The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

There will also be comparisons and quarrels between character fans, and this comparison is mostly reflected in the number of fanarts, fan songs, and fanfics of the characters.

In order to create publicity for their favorite characters and show their popularity, some core fans scrimp on food and clothing every month, spending thousands or even thousands of dollars.

The purpose of fans is very simple, just to be able to say something in a quarrel: Our family's fanart will crush your family in all aspects.

Just to fight for a breath.

Maybe this sentence is useless to outsiders, but in the fan circle, this sentence is as lethal as the explosion of the earth and the destruction of the universe.

If you can't compare, you will be put on the pillar of shame.

Because the quantity and quality of fan art also represent the popularity and value of the character to a certain extent.

As a fan, you simply cannot accept that the idol you follow is not as popular or popular as others.

This time Lin Xingcheng drew a birthday greeting picture for Qing Mingyue, one of the heroines in "Alternative Cultivation of Immortality in Another World". The point is that this anime is an adaptation of a harem story. The original work has several heroines. Fans of each heroine look at each other. dislike; despise.

We argue online every day.

The cause of this incident was because Lin Xingcheng's illustration of Qing Mingyue was so stunning that it overwhelmed other character fan art and made fans of other female protagonists jealous.

Rumors arose.

Since I can't compare, I'll step you into the quagmire.

However, what Lin Xingcheng never expected was that painting is painting. In the hand-painting circle, questioning plagiarism can still be understood a little bit. What kind of unnatural operation is it to question AI painting?

What about logic?

Lin Xingcheng's face was a little ugly. She was not a soft persimmon who allowed others to insult her. She dared to question her professionalism. If she didn't smash the mouths of these people, Lin Xingcheng would never use a paintbrush again.

After figuring out the situation, immediately speak to the group.

It’s Orange: @All members, the live broadcast will be broadcast on time at 8 o’clock tonight. This time we will not set the privacy setting.

After tomorrow:! ! ! ! ! Big orange! !

Administrator (Thousand Layer Durian):? ? ? ? Do you need to prove yourself? Woohoo, Chengzi, you are wronged. Don’t be sad when you see the private message. Those people are just being mean.

I love eating snail noodles: oranges are so powerful!

Administrator (Dream Painter): I support the live broadcast of hitting these people in the face. Let’s see what they can say after their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen! Come on ^0^~ We will always support you!

……

Luozheng walked in with half-wet hair and saw Lin Xingcheng tinkering with stands, tablets and capacitive pens in the hall.

asked doubtfully.

"You want to paint tonight? Have you accepted the manuscript?"

Lin Xingcheng plugged in the tablet and replied: "No, just to give myself a chance as a painter."

Luozheng: "Ah? What?"

Lin Xingcheng smiled and arched his eyebrows: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I drew an illustration for my fans before, and today I found someone on the Internet questioning my use of AI technology to assist."

Luozheng was so shocked that he opened his mouth: "Questioning your painting skills? Who is so bold to question your ability as an outstanding student specially admitted to the Weiss Academy of Fine Arts in M ​​country? Ha, what a big joke."

Luozheng almost laughed out loud as he said this.

You know, Lin Xingcheng was admitted to the top international art academy just after he turned eighteen. He is a truly talented player.

When she was in high school, one of her oil paintings could already be sold for six figures. What right did those messy people on the Internet have to question her and the use of AI technology?

It's just insulting.

"I can't stand it anymore, Xiao Chengcheng, just go live tonight and I'll build momentum for you."

Luozheng rolled up his sleeves, his bright face full of fighting spirit, as if he was going to control everyone with one hand tonight.

Lin Xingcheng squatted on the carpet and looked up at her, not knowing why, and asked: "What do you want to do?"

You can't just follow the Internet cable and beat people up, it's unrealistic.

Luozheng raised his lips and smiled: "Of course...scared them to death."

Scared to death? Why?

Luozheng didn't say anything, and just pulled Lin Xingcheng downstairs for dinner. He also said that he was going to have a big fight with her tonight and he had to replenish his energy first.

At this time, Beihuai Film and Television City

As night falls, in the dim studio, the staff are busy packing up and coming and going.

Jiang Ci sat quietly on the bench and looked at her phone with her head down. The film and television city was a bit far away from the hotel ordered by the crew. She couldn't walk back and could only wait for her agent Zhou Jing to drive over.

Today is the first day of filming for "Teenage Dream" and it is also the first time in Jiang Ci's life that she has acted.

It went very smoothly, and the director praised him for his talent, but he felt it was because the character Chen Ci looked too much like him.

There is no need to act at all, Chen Ci seems to be another himself. The same father died gloriously to save a drowning child, leaving an orphan and a widowed mother. In the end, the mother ran away and never came back.

This was his Jiang Ci experience.

"Jiang Ci."

Hearing someone calling him, Jiang Ci retracted his thoughts and looked up. The person was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. He was not tall and very thin. His slightly long hair was disheveled, and his bangs covered his eyes, making him look intimidating. Cringe.

He knew this person. This person was the second female lead he was playing against today. Her name seemed to be He Meng.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ci asked calmly.

He Meng's hand holding the paper cup trembled slightly. She finally worked up the courage to come and talk to him, but the moment she heard his voice, she felt timid and didn't even dare to look up at him.

She hated herself for being so useless, but she was powerless to change it.

When Jiang Ci saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, he noticed that she was holding a paper cup in both hands. There was water mist on the paper cup. Guessing the purpose of her coming, Jiang Ci frowned slightly and then stood up and left.

Seeing that he was leaving, He Meng was shocked. Suddenly he didn't care about anything and reached out to hold him: "Jiang Ci, I..."

Unexpectedly, the other party reacted quickly and did not let her touch him at all.

Jiang Ci stood still, looked at her sideways, and said coldly:

"Do not touch me."

He Meng saw him avoiding her like a dirty thing, and suddenly felt aggrieved and didn't know what to do.

Although she was saddened by his cold and distant words, she really wanted to thank her.

Unable to watch Jiang Ci turn away again, He Meng used up all his courage to jog a few steps in front of him, handed him the hot water, and said with trembling lips.

"Jiang...Ci, thank you for letting me put on makeup first in the dressing room."

As He Meng talked, his face couldn't help but turn red, his voice became more and more trembling, and his articulation was a little unclear.

"I... saw that you don't like... milk tea, so I prepared hot water. I hope you..."

I hope you won't refuse my thanks.

These were words that He Meng had rehearsed countless times in her mind, but it was a pity that she didn't have the chance to finish them all.

"No need, I let you because you came first."

So don't think too much.

The boy's voice was cold, as if it came from the frost on the top of the snow-capped mountains. It was so cold that her whole body froze and her heartbeat stopped.

He Meng froze on the spot. She didn't know when Jiang Ci left. Her courage slumped. She stood in the cold wind and suddenly felt as if she was falling into the abyss.

She couldn't explain what was wrong with her, she just... really wanted to get close to him and talk to him.

Maybe it was because I was so stunning when I saw him for the first time this morning, or maybe it was because he casually said "let her" in the dressing room. He was obviously someone I just met today.

But she burned every second of the scene related to him in her mind, replaying it like a movie.

Possibly possessed.

He Meng thought.