[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

At five o'clock in the morning, when Truman was picked up from the bed, his face smelled so bad that he tossed and hugged the quilt for half an hour, more disturbing than parting from life to death.Finally got up, half-closed eyes in a daze, violently kicked over the table, the cup shattered all over the floor, and the people in the room were terrified.

In the end, he was thrown into the car without brushing his teeth or washing his face.

As soon as he got in the car, he lay flat like a dead fish, fell into the back seat, and fell asleep again.

……

The agent glanced at the director team with gloomy and distorted faces, and then at Truman who was sleeping in front of the live broadcast camera. His fists were strangled to death. He almost wanted to take off his expensive high heels and hit him in the face, but he still held back. Yes, because what is more expensive than high heels is his face, his shameless face.

Such a big news was exposed yesterday, and the origin of his identity was also dug out.

Although this master is often criticized and scolded for "low education, poor acting skills, and big names", but compared with this revelation, he is as fresh and refined as a green tea bitch.

Mixing gangsters, gambling, drug trafficking...

No matter which artist gets involved, they have to be like ants on a hot pot.

Unexpectedly, this master is really big-hearted, with overwhelming negativity - in the end, it was as if he hadn't seen it, and he slept when he should.

It took a long time to spit last night, but the result.

Ha ha.

Waking up to get angry is a kind of sickness, he is sick again!

There is no cure!

……

Before going to bed last night, the agent called, and the phone was shattered with all the words in the alley.

While digging his ears, Truman said casually, "Don't make trouble, I quit drugs a long time ago."

"Is this the point? All the spittle of my daring old lady has been wiped out!" The manager hates iron and steel, "You have a little heart, don't be so heartless, just fooling around all day long and eating nonsense Sleep, this old lady has been talking back and forth for two years, and she almost yelled at you with her ears!"

"Don't mess around all day," Truman said, "Even if we are men, we should be careful."

"You know how to keep your temper!" The manager became even more angry when he heard this, "Do you know what your nickname is now, Mr. Chu! You are not stingy! Tomorrow's live broadcast, you have a good performance and restrain your temper. That child is obedient, you baba told me to find someone to be your son, you should care more about your son, don't smoke in front of your face, and you are angry... don't think I'm nagging But in this world, there has always been more icing on the cake and less charcoal in the snow. You are now covered in black and look like coal balls. People just want to wipe off your heat and kick you when it gets hot. go out……"

Truman yawned, and finally put the phone close to his ear, and stroked the irritable manager, "Human progress is really too slow, do you know why?"

The manager took a deep breath, "... What books have you read recently?"

"Darwin said that when a woman loses her temper, she takes a big step backward on the ladder of human progress."

The manager sneered, "What's the matter, for the sake of human progress, please help me shut up?"

"How dare, I prefer retro style"

The manager laughed angrily, and gave him some instructions to rest early, then hung up the phone.

……

The manager handed him over to the program team and left.

She sat in the car, rubbed her temples, thought of Truman, and then the child.

She felt that this matter was a bit of helping the evildoers, but Uncle Chu has become obsessed with this matter, and it would be disrespectful not to help.

What's more, Uncle Chu probably didn't have the guts to pierce the window paper.Uncle Chu looked awesome, but it was just a bluff. In fact, he was very cowardly, otherwise he would not have attacked his son.

After thinking about it, she still felt uneasy, so she took out her mobile phone and made a call.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a grumpy accusing voice, "Gratia, it's not even six o'clock!"

She snorted coldly, "You guys woke up my artist so early, and you still don't allow me to call you?"

"Are you bringing an artist or a son? Don't worry, your son is my son. I will help you take care of him. As for personal safety, you don't have to worry..."

……

After hanging up the phone, she turned on the live broadcast of the mobile phone again, glanced at the barrage, the screen was full of sunspots, but a large wave of sleepy fans had already occupied the high ground, rolling up their sleeves and cursing, she laughed helplessly.

She knew exactly how lethal Truman's face was.

Two years ago, she was 22 years old, she had just graduated and returned to China, and she hadn't let Uncle Chu get mad at her yet.

The Fang family is a well-known scholarly family, and is famous for its collection of books for generations. Its collection of books over the generations is no less than that of museums.After she was born, the elders named her Fang Songqing, hoping that she would be stable, elegant and graceful, with a blue quality and a heart.But if she didn't pay attention, Fang Songqing was brought into a wild girl in a courtyard by several demon kings, and her temper was gradually restrained, and she finally grew into a graceful and elegant lady. If so—read widely, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, graduated from Stanford with a master's degree at the age of 22, a proud daughter of heaven with a bright future.

But he fell into the pit of Uncle Chu, and it was a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

……

The first time she saw Truman was in the stairwell next to the interview classroom.

Two years ago, Truman was 16 years old, wearing a T-shirt and shorts worth tens of dollars, smoking an unlit cigarette, and smiling a bit. At first glance, he looked like a bad boy, but she was caught by him at the first sight. His face is amazing, his facial features are too delicate, and he is very attractive, he has a sunny breath, and a vicissitudes of life.

"Are you here for the interview too?"

He lifted his chin slightly, looked up and down with deep eyes, and suddenly smiled, "Well, I'm here for an interview too."

She was a little curious and asked, "Why do you want to be an actor?"

"I haven't been to school, and I don't have any other skills," he said. "Now I can only rely on my face for food."

"Like acting?"

"Who the hell likes to act? I don't have any pursuit, I'm just fooling around." He took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, tilted his head to light it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a smoke ring, "It's good to be alive. Of course, it's better Some money."

When he mentioned money, he smiled like a philistine, and when he spoke, he was old-fashioned. She was aroused a little bit, but she frowned slightly, "It's not easy for people to live, it's all about struggling, how old are you? how--"

He looked over and stared at her with a half-smile.

The moment they looked at each other suddenly, she forgot what she was going to say, and felt a chill down her spine—the boy's eyes were too scary, bottomless black, without a trace of light.

The curvature of the corners of his mouth widened, and his eyes softened again, as if what he saw just now was just her illusion.

After a long time, she said, "You did a good job."

"Well," he said nonchalantly, continuing to smoke, "so I don't like acting."

"What did you do before?"

"Do you know the casino?" He was twisting a cigarette, showing a bit of evil in his uninhibited way, "I have been there since I can remember."

She was a little taken aback, "A gangster at home?"

He laughed when he heard it, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked like a naughty boy, "I'm an orphan. However, the casino is indeed very dark, but you all seem to think that people who are gangsters are really special How awesome, just like in the TV drama."

She listened and asked jokingly, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not," he said, "but a poor wretch who can't save his life."

He was laughing when he said it, and his voice was plain, sad and lonely.

She suddenly felt distressed.

A voice came from outside the stairwell, "The next group is ready to enter"

"It's my turn." He pinched his cigarette and said with a smile.

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

……

Truman was brushed off without any surprise.

In this circle, the most taboo is people who dawdle without pursuit. You can have a low starting point, but you can’t go without pursuit. You can also walk slowly, but you can’t go the wrong way.But these two taboos are taken up by Truman.

But she still decided to take him, maybe because of his usual tone of sighing, maybe because of his eyes.

Fang Songqing did not take over the company, but chose to become his manager.

When we met again, it was in her office.

"We meet again," he said.

"You don't seem surprised."

With his hands still in his trouser pockets, he restrained his idleness, and there seemed to be no smile on the corner of his mouth, "Would you be surprised if I said that my target was you from the beginning?"

She froze for a moment and asked, "Why?"

"I meant no harm," he said.

"I know," she frowned subtly, but her voice was considerate and natural, "I'm just an ordinary manager, and I'm not worthy of your schemes."

He suddenly laughed.

She asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Do you know what I'm good at so far in my life?" He suppressed his smile and said lightly, "It's not playing cards, let alone killing people and setting fires, but watching people's eyes."

"Then what did you see?"

"A lot." He half-closed his eyes and said leisurely, "For example, when I said 'no malice' just now, your facial expressions were asymmetrical, so the emotions you showed were not real: you didn't agree with me. You don't believe what you say, and you're not an ordinary agent. At the same time, your features move slightly toward the center of your face—a frown, a pursed lip, and a slight lift of your chin—indicating that you're Secret disgust or disgust. Although the number of your facial changes is very small, even less than 0.1 mm, you are indeed disgusted. In addition, your emotional processing of this disgust is not sudden, but habitual, which shows that you It is commonplace to be used to such unscrupulous people and things, which shows that your family background is very good, and it is not generally very good. You have also shown restraint and politeness, and even think from the perspective of the other party, which also shows that you have been educated. Good upbringing."

Her facial expression was slightly relaxed, but her brows were obviously furrowed, "You didn't investigate me, but you saw my identity when we first met?"

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