Diary of a male god

The video is still going on, and the director Luo Yu in the screen has a sad face: "There are some very good shots, but for some reason, they had to be cut. It's a pity."

"It is indeed an amazing shot!"

With the voice of the hostess, a set of shots of Tang Lingsu dancing on the spire began to be played on the screen.

"In addition to his dancing skills, Ah Su also has an admirable feature." Director Luo's voice sounded, "He really worked hard during the shooting. For shots like this, he took part in all the shots himself, and did not It uses special effects synthesis, so the impact on people is also extraordinarily strong..."

"Really, why did you cut it off?" the sweet female voice asked curiously.

"..."

Director Luo didn't answer, in fact, he didn't need to answer at all.Anyone with eyes can see the big stiff and sluggish face rushing in from the lower left corner of the screen. Because it is a close-up shot, that weird expression looks extraordinarily ridiculous.

"Pfft..." Liu Yi in front of the screen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water, slapped the table and laughed wildly.

——Well, this hostess has a grudge against Angela, right?This black one is really fresh and refined, with a magical pen, flowing clouds and flowing water, without leaving any traces! o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

"Uh... well," the hostess changed the subject in a stiff voice, "Aside from being hardworking, what is Tang Lingsu's personality like?"

"Well, what do you mean?"

Luo Yu asked a little puzzled, he was only sensitive in his own professional field.For ordinary people's gossip psychology, it is obviously impossible to understand.

"That...that is, is Tang Lingsu easy to get along with? After all, he looks like a formidable person!"

"That guy...Although he looks very unreasonable, he is actually just a dull guy! If you don't believe me, you can ask his teammates..."

So the camera changed again, and the person who appeared on the screen was a certain orange with red hair dyed.

"Ah, there is such a sunny little fresh meat in front of me, I feel that the whole person is much younger!"

The hostess who still couldn't see her face said so.

"Ale, it would be a disaster if you were much younger," Qiu Chengzhi smiled, "The Women's Federation will sue EA for employing child labor."

It was an obvious compliment, but no flattery could be seen on this big boy's face, making it completely impossible for people to feel any ill feeling.

"Oh, oh, what a sweet-mouthed little guy." The hostess, who is old enough to be a mother, smiled happily, obviously very useful, "This time I am not the point, so let me tell you what kind of person Tang Lingsu you know Bar?"

"Tang Lingsu..." Qiu Chengzhi frowned slightly, pretending to be thinking seriously, "If you want to say, he should be a strange uncle, right?"

"Huh?" Obviously this answer surprised the hostess, "Why do you say that? According to the information on the official website, he is only two years older than you?"

"Yeah, when I first found out, I was shocked..." Orange, who was carrying red hair, stroked his chest exaggeratedly, "I used to think that he was about ten years older than us..."

"Is there a problem with the information on the official website?" The hostess obviously wasn't afraid of too many things, and threw a explosive bomb, "Is there a possibility of fraud?"

"No, that's not it." Cheng Zijun shook his head, "How should I put it? He is the kind of traditional person who makes people think that there will be a generation gap. So the concept is different from ours."

"Generation gap? Is it really that exaggerated? Generally speaking, only elders above their parents will have this kind of communication trouble?"

"It's true." Cheng Zijun actually nodded in agreement, "He is the kind of person who works hard all the time. This is not an exaggerated description, but the truth. During the intervals of filming on the set or something, he I always seize every moment to read books to enrich myself..."

As soon as the camera turned, a group of Tang male gods reading a book on the set cut in.

"And he is the one who wakes up the earliest and sleeps the latest among the five of us. But the strangest thing is that his spirit is better than the rest of us, and the filming is done once..."

"so smart?"

"It's just so powerful..." Cheng Zijun sighed, and seemed to have drooped the stiff hairstyles on the top of his head, and said weakly, "The dance is also very good, it's like hanging out The presence……"

"So in Mr. Cheng's eyes, Tang Lingsu is such a person!" The hostess got√ got √ Qiu Hongmao's nickname without a teacher, and then changed the camera before he exploded, "Then what about the other teammates? What about Tang Lingsu?"

"Heh, he's just an uncle who doesn't understand fashion at all."

On the black screen, "Teammate No. [-]" was written in perfunctory characters, and a cold and noble voice made such a mocking sound.

"It seems that this teammate is very dissatisfied with Tang Lingsu's popularity..."

"Of course I'm dissatisfied!" The voice was still high and cold, "For this kind of natural clothes shelf, there are only T-shirts and jeans in the closet... It's a waste of money, okay!!!"

"..."

"Ah, don't worry about it." A very steady voice suddenly interjected, and the words on the screen changed to [Teammate No. [-]] "Just now, this guy has obsessive-compulsive obsessive-compulsive obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Ah, is it? Actually, as a female artist who needs to pay attention to fashion, I can understand this one's obsession just now!" The hostess said with a smile, and asked naturally, "Then just ask teammate No. [-] , how do you think of Tang Lingsu?"

"What I want to say should be reliable, right? Although I don't talk much, I always feel that it gives people an inexplicable sense of security..."

"Oh, it looks like a reliable friend! If so, he should become the ideal type for many girls, right?"

"Of course!" A voice full of vigor appeared, and the words on the screen changed to [Teammate No. [-]], "A Su is not only handsome, but also a good cook!!!"

"...You're lying, right?" The hostess struggled to squeeze out a mournful voice. She had already been labeled as "dark cuisine". Obviously, she could only offer an artist who knows how to cook. Knee, "Doesn't this kind of man only exist in girls' dreams?"

A certain orange pushed away the black cardboard with [Teammate No. [-]] and poked its head out from the edge of the camera.

"Yes, yes, our Tang Lingsu is such a fantastic existence!"

"Go back! Don't steal the camera!" A beautiful slender hand with well-proportioned flesh and bones appeared from the camera, pushing the red-haired head vigorously. "That's the end of this issue of the debut memoir, see you next time we unlock it!"

"And more!" Hongmao struggled vigorously, not forgetting to advertise himself, "The next issue will be my interview! Everyone must remember to follow me! Definitely!!"

After that, he was slapped on the face and rubbed on the head by the hostess angrily.

"Get out! I haven't shown my face yet!!!"