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Zhaoyang was stunned for 5 seconds before realizing the meaning of Jian Xing's words.

Zhaoyang half opened his mouth, "You..."

"I forgot to introduce myself yesterday," Jian Xing said, "I am Jian Xing."

Zhaoyang: "..."

"Senior," Jian Xing smiled slightly, "Please give me your advice next time."

With his mouth still open and his eyes wide open, Zhaoyang slowly took a step back.

Take another step back.

The brain is in a state of shutdown.

Wait, what's going on...?

Jane Xing...?

Jane Star? ? ? ? ?

How could he fail to recognize Jian Xing!

Zhaoyang quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and searched for the keyword - "Jane Xing".

The overwhelming photos jumped out of the screen.

Zhaoyang looked down at the screen, then looked up at Jianxing.

Jian Xing knew what Zhaoyang was looking for, and leaned against the wall behind him in the same posture as yesterday, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, and tilted his head, "Does the photo look like me?"

"..."

Zhaoyang's voice was so mechanical that it was inaudible, "It's not...like."

If you look closely, the outline is the same.It's not like, it's because Jian Xing's stage makeup and magazine looks are very strong and coquettish, just like those posters he has seen before, the thick ink and heavy colors cover up the essence of things, and Jian Xing standing in front of him has a plain face , is a youthful body supported only by 20-year-old collagen and hormones, everything is beautiful and natural.

You don't need pretense when you are young.

Zhaoyang has not slowed down yet.He needs to suffocate first.

This person is... Jian Xing?

The male number one in this show, the one who attracted nearly ten million fans by relying on his first show...Jane Xing?

"What's different?" Jian Xing asked again.

Zhaoyang pursed his lips tightly, unable to say a word.

like a dream...

Short, rapid, shaking him dizzy.

He thought it was "The Ugly Duckling", but in fact it was "The Little Match Girl". He lit one match after another yesterday, thinking that what he saw was reality, until the phantom disappeared and the gray ruins reappeared. It was as cold as ever.

The little newcomer who was convinced and adored by him yesterday was a fake. For Jian Xing, this may have been an insignificant little game from the beginning.

Zhaoyang's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed empty, feeling his throat was dry and hard to breathe.

His mind was still empty when his assistant Fang Hua came to him and said that he could do the styling.Zhaoyang grabbed at the straw, never looked at Jian Xing again, and confessed sullenly, then turned around and followed Fang Hua to flee for his life.

It wasn't until he escaped from Jian Xing's sight that he breathed a sigh of relief, and the shameful scene from yesterday began to attack violently.

... What did he say to Jian Xing yesterday?

You are just starting out, don't worry?

The lines are not very smooth yet, do you need to practice more?

Are you still very energetic?

Don't compare yourself to others now?

Will you be hot in the future?

Hearing the little newcomer call himself senior with full of reverence, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of complacency.

...he's dead.

Zhaoyang has worked with so many production crews, so he considers himself quite experienced.Unexpectedly, this time, the several months of filming had just begun, and his mentality was almost broken.

The opening of Shura is perfect.

Zhaoyang is like a wandering soul, following behind Fang Hua without any bright eyes.As soon as he arrived at the door of the dressing room, Fang Hua let out a groan, and turned his head annoyed and apologetic, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, we came a step late, and the seats are full now..."

He had just reserved a seat for Zhaoyang, but this is not a library, so it's not a good place to occupy a seat. The other actor is first come, first served. Can they drive him away?

Zhaoyang regained his senses in a trance. To be honest, he didn't care about these details at all, "...it's okay, I can wear makeup outside."

It’s summer now, there is an air conditioner in the dressing room, everyone likes to stay comfortably in it, and those who are pushed outside to put on makeup are usually small supporting roles who don’t have the right to speak, anyway, who is who is what, everyone knows .

Fang Hua showed embarrassment, and expressed his distress for Zhaoyang as an assistant, but he was actually waiting for Zhaoyang to say this himself.Zhaoyang has so many roles today, if he didn't do the styling early and missed the schedule, Director Qiu couldn't pass the test.But no actor in the dressing room can be offended by his little assistant. To put it bluntly, he is with the crew, and Zhaoyang is not an artist of his family. He just needs to do the work assigned by his superiors and not slow down the filming progress of the crew. Just qualified, and there is no obligation to share weal and woe with Zhaoyang.Fortunately, Zhaoyang didn't lose his temper, otherwise he would have a headache.

Zhaoyang waited at the same place, and Fang Hua went to communicate with the makeup artist.Makeup artists are also difficult. Doing makeup outdoors in broad daylight, the actors suffer, and they have to suffer too.Zhaoyang was waiting, when a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Zhaoyang?"

Zhaoyang felt that the hairs all over his body burst instantly.He could recognize this voice even 500 meters away.

Zhaoyang turned around with a stiff expression.

One calamity has just passed, and another calamity will come again.

Lin Xigu also said that he will be lucky in Italy this year, and after filming this drama, he will be popular.

Fuck the poisoned milk.

"Long time no see." Han Mingyi had a slight smile on his face.He was followed by three assistants from left to right, with his head held high, and he looked at people casually, as if scanning people out of the corner of his eye. His posture was like a royal family surrounded by thousands of people, which did not disgrace his status as a big star in the slightest.

This is the top-tier consistent pomp.I really can't blame him for not recognizing Jian Xing, it's because Jian Xing doesn't follow the rules.

Zhaoyang didn't want to pay attention to Han Mingyi, but with so many eyes watching, it would be unreasonable for him to shake his face at Han Mingyi, so he had to turn on the standard repeater mode: "...Long time no see."

Han Mingyi didn't care about Zhaoyang's ready indifference, glanced into the dressing room, and immediately understood what was going on, and was not even surprised by it.

"Go to my dressing room." Han Mingyi said.

His tone was very light, the kind that sounds gentle and refined to outsiders, especially fans, but to Zhao Yang's ears, it was clearly a kind of domineering self-assertion, leaving no room for negotiation at all, just to inform the other party One sound.

Han Mingyi felt that Zhaoyang had no reason to refuse.His one-person dressing room is comfortable and spacious, and he personally sent out an invitation to meet Zhaoyang, what position does Zhaoyang have to say no?

Han Mingyi believed that Zhao Yang would not take this matter seriously.Zhaoyang just doesn't like to play with top players like them, and he always wants to mix in this circle, and he has to abide by the rules of the game every day he doesn't leave the field.

Zhaoyang frowned slightly, almost smearing the three characters "unwilling" on his face.He looked in Fang Hua's direction, hoping that Fang Hua would come over soon, but Fang Hua was still negotiating, Zhaoyang sighed in his heart, "I won't trouble you."

"No trouble," Han Mingyi replied without hesitation, as if he had memorized the manuscript in advance, "Why are you being polite to me? Or do you not want to recognize me as a former teammate?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhaoyang had no way out.Jian Xing is responsible for half of the show's traffic, and Han Mingyi is responsible for half.He and Jian Xing had already had an awkward start, if they offended Han Mingyi again... maybe they would have to pack up and leave tomorrow.

Even if I don't leave, the days in the group will be annoying.

Zhaoyang regards death as his home, and was about to set off as a strong man, when another person suddenly interrupted: "Senior said, I don't want to trouble Mr. Han."

Both Zhaoyang and Han Mingyi were taken aback, but Jian Xing came to them at some point, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, senior promised to give me another lecture today, and I've agreed to come to my dressing room." As he spoke, he pulled Zhaoyang's wrist very naturally, "Senior, let's go."

As soon as he turned around, the face that had been smiling just now immediately turned cold.

Zhaoyang is still in a daze, and has already been pulled forward by Jian Xing.He wanted to look back at Han Mingyi's expression at this moment, and tried his best to resist the urge.

As soon as he turned the corner and came to the door of Jian Xing's dressing room, Zhaoyang withdrew his hand, took two steps back to keep a distance from Jian Xing, "I don't want to trouble you, I'll just go outside. I..." He held back for a long time, Vow to hold back an impeccable excuse, "I'm afraid of the cold."

Impeccable.

Jian Xing: "..."

It's the feeling of being insulted.

Zhaoyang wanted to leave, but Jian Xing stopped him one step at a time, "Senior, you don't want to bother me?"

Zhaoyang looked up at him.

"It's late," Jian Xing said, "It's already troublesome."

Jian Xing's half-smile expression made it difficult for Zhaoyang to distinguish whether his words were a joke that seemed to be threatening, or a threat that seemed to be joking.

Jian Xing's involuntary intrusion just now was tantamount to embarrassing Han Mingyi. Although it would not cause a rift, this small discomfort was enough to clearly establish a gap between the two, and it was very difficult for the people in the circle to be separated. Accumulation is not a good thing.If it is just to help Zhaoyang, this favor is too heavy.

Zhaoyang opened his mouth, wanting to ask - what should we do?How will he pay it back?

He can't pay back anything.But if it's because of his blindness yesterday...he can apologize.

If he hadn't recognized Jian Xing, so many things would not have happened.blame yourself.Lin Xigu scolded him for nothing wrong.

Jian Xing didn't know if he guessed Zhaoyang's meaning from the shape of his mouth, smiled, and his expression softened again, "Senior, don't be nervous, my requirements are not high..."

Zhaoyang waited for him to speak.

"Senior promised me yesterday that I can continue to ask senior if I don't understand... Didn't senior forget it?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

Ask, ask what?Ask him how to fall from the peak to the bottom, enter the industry for seven years and run for seven years, act conscientiously and diligently, but is life and death the secret of not being able to win a leading role?

That's right, he wanted to say that he had never acted as a male lead so far, so he couldn't guide Jian Xing how to act as the leading male lead.

But these words cannot be spoken, and it is impossible to say them.I have been in this line of work for so long, and some things should have become natural by now.It is a sour taste in the heart, but once it reaches the mouth, the sour taste becomes bitter, so bitter that it is heart-wrenching and embarrassing.

No amount of so-called hard work can compare to the final word of the word "failure".

"Yesterday... I said it casually," Zhaoyang finally continued, "Don't take it seriously."

"Just said it casually?" Jian Xing slapped the wall with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and squeezed the air between the two of them invisibly. "Senior, you just fooled me yesterday?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

His saying of "accumulate little by little, work hard step by step" is only applicable to newcomers.For some Ziwei stars who do not follow the usual path... It seems that there is nothing wrong with talking about fooling around.

How much he let himself go yesterday, how embarrassed Zhaoyang is now.

The news of the present world comes too fast like a tornado.

The two were in a stalemate, and Jian Xing's assistant Xiao Zhao ran over, "Hey Brother Jian, why don't you go in?"

Jian Xing withdrew her hand and turned to Xiao Zhao, "Let Sister Liu put on makeup for Senior Zhaoyang first."

Zhaoyang: "...?!"

Sister Liu is the top makeup artist of the crew. She and the art director decided on the makeup looks of several leading actors. She is usually in charge of Jian Xing's makeup. She may not be able to take care of all other roles. Guided.

Jian Xing himself has a complete team, including a private makeup artist, who follows him almost wherever he goes, including filming in a group.Therefore, even if the crew is busy, a top-notch like Jian Xing can always appear on stage gracefully and calmly.

Xiao Zhao looked at Zhaoyang in surprise, and the first thought in his mind: Who is this?

Jian Xing saw through Xiao Zhao's mind at a glance, "This is Mr. Zhaoyang, who played Yang Yixiu, and my senior, take good care of her, don't neglect her."

Zhaoyang almost choked on the air.

Please forgive me, really.

What kind of good deeds every day to guide the younger generation... He will never do this kind of thing again.

so tired.

From now on, he will act quietly, pretend quietly, and pretend that he does not exist quietly.

I just hope that it will be finished safely, and the world will not be seen after that.

In the next second, he realized that he was thinking too much.

"Also," Jian Xing said again, "free up half of my dressing room, and use it for senior Zhaoyang in the future."

Zhaoyang's eyes widened, and a series of question marks popped up on his head. Before he could speak, Xiao Zhao responded quickly: "Okay Brother Jian, I'll make arrangements right away!" Before finishing the last word, he turned around and ran away up.

Leaving Zhaoyang in place, the weak and helpless Erkang hung his hands in the air, facing Jian Xing's overwhelming pressure alone.

"Senior," Jian Xing smiled, "Go in?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

It was arranged clearly.

The dressing room was quickly vacated, and Zhaoyang's costumes were also brought over. Sister Liu and Jian Xing's personal makeup artist, Xiao Hu, were doing styling for both of them at the same time.Zhaoyang sat in front of the large mirror wall, looked at himself in the mirror, and was too dazed to extricate himself.

Sharing a private powder room...nice.From now on on this set, he was even deprived of the option to actively bypass Jian Xing.