The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

A miracle is a miracle because it happens so rarely.

Anrui's first college entrance examination results were not satisfactory, and she was more than ten points short of the passing line for entering that school.

He has worked hard enough to study without sleeping and eating. Zhu Jun also paid a lot of money and paid high tuition fees to accompany him through every moment of despair.

But they still failed.

On the day when the results came out, Zhu Jun grabbed An Rui's hand, dragged him out of bed, drove to the biggest gymnasium in the city, and watched the performance of the most popular star of the year.

When queuing up, they were crowded in the middle by many fans. There were screaming fans in front and behind. The aid was passed from front to back. Zhu Jun knotted the aid and handed it to a girl behind.

The girl took the bag with a blushing face, and whispered again: "You are so handsome."

Zhu Jun smiled, but An Rui held his hand, and he said, "I'm a little cold."

The gymnasium turned on the air conditioner, but it was useless. The indoor temperature was at least 28 or [-] degrees. Zhu Jun didn’t feel cold, but An Rui said it was cold, so he took out a light coat from his backpack and put it on his shoulders , Said: "Put it on when it's cold, and take it off when it's hot."

"Ah."

Zhu Jun decided to sit in the front middle of the infield, where he could clearly see the star's performance—and that star, who performed poorly, sang out of tune, lacked energy, and danced like a robot.

But the fans waved the lights and light sticks vigorously as if they couldn’t hear it at all, and sang the star’s single in unison—interesting thing, the fans’ chorus sounded much better than the stars on the stage .

Zhu Jun didn't know how he survived the two-hour concert. Occasionally, he turned his head to look at An Rui. An Rui's expression was blank, as if he was thinking about something.

When it finally came to the end, An Rui put on his clothes and walked out side by side with Zhu Jun. He asked, "What do you think of the concert just now?"

"Singing and dancing like that, do you think I look happy?"

"But his fans are excited and happy."

"Fans all have filters. Even if they don't have filters, because they really love fans, no one will be so stupid as to say something bad."

"Because of true love, so you can't bear to criticize?"

"No, it's because as long as one of them says something bad, it will give others the courage to say something bad, just like the emperor's new clothes, as long as no one breaks it, the emperor will wear beautiful clothes."

"But the song is really ugly, ugly is ugly, how can you deceive yourself."

"Fans don't care about such small things," Zhu Jun pressed the button on the car key and opened the door. "Fans only care about the interests of their favorite stars."

"It's just a small group of fans who follow blindly." An Rui sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt, "You shot."

Zhu Jun chuckled and said nothing. He stepped on the accelerator, backed out of the parking space, and drove home at a leisurely speed.

After a while, while waiting for the traffic lights, Zhu Jun heard An Rui and said in a hesitant tone: "I also want a lot of fans, can I?"

"sure."

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An Rui's fans are on the hot search, they have donated a total of 1000 million to a charitable fund that is small but actually doing practical things, and the direction that the charitable fund is supporting happens to be the one that the top wants to help, so Sina "generous "地" gave a positive hot search, Zhu Jun clicked into the hot search and looked, and found that half of the top ten IDs on the money-making list were old acquaintances, and Zhu Jun and them were in the same group.

Opened the common group chat that had been blocked for a while. The most recent group chat topic was how to dismantle the CP fans of An Rui and a male star.

Zhu Jun made a fuss, and the group threw flowers to welcome him, and a familiar ID started to talk about Anrui's recent business—the brand ambassador of a certain luxury brand in Greater China.

Zhu Jun understood their hint, opened the door of the cabinet, and came directly to the video, recorded three bags of the brand, and clicked send.

Immediately received enthusiastic replies from the group of friends.

"Remember to code the video, too."

"Slot, it's you, what a rich woman."

"It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time. Where did Miss Su Su get rich?"

Zhu Jun waited for a while before slowly typing and sending out: "My daughter went to kindergarten, and I didn't get used to it a while ago, but it just got better recently."

"Hey, my son is the same. He's a very strong boy. He rolls around every day because he doesn't want to go to school."

The rich women in the group started to talk about their own and other people's children, and then continued to chat with Zhu Jun about how to dismantle Anrui's CP.

Zhu Jun didn't come up with any ideas, but he also chatted with him. He felt "very good" and "very good" whoever spoke. After talking like this for a few hours, someone made a preliminary plan and began to spread in their respective small groups.

Anrui has a large number of fans. He became popular because of the drama, and the proportion of capable career fans is not small. These fans have been in the fan circle for many years and have a mature ability to gather fans.

Therefore, the new fans who watched the drama one after another, were quickly "educated" by the old fans, and became united.

In the eyes of outsiders, these fans are like screws on a machine, dedicating themselves and propping up the popularity of idols.

But within the fan group, every fan has gained a collective sense of honor and satisfaction. This feeling of being in a group and moving in one direction is charming and sweet, allowing countless lonely and confused souls to find their way and warmth.

"We work together to make stars better."

Zhu Jun watched the old fans use such words, picked up a young fan who couldn't find a companion in the forum, and replied with a cigarette-lighting emoji.

Fan circle, a place that people love and hate.

Sometimes Zhu Jun can't tell if he doesn't leave because he is reluctant to let An Rui get hurt, or because he is reluctant to let go of this fan circle that he knows exactly what it looks like.