Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

It was already noon when Chen Lin was woken up by his assistant knocking on the door as if his butt was on fire.

Escorting the injured master to the hospital last night, working hard like a grandson, and having to work as a part-time security guard to resist the reporters and fans who came after hearing the news, it took him a lot of effort.At this moment, the irritating knock on the door sounded to his ears, it was like the end of the world... And almost at the same time, the cell phone next to his pillow rang loudly, and Chen Lin was so desperate that his eyes went dark.

"Ahh—it's terrible..." Yawning, Chen Linlai refused to come out of the warm bed, cursing the whole world in a daze, "Young directors also have human rights..."

"Director Chen, open the door quickly!" The knock on the door continued, and it became more and more urgent. It was as if he wanted to kick the door open with his foot. Hearing the wailing voice of the little assistant, he was almost crying.

Usually this kind of time is related to that extremely difficult god.

Chen Lin's mind cleared up a little, he hesitated under the heavy quilt, and finally crawled out vaguely and reluctantly.

He almost regretted inviting An Dashen to act in this play. Various problems emerged one after another. His hair, which was not much at first, was almost bald, and his shiny scalp was always shiny under the flash.

No wonder people in the circle like to call him old man Chen, God knows he is not yet 40 years old.

Chen Lin lamented how easy it is to invite God and how difficult it is to send God away, while quickly putting on his coat and opening the door - he returned to the hotel at dawn, and before he even had time to take off his shirt and trousers, he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

When he walked to the door to unlock it, the little assistant was about to lift his foot and kick the door.

Chen Lin screamed in surprise and hurriedly jumped aside, dodging the fatal attack, but this time his sleepy eyes were all opened, "What happened?"

The little assistant stared at him with red eyes, panting.

"What, what's the matter?" Chen Lin was so stared that his spine shivered, and he hurriedly comforted him with a good temper, "Take a breath first, and speak slowly."

The little assistant blinked her big eyes desperately, took a few deep breaths, and then sobbed, "Oh, God, he..."

It really is the work of the Great God.

"What's wrong with the Great God?" Chen Lin's head started to ache again.

Maybe I did too many crooked things in the early years, and now I have a headache, which is really terrible.

"He...in his ward, there are a lot of police...blood..."

what? !

Immediately, the few remaining hairs of Chen Lin Shuoguo also withered like autumn leaves.

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When the police women's army rushed into the ward, An Dashen was sitting on the head of the bed with a positive expression, leisurely dialing the TV remote control.

It's just a happy face, but it's hard to say whether the body is happy or not.

However, what does it matter if you pay a small price to see that bastard suffer?

It's just that the cracked bone turned into a fracture, and the splint was replaced by a plaster cast... The corners of An Dashen's elegantly smiling lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

The young female policeman, who worked so hard to get the chance to speak, secretly glanced at the smiling God, her cheeks flushed with excitement, but she tried her best to maintain a capable image of a public security officer, "Who is Mo Bajue?"

The call to the police was made in front of his face, Bajue was not surprised, "I am."

"Someone called the police and said that you committed murder and hurt others. Please come with us." The female policeman didn't even look him in the face, all her eyes were glued to the Great God - he was so charming even with a plaster cast on... She thought in the bottom of her heart Weep silently.

"En." He responded very cooperatively, and Mo Bajue never said a word.

Regarding the matter of throwing that star out again, he didn't know whether he was too cautious or he was too unlucky. Anyway, it is a fact that it makes people hurt more, so he doesn't need to say anything.

If you make a mistake, you should be punished.

An Ran watched him follow the police to the door from the corner of his eye, his mind was spinning rapidly, full of ideas on how to deal with this fool more thoroughly, and unconsciously, he pressed the remote control several times faster.

Suddenly a familiar tune came out from the TV, An Ran was startled, turned his head to look over, and clicked his tongue involuntarily.

It was his first award-winning film, playing a young pianist.

Wearing a well-tailored black suit with a clean white collar, An Ran sat in the center of the transparent dining room, squinting slightly, with a smile on his lips, typing on the keyboard carelessly.

The afternoon sunlight scattered around him through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, and the glass bottles on the piano shone brightly.

Add another finger playfully, and another... The tone gradually became complex and full, and finally, the white ten fingers danced on the black and white keyboard, hitting clear notes one by one, and the refreshing tune faintly surrounded the quiet hall.

The person at the door stopped unconsciously.

Seeing the policewoman's excited expression, Mo Bajue turned to look at the TV in some puzzlement.

He saw that inside the square black box lived a completely different An Ran.

At the end of the song, An Ran turned his eyes to Mo Bajue who was listening to the music at the door, and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Hey, you idiot."

"..." Mo Bajue turned his head blankly, noncommittal to this title.

An Ran smiled lightly, lazily resting his chin on his hand, and pointed to the slow motion on the TV that was fading away, "Does it sound good?"

Mo Bajue nodded honestly, "Yes."

An Ran finally felt more at ease. It seems that this idiot is not useless, at least he can tell what is a fine product...

Bajue added, "It sounds better than my dad playing cotton."

...It sounds better than my dad playing cotton.

...It sounds better than my dad playing cotton.

...It sounds better than my dad playing cotton.

The proud face slowly collapsed into a bloodthirsty curse, and the god An Ran instantly solidified into the god of ice cubes.

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People in the entertainment industry, three points depend on qualifications, and seven points depend on luck.

Obviously, although Chen Lin's aptitude is a little bit better than other directors, his bad luck is more than a million points better than his aptitude - it can be seen that it is God's will that this person has been unknown for many years.

Therefore, when the unlucky Chen Lin squeezed in from the legion of fans and reporters outside the door with all his life, and saw An Dashen stroking his arm covered in plaster with a livid face, accompanied by a raging murderous aura comparable to hellfire, The first reaction is...

Who is he trying to hit with that thing? !

The second reaction is to back away quietly, then turn around and run away.

It's a pity that Shen Cheng, the manager of the great god, was greeted behind him, watching him with a smile, the unlucky guy wanted to cry but had no tears.

The manager of a great god must also be a great master in the world of brokers.

What a dark soul is hidden under Shen Cheng's foolish appearance, Chen Lin doesn't even dare to recall it, but he still looks like a good brother, holding his shoulders and pushing himself into the room, Chen Lin thought bitterly I am worried about the possibility of high paraplegia in my shoulders.

"Uh... Mr. An, Mr. An... what do you think?"

What responded to him was a cold snort from the Great God.

An Ran kept telling himself to be patient, to be patient, to be patient, to have this bastard get into trouble, and he managed to catch his breath, cast his eyes at the petrified policewomen at the door, frowned, and said, "Why don't you take him away? "

"Uh... let's go right away, let's go right away." Finally recovering from the shocked expression, the policeman smiled awkwardly and told Mo Bajue that he was about to leave, but secretly gave the Great God a thumbs up.

Forbearance is high, forbearance is high, forbearance is a knife on the head, the awareness of the great god is really incomparable to ordinary people.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you all." An Ran tried his best to force out a smile, and then glanced at the idiot again.

He actually saw deep...sympathy from that wooden eye? !

What the hell is he thinking? !

Mo Bajue looked at the star's face that turned from white to blue and from green to black, and sighed helplessly. How many times is this today?

It's really bad for him to be like this, with such a bad temper, no wonder he can only play these dangerous and demanding roles, it's hard to be a star... Thinking about it this way, his eyes unconsciously became more pitiful.

An Ran raised her eyebrows, "Hey, what was that look in your eyes just now?!"

Mo Bajue was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

He is indifferent and dull, but he is not stupid. Of course, he knows that it is better not to say these words. It is immoral to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds.

Seeing that he refused to speak, An Ran raised his voice impatiently, "Ask you!"

"It's nothing." Mo Bajue glanced at him lightly, then looked away again, "Can I leave with comrade police?"

He would rather be arrested by the police than dare to answer!

An Ran felt like a cat was scratching in his heart, staring straight at him and threatening, "Not to mention arresting all your parents!"

"..." Mo Bajue sighed helplessly, "Don't be like this, the director is here and has such a bad temper, what if I don't act for you? You don't want a salary?"

Chen Lin choked on his tea with a sneer, turned his head to look at Mo Bajue innocently, and was instantly overwhelmed by the admiration in his eyes of "the best director".

Having been a director for so many years, I have never seen anyone who has been truly admired by anyone from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, being stared at by Mo Bajue with such affectionate eyes, the feeling...is really unspeakable.

It was so cold that it made people feel a little flustered.

Chen Lin continued to drink tea with a smile on his face.

An Dashen's psychological defense ability continued to soar after meeting Mo Bajue. It took less than half a minute to go from being confused in the wind to raising his eyebrows and sneering. Ask, does he dare?"

Chen Lin stiffened his back.

Why is it him again... Is he really going to be so unlucky?You quarreled and used me as cannon fodder? !

Twisting his facial muscles in slow motion, he finally adjusted his expression to a flattering smile that he used to, but just as he raised his head, he met Mo Bajue's clear eyes from the corner of his eye.

Total trust and respect.

The smile that has been used for more than ten years and is dubbed the cheapest in history by netizens, under such stares, it can't last no matter what, it gradually disappears little by little, and finally becomes smooth.

Turning her head to the window, a face that didn't match her age was reflected on the glass. She smiled for too long, and all the flattery was engraved on her face, which couldn't be erased no matter what.

"Why don't you speak, huh? Do you dare?" The great god's melodious voice came, but the content was urgent.

Chen Lin squeezed his palm silently, and after a long while, he said sullenly, "... dare."

The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.

But how big can a small ward be?What's more, everyone's eyes are quietly falling on him.

An Ran raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What?"

Chen Lin quickly put on his usual expression again, and said to the great god with a smile, "I swear to God..."

Cold sweat slipped from the corners of his crow's feet, but he couldn't even wipe it off with his hands. It seemed that all his strength was concentrated on his stiff lips.

"I dare, I really dare."