The sprayer turned black on me

Fresh Orange Entertainment, Song Yu's agency, is an established entertainment company with a history of 2006 years since its establishment in 15.

After the turn of the millennium, the domestic entertainment industry has experienced many changes.In the alternation of the old and the new, Fresh Orange Entertainment not only stands firm, but also still occupies a high position amidst the menacing back waves, which shows that its operating capabilities are very strong.

In addition to strong operational capabilities, the backer behind Fresh Orange Entertainment, the Cheng Family Consortium, has also been providing resources for Fresh Orange Entertainment.

"That's it. You should be able to understand how important this party is, right?"

On the way to the gymnasium, Chen Yao repeatedly emphasized.

"This party is not only to celebrate the 15th anniversary of Fresh Orange Entertainment, but also to show the Cheng's consortium the style of our company, and let Cheng know that their investment and blood transfusion were not in vain.

"You are the one with the most potential and the most attention in the Fresh Orange family's idol series. Perform well at this party, and if you perform well, it will be easy to talk about your personal studio."

Song Yu nodded seriously: "I understand. I just want to please the people in the Cheng's consortium, right?"

Song Yu was as optimistic as possible, trying to make Chen Yao less nervous.

His manager is good everywhere, and he treats him like his own aunt.But the disadvantage is nagging, I always like to tell one thing repeatedly, and I am very, very prone to anxiety.

"Sister Yao, you have been with me for so long, when did I lose the chain? Don't worry about it. Come on, be happy~"

"Oh." Chen Yao pressed his temples, really couldn't be happy, "It's not that I'm worrying, but I heard that the young master has been playing with e-sports games, and he seems to want to form an e-sports team some time ago, so The chairman is very troubled."

Song Yu, who didn't take it seriously at first, immediately regained his energy when he heard the word "e-sports".

"Gaming?"

"Yeah, it's just a game."

Chen Yao patted Song Yu's hand.

"Some time ago, you were picked on because of the game. I'm afraid that the young master will affect your favor and give you a bad look because of this."

Speaking of this, Song Yu finally understood what Sister Yao meant, and was also faintly worried.

The stage design of the Capital Gymnasium is still being built, except for a sound system, a stage and a few large lights, there are no other things for the time being.

Song Yu, who was wearing light sportswear, greeted the director, chief lighting engineer, sound engineer and others one by one under the leadership of Chen Yao.

"I'm going to trouble everyone for the rehearsal, I'll try my best to finish it in one go!" Song Yu bowed one by one without any pretensions of a top-notch idol.

"No problem, no problem. If you want to pursue perfection, you can come a few more times. Don't be burdened." The lighting director was very peaceful, stepped forward to pat Song Yu on the shoulder, and smiled.

The director wanted to say a few more words of encouragement to Song Yu, but when he looked up, he saw a few familiar figures walking not far away, he stopped hurriedly, and waved his hand to say hello.

"Master Cheng, are you here? The sound system is still being adjusted. If you want to watch the rehearsal performance, you have to wait for a while."

Hearing the director's address to the visitor, Song Yu hurriedly raised his spirits, and greeted the visitor in a similar manner.

"Hi, Master Cheng, I'm Song Yu, nice to meet you."

Cheng Qiwen suffered from insomnia all night yesterday.

As the eldest son of a wealthy family, Cheng Qiwen has zero love experience, from being obsessed with academics to being obsessed with games—he hasn't dated for a long time, so that his parents are worried whether he is sexually incompetent.But in terms of personal charm, Cheng Qiwen is very confident in himself.

In reality, he has many suitors.There are appearanceists who think he is handsome and can be picked up, and there are money worshipers who simply want to marry a wealthy family...

No matter what it is, Cheng Qiwen is definitely not bad in terms of charm!

——It’s not that no one is chasing me, it’s that I don’t want to fall in love.

Driven by this mentality, Cheng Qiwen has been single for 23 years without any scruples.

Finally, in yesterday's qualifying match, he experienced the throbbing of the heart, but before he could take action, he was brutally refused to prompt and strangled in the cradle.

"...Damn it, it's too embarrassing."

The coercive and intimidating Young Master Cheng was so wronged that he hid in the bedroom and refused to go out.

"It's too embarrassing, it's so embarrassing, I might as well just disappear."

"Okay."

His younger brother Cheng Minghao, who was in the third year of junior high school, pushed open the door without anyone noticing, and poked his head out through the crack of the door.

"Brother, all your ghost and animal videos have been pushed to my homepage.

"It's a good thing none of my classmates know that you are God K, otherwise I would be really ashamed."

"roll."

Cheng Qiwen, who was sitting at the desk, grabbed the homework book in hand and flew over.

"I finished the math problem for you, little brother, take it back and correct it carefully.

"With your level, can you really get into a good high school? When I was your age, I was always the first in my grade."

"Hey, there are not many points, as long as there are books to read." The younger brother hummed, bent down and picked up the homework book, "not to mention the failure of chasing girls, and the whole network knows about it. Tsk tsk, my dear brother, why are you so so It's useless."

"It's not known to the whole Internet, right?" Cheng Qiwen wiped his nose with his fingertips, "It's just a small number of people in the e-sports circle..."

"They've all been turned into ghosts and animals, and you still think it's a 'small part'?"

The younger brother took pleasure in others' misfortune, turned the homework with his hands, and left happily.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'm going to find a girlfriend."

Cheng Qiwen didn't hear the second half of Brother Smelly's words, and frowned, got up and chased after him: "Cheng Minghao, wait for me, what did you just say? Girlfriend? Girlfriend?

"Die, you dare to hand in at the age of 15-"

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Qiwen was precisely arrested by Secretary Lin who appeared out of nowhere.

"Young master," the confidant male secretary who has been with the chairman all year round, pushed his glasses and smiled, "The chairman invites you to watch the rehearsal of the [-]th anniversary party of Fresh Orange Entertainment."

Cheng Qiwen turned his head slowly: "Can, can I not go?"

"Huh?" Secretary Lin kept smiling, "Master, look at what you said, haven't you already changed your clothes? Don't delay, let's go."

Cheng Qiwen was arrested and brought to the Capital Gymnasium.

He can take a look at the performances, but he is really not interested in idol stars or the like.

Even when people arrived at the venue, Cheng Qiwen was still absent-minded.On the surface, he is serious about meeting and recognizing people, but in reality, his mind is full of strawberry milk bunny, strawberry milk bunny—or fucking strawberry milk bunny!

Strawberry Milk Bunny, you hurt me so much!If you don't love me, why do you want to milk me and cooperate with me, making me feel that we are a match made in heaven?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the sadder I get.Cheng Qiwen crazily spread low air pressure to the outside world, making passers-by frightened, thinking that it was a bad reception somewhere, which made the young master angry.

But in fact, Young Master Cheng just yelled in his heart: If you don't love, you don't love, why do you hurt if you don't love?

"Hi, Master Cheng, I'm Song Yu, nice to meet you."

Cheng Qiwen, who was distracted, was drawn back by the refreshing voice.

Gathering his mind, he followed the sound and quickly met a pair of clear eyes.

"Wait will be my rehearsal performance. If you don't mind, young master, you can take a look."

The man kept talking in bits and pieces, Cheng Qiwen didn't pay attention to listen, his eyes were fixed on the other person's appearance.

The skin is delicate and fair, the eyebrows and eyes are thick, the bones are correct without losing the edges and corners, and they are soft and moist just right.

More importantly, this person's voice is quite nice, where did he hear it?

"Huh?" Cheng Qiwen raised his brows frivolously, put on the young master's airs, and put on his usual cold attitude, "Name?"

"I, I am Song Yu."

Song Yu broke into a cold sweat and repeated his name again, wondering if this young master is a fool?Can't understand the Chinese he just said?

"Isu is the island of an island. If you don't mind, you can call me Xiaodao."

"Oh, the name is quite unique."

Cheng Qiwen wanted to figure out where he heard it, but thought, forget it.

He has played so many games, had so many game friends, and there are countless ones with good voices.Maybe he confused the voice of a friend in the game with the voice of the person in front of him.

"Idol?"

Song Yu nodded: "Yes. I debuted at the end of 19."

Not only Cheng Qiwen, Song Yu also felt that the voice of the visitor was very familiar.

Because of learning music theory since childhood, Song Yu is very sensitive to sound factors such as timbre and pitch, and he is sure that he must have heard it somewhere.Responding to Young Master Cheng's inquiry, he frantically searched for voices he had heard recently.

"I don't care about this." Cheng Qiwen shrugged indifferently, "Isn't it just a vase? I'm not interested in trash vases, so forget it."

For the sake of this person's good looks and good voice, Cheng Qiwen would like to chat a little more, but since he is an idol, there is no need.

Cheng Qiwen, who believed in hard work since he was a child, looked down on and looked down on such so-called "idols" who rely on beauty and support from fans to survive from the bottom of their hearts.

"Director, I'll come back later. I'll go to other places first." Cheng Qiwen waved his hand, turned and walked away.

Song Yu, who stayed where he was, stared wide-eyed, and suddenly figured out why he thought the voice of the arrogant young master was familiar to him!

— because of the word "waste vase"!

Isn't this the voice of God K chasing him and beating up the e-sports anchor on the day of the live broadcast?

At the same time, he was also the K god and Kiwi who asked him for milk in the team voice last night, and he rejected the friend request twice in a row afterwards, so that he was made into a ghost animal and played in turn!

"Isn't it...?" Song Yu couldn't believe it for a while because of the shocking fact.

The world is so big and there are so many anchors.How could such a coincidence happen to him so bloodily?

The annoying rival anchor is my boss's son or something, impossible, impossible!It will not be such a coincidence!

"Hey, Qiwen, why are you still like this? No wonder the chairman has been worried about your inheritance of the family business." The other chief director seemed to be familiar with the young master, so he called out his name naturally, "In the freezer next to you There is a drink, you can take it if you want."

"Ah?" Song Yu was shocked again, and hurried to find Chen Yao to confirm, "The eldest young master just now, sister, do you know his name?"

"He gave you a bad look? Don't take it too seriously." Chen Yao patted the artist's back first, comforting him.

She thought for a while and replied.

"If I remember correctly, it's called... Cheng Qiwen?

"Yes, Cheng Qiwen. The Qi of the start, the news of the anecdote."

Qiwen Qiwen, read it carefully, it is very similar to the pronunciation of Kiwi.

"Qiwen...Kiwi..."

Song Yu clicked his tongue, becoming more and more sure that the young master and K University are the same person!

"Playing homophonic stalks, but you have to deduct money."