Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on her lively little eyes, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What's your name?"

He just came back from abroad and hadn't paid attention to domestic news for a long time, but looking at the beautiful person in front of him, she must be a newcomer who has just entered the entertainment industry.

It's interesting, and if possible, he wouldn't mind raising one.

"Oh, Director Yan! I'm so sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

Without waiting for Qing Wan to answer, the program director came over enthusiastically and calmly put her behind him.

"All the works inside are ready, just waiting for your comments."

As he spoke, he half-pushed and half-led Yan Jue to walk inside, fearing that this reckless genius would fall for Qing Wan again.

This person is the living ancestor of their program group. If there is any gossip about him, the people above will tear him to pieces alive!

Yan Jue lowered his eyelids slightly, interest flashed across his eyes, and he smiled without saying anything.

The person who raised this little guy seemed to be quite powerful.

As they entered the courtyard, Ming Zijin was the first person to notice Yan Jue.

She was determined to win this time and was full of confidence. She believed that as long as Yan Jue saw her work, he would be deeply impressed by her.

And I heard that he came back this time to prepare a new movie, and the heroine role will definitely fall to her!

Hiding her inner complacency, Ming Zijin smiled gently and politely and greeted Yan Jue. The latter responded without even raising his eyes, very leisurely.

This made Ming Zijin feel a little unhappy, but seeing that he treated other people and even the movie emperor Cheng Yian like this, he felt a little more balanced.

Geniuses are always a little arrogant because of their talent.

But the next second, Qing Wan just stepped into the courtyard, and Yan Jue, who was sitting under the eaves, looked up sharply.

The lazy eyes were filled with smiles, and he raised the corners of his lips with interest and said, "Where is your work? Let me see it."

There was still a hint of blush on her fair face, and she ran from the sun to the shade in two or three steps.

She took the cold drink handed to her by Cheng Yian and gulped it down while replying in a slurred voice, "Come in order, see theirs first."

The abuse about Qing Wan has not stopped in the live broadcast room in the past two days, and it is even more so now.

[Although the creation process of the short film has not been released, judging from the appearance, Ming Xiwen, this idiot with an empty brain, is definitely not worth watching. ]

[I agree with the previous point. Also, Yan Jue is a big director after all. It is really disrespectful for her to behave like this!]

[A white-eyed wolf with antisocial personality disorder, what respect does he know? 】

[But she is really beautiful...]

[With her looks like this, no wonder even Cheng Yian is willing to be her dog. ]

As expected, the barrage of comments started to tear each other apart again. Ming Zijin's fans and internet trolls took the opportunity to lead the trend, and the smoky and chaotic live broadcast room raised the temperature again and again.

The guests at the scene were unaware of this. They seemed to be paying attention to Yan Jue, but in fact their minds were all on Qing Wan.

Lian Yan Jue is no exception.

His eyes swept across Qingwan's lips, which were soaked by the cold drink. They were very pink and tender.

It's like... just a gentle lick and juice will flow out.

Yan Jue's eyes darkened, but the next moment, he suddenly met Cheng Yian's gaze.

The cold and indifferent Gaoling flower in the memory is now standing behind Qing Wan, with a strong hostility revealed under her lowered eyes.

It was so hideous that it was almost distorted.

Yan Jue suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and laughed, half mocking and half disdainful.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, but Yan Jue seemed not to notice it. He narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair lazily.

"Just follow Xiao Xiwen's idea and follow the order. Let's get started."

When the short film is reviewed by Yan Jue, it will also be played simultaneously in the live broadcast room and voted on.

If the last person identified by Yan Jue is not last on the voting list, the punishment may be reduced at the discretion of the court.

The first short film is the work of Mo Siyue and Jiang Ziyao. The theme is longing. The content of the short film is average, not particularly outstanding, but not bad either.

The second one is by Ming Zijin and Hua Zhi, and the theme is separation.

When the opening music started playing, Yan Jue raised his eyebrows and supported his chin with some interest.

The following content and music did not disappoint him. In three minutes, it told the story of how two women got to know each other and fell in love.

The final climax is at the farewell, and the emotions and characters' inner expressions are extremely smooth and beautiful.

Yan Jue, who was always reluctant to give compliments, couldn't help but affirm, "Not bad."

These two light words fell into Ming Zijin's ears, and her slightly hanging heart finally settled down.

It seems to be stable.

When the camera turned, she smiled pretending to be embarrassed, but actually she glanced at Qing Wan's reaction.

But Qing Wan did not show the jealousy or resentment she had imagined. Instead, she rested her elbows on the table, her chin supported by her palms, and looked drowsy.

Cheng Yian beside him didn't pay any attention to these things. He stood next to Qing Wan, holding a small fan for her, blowing it back and forth, his eyes gently pressed on her with obsession and doting.

[It's so funny, look at how worthless Cheng Yian is. ]

[Our Cheng Ge is just considerate! Can some people stop letting their thoughts wander?! ]

[Ming Xiwen is really good at pretending. ]

[This internet celebrity who relies entirely on sleeping to become famous is finally going to fail, hahahahaha. 】

Regardless of how mocking the comments were, Qingwan and their group's short film eventually unfolded bit by bit.

The theme chosen by their group is very special, called——

Sacrifice.

Yan Jue's eyes fell on these two words and his heart skipped a beat.

Before he understood the sudden throbbing, an ethereal chant interrupted all his thoughts.

There was no background music, no lyrics, just a simple humming, but it instantly made everyone present hold their breath, and even the barrage of comments froze for a moment.

The first person to appear in the camera was a man dressed in black clothes and with shackles on his feet. He stepped up to the altar step by step.

The sound of shackles and the chanting combined together, creating a strange yet unignorable beauty.

The man's expression was indifferent from beginning to end, even with a bit of disdain, as if he was extremely fed up with such stupid sacrifices year after year.

Pray for God's mercy.

Ah.

What is God!

Magnificent and ancient sacrificial music rose slowly, and everyone prostrated themselves on the ground, chanting hymns passed down from their ancestors. The hymns were obscure, difficult to understand, and empty and desolate.

In the bloody sunlight, only the man on the altar was so arrogant that he refused to kneel even a little.

The elder of the tribe frowned, picked up the long whip and swung it on the man's back, solemnly and coldly, "Kneel down!"

But he still didn't give in.

The spiked whip fell on his back again, and blood and groans fell onto the altar floor.

After being beaten dozens of times, the priest contemptuously kicked the man to the ground. The man crawling on the ground turned pale and sweated profusely, but he still stubbornly refused to pray to the gods.

However, the next second, a lazy chuckle suddenly fell into his ear.

"Are you the sacrifice this time?"