Master, don't stop me from being an idol

"Master Zhuang, if you want to integrate into this group, you still need to know how to use mobile phones and computers..." Zhou Jingyuan patiently explained the operation method even though she was complaining in her heart.

It's not without reason that Zhuang Yuezhong became the leader of the righteous way. I saw him repeating it after reading it, and he could even use the keyboard to type out simple chat sentences.

This scene surprised Zhou Jingyuan in his heart. You must know that when he first came here, it took him a month to fully adapt to everything in the other world.

Seeing Zhuang Yuezhong looking at him, Zhou Jingyuan said: "In this different world, everyone needs an ID card before they can enter the salted fish group. This is the ID card. I have already prepared it for Zhuang Zongzhu."

Originally, Zhou Jingyuan thought of a more convenient way, that is to ask Chuci to temporarily lend his account to Zhuang Yuezhong, but Chu Ci strongly opposed it when he heard it, and threatened that Zhuang Yuezhong would never be allowed to enter the main group of salted fish.

In the past, there was only one group for the salted fish group, but now fans are spread all over the country, and there are countless groups. Zhou Jingyuan only needs to ask Zhuang Yuezhong to enter the word "salted fish" when looking for a group, and there are a lot of them.

Zhuang Yuezhong applied for one, but problems arose.

What does Wen Boyu cherish most?

Zhuang Yuezhong was stunned by this question, and Zhou Jingyuan didn't know, he said: "I'll ask my wife, Master Zhuang, wait a moment."

Not long after, Zhou Jingyuan came back, looking at Zhuang Yuezhong with a different look than before, and seemed to blame him a little more.

He walked to the computer, bent down and typed two words under the question: hair.

Answer the question correctly.

Zhuang Yue's center of gravity seemed to be hit by some blunt object, and it was stuffy and painful.

In the group, newcomers were discovered to be bubbling.

Dancing on Wen Wen Lashes: Welcome! [Salted fish scattered flowers jpg]

Slide on the bridge of Wen Wen's nose: Welcome newcomers! [Salted fish circles in circles jpg]

Weaving flower baskets on Wen Wen's long hair: new photos!

Zhuang Yuezhong has always disliked boring people, but at this moment he typed the word "hello" and sent it out.

"One thing is missing." Zhou Jingyuan manipulated the mouse and sent out a salted fish emoji, "Chat is incomplete without an emoji package."

Zhuang Yuezhong: "..." I always feel that you are talking nonsense.

At this time, a message came, Zhou Jingyuan looked at it and said, "It's the administrator of this group."

Admin: Hello duck, in order to ensure that you are not a black fan, please fill out the form and send it to me [file] before 10 o'clock tonight.

Zhou Jingyuan clicked on the file, and it turned out to be 100 questions about Wen Boyu, most of which were about Wen Boyu's movies, lines, or his usual hobbies and so on.

"Damn it..." Zhou Jingyuan was dumbfounded, it is so strict to enter a fan group now, "Master Zhuang, wait a moment, my wife is a fan of Bai Yu, I will let her fill it in."

"No need." Zhuang Yuezhong looked at the densely packed words, "I'll come in person."

Naturally, Zhou Jingyuan couldn't be by Zhuang Yuezhong's side all the time. When he left, he looked at Zhuang Yuezhong in a strange way. After three hours, Zhuang Yuezhong still failed to answer the 100 questions. The light projected by the computer made his face look It looked bloodless.

Nie Yuan... Zhou Jingyuan shook her head and closed the door.

Zhuang Yuezhong was unable to type for a long time, he found that these questions reminded himself that he knew nothing about Wen Baiyu.

At this moment, there was a bitterness in my heart that I had never felt before, how could he be worthy of Wen Baiyu's liking like this.

Maybe Bai Yu doesn't like him anymore.

Zhuang Yuezhong felt terrified, he wanted to see him.

Wen Boyu was playing with Song Xiaoxian. The latter took the script and exclaimed: "Bo Yu, you have a good memory. I remember that you didn't have to read the lines of the script before we were filming, and you never said you missed it."

"Fortunately, the lines are not very complicated." Wen Boyu did not directly say that he has a photographic memory. Compared with the lines, his acting skills need continuous improvement. .”

"Hey." Song Xiaoxian covered her face with the script, God knows how excited she is to play the couple with Wen Baiyu, especially the kiss scene later! ! !

She suppressed the joy in her heart and returned to normal when she put down the script, "Emotional scenes are actually not difficult, try imagining that I am the person you like."

"Okay." Wen Baiyu closed his eyes to adjust his emotions, and when he opened his eyes again to look at Song Xiaoxian, his expression and eyes were completely different from before.

Song Xiaoxian was completely stunned. She had been filming idol dramas all year round, and the actors she worked with all looked at her with affectionate and sweet eyes, but Wen Baiyu was different, her eyes were like dusty pearls, as if she was staring at the white snow, lonely and empty .

Is this the look in someone's eyes?

"Baiyu..." Song Xiaoxian reached out and grabbed Wen Baiyu's sleeve, shaking it.

Wen Baiyu blinked, and restored his previous gentle face: "What's wrong?"

"Your eyes are wrong... I like a sad expression that shouldn't be used." Song Xiaoxian was depressed. She has been in love several times, so she can naturally distinguish between acting and showing true feelings.

"The person you like... Has it hurt you?"

Wen Boyu felt a pain in his heart. He thought he was good at disguising, but others could tell at a glance. He forced a smile: "It seems that my acting skills need to be improved."

"This has nothing to do with acting skills..." Song Xiaoxian felt that this was an opportunity, her palms were sweating nervously, "Why don't we try to be real lovers?"

"I don't understand what you mean." Wen Baiyu was surprised, he looked down at Song Xiaoxian's hand grabbing her sleeve.

Song Xiaoxian had no choice but to let go, she didn't want Wen Boyu to see her eagerness, and explained: "You try to like me, this is only good for our drama."

"You mean hype? Just like what you and Senior Li did back then?" Wen Baiyu's eyes turned cold, "I said I didn't like that."

"What if it's a fake show? Would you like it?" Song Xiaoxian asked persistently. She likes Wen Boyu so much. It can be said that in the past few years in the entertainment industry, she has never seen an actor with such a special temperament, mysterious, gentle, and graceful. Young master of troubled times.

"Sorry." Wen Baiyu could see Song Xiaoxian's sincerity, but he only felt it was abrupt

"It's okay." Song Xiaoxian pursed her lips, she was expected to be rejected, but she still wanted to try, "You didn't do emotional scenes before because you cared about your sweetheart, so now you are willing to do emotional scenes, is it because of the breakup? gone?"

"We've never been together."

Song Xiaoxian opened her eyes wide: "Then you can't try with me..."

Song Xiaoxian is cute, and she can fascinate many men and women by being coquettish and cute, so she has been the heroine of idol dramas these years.

But Wen Baiyu, who has been numb to beauty in the world of cultivating immortals for many years, did not waver at all, but said: "I don't want to take advantage of your feelings."

This sentence is completely useless, Song Xiaoxian sighed: "Okay, but you have to adjust your eyes, first of all, you have to look at me from time to time, and then the smile spreads from your eyes to the corners of your mouth, right! That's how it feels..."

Song Xiaoxian taught Wen Baiyu skills, and in the eyes of others, the two were like lovers in their sweet period.

It was the same in Zhuang Yuezhong's eyes.

The girl is petite and cute, and the boy is tall and handsome. Anyone who sees them will say that they are a good match.

In the world of cultivating immortals, compared to the flowers of Gaoling, the unattainable Zhuang Yue is heavy and gentle like jade, and Wen Baiyu, the proud son of heaven, is even more admirable.

Zhuang Yuezhong had seen a female cultivator express her feelings to Wen Baiyu under the tree before, and the other party rejected him completely, and turned her head towards her, showing a smile on her face.

"Master, this disciple has no intentions of her."

Thinking about it now, that sentence hides deeper feelings.

The disciple has no interest in her, only the master.

Now Wen Baiyu was chatting and laughing with that woman, completely unaware of his arrival.

Zhuang Yuezhong suddenly developed a desire to destroy, and saw him cast a spell to rain, and the big raindrops fell quickly.

"It's raining!"

The assistants immediately brought umbrellas to cover the two of them from the rain. The umbrellas separated the distance between the two, and they walked slowly towards the house.

Zhuang Yuezhong was not half wet by the rain, but he stood alone, but his posture seemed to be covered by the downpour, he was embarrassed and downcast.

What is he doing... jealous?

He hurt Wen Baiyu so deeply, and now he still wants to prevent him from having happiness, how can he be worthy of being the master of the other party.

Zhuang Yuezhong's hands trembled badly. He came here because he missed Wen Baiyu so much, but when he came, he found that he didn't have the courage to go over and say a word to him.

What can he say?The two of them have now severed their master-student friendship, fearing that the other party's first words will be a respectful title.

He didn't want to see Wen Boyu's indifferent attitude towards him.

Zhuang Yue turned around again, and disappeared in place as if fleeing from the wilderness.

"The rain has stopped." Song Xiaoxian stretched out her hand to catch the rainwater dripping from the eaves, "It's so fast, it only rained in less than 5 minutes, and the weather forecast didn't say it would rain today..."

As the cold wind blew, she tightened her down jacket: "Hiss! It's so cold, Bai Yu, why don't you wear a coat?"

When she didn't get a response, Song Xiaoxian turned her head to look, only to see Wen Baiyu staring into the distance in a daze, and didn't hear her at all.

She looked in the direction the other party was looking, but there was nothing.

"Baiyu?"

Wen Baiyu knew that Master had been here.

The opponent appeared without holding his breath or concealing the aura fluctuations.

He didn't even need to look back, the figure of the other party was engraved in his bones, and he couldn't forget it.

In the past, he was very happy to see his master, and he couldn't tolerate anything in his eyes. He only wanted to be around the other party and feel the other party's breath.

But now, even though there are still layers of turmoil in his heart, he will no longer show the slightest bit, and will no longer eagerly move over to him, and become the object of the other party's random manipulation.

What is Master here for?

Wen Baiyu didn't understand, but seemed to understand a little bit.

The saddest thing between him and his master is that he understands everything.

Because you believe in me, you hurt me and hurt me.

Wen Baiyu lifted his foot, ignored the call behind him, walked to the place where Zhuang Yuezhong was standing, stared at the place where he and Song Xiaoxian were before,

Master looked at that scene at that time, was it very painful, did you regret it?

Wen Boyu ignored the pain in his heart, and smiled happily as if masturbating himself.

He came up with such a despicable idea, wishing to let Master experience the pain ten times and a hundred times he had suffered.

Fortunately, his celestial roots were completely destroyed, and he would no longer be able to cultivate, otherwise he would have inner demons and become a demon cultivator like Shen Qingzhi.URL,: