of a Bodhisattva with open eyes is incompatible with his broken eyebrows. Lu Yuan took the opportunity to grab the sirloin from his plate and put it in his mouth. "Don't tell me, I seem to have been brainwashed by those little girls on the Internet. Now they feel that they are old friends."
Ling Yi used chopsticks to hold a very thickly cut potato shreds, like a big man smoking, "Xiao Fang, and this little Pei, every day, you can fight like a second. You said these little girls are from home, will they still cute their CP after seeing the truth?"
"Yes." He Ziyan calmly used his chopsticks to tap Kai Luyuan's second sinful hand.
"Why?" Ling blinked.
"Let's eat." Jiang Miao's face showed a see-through smile, "I can't fight."
There were only two people left in the practice room. Fang Juexia stopped practicing dance. The habit of the past two years has allowed him to take the initiative to avoid trouble when facing Pei Tingsong. He moved his sweaty hair to the back, exposing a smooth forehead, ready to leave.
Seeing the natural redness in the corner of the opponent's eyes, Pei Tingsong suddenly remembered the first time he saw him.
As an airborne trainee, he was led by Cheng Qiang to meet his future teammates. It was also in this practice room. It was also winter. When the door opened, several boys were practicing the dance of the debut song. Hearing the movement, everyone turned their heads, only one guy wearing a black baseball cap was still practicing in the mirror until Cheng Qiang spoke.
He stopped, panted silently, and turned around, much like this moment. Sweat dripped down the line of the jaw, like a drop of water on the ice edge of the eaves.
The last self-introduction was of course also him.
Fang Juexia, who was only twenty at the time, took off his hat and pulled her wet hair back as before, revealing a full face. A slender light red birthmark on the white skin was abstracted in Pei Tingsong's mind.
Sakura blows snow. This is the most appropriate image he found.
"Hello, my name is Fang Juexia."
[Lian Yu doesn't know that spring will go, but when it's clear, I feel summer is deep. ]
Obviously it is the name of summer, but the coldness of winter.
He nodded and smiled back, "Pei listen to song."
At that time, Ling Yi, who was familiar with it, asked curiously, "What a special name! How did you get it?"
"I was born on New Year's Eve. The fire bowl was roaring with bamboo, and the banquet was listening to Song Jiao. My grandpa took the name for me from two words in this poem."
"Wow, it sounds really nice, but you don't look like a child born in winter."
Yes.
The sight blurred by the memory returned to the real trajectory little by little, Pei Tingsong stared at Fang Juexia in the mirror.
His extended gaze fell to the cuffs of his sweater half-rolled, and the arm that was exposed was white and thin. The veins and veins on the arm were faintly moving. The sweaty slacks unconsciously clung to the body, and they joined together with the movements. Along the line, the depressions on both sides of the ankle bone and heel are held by the closed trouser legs, rubbing against the white skin.
Somehow, Pei Tingsong remembered the touch when he held his wrist.
"What are you looking at?" Fang Juexia noticed his eyes in the mirror, turned and looked at him coldly.
Letting go of the hand that he held subconsciously, Pei Tingsong smiled lazily and looked directly at his face.
"Look at how you look good."
The author has something to say: The source of the names of the two people:
Pei Tingsong: The fire is roaring and the bamboo is growing. -"In addition to the night" (Song Dai Retro)
Fang Juexia: Even if the rain does not last until spring, Fang Juexia is deep when it is clear. -"Xi Qing" (Song Fan Chengda)
In fact, these two poems are quite in line with their respective personalities.
[Can't understand Fang Juexia's opening character, please discard the article directly, don't scold him in the comment area, why not scold him so badly than wash it up and send it up. Fang Juexia is definitely not a Baozi character, he is a very strong, rational and brave person, please don't use your thoughts of reading three chapters to maliciously guess him.
At this time, the attack has a very poor relationship with the receiver, and there is no need to scold him for disrespecting people. If the copywriting is very clear, they will start badly, and the receiver will ignore him. People who have poor relationships in life may not be affectionate and affectionate. If you don't like this kind of opening, you can discard the article
Finally, explain the question that many people ask, "Why not record?" Do you really think that a little idol recording can change the fact that it is bullied by capital and background households? Can you really resist? After the sound is recorded, who will bear the consequences? Will he and his teammates in the whole team? Originally there is no backstage and no resources, and then be refrigerated by Satellite TV and Capital
The beginning of this article is a silly idol, climb up step by step, you can really throw it away if you don't like it, don't force yourself. 】
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