Before going to bed, Xia Xiqing habitually checked his Weibo. Initially, this account was only used to share his own paintings, but eventually it turned into a star-chasing account.
Why are there so many messages? He was shocked. Although he was the most famous artist in the circle and was usually sought after by some fans, this time there were so many new messages that his Weibo was almost stuck.
Xia Xiqing logged out and restarted, and things became more normal.
[Little Bunny]: tsingda! You are the guy in the white shirt, right? !
[Please upvote me, Mr. Heng]: WTF is this really Summer's master? ? ? No way
Discovered? Xia Xiqing frowned in confusion and scrolled down the comments. Sure enough, they were all messages from Heng fans, and there were countless private messages, almost all of which were talking about the press conference a few days ago.
As expected, it was exposed. The Internet is really a thing where no one can hide.
Instead of letting fans guess, it’s better to just reveal the truth yourself.
With a broken jar mentality, Xia Xiqing casually opened his camera and took a picture of his face. The distance was too close, and his hair, which had not yet dried after taking a shower, was scattered in front of his face. The angle from bottom to top was also weird. He took a look and found that it barely looked like himself, so he hastily posted the photo on Weibo.
[tsing_summer]: Share pictures.
The moment he sent the message, the phone didn't stop vibrating. New messages kept pouring out, and the excitement of the fans almost burst out of the screen and hit him in the face.
[The Universe's No. 1]: Ahhh, it's really S-level! ! So handsome! The fans of Heng's family are so good-looking!
[It’s a watermelon, not a winter melon]: My face is so beautiful, the mole on the tip of my nose is so charming that I am even more beautiful than anyone else!
[小兔乖乖]: Her skin is so good, her nose is so straight, and her eyelashes are so long. She can hold such a tricky angle. She is really a god fan.
[First Lady Zhou Ziheng]: I always thought that Summer was a god painting, but now I know that you are the god. It must be hard to come to the earth. I am crying.
[The only fan of Hengheng’s mother on the entire internet]: Oh my god, why does someone still need to rely on talent when he has such good looks!
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Soon, Xia Xiqing's Weibo became popular. His Weibo ID once again entered the top of the hot search list, and he became a new Internet celebrity that netizens talked about with great relish. He received a lot of job offers and even contract invitations in his private messages.
This era is extremely extravagant, and a good appearance has become the most direct and superficial shortcut to advancement in life.
The phone vibrated again. It was a message from Xia Yunkai.
[Why don’t you come to the company to see me when you return home? Come back home this weekend, I have something to tell you. —Dad]
The darkness in the room was like a damp and cold quilt, wrapping Xia Xiqing in it and making it hard to breathe.
[I don't have the time to go to your house. If you have anything to say, please call me.]
After sending the text message, Xia Xiqing walked to the windowsill and lit a cigarette. The grayish-white smoke and the soft and indifferent moonlight mixed together, penetrated into the gaps in his brain, filling the gaps and making his consciousness blurred.
Like many netizens, Zhou Ziheng, who was doing his makeup and hair for a magazine cover, was also checking Weibo.
On the day when Xia Xiqing became famous overnight, Zhou Ziheng was almost certain that he pretended to be a fan just to get into the entertainment industry, buy some hot searches and hype himself up to gain a wave of fans. After all, with a good-looking face, it is easy to become famous in this era where appearance is everything. But when Jiang Yin said that he was unwilling to sign a contract to debut, Zhou Ziheng became a little confused again. Could it be that he was really just a fan
So, Zhou Ziheng took some time out of his busy schedule to log into his second Weibo account, clicked on the hot searches and followed the clues to find Xia Xiqing's fan club account.
It turns out that he is really a fan and an artist.
However, Xia Xiqing rarely posts on Weibo, nor does he repost his various live photos like other fans. He just silently posts his paintings. His painting style is very unique. He can perfectly outline the human body texture with just a few strokes. The strong hormonal impact conveyed by the paintings can be felt through the screen.
When browsing his Weibo, Zhou Ziheng also took a look at the comments and found that in addition to praising Xia Xiqing as a god-like painter, all the fans were saying things like "My Heng is so awesome! I can't even close my legs! Lie down and pray for the sun" and so on.
No, what's wrong with little girls nowadays...
His fingers sliding on the screen accelerated unconsciously. Suddenly, a picture flashed before his eyes. He couldn't help but stop and scrolled up again.
That painting was once very popular. It depicted his silhouette doing a three-step layup, with shadows cut by the sunlight and scattered on his body, his slender fingers tightly grasping the basketball, his red jersey soaked with sweat, and the taut muscle texture all over his body.
He exited the Weibo interface, opened his photo album, and found this painting in an album named fan-art. He had never noticed that there was a handwritten signature in the lower right corner of the painting - tsing.
It turned out that I had seen his paintings before and even saved them to show off to my friends.
Zhou Ziheng, who quit his small account, hesitated for a whole night, but ultimately did not delete the painting from his mobile phone.
But I always felt something was wrong.
Perhaps in order to take advantage of the popularity, the reality show mentioned by Jiang Yin rushed to complete the long-delayed planning work, finalized the list of celebrities and amateurs to be recorded, and started recording on Saturday. On Friday, Xia Xiqing checked into the arranged hotel at the request of the program team. In the evening, Jiang Yin took time out to come to the hotel to see him.
"Are you so afraid that I will run away?" Xia Xiqing was only wearing a pair of cotton trousers, sitting cross-legged on the bed, wiping his wet hair.
Jiang Yin took a look and saw that his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, which was obviously the result of long-term exercise. He was not very strong, but could only be described as lean. However, it was somewhat inconsistent with his handsome face. This surprised her, but she just put the documents in her hand on the table calmly, "That's right. Here are some materials for the program. Take a look when you have time."
"Do you have a script?" Xia Xiqing stretched his neck and put on a loose T-shirt, looking like a high school student. "Let me make it clear first, I won't follow your script, so don't have any expectations of me."
Jiang Yin's expression was somewhat helpless, but she seemed to have guessed it, "I knew it would be like this. There is actually a script, but this script has nothing to do with you. The program team specially hired someone to write a secret room plot." After saying that, she changed the subject, "Although the script has nothing to do with you, we still arranged the character setting, and we need you to get closer. Anyway, aren't you very good at disguise?"
This woman always speaks directly, Xia Xiqing is almost used to it, "Is that so..." He stretched out his long legs, threw the towel on a chair beside him, folded his hands behind his head, leaned back against the wall, and said casually, "Tell me, what kind of personality did you create for me."
Jiang Yin sat at the table leisurely, "Think about it, Ziheng's popularity has soared since his transformation, so the company must want to continue his aggressive setting. If we want to promote a gay couple, what kind of person do you think should be paired with him to make it easier to become popular?"
Xia Xiqing, leaning on the bed, stared at Jiang Yin, his slowly blinking eyes like a slow motion shot that was constantly zooming in. A harmless and clean smile began to appear on his face, and the mole on the tip of his nose added a bit of innocence to him.
"Angel character. Suitable for all ages, no deception."
Jiang Yin shrugged, "Smart."
He sneered, totally unlike the gentle look he had just shown.
"It seems like you have already decided on who will be the top and who will be the bottom without my permission." Xia Xiqing bent one leg, put his arm on his knee, supported his chin with his palm, and looked at Jiang Yin with an ambiguous look.
"No... Ziheng's character is... Of course, in the end it all depends on what netizens think." Jiang Yin was a little surprised at first. She didn't expect Xia Xiqing to raise this question, but after saying this, she suddenly felt that although this person was beautiful, his aura was really strong.
Although Xia Xiqing did not hide his true character in front of Jiang Yin, she was unaware of Xia Xiqing's romantic style, let alone that he had always been the top, so she could only attribute his words about top and bottom to the man's natural desire for dominance.
"Is that so? It's okay." Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became gentle again, "I'm a very easy person to talk to."
In just a few minutes, the expression on Xia Xiqing's face changed again and again, which made Jiang Yin marvel in her heart. It would be a waste if he didn't act with such talent. Although she had seen Xia Xiqing's acting skills, she didn't know why he agreed to her invitation so straightforwardly. "You agreed to participate in the show, but you didn't even ask how much the remuneration is?"
"It's not important." Xia Xiqing leaned back and fell on the bed. "Don't worry, I can't guarantee anything else, but I will definitely satisfy you with the topic." He suddenly remembered something, turned over and lay on his side to look at Jiang Yin, "But Zhou Ziheng probably won't recognize the character you gave me."
"It's okay. I'll talk to him. He's been acting for so long, he won't rush to ruin it."
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, always feeling that things were not as simple as Jiang Yin thought.
The next day, Xia Xiqing arrived at the recording site very early. He was taken to the dressing room by the staff to get dressed. The makeup artist was a young girl. Although she was used to seeing beautiful stars, she was still surprised to see Xia Xiqing. While putting on makeup, she asked him for skin care secrets. A young assistant named Xiaojie entered the dressing room. Xia Xiqing smiled at the young boy in the mirror. The other party was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head and said, "Mr. Xia, Sister Jiang Yin asked me to come here to be your assistant. You can find me if you need anything during the recording of the show."
"I feel like only older people are called sir," Xia Xiqing showed his most gentle expression, "I should look quite young."
"Ah? No, no..."
"No?" Xia Xiqing widened his eyes slightly and teased him on purpose.
"Ah, I mean... sorry, sorry, you look like a college student. I, I'm new here and I'm a little nervous..." Xiaojie waved his hands quickly, "Um..."
"Just call me Xiqing." The so-called makeup was just a foundation and eyebrows. It was much faster than expected. Xia Xiqing stood up and turned to shake hands with Xiaojie. "I'm 25 years old, so I should be a little older than you, but I have to trouble you to take care of me these days."
"Ah, then I'll call you Brother Xiqing." Xiaojie held Xia Xiqing's slender hands with both hands, "There are many things I don't understand, so please bear with me."
So honest. Xia Xiqing was secretly surprised. This was good. He thought Jiang Yin would plant a slick spy. It seemed that he thought too much. The recording was scheduled for the evening. In the morning, Xiaojie took Xia Xiqing into the studio to take a group of promotional photos. After entering the studio, Xia Xiqing met the other two guests who also came to participate in the recording. Although Xia Xiqing had just returned to China not long ago, he was more or less familiar with the domestic entertainment industry. He knew both guests. One was the solo female lead singer Cen Cen, who had recently become very popular, and the other was Shang Sirui, one of the members of the recently popular boy group High Five.
"Am I the only amateur?" Xia Xiqing turned and asked Xiao Jie.
Xiaojie nodded, then shook his head, "No, there is another amateur girl who is said to be a member of the Mensa Club."
Xia Xiqing nodded and was soon called to take a photo. Unlike other amateurs, Xia Xiqing was not afraid of the camera. The photographer took a few photos to try, and after checking the preview, he found that they were not bad. He was a little surprised, "Have you been a model before?"
"I guess so." Xia Xiqing recalled the strange experience of being a model for a friend of the Fashion Design College at Fomei University in a clothing photo shoot. "It was completely amateur."
"Very good, your limbs are long and photogenic." The photographer took a few more photos, and then officially started shooting promotional photos according to the program's requirements. When shooting the last group, Xia Xiqing saw a tall figure enter the studio.
"Ziheng is here."
There was almost no need to distinguish. His radar scanned Zhou Ziheng in an instant. Not to mention the face that had the dignity of an actor, his tall figure alone was so tall that there was no one else like him.
Long time no see. Xia Xiqing's eyes returned to the camera and he smiled.