After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

When he arrived at Jian Wuyu's side, he held her arm and did not let go, crying and hiccupping, "I just like to take care of others, why should I be looked down upon if I like to take care of others..."

"Why is she good-looking, just, hiccup, can't be a talker, is it wrong to talk too much, woo woo woo, this society is too vicious..."

"An Yan...why don't you be friends with me...Hi, it's good to be friends with me..."

Jian Wuyu held up the scissors for cutting meat, and looked at Jin Meizhu who was starting to go crazy with no expression on his face. Just at this time, the boss came to change the baking tray, and saw Jin Meizhu laughing like this, as if he was used to it.

"This kid used to come here alone, and it's quite funny. When he came here, he talked to himself like this, which I don't understand." The boss took off the baking tray and replaced it with a new one. "I don't buy a bottle every time I drink. I want a drink, saying that I am afraid that I will not be able to go back if I get drunk, but I am not afraid this time, someone will send her back when I am drunk."

Jian Wuyu looked at the boss with kind and teasing eyes, smiled politely, and watched the boss leave.

"Because I knew I had to send you back, I drank recklessly," Jian Wuyu retracted her gaze, put the scissors back into the stainless steel plate, stared at the top of Jin Meizhu's head, and said softly, "It's kind."

It was late at this time, and there were fewer guests, but at this time someone came again, the wind chimes at the door jingled twice, Jin Meizhu raised her head suddenly, and almost bumped into Jian Wuyu's nose.

"Senior Boer!" She tremblingly pointed at the man in black short sleeves who was looking for a place, and shouted vaguely, "Oh, it's Boer, senior Boer!"

Jian Wuyu raised his eyelids and looked over, but unexpectedly met the other party's gaze.

The other party lowered his eyelids contemptuously, with a straight nose and a cold aura.

It was a man, wearing a black peaked cap and a black mask, only a pair of eyes in the shadows were indifferent and clear, reflecting the bright lights in the burning hotel, and seeing clearly through the steaming fog.

The smell of wine and meat in the air faded like a tide in an instant.

The man quickly looked away, as if nothing happened, or he didn't recognize her and Jin Meizhu, he whispered something to the man beside him, and the man looked at them.

"Boer, first Boer—" Jin Meizhu was still muttering.

They walked around the empty tables and walked straight up to them.

Jian Wuyu quickly pressed down Jin Meizhu's pointing finger, stood up, smiled appropriately, and said in a low voice, "Hello, senior."

Jin Meizhu stood up crookedly following her instincts, and stammered: "Ex, senior...", she bent down sharply, kowtowed loudly to the two of them on the table, shook her head, Jian Wu Yu immediately stretched out his hand to hold her, only to see that she closed her eyes and leaned back - she had fallen asleep.

Sincere.

The two seniors and Jian Wuyu looked at each other, the silence at this time was mixed with the smell of alcohol and roasted meat, and Jin Meizhu who was sleeping soundly on the side.

This scene is also quite chaotic.

Assessment results

"She's drunk."

After saying this sentence, instead of being polite to the two seniors in front of her, Jian Wuyu chose to check Jin Meizhu's face first.

Jian Wuyu knew that some artists often acted like they didn't take their faces seriously in front of the camera, which was an effective personality setting to quickly get close to fans.

Artists are all delicate, and if they have acne in private, they have to go to a beauty salon for an afternoon. If they bump into those places—especially the face, even if they don’t care in front of the camera, they will all be beating drums in their hearts.

As a trainee of SM—even if she has no intention of debuting, she really doesn't take her face seriously, Kim Mi Joo is the first one.

Jian Wuyu used two fingers to break Jin Meizhu's chin, and brushed her bangs away with one hand - there were light red marks on her fair and plump forehead.

No skin breaks, no bleeding, no scars.

After making the judgment, Jian Wuyu sighed, chose a bigger pillow and placed it carefully behind Jin Meizhu's head, then put the drunk aside and raised his eyes.

She clearly saw Bian Baekhyun looking at her with half-down eyes, and the inquiry in the black and white eyes seemed to be looking at another person through her-obviously wasting time looking for a meaningless answer.

"Is she okay?"

Meeting her eyes, the man who was called "Senior Bohr" by Kim Mi-joo and whose body is "Senior Baekhyun" suddenly smiled. He seemed to always have the patience and calmness of an older brother towards his younger siblings towards his juniors, with a smile on his face. His indifference disappeared in an instant, and the emotions in the black and white eyes warmed up, and the alienated eyebrows and eyes stretched out with a little concern.

Every little move of his is convincing others: "Nothing just happened."

Baekhyun's facial expression management is really excellent.

"It's okay." Hearing Bian Boxian's concern, Jian Wuyu lowered her eyebrows and responded thoughtfully, "I'm sorry senior, Jin Meizhu didn't mean to be rude."

Bian Boxian smiled at Jian Wuyu in an approachable manner, his voice was muffled from the mask, with a vague smile, he blinked, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, we scared you."

The person beside him was taller than him, with a tall and straight figure, a lazy and undisciplined demeanor, and an extremely strong sense of presence. At this moment, he casually said, "Brother Baekhyun, do you know any friends?"

"They are junior trainees," Bian Boxian said to the person, "Zhong Ren, say hello to them, this one is called An Yan, and that one—"

He looked at Jian Wuyu, who quickly replied, "Jin Meizhu."

"My name is Jin Zhongren." Jin Zhongren smiled. When his eyes stare at people, it always makes people feel that he has fallen in love with the person he is looking at at first sight-full of affection regardless of the occasion or time. "Hello."

However, Jin Zhongren's eyes staring blankly at the air just now are also so affectionate.

He took a brief look at Jian Wuyu, then turned his gaze back and asked Bian Boxian: "An Yan, you are a trainee who was supposed to be in brother's MV, right?"

Bian Boxian nodded.

"Oh, I heard that your memory is very good. Brother Mingzhe said that you can dance all the choreography just by watching it once." At this moment, the laziness in Jin Zhongren's eyes dissipated, and he stared at Jian Wuyu intently and inquiringly with a smile, "Very well. That's great."

The girl in front of her was wearing a peaked cap and a high ponytail. She looked like the other trainees, her appearance was not as good as the one who slept next to her, her aura was mediocre.

"No, no, the teacher spoke too much of me," Jian Wuyu said while acting the modesty and nervousness of a newcomer, while his mind was on the flesh, "Thank you for the compliment, senior, but it really didn't reach that level."

The stinky smell of meat kept coming.Jian Wuyu's heart seemed to be roasting on a grill, and she was thinking casually about when the polite conversation would end, the meat was going to be charcoal.

"Brother Mingzhe never praises people indiscriminately—you must have something special." Jin Zhongren noticed that the trainee in front of him always avoided his sight, not only squirmed his body, but also spoke cautiously. Take half a step forward, strengthening the tone.

Jian Wuyu has never been used to this kind of man who naturally exudes strong hormones. She smiled politely: "It's really an honor." She glanced at the baking tray very clearly—the meat was really burnt.

Jin Zhongren saw that Jian Wuyu was making an unnatural look, and his eyes were wandering here and there. After finally raising some interest, it all faded away.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed, because their choreographer highly praised it and Baekhyun Bian also affirmed it. His expectations for this rumored trainee have always been inexplicably high.

Sure enough, trainees are still trainees.

He lost interest, drooped his eyelids, and casually threw the topic to Bian Baekhyun: "Brother Baekhyun, what do you think?"

Jian Wuyu raised her eyes and glanced at Bian Boxian, she swore she just glanced at him casually, but the other party smiled, revealing the truth in his slightly drooping dark eyes.

Jian Wuyu lowered her eyebrows to avoid eye contact—an artist's wink and emotional intelligence are a kind of weapon. They are based on entertaining the public, and they are good at pleasing, which also means they are good at peeping people's hearts.

Bian Boxian had noticed that Jian Wuyu's eyes and thoughts were glued to the plate of charcoaled meat before, and he had been silent for a long time. At this time, he followed her way. He patted Jin Zhongren's shoulder and said: "Now Come out and talk about this, the juniors are all nervous."

He looked at Jian Wuyu again, and told him gently: "Eat well, go back to the dormitory and be careful, remember to take a taxi back, don't play too late, it would be bad if you let the assistant know."

"Inside."

Jian Wuyu continued to lament Bian Boxian's ability to perceive words and emotions, while nodding obediently.

Being so considerate to the younger generation, smiling when meeting each other, expressing concern in a few words, and helping to smooth things over, thinking about how such a person used to treat him with a cold face before, Jian Wuyu probably knows how much Bian Boxian hates private matters. Raw food.

No comparison, no—it doesn't hurt, it's her anyway.

When Jin Zhongren and Bian Boxian entered the box inside, Jian Wuyu immediately stood up and went to pay the bill—the meat was too weak to return to heaven, Jin Meizhu drank into mud, and Bian Bo, who made her die twice Xianzai, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Boss, how much is the total?"

The boss glanced at her, raised his hand and wiped his sweat: "No need, I've already paid."

Facing Shang Jian Wuyu's suspicious eyes, he pointed to the back of the store - the small box that Bian Boxian and the others had just walked into: "Baexian said to put it on his account."

Jian Wuyu stopped touching the card from his trouser pocket.

The boss glanced at her, hurried past her with a few bottles of beer in his hand, and his teasing voice fell far away: "It's really lucky to meet a good senior."

Jian Wuyu didn't respond, and after a while, he lowered his head and smiled.

Thinking on the spot for a moment whether he deserved it, Jian Wuyu moved his fingers - and put the card back in place.Byun Baekhyun does everything