I became popular after being dressed as a dead cannon fodder

When Yu Chi just got off the plane, he was almost squeezed by the fans who picked him up and had no place to stand.

He is really confused, the people here are too exaggerated, the deafening cheers, and the light boards held high, the station sister squatting to watch the filming, he even felt like the company hired a lot of people out of their own pockets Come give him a face.

Does he really have such a high popularity?

Yu Chi was deeply skeptical, he could even think of the marketing account's draft "Shocked, a certain well-known student paid people to pretend to be fans to pick him up!", which attracted a group of black fans to laugh at him.

However, he could only pretend not to know, took photos with fans with a smile on his face, signed autographs, and then lay on the car with his sore arms.

"Fake."

"Whether it's fake or not, this is your real popularity testimony." Zhang Shuya was holding a mobile phone, communicating with the company team to promote.

"That's right, brother, these fans are organized by themselves." Chacha took out a pack of tissues and handed it to him.

Yu Chi took it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Isn't it really someone hired by the company?"

As far as he knows, such cases are not uncommon.

For example, just after the draft, there was a low-ranking artist who made his debut thanks to the company's hard work. Basically, the company arranged for fans to pick up fans.

"Do I look like such a flashy person?" Zhang Shuya asked a little puzzled.

Yu Chi smiled lightly.

Chacha hesitated to speak, but finally closed her mouth.

Compared with her previous company, Zhang Shuya is undoubtedly a manager who is willing to spend money. Her methods are not tough, but she hides her needles, making it impossible to find any mistakes.

She basically took care of the publicity campaign on the Internet, and the transfer of the manuscript, and the work was very good.

Zhang Shu felt a little embarrassed when he thought about the past.

She used to work in Hai Rui, the company had a high budget, and most of the artists she brought were high-profile, confident, and flamboyant, and she inevitably got used to this kind of atmosphere.

But now this artist is obviously low-key.

"You really wronged me this time. Our Ding is always a generous person, willing to spend money and invest in it. However, if you really spend money, it's also the time to win prizes and public relations." Zhang Shuya coughed lightly and explained.

Yu Chi's voice was soft and somewhat vague: "It's my fault."

Zhang Shuya thought that this kid had a good temper, so she looked down at the news in the work group.Now that the company is just a start-up and there are many things to do, since she has come, she has taken on the role of the head of the Ministry of Economic Affairs.

After replying a few messages, she thought about explaining a few more words, but when she turned her head, she saw that the person was already leaning on the back seat, with her eyes closed, only the sound of light breathing could be heard.

I'm afraid I'm tired.

Zhang Shuya didn't stay on the set for a long time, but seeing the harshness of the director, she also knew very well that the leading actors in the crew had been honed.

When Yu Chi got home, he felt relaxed.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the black and white wall, and sighed silently.

For him, acting is a process of constant emotional consumption.He can use skills, inertia, and the way he has learned to interpret the role, but he really doesn't have the sincerity when he is emotionally involved.

He has always been a rational person with more reason than emotion. His use of skills and methods to interpret the role is undoubtedly the best choice.

But for the pursuit of perfection, he continues to invest his emotions and immerse himself in the characters, hoping to bring more real and vivid characters and characters.

But with it, there is also the exhaustion caused by emotional consumption.

Only the glory, likes and money gained by continuous progress can make up for the emptiness in his heart.

In the later years, sometimes he stopped and wanted to take a step back, and it might be a good choice to go behind the scenes.

However, it is still a pity.

It is not one's own choice, but a trade-off in desperation.After all, something was missing, the involuntary liking, persistence, and love for performances were gradually buried in my heart, and I no longer touched them.

"That's great." Yu Chi smiled lightly.

Every time he thinks of the luck of being lucky again, he can't help feeling a faint joy.Although, that means a completely different start and development.

He thought that he would not forget the past, but he also took on another life.

[I went to pick up the plane this time, and the organization is super good.My younger brother is really gentle and handsome, but he is a little too thin. When he walked over wearing a mask, he was really like the wind.I really didn't expect that my brother stopped and signed for us, which was really a super surprise.The signature is also very nice.Finally, thank you @城轩 for the milk tea, everyone has a cup, it’s cold hahaha.Attachment X3]

— crying, no time to go.

——What kind of fairy face value is this, sucking sucking sucking, it's so good-looking when you pat it casually!

——Juejuezi, my brother is so good-looking.

Yu Chi looked at this Weibo with thousands of likes, and unconsciously clicked under someone's Weibo.The latest Weibo is a long list, which involves the time arrangement and number of people in support, and even specifically asked not to send flowers.

He flipped through the comments, and they were basically all thanks and praises, and some posted pictures.

Yu Chi calculated the approximate number of people, and sent a red envelope via private message.He is also very embarrassed that fans are invited to drink milk tea throughout the whole process.

After posting, he had a good night's sleep. After waking up, he did a few sets of exercises, ordered meals, and watched 2 movies before he took out his phone and found that he had received several private messages.

Chengxuan: I am not short of money.

Chengxuan: Picture X1

Yu Chi looked at the red envelopes he hadn't accepted, as well as the bank card account deposit pictures posted by the other party, and couldn't help counting the digits.

That's right, 8 digits.

Yu Chi: ...

My fans have more money than me? ? ?

Yu Chi understood in seconds, it turned out that he was the one who made the move.

Buddha, Buddha, he, the rightful owner, actually has less savings than fans, woo woo woo, he sent a crying emoji, and immediately turned off his phone.

That's right, he needs to calm down and face this cruel reality.

After Zhao Chengxuan watched the other party send an expression, he didn't get the next reply for a long time.He frowned, exited Weibo, and re-entered.Still no reply.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening. He looked out the window, and the office building opposite was still brightly lit. He knew that the other party should not be asleep at this time.

After thinking about it, he opened WeChat, found the top contact, sent a sentence after a long time, and asked: What are you doing?Surprisingly, within ten seconds, he received a reply.

YC: Guess

YC: You can't guess

YC: I'm so sad, super sad.

Zhao Chengxuan watched him send messages one after another, and it was rare that he was a little rambling. He was silent for a long time, and replied: No drinking.

YC: Humph, leave me alone.

YC: I don't drink alcohol.

YC: Attachment X2

YC: Look, I was doing well at the neighborhood convenience store, so I bought a bottle of drink.

Zhao Chengxuan looked at the lower right corner of the sent picture, there was a bottle of a very familiar brand, isn't this called self-promotion?He sighed in a low voice: I'm all drunk.

More than half an hour later, when Zhao Chengxuan walked to the name of the neighborhood he was familiar with, he still hesitated.

He looked at the last message sent to him before.

YC: I'm so sleepy, let's go to bed first.

He is clear about his current place of residence. Although he didn't check it out, someone will still submit the information.

Perhaps, when he was still ignorant, the people around him already understood his subtle concern.

There are several convenience stores in the community. Zhao Chengxuan walked a lot before he came to this remote corner convenience store away from the main road. In that corner, there was a person sitting on a high stool, lying on a wooden table.

His right arm was left out, lazily resting on the long table, leaving only a part of his wrist, and his fingertips impatiently knocked on the half-empty glass wine bottle that was placed firmly and drank.

Zhao Chengxuan approached a few minutes, still had the faint, somewhat intoxicated peach smell, as if smeared with honey, lingering on him and not letting go.

"You came."

He lifted up his mask and hat, only showing a pair of gloomy, bright eyeballs, staring at you blankly, suddenly his brows and eyes curved, and he seemed to smile.

Zhao Chengxuan thought, it doesn't matter whether he is really drunk or fake drunk.

But he was really drunk.

The way back was not far, but not too close. He helped the people around him walk a long way, but at the end, the people couldn't walk anymore, and squatted on the ground aggrieved, making a fuss.

"Don't go."

Zhao Chengxuan looked at him with his head buried, with a high tone of voice, like a child acting like a spoiled child.It's funny in my heart, why haven't I seen him like this on weekdays... His voice became softer, and he said, "Get up first, and you'll be home in a while."

"No."

"There's still a lot to go."

Zhao Chengxuan's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his straight back was bent. He held his hand and said softly, "I'll carry you."

The way back was obviously not long, but suddenly it felt extremely long.The person on his back was not very heavy, but his head was a little itchy when buried on his shoulders, and the sound of breathing was very light and soft.

Zhao Chengxuan inexplicably wished that the road in front of him would be longer.

It's just that at the end of the day, he took out the key from his pocket, and before he could align it properly, the person on his back suddenly asked softly, "Can I kiss you?"

I didn't have time to think about the sudden words, I just felt my palms sweating suddenly, and I was inexplicably at a loss for a while.

He seemed to chuckle slightly, and couldn't help but move to his neck and kissed his cheek.

Zhao Chengxuan thought, does this person know?Should have known.

He is so sensitive, so proud, and the gentleness on his face is just a cover-up for the worldly social occasions, but such politeness can also win the favor of many people.

He stepped on the flashy stage so easily, easily reaping his likes.

It is "like", like many people like, no difference, no difference, all he has is this simple emotion.

Even, compared to other people, it is even more superficial, tainted with the taste of pornography.

His vile, seductive, possessive liking and longing, compared to those sincere, simple likings are so... He doesn't even want to think about it.

Opening the door, he uncontrollably kissed his forehead, cheek, and even his lips.

That's it, don't think about it anymore, he really likes, likes the person in front of him, and wants him uncontrollably.

He kissed meanly, with some pain and joy.

The person on the opposite side opened his dim eyes, seemed a little out of breath, hummed hoarsely, and was forced to bear it.

Zhao Chengxuan woke up and stopped this urge.

He looked at him with a gloomy expression, but it finally turned into a faint sigh, "I'm so bad."