Four male gods forced me to transform [Entertainment]

"I still have something to do. I'll go first. Goodbye, bye."

Bu Li stood up with a "shua", quickly dodged and backed away, and it would be best not to see him again.

The rehearsal went well.

When work was over, it was getting late, Chi Ling invited the program team and Fan Tong's team to have dinner together.

Bu Li didn't want to go, so he applied to leave early, and with Chi Ling's permission, he left the TV station one step ahead of everyone else.

Only after I got out did I realize that the back door was full of people, and the short flight of stairs was surrounded by fans.

Fans usually stay here during rehearsals and recording shows, waiting for Chi Ling to commute to and from get off work, waiting for many nights, Bu Li is no surprise, but today is a bit different.

Probably the marketing of tidbits played a role. As soon as Buli appeared, the crowd swarmed up like a switch was pressed, screaming and pushing, making it impossible for Buli to move.

Bu Li was startled, and quickly took out the regular mask in his pocket and put it on, while saying "I admit the wrong person, give way", while covering his head to avoid, trying to pretend that passers-by had slipped away, but it was too late.

No wonder the fans shouted twice as loudly as he got off the car with Chi Ling in the morning. It turned out that this is the power of CP.Bu Li was thinking numbly, his feet couldn't touch the ground, like a piece of driftwood drifting in the sea, completely involuntary, the mask was quickly ripped off, and someone even touched his face .

When Xie Fuxi received the news, she quickly brought her bodyguards and security guards from the TV station to rescue the scene, and finally stabilized the situation, allowing Bu Li to leave the TV station and return safely to Shanwan Villa.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Chi Ling returned to the villa after finishing the banquet, his cheeks were flushed, his body smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were still clear.

He turned on the light and saw Bu Li sitting on the sofa silently like a ghost. He was startled at first, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

"Still not sleeping yet? Why, too excited?" Chi Ling made fun of him while walking towards the sofa.

Bu Li didn't talk to each other.

"I heard that you were surrounded by fans outside the TV station? I should have provided you with two bodyguards in advance, it was my negligence." Chi Ling went to Bu Li and sat down, probably because he was slightly drunk, he talked more up.

He sobered up by pressing his temples, and looked at Bu Li with great interest, "Tell me, how does it feel to be red?"

Bu Li didn't answer, and kept his original posture motionless.

He was stunned for a long time, and asked another question, "You are popular, what do you want to do? Sing, dance, film, or continue to do variety shows?"

"Well, I don't want to do anything." Chi Ling replied slowly, alcohol made his thinking a little dull.

"I don't understand." Bu Li pursed his lips.

Look at other people, look at other normal people, those who are not popular want to be popular, and those who are popular are thinking about how to maintain their popularity, how to seize resources, how to get on the top, and hope that their popularity will last forever.But what about him?A great future is in front of him, but he doesn't want to do anything?So at the end of the day, is he just trying to fool the masses?

"As I said, I'm a designer." Chi Ling frowned, "Singing, dancing, filming, and doing variety shows are all things stars do, and have nothing to do with me. I need status, influence, celebrity approval, fashion Popularity is useless to me, and even some young fans will drag down my image in front of the public..."

"Then why are you doing this? What are you doing so much for? You..." Bu Li couldn't continue, he didn't know how to describe Chi Ling's actions, and of course he had no right to comment.

"You still don't understand?" Chi Ling leaned on the sofa and sighed, and repeated with a little helplessness, "I said, I am a designer, not a star, but I am popular, this is an indisputable fact. Wait for all this When it's over, I will return to my own life, return to my proper track, and do what I should do. But the popularity is still there, and the fans will not leave so quickly. I need someone to take over my popularity, and I hope that person It's you."

Then have you ever thought that this is what I need, what the fans need?Do you take me for an idiot and your fans for idiots too?

Bu Li wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask.

Bu Li remembered the evening when he first came here, Chi Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window expressionlessly.

"I have my own pace, and I will not discuss anything with anyone, and it is not necessary. I am such a person, if you don't accept it, you can leave."

He remembered that he said this, indifferent, lonely, but stubborn.

And when he chose to stay, he said: "You are by my side, which is the greatest help to me."

That's right, after all, you are my assistant and my public ambiguous partner. As long as you are by my side and accept my care and kindness obediently, you don't even need to cooperate with the performance. Your existence is the greatest help to me.And I can't treat everyone like you, because I chose you, don't you think so?

That's what it means.Bu Li didn't believe it at the time, but now he believes it.

All of a sudden, there was an explanation for all the unbelievable intimacy.

Bu Li believed it, believed that every word Chi Ling said was the truth, but there was always half of it hidden behind his truth, like a time bomb, every time you gave your trust, you would give it to him without hesitation. A blow of doubt, even today, he has a deep understanding.

For Chi Ling, he is just a primary school student, there are always a hundred reasons to deal with, and there are always a hundred excuses to perfunctory.Maybe he once felt guilty, and there was still a softness in his heart, so when he felt something was wrong and asked him, he could always find the right reason to convince himself, but no one or anything could change his behavior , to reverse his stubbornness.

Such a question is meaningless, so it is useless to ask.

What made him like this?What made him build up layers of defense, retain warmth, but refuse warmth?

Bu Li felt that he was very strange, at such a time when he should be angry, but there was an inexplicable desire to explore spontaneously in his heart.

Chi Ling didn't see anything wrong with Bu Li, and was still talking freely, "I won't let anyone who follows me suffer. You are not bad looking, you have potential, and the most important thing is that you are interesting, stalking, and Marketing point, this is a fact that Xie Fuxi and I agree on. It is rare to have such a high popularity now, and it would be a pity to waste it for nothing. Do you want to make Fan Tong cheaper?"

What a rare opportunity, what an attractive condition, Bu Li almost believed it until he heard the word "Fan Tong".

"So without me, you would just find someone to fry CP with you?"

"No, it's someone I like." Chi Ling shook his finger, "There are not many people who I like."

It's not like good words at all, and it doesn't make people happy at all.

"Thank you so much." Bu Li smiled wryly.

"You're welcome." Chi Ling was unconscious.

Bu Li continued to smile wryly.

"Of course, it's also good for me, so don't be too grateful." Chi Ling added.

"Ah, Fogg...yes, it's still Fogg." Chi Ling slumped on the sofa, pressing his hot forehead, "Fogg doesn't give up, he wants to imitate my methods, and use my heat to praise their people." Get up, then I'll make them give up. The best way to kill a show is to fire the CP, it doesn't matter if you don't understand this sentence, you can ask Xie Fuxi."

After all, he was someone who had been on the fringes of the entertainment circle, how could Bu Li not understand.

How many variety shows are greedy for popularity, taking shortcuts, speculating on CP, blindly pleasing fans, ruining the original intention, ruining word of mouth, leaving a lot of feathers, time has changed, all I can think of is the infamy of selling corruption without a lower limit, and not only variety shows, Even TV shows.

Bu Li understood Chi Ling's meaning, Fogg wanted to be tall, so he did the opposite, packaged himself as a new traffic, attracted the attention of the public, created a fan circle carnival, and made people have no time to think about what the show originally wanted to express , What is the appeal, and in case of Fogg's next counterattack, simply direct the existing enthusiasm to CP, which can be seen from the heart.

But I have to say, very effective.

"What about you?" Bu Li asked.

"Me?" Chi Ling smiled, "I'm not Fogg, and I need to use variety shows to attract the favorability of domestic audiences. My battlefield has never been domestic. As long as Fogg's plan fails, I will win."

"But you have already won, you have already won."

"Why are you so naive? So cute."

If you don't put the opponent to death, you have to poke it twice to ensure that it is completely dead. How can you call it a win?

Chi Ling laughed, supported the sofa and raised his upper body, reached out and stroked Bu Li's head, then pinched Bu Li's earlobe, but Bu Li turned his head to avoid it.

The arm froze awkwardly in the air, and didn't take it back for a long time.

Chi Ling's face turned cold.

He sat up, looked at Bu Li quietly, and when Bu Li looked at him, his eyes changed from the joyful ones in the past, and an indescribable resistance surfaced, suddenly, it seemed that he also woke up from the wine.

Stepping away from the subconscious mind, the ensuing questions were like adding fuel to the fire, "You didn't lie to me?"

Chi Ling narrowed his eyes, "No."

"Will Chi Yi come?"

"meeting."

"Are you really afraid of him?"

"I'm afraid." Chi Ling stared at Bu Li with a cold expression and bottomless eyes, looking more frightening than the "Chi Yi" he said.

"Oh, really?" Bu Li pouted.

"Heh." Chi Ling sneered, and did not answer Bu Li's question, but said: "Fogg is having a hard time, but I am having a good time. It ruined me, and I will destroy it too."

Not ruined CeMontagne, ruined CM, but "ruined me".

At this time, Bu Li still didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence, and simply attributed Chi Ling's hatred for Fogg to the grievances of the previous generation.

The never-before-seen ice-cold tone gave way to a shiver.He lowered his eyes, because of the collapse of trust, he lost the ability to distinguish between the real and the fake, and because he really couldn't stand such a terrifying gaze from the other party, so he could only stagger his gaze, and cowardly chose to avoid it first.

Bu Li's avoidance made Chi Ling's face even colder, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

Chi Ling never denies his affection for Bu Li, he likes everything that runs counter to him.

Young, simple, reckless, blind, laugh at the sweetness, and forgive if you sell it badly, coupled with a background of nothing and a submissive personality, he finally chose him.

He kindly invites the other party to become his own community of destiny, uses the other party's admiration, and constantly lures the other party to agree with everything about him. He wants to play hard to get, and he wants to get what he wants. He always feels that he has done a good job, but he did not expect that what he incurred turned out to be distrust .

He likes the way he looks at him, with surprise, surprise, liking, admiration, and light.Even if it's fake, it's good enough.

But now it seems that there is no more.

Chi Ling felt that he was very angry, but he didn't know whether he was angry because his kindness was not appreciated by others, or because he was flustered when he saw the light in the other person's eyes go out.

"I want to ask for leave. Tomorrow, after the live broadcast, I have to go home to see my parents and go back to school." Bu Li said in a rough voice, looking for an excuse to break the deadlock.

"Whatever you want." Chi Ling stood up, took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, and left without looking back.

Step away speechless.

What's the matter with this man?I'm not even angry, why is he angry?

The live broadcast arrived as scheduled.

Everyone gathered at the TV station, full of confidence to welcome the audience's acceptance.

Bu Li didn't talk much, he was doing his own thing, no one noticed anything wrong with him, only when he was too nervous, no one came to bother him.

The theme of this issue is national rhyme, and Chi Ling takes ink as the theme, and uses black, white and gray to the extreme.Except for Bu Li's gradient cardigan and Fan Tong's embroidered dress, which are as complicated as ever, everything else is simple.The design is still ingenious, and the finishing touches are everywhere, but it is a little more approachable, and it is no longer unattainable. Even ordinary people who are not models have the fantasy of "will it look good if I wear it?" The evaluation of "down to earth" was a powerful counterattack and easily won the applause of the audience.

Coincidentally, Kirk of Fogg's team also chose the same black-and-white and ink style as Chi Ling, which has a strong sense of imitation, and because of cultural differences, he added some Western elements, which is a bit of a different approach.

It's just a collision of style, and what's more, it is the traditional style handed down from generation to generation in China, so plagiarism is completely out of the question.And a designer like Kirk, who is still famous in the world, is willing to put down his face to please the aesthetics of domestic audiences, which is beyond everyone's expectation.

Bu Li didn't expect it, but he could predict that Chi Ling's attack on Kirk's manuscript after the live broadcast was nothing more than plagiarism, but what does it matter to him?Stepping away from his indifferent face, until he was invited to the stage to accept comments, he caught sight of Sister Zhen who was waving desperately in the front row of the audience, and Lao Bu who was overjoyed and pretending to be serious, finally showed a long-lost smile on his tense face.

Bu Li remembered that he had asked them a long time ago, whether they would like to come to watch his performance live on the day of the live broadcast, and reserve the best seats for them. The old couple said that the store was busy and they could just watch TV at home. Why did they come again?Could it be that Lian Yuxuan was hiding it from her and wanted to give herself a surprise?That was a real surprise!

Bu Li was so happy that he even became enthusiastic about answering questions, causing Chi Ling to look sideways frequently, causing the audience to scream.

After the review, enter the scoring link.

The revision introduces audience voting, balances the evaluation of the jury, and eliminates the last one.Chi Ling and Kirk were far ahead, and the scores were evenly matched. In the end, Chi Ling narrowly won.

The live broadcast ended successfully.

The online ratings soared, the popularity on the Internet continued unabated, pure fans carnival, CP fans celebrated the New Year, the director was grinning from ear to ear, and even Fogg, who had been misfired all the time, gained a lot of presence because of binding Chiling, it can almost be said All staff are satisfied.

Except Fan Tong.

Different from the heat on the stage, the atmosphere in the backstage is tense.

Because it is a live broadcast, there is no need to do post-production. After the work is over, the program team convenes a short meeting with everyone to review the live broadcast process and the next work arrangement.

It may be that the atmosphere is too tense, and gradually no one speaks, and there are only two high-altitude flowers left, one on the left and one on the right, doing their own thing.

Fan Tong flicked the million-dollar earrings on her ears, and said quietly, "Mr. Chi, don't you want to explain?"

The author has something to say: Someone even touched his face in a random way.

Chi Ling: Damn, get angry!

Buli: Pay attention to your image!

Chi Ling: No, no, no need to touch anyway, what kind of image do you want?

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读者“二咬”灌溉营养液+52020-03-0710:02:25