Just when everyone thought that this matter was about to be resolved, the reporter from Xinyu Weekly made another attack.
"Our country has not recognized the legal status of homosexuality so far. It doesn't mean that I or my newspaper discriminates against homosexuality. Yatong is so deeply touched, can it be said that he is a fellow?"
Shan Yatong smiled lightly, "Should I say that this reporter friend has good legal and responsive skills?" He adjusted the height of the microphone, "I mean there is nothing wrong with love, even though same-sex romance is not legal yet. position, but what does that hinder?"
"Then you are still implying that you are gay?" the reporter asked aggressively.
"I understand that homosexuality is homosexuality?" Shan Yatong asked, "So, if you understand your girlfriend or your wife, are you a woman?"
The audience roared with laughter, and the originally serious atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed. The reporter who asked the question was momentarily choked by Shan Yatong's words, unable to refute.
Shan Yatong said in a calm tone, "I know that the reporter friends also care about our artists. I am very grateful to everyone for this, but please don't do bad things with good intentions. In the future, I will fall in love with a big beauty, but I will not agree because of such rumors. My pursuit, then I will be really miserable." Shan Yatong spread her hands, looking annoyed.
The reporter was once again brought to another topic by Shan Yatong. As for the tabloid reporter, he was blocked by several reporters who appeared suddenly. Even if he asked another question, he would not have a chance. Look, it is the photographic equipment in the hands of a photographer from another family.
"What are you looking at? Go aside. If you're in this circle, you need to keep your eyes open." The male reporter next to the photographer gave him a cold look and squeezed in front of him.
Shan Yatong sat higher than the reporter. Naturally seeing this scene, she smiled slightly and turned her eyes to the other side. "Do you have any questions to communicate with me?"
The reporter's attitude was obviously much better than before, and the questions he asked at the beginning were much gentler than before.
"Ya Tong, how did you feel when you first got an electric shock when you collaborated with Little Heavenly King this time?"
Shan Yatong thought for a while, "If I use two words to describe it, it should be joy and novelty. The so-called joy is because I got the opportunity that many newcomers can hardly get. , This is all extremely lucky. The novelty is because as a newcomer, I have never had such an experience. Although filming is harder than expected, it makes people feel that everything is wonderful, and it is completely different from the usual MV shooting. Similarly, I believe that this movie will not disappoint everyone, and even give everyone unlimited surprises."
Shan Yatong's words were clear and logical. He didn't look like a newcomer who just entered the Tao, but like a big name who had been in the entertainment circle for many years. Journalists believed what he said.
Humans always like to trust their intuition, even though this intuition is most likely to be wrong.
Lu Fan has been quietly watching the young man face the reporter's questions with ease. The more he is like this, the more he feels that this young man is the one sent by heaven to compensate his fate, and he will definitely win the brightest star again.
"Yatong, do you have anything to explain about what Yuanwen said to you this time?" A reporter brought up a sensitive topic again.
Shan Yatong tapped the table lightly, with a thoughtful face, as if wondering, "Explain, um..." He raised his eyes slightly, under the light, his face was incredibly soft, "Actually, there is nothing to explain, maybe I am This is how he sees it, all along, I have always been a hindrance in the group and caused him a lot of trouble, but it has always been because of a company, so he has always tolerated me who is always causing trouble."
The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay. Originally they thought they would see a war of words between the two sides, but they didn't expect that Yuan Wen's shock would only hit the soft cotton
There is no war of words, and every reporter is a little disappointed. Only when there are quarrels, can there be something to watch, and only if there is something to watch, can there be articles to write, and only if there are articles to write, can you make money. They seem to be able to see the RMB flying away.
Standing aside, Yang Jun rolled his eyes in a corner where no one was paying attention. That guy was so kind, and he wondered how interesting these words are. These reporters have no material to explode now. They can only be found in the words of Shan Yatong. A "deep level" thing, so that I can communicate with the newspaper office. If this continues, I don't know what the reporter's Yuanwen will look like. I hope Yuanwen's reputation in the media is not bad.
The reporter continued to ask some questions, all of which were beaten to nowhere by Shan Yatong's invisible Tai Chi, and finally ended the press conference.
Shan Yatong retreated backstage, sat on the sofa tiredly rubbing his forehead, closed his eyes and said, "Yang Jun, give me a cup of black tea."
A cup of warm tea room was in his hand, feeling the temperature of the tea, he forced a smile, "Thank you," he opened his eyes, and saw that there was indeed a man with an extremely handsome face, and the man was looking at him with a smile, Apparently he was the one who handed him the tea just now.
Holding the tea in her palm, Shan Yatong smiled lightly, "Hi, thank you."
"You're doing very well," the man folded his hands on his chest, leaning against the wall and looking at Shan Yatong with a smile, with a sharp smile hidden in his smile.
Shan Yatong lowered her eyes slightly, raised her head and looked at the man blankly, "Expression?"
"Heh," the man didn't seem to care about his stupidity, and rubbed his smooth chin, "You don't understand what I mean?"
Shan Yatong played with the quilt in her hand, looked at the auspicious cloud pattern in the mirror, "What do you want me to understand, sir?"
Lu Fan's hand, which was about to push away the backstage lounge, stopped, and the slightly opened door could clearly hear voices of conversation, one of them was Shan Yatong, and the other... turned out to be his boss, Tang Ruanqing.
Seeing Lu Fan's actions, Yang Jun who was following him also wisely put down his steps and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.
"You are very experienced in dealing with reporters," Tang Ruanqing's voice came out, with a little smile, "It's a surprise that a newcomer can do better than a first-line artist."
Lu Fan couldn't help but slightly opened the door, and the situation inside the room could be seen clearly.
"Is there more surprise or joy?" Shan Yatong took a sip of black tea, put the teacup on the coffee table next to her, stood up smiling and stretched out her hand, "Nice to meet you, President."
"Me too," Tang Ruanqing was not surprised that Shan Yatong recognized him. He held Shan Yatong's hand, leaned down suddenly, and whispered in the other's ear, "I look forward to your more exciting performance."
This was an ambiguous gesture. To the two people behind the door, it looked like Tang Ruanqing lowered her head and kissed Shan Yatong's cheek.
"Of course I won't disappoint you," Shan Yatong didn't seem to realize how ambiguous this action was, just looked at Tang Ruanqing and smiled slightly.
They both looked at each other with a smile, and then each took a step back.
"You look like a person," Tang Ruanqing said suddenly.
"I think I've always been a human being," Shan Yatong said with a half-smile, "Does Tang always think that my appearance is just like a human being?"
"Of course you are a beautiful boy," Tang Ruanqing continued, "It's just that you are more gender-neutral than that man. I really want to know, if that arrogant man knows that there is a boy who is only nineteen years old and acts like him. What will the classics once created look like."
The smile on Shan Yatong's face disappeared. He would not think that Tang Ruanqing came to see him to remember his old friend. If this was the case, then the man in front of him would not be Tang Ruanqing.
He suddenly looked sideways at the half-closed door, just in time to meet Lu Fan's eyes.
Their eyes met, and then Shan Yatong looked at Lu Fan and helped him close the door.
Lu Fan closed the door and looked at the door behind him with a slight frown. Did Shan Yatong already know that he and Yang Jun were behind the door
"What's the matter? Was it discovered?" Seeing that his expression was not normal, Yang Jun asked curiously.
"An assistant who knows too much is not necessarily a good thing," Lu Fan glanced at him, turned and walked away.
Yang Jun was slightly taken aback, he understood something vaguely in his heart, and just pretended that he didn't see anything, and walked to another lounge.
Lu Fan was far less calm than Yang Jun, because only he knew that Tang Ruanqing would not have too much contact with the artists under his banner, but he approached Shan Yatong on his own initiative, and chose to contact in private, while the owner of the entertainment company Most of the private contacts with artists are for...
There were such scandals in Country H a few years ago, and some actresses even committed suicide in the end. Although these things caused a lot of noise, they still didn't matter in the end.
In this circle, it is very common for artists to be ruled by rich people. However, he did not expect that this time it would be Tang Ruanqing and Shan Yatong.
Seeing that the door was closed, Shan Yatong turned to look at Tang Ruanqing, "What does Mr. Tang mean?"
Tang Ruanqing sat down in front of Shan Yatong, and said with a smile, "You seem to be very sensitive, but just like that, let the eavesdroppers leave."
"I think if I don't do this, Mr. Tang will let them go." Shan Yatong sat down on another single sofa.
Tang Ruanqing carefully watched the young man sitting sideways, with a familiar smile on his mouth, he turned his head and looked out the window, above the twelfth floor, all he could see were tall buildings, what was there? Human beings can't see it with the naked eye, such as the legendary soul.
"You still know how to do Tai Chi, Jing Anjue."
He heard himself say the words in his heart so plainly.