Before going to bed, Xia Xiqing habitually posted on his Weibo. Initially, this account was only used to share his paintings, but in the end it became a star chaser.
Why is there so much news? He was shocked. Although he is the most famous painter in the circle, he is also sought after by some fans on weekdays, but this time there are so many new news that he is almost stuck on Weibo.
Xia Xiqing quit and restarted, which was normal.
[Little Rabbit Guaiguai]: Tsing is big! You are the little brother in the white shirt, right! !
[President Heng, please up me in the front]: Fuck is really a summer touch? ? ? No way
Was discovered? Xia Xiqing frowned suspiciously and flipped through the comments. It turned out that they were all Hengfan's messages, and there were countless private messages, almost all of them talking about the events of the press conference a few days ago.
Sure enough, it was picked up, the Internet is really a thing that makes people invisible.
Rather than let these fans guess here, it's better to blow yourself up.
Holding a broken can, Xia Xiqing turned on the camera and took a picture of her front face. The distance was too close, and her hair that hadn't dried after the shower was scattered in front of her face, and the angle from bottom to top was also strange. . He looked at it and barely looked like himself, so he rashly posted the photo to Weibo.
[Tsing_Summer]: Share pictures.
As soon as it was sent out, the vibration of the phone did not stop, and new news kept pouring out, and the excitement of the fans almost poured out of the screen, directly on his face.
[No. 1 in the universe A]: Ah, it's really S big! ! That's so handsome! The appearance of Heng's fans is against the sky!
[It's a watermelon, not a winter melon]: My day is so good, the nose moles don't even have me!
[Little Rabbit Guaiguai]: The skin is good, the nose is good, the eyes are so long and the eyelashes are so long. I can hold it at such a tricky angle. I really am a fairy fan. [Kneel
[First Lady Zhou Ziheng]: I always thought that Summer was a fairy painting, but now I know that you are a fairy.
[The only Hengheng mother fan on the entire network]: Why do you rely on talent for Ma Ye with such a beauty!
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Soon, Xia Xiqing's Weibo became popular. His Weibo ID has once again entered the top of the hot search list and has become a new Internet celebrity that netizens talk about. There are a lot of work invitations and even signing invitations in private messages.
This era is extremely exaggerated, and a good skin has become the most direct and superficial shortcut to advance in life.
The phone vibrated again.
[Why don't you come to the company to find me when you return home. Go home this weekend, I have something to tell you. -dad]
The darkness in the room was like a damp quilt, wrapped Xia Xiqing in it, breathless.
[I don’t have the time to go to your house, so let’s talk about it by phone. ]
After sending the text message, Xia Xiqing walked to the window sill and lit a cigarette. The gray smoke and the soft and indifferent moonlight kneaded together, penetrated into the gap in the brain to fill the gap, and blurred his consciousness.
Like many netizens, Zhou Ziheng, who is doing makeup for the cover of the magazine, also brushes Weibo.
On the day when Xia Xiqing became popular overnight, Zhou Ziheng was almost certain that it was just to enter the entertainment circle that he would pretend to be a fan, and then buy some hot search hype and raise a wave of fans. After all, he has a good skin look. It's easy to become popular in this age of beauty. But when Jiang Yin said that he was unwilling to sign a debut, Zhou Ziheng was a little confused. Is it possible that he is really just a fan
So, Zhou Ziheng, who was busy in his spare time, went to the Weibo trumpet, clicked on the hot search and found Xia Xiqing's fan circle number.
It turned out to be a fan and a painter.
However, Xia Xiqing rarely posts on Weibo, nor does he forward his various live pictures like other fans, but silently posts his paintings. His style of painting is very unique, and the human body texture can be perfected with just a few strokes. It is sketched out, and the strong hormonal impact transmitted in the painting can be felt through the screen.
When flipping through his Weibo, Zhou Ziheng also looked at Weibo reposts by the way, and found that apart from blowing Xia Xiqing as a fairy painter, all fans were all--"My Heng A burst! A can’t close my legs! Lying flat! "Seeking the sun" and so on.
Well, what happened to the little girls now...
The finger sliding the screen speeds up unconsciously, and suddenly a picture flashes in front of his eyes, he can't help but stop, and flips up again.
That picture was once popular. It was a profile of him with a three-step layup, the shadows scattered on his body cut by sunlight, his slender fingers clutching a basketball, a red sweat-soaked jersey, and his body tight. Muscle texture.
He exited the Weibo interface, opened his own photo album, and found this painting in an album named fan-art. He never noticed that there was a handwritten signature—Tsing in the lower right corner of the painting.
It turns out that I have seen his paintings before and even saved them to show off to friends.
Zhou Ziheng, who quit from the trumpet, hesitated all night, but in the end he still did not delete the painting from the phone.
But I always feel something is wrong in my heart.
Probably wanting to take advantage of the heat, the reality show mentioned by Jiang Yin rushed to the end of the long-delayed planning work, finalized the list of stars and amateurs to be recorded, and began recording on Saturday. On Friday, Xia Xiqing checked into the arranged hotel at the request of the program group. In the evening, Jiang Yin made a special time to visit him in the hotel.
"I'm so afraid of me running?" Xia Xiqing only wore a pair of cotton trousers, sitting cross-legged on the bed, wiping her wet hair.
Jiang Yin glanced at her. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined. They were obviously the result of long-term exercise. They weren't too strong. They could only be called lean, but they didn't match that beautiful face. This made her heart. I was a little surprised when I downloaded it, but I just put the file in my hand on the table quietly, "That's not it. Here are some information about the program, you have time to read it."
"Is there a script?" Xia Xiqing moved his neck and put on a loose T-shirt, looking like a high school student. "Say ok first, I won't follow your script, so don't treat me What are your expectations."
Jiang Yin's expression was a little helpless, but she seemed to have guessed it, "I knew it would be like this. In fact, there is a script, but this script has nothing to do with you. It is a secret room plot specially invited by the program team to write." She changed the conversation, "Although the script has nothing to do with you, we have arranged it in person, and we need you to get closer. Are you not good at disguising anyway?"
This woman always talks straight and straight, and Xia Xiqing is almost used to it, "That's it..." He stretched out his long legs, threw the towel on one side of the chair, folded his hands on the back of his head, and leaned back against the wall. Enter, the tone is loose, "Tell me, what kind of person did you make for me."
Jiang Yin sat at the table for a long time, "You think, since Heng has been transformed since its transformation, the popularity has risen, so the company must hope to continue his aggressive setting, then if we want to stir up corruption to CP, do you think What kind of person should I match, who will be easier to get angry?"
Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the bed, looked at Jiang Yin, blinking slowly like a slow motion that was constantly zooming in. His face began to show a harmless, clean smile on his face, and the mole on the tip of his nose gave him a little bit. Innocence.
"Angels are set up. Suitable for young and old, young and old."
Jiang Yin shrugged, "Smart."
He sneered, not at all the gentle look just now, full of disdain for a moment.
"You seem to have decided to attack and accept without authorization." Xia Xiqing bent a leg, put his arm on his knee, palms on his chin, and looked at Jiang Yin with unclear eyes.
"No...Zhiheng's personal setting is... Of course, it all depends on what the netizens think." Jiang Yin was a little panicked at first, she didn't expect Xia Xiqing to raise this question, but when she said that, she suddenly felt that this Although people are beautiful, their aura is really strong.
Although Xia Xiqing did not conceal her true character in front of Jiang Yin, she did not know Xia Xiqing’s romantic style, let alone that he was always the top, so she could only attribute his words about attacking and receiving to men’s dominance. Quan’s natural desire.
"That's it, it doesn't matter." Xia Xiqing's mouth twitched, and his eyes became gentle again, "I am a good speaker."
In just a few minutes, the expressions on Xia Xiqing’s face changed and changed again, and Jiang Yin was amazed by her heart. Such a talent would be totally useless if she didn’t act. Although she had learned Xia Xiqing’s skills, she didn’t know why he would. So simply agreed to her invitation, "You promised to participate in the show without asking how much you paid?"
"Do whatever he wants." Xia Xiqing leaned back and fell on the bed. "Don't worry, I can't guarantee anything else. The topic will definitely satisfy you." He suddenly remembered something, turned his side and lay down and looked at Jiang Yin. "However, Zhou Ziheng probably won't recognize the person you set for me."
"It's okay. I will communicate with him. He has been acting for so long, so he won't be rushing to tear down the stage."
Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, always feeling that things were not as simple as Jiang Yin thought.
On the second day, Xia Xiqing went to the recording site very early. He was taken to the dressing room and cleaned up briefly by the staff. The makeup artist was a young girl. Although she was used to seeing beautiful stars, she was surprised to see Xia Xiqing. After a while, while putting on makeup, I asked him about maintenance secrets. A young assistant named Xiaojie entered the dressing room. Xia Xiqing smiled at the hairy boy in the mirror. The other party was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head. Assistant, you can find me whatever you need when you are recording the show."
"It feels that only the elderly are called sir," Xia Xiqing put out the gentle expression that is best at it, "I should look quite young."
"Huh? Isn't it..."
"No?" Xia Xiqing smiled crookedly, like a new moon.
"Ah, I mean... Sorry, sorry, you look like a college student. I, I'm a newcomer, a little nervous..." Xiaojie waved his hand quickly, "That..."
"Just call me Xiqing." The so-called make-up is nothing more than drew on the eyebrows, which is much faster than imagined. Xia Xiqing stood up, turned and shook hands with Xiaojie, "I am twenty-five years old, I should be better than you Bigger, but I have to trouble you to take care of me these days."
"Ah, then I'll call you Brother Xi Qing." Xiaojie held Xia Xiqing's slender hand with both hands, "I also have a lot of things I don't understand, please bear with me."
So honest. Xia Xiqing was surprised secretly, this was also good, thinking that Jiang Yin would put in an exquisite eyeliner, it seemed that he was thinking too much. The recording was scheduled in the evening. In the morning, Xiaojie took Xia Xiqing into the studio and took a set of promotional photos. After entering the studio, Xia Xiqing met two other guests, who also came to participate in the recording. Although Xia Xiqing has just returned to China, the number of domestic entertainment circles can be counted. I understand that he knows two guests. One is the solo female lead singer Cen Zhen, who has recently skyrocketed in popularity, and the other is Shang Sirui, a member of the recently popular boy group HighFive.
"Is only me a amateur?" Xia Xiqing turned to ask Xiaojie.
Xiaojie nodded and shook his head again, "No, there is another amateur girl who is said to be a member of Mensa Club."
Xia Xiqing nodded and was quickly called to take pictures. Unlike ordinary amateurs, Xia Xiqing was not afraid of the camera. The photographer took a few shots first, and after checking the preview, he found that it was not bad, with some surprises, "Have you been a model before?"
"That's it." Xia Xiqing remembered his strange experience of modeling for a friend of the Fashion Design Institute in Fomei to make a large-scale ready-to-wear blockbuster, "completely amateur."
"Very good, your limbs are very long and you are also photogenic." The photographer took a few more shots, and then officially started shooting the promotional photos in accordance with the requirements of the program. When filming the last set, Xia Xiqing saw a tall figure entering the studio.
"I'm coming from Heng."
There was almost no need to distinguish, his radar scanned Zhou Ziheng in an instant, not to mention the dignified face of an actor, and his tall figure could never find a second one.
Long time no see. Xia Xiqing's eyes returned to the camera, and a smile appeared.
The author has something to say: Reader: I want to reverse CP...
Zhou Ziheng: [Cover your mouth] No, you don't want to. I will officially go online in the next chapter.
Uncle: What can you do if you go online, haven't you been teased by me? [Shrug]
Zhou Ziheng: Everyone in the comment area yelling about inverse CP, you are all locked in by Zhenxiang's Law.