After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

In recent months, Jing Xian has become more and more familiar with visiting. The Lu and Jing families live close to each other, and the hostesses from both families even go shopping together.

Not to mention that Grandpa Jing now particularly likes to go to the Lu family, just to see his big baby who is closer to him than his own grandson.

The two families reserved rooms for each other in their respective houses. After the dinner that day, except for Chen Yu and his wife, all the Jing family members who came from the neighboring villa area stayed in the Lu family courtyard.

The night gently covers the earth. Everything is silent except for the rustling of the breeze through the treetops. The lights of the city gradually go out in the night.

But the online uproar has just begun.

A Jin Opera song "Fan Lihua" suddenly became popular and became a real-time hot search on short videos.

Many high-quality videos have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, some near and some far away, with both bold and swift fighting scenes and delicate and touching expressions.

Any video has nearly 10,000 likes, and the most popular video has reached nearly 500,000 likes in just one night.

This is not an accidental explosion, but due to many hidden reasons behind it.

The first is the troupe's advantages and resource support. The Jianghai Liushang Troupe where Pang Hai is located is one of the more well-funded troupes in China, and its producer Qianyue Cultural and Creative Co., Ltd. is backed by well-known large companies.

Due to his master's relationship and his own high regard for his junior fellow apprentice, Pang Hai promoted his junior fellow apprentice without reservation.

The second is the platform’s boost and traffic accumulation.

Dou Video launched the “douyouhaoxi” plan this year, and the timing of Fan Lihua’s popularity in the “doulaichanghaoxi” event was a coincidence.

The platform’s streaming gave this so-called community performance more exposure opportunities, and Lu Rong also caught this wave of traffic and broke the circle.

Finally, it is the character's own conditions and performance charm. Lu Rong's appearance as a female warrior is pure, quiet, beautiful, sharp and heroic. The "heroine" Fan Lihua he played left a deep impression on the audience.

Of course, all this is inseparable from the careful operation of Jingxian’s publicity team.

The videos with the most likes now are all made by experts in short video production. The points they find in background music, video copywriting and other promotional aspects can reach people's hearts directly and perfectly grasp the public's empathy points.

For example, text such as "Husband is not a gender, but a feeling", as well as background music such as "Guanshan Wine", "The World" and "Divination", all played a role in promoting the popularity of the video.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight poured down, hitting the glass and shining directly onto the head of the bed. The originally soft and bright sunlight became a little dazzling, and the clouds in the sky gradually gathered around the sun.

Jing Xian, who was lying on the blue and white bedding, suddenly opened his eyes without any warning, without a trace of tiredness in his eyes.

He habitually ruffled his slightly fluffy hair, fumbled for a moment and picked up the phone.

The man who received the team report let out a long breath when he saw the situation online which was exactly as he expected.

Perhaps it is his innate talent that enables him to have an extraordinary understanding and control over the political situation and economic public opinion.

In order not to exceed the limits of his established power, Jing Xian limited his activities to the entertainment and business sectors. Otherwise, he was afraid that one day he would inexplicably break the law.

But even so, with the development of online platforms to this day, public platforms like Douyin have still assumed some of the government functions.

But what I’m spreading is truth, goodness and beauty, so what’s wrong with having a little bit of thought?

The man curled his lips, put his hands outside and rested his head on them. He just felt that his appetite was good enough today to eat one more sauerkraut bun.

The so-called never forgetting, there must be an echo.

Jing Xian was just thinking about the buns when he heard a regular knock on the door.

"Brother Jing, are you awake?"

The boy's voice was a little distorted through the wooden door, but it made the man, who was not feeling sleepy to begin with, suddenly perked up.

Jing Xian coughed softly: "Awake, come in."

As he spoke, he hurriedly checked his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not at the Jing family and did not have the habit of sleeping naked.

After getting the promise, the door was gently pushed open. The boy first stuck his head out and his eyes met Jing Xian's gaze. The man did not have the habit of drawing the curtains. The light in the room was sufficient, which made the boy's pupils glow a beautiful green color.

Lu Rong was wearing a carefully matched sportswear. The white short-sleeved top was made of light and breathable fabric that fit his body lines perfectly.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a small piece of skin that was red from exercise, exuding the heat of youth.

The black sports shorts just stopped above his knees. The loose style not only provided enough room for movement, but also showed a sense of casualness and freedom.

At this moment, his shirt was soaked with sweat, forming irregular dark marks on his chest and back, and his hair was slightly damp.

However, these traces of sweat did not make him look disheveled, but instead added to his vigor and charm after exercise.

"Brother, do you want to have breakfast? I went to the bun shop you mentioned last time and bought some for my morning run."

Lu Rong was holding three large bags of sauerkraut that were about to burst and a can of soy milk in her hands, and she smiled with her eyes curved. The collagen on her face seemed even fuller than the juicy soy milk.

Like... a cat that throws Big Jerry onto its owner's bed to please him.

In comparison, Jing Xian, who felt his body was a little decayed, silently covered his chest, his mind filled with the word "vitality".

Being fed...

The man didn't know whether Rongrong made a special detour to bring him breakfast to make him happy or whether it was more pleasing because she remembered his preferences, but he just felt that the sauerkraut dumplings were more delicious today.

Otherwise, why couldn't he stop grinning?

This phenomenon continued until Jing Xian went out, and then he discovered that, in fact, Rongrong had brought breakfast for everyone in the courtyard, and the table downstairs was piled with breakfast bags.

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But soon, he comforted himself: But his breakfast was delivered by Rongrong personally, right?

He is indeed the different one, isn't he?

Jing Xian, feeling better again, personally drove Lu Rong back to school.

The turmoil on the Internet is far from over. When netizens start to pay attention and dig deeper into the parties involved, that is when the benefits begin.

Lu Rong will be a senior at the beginning of the school year and the unified examination is about to begin. He is not sure whether fame and fortune have any so-called impression points for the Jianghai provincial examination, and it is difficult to say this kind of implicit score explicitly.

Jing Xian vaguely heard that the examination policy would be reformed this year, so he did not let his guard down.

There are two candidates with similar professional skills, one is unknown, while the other is a well-known child star/internet celebrity. The latter must be the one who stands out.

Jing Xian never doubted Lu Rong's excellence, he just wanted the child's life to be smoother.

The man was driving intently, not realizing that the boy was looking at him quietly with his head tilted.

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning just penetrated the mist and sprinkled on the quiet street.

A car was driving steadily, and the man in the driver's seat had a focused expression. His profile was strong and well-defined, and his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important.

The tall bridge of the nose cast a faint shadow in the morning light, the wings of the nose twitched slightly with the breathing, and the tightly pursed thin lips revealed a hint of determination.

The morning breeze blew in through the half-open car window, gently ruffling the short strands of hair on the man's forehead.

His eyes were deep and bright, and the few fine lines at the corners of his eyes not only did not weaken his charm, but instead added a bit of maturity that came with the years.

Lu Rong was so lost in thought that his thoughts began to drift away with the wind.

He is very serious about his career and is not as indifferent as he appears to be. He shows his calmness to his parents so as not to make them worry about him.

In fact, having experienced fighting alone in his previous life, Lu Rong already knew what a big melting pot the entertainment industry is, whether it is the idol circle or the performing arts circle.

As early as after "Ling Jun" was launched, he has been paying close attention to the direction of public opinion.

He soon discovered that online discourse was unexpectedly mild, even during the most controversial periods of time.

Logically speaking, a grassroots, parachuted-in newcomer like him with no experience in the industry would get a popular role in a hot IP as soon as he debuted, and it is inevitable that people with ulterior motives would buy articles to hype him up.

But as days passed, weeks and even the end of the month, nothing he imagined happened. Instead, last night's parade topped the hot searches again.

No matter how stupid Lu Rong was, he knew that there was someone by his side who was always protecting him and reminding him all the time that you, Lu Xiaorong, are no longer a person.

As for who this person is...

The boy smiled.

The post with the bad comments was deleted the moment he saw it. It was the work of Brother Jing. The new drama was recommended to the class and even the campus circle by his second brother and the class monitor. The trendy mother Yao was the first to create a super topic. It was Grandpa Jing who called everyone together to watch TV. Brother Pang used resources to secretly invest in Douyin. Teacher Tang who was far away in the capital was obsessed with him. Uncle Chen who was caught off guard and wiped away tears at a glance off the stage...

Who that person is may not be so important, Lu Rong calls them all - family.

The only thing he has to do now is to carry the expectations of his family, the dreams of the original owner and his own vision for the future, overcome all obstacles along the way, see the scenery at the end, and pick the fragrance nurtured by the sun and rain.

The morning sun was bright, and the difficult and unforgettable senior year of high school officially began.

After bidding farewell to Jing Xian, Lu Rong walked into her classroom amid the vague gazes of passerby students. The class was silent as if a point of muteness had been hit.

Lu Rong looked very calm, but secretly he was awkwardly fingering the book cover. How come he was like a noise cancelling machine, better than Teacher Gao...

Before I could even sit down, Teacher Gao at the door showed his head on time. His thick eyes reflected a serious light, and his skillful hands like a rattlesnake opened wide.

Lu Rong received the call and stood up again, walked to the door, 1,2,3... As expected, the class was in an uproar again.

The boy secretly glanced at Teacher Gao's face, which clearly showed an expression that he had expected this.

Feeling the boy's gaze, Teacher Gao raised his eyes and smiled like a human: "It's okay, I asked Teacher Liu to remember the name."

Lu Rong frowned and mourned for his classmates in his heart.

But when did the relationship between Teacher Liu and the teacher become so good?

Soon he no longer cared about these small details, and Gao You collected all his academic data from the entire second year of high school and made a summary.

The thick stack is enough to show the intentions of this old-fashioned man.

"Teacher Liu and I sorted it out together. Lu Rong, if you keep up this momentum, you will definitely not fall behind."

It will not only not be a drag.

Gao You thought with regret that if he could achieve such results in just one semester, it would not be a problem for him to get into a key university with a good academic record, but...

He couldn't help but think of the TV series that his little niece dragged him to watch during the summer vacation.

The young man rode his horse with high spirits, his hair mixed with sweat and sand, and the whip settled down...

All those shocking scenes are unforgettable, especially the surprised and disbelieving look on the girl's face when he told her that she was his student.

Since then, Gao You has deeply understood that who says that learning is just for learning? Every field needs people who shine.

He suddenly reconciled with the strings of numbers that had troubled him for more than ten years, and from then on he was free to fly freely.

The undergraduate majors in Jianghai Province require that the total score of candidates in the college entrance examination must be no less than 75% of the first-level score of the province's general category.

Among them, for dance, acting (directing) performance majors, and music performance majors, the total score of the college entrance examination must not be lower than 65% of the first-level score of the general category.

After the data from the previous class came out, Teacher Gao, who was taking over art students for the first time, was a little surprised. No wonder some people always say that art students are taking shortcuts.

Except for the higher education institutions approved by the Ministry of Education that can set their own admission scores, the cultural score line for undergraduate art majors in other universities is only no less than 366 points.

The passing score for undergraduate majors in arts is 369 points.

After seeing this score line, Teacher Gao scratched his head, felt that his student had secured the admission, and began to actively persuade the young man to focus more on the art exam.

After breaking down some of his predictions and telling them to the boy, he paused and spoke again:

"The time for the provincial exam has come. Registration is two months from now, from November 9th to 13th. The written exam will be on December 9th, a total of two days. You have to be aware of the time. The teacher will remind you when the time comes."

Although he said don't be nervous, Teacher Gao was actually more nervous about the only promising child in the class, fearing that he would delay the study of the eldest child.

"I got it, Teacher Gao. My brother will take me there when the time comes. Don't worry." Lu Rong couldn't help but be amused by the teacher's attitude and comforted him in return.

"That's good, that's good." Gao You took a sip of wolfberry tea and said, "That's all for today..."

Lu Rong nodded, and when he turned around and was about to leave the office, he was suddenly stopped by his teacher: "Wait a minute..."

The boy turned around in confusion and saw a very discordant postcard on the teacher's neat and square desk.

The figure above looked very familiar; it was him as the major general in Ling’s army.

Facing the naked gaze of his students, the old-fashioned man blushed and coughed twice: "My niece likes you very much and wants an autograph. Wait, sign two autographs. I have two nieces..."