The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

Zhu Jun originally thought that after so many years in the fan circle, he would no longer have obvious mood swings about the big and small things in the fan circle.After all, the last time An Rui was injured, he didn't collapse and hesitate too much.

When the fan circle encounters problems, he tries to solve the problem. If there is a shortage of people, money, and money, he needs internal information to contact Wang Qin, and a detective to find a witty co-worker—he already knows the rules and routines of the game very well. Also understand that getting emotional is useless for problem solving.But this time, he felt angry and disappointed for a long time.

He even wanted to call An Rui directly and ask him, "Are you crazy?"

He waited for three or ten minutes before he took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, drank more than half of it, turned on the computer with the strength of the wine, and logged in to all platforms. Entered, belongs to his battlefield.

The big fans are already in action, they pretend to be "it's no big deal", they produce what should be produced, and those who should forward the latest news forward the news, and say a few words calmly: "Isn't it just that we talked about something? Are you in love, you have ex-boyfriends, and you still care about these things."

Some big fans are very good at inciting emotions, and they immediately started to put a high hat on ordinary loose fans: "Our fans are always sensible, there will be no one who will emo because of such a trivial matter, right? An Rui trusts us, and we have to trust him, He's so busy, we can't mess him up with unwarranted speculation."

Zhu Jun logged on to a popular Weibo account that has been active recently, and wrote a long short essay after thinking about his words. The content was nothing more than recalling the past and looking forward to the future. Reassure other fans that "it's not a big deal".

His small paper was written with great literary talent and sincerity. Zhu Jun knew very well that after he clicked to publish, he should be able to deceive many fans.

But his mouse stayed on the send button for a long time, but he couldn't press the left button of the mouse for a long time.

He felt that, as Zhu Jun's ex-boyfriend, he had gone through the bottom line he had set for himself by putting on a fandom to brainwash fans into accepting the fact that "An Rui blew himself up with an ex-boyfriend".

He is a 30-year-old man, and he can no longer deceive a group of girls in their teens and twenties.

Zhu Jun deleted the long speech, edited only one sentence, and clicked the send button.

"Every fan is free, you can make your own decisions, and you don't have to listen to what anyone else has to say."

As soon as Zhu Jun finished posting this sentence, the "charlatan" approached him through a private message, and before that, Zhu Jun's number had never had any contact with her at all.

"Are you stimulated?" she asked.

"I probably don't know you." Zhu Jun answered carefully.

"Don't pretend you don't know each other, how many trumpets you have, others don't know, but I know it all."

Zhu Jun's heart skipped a beat, but he was still stubborn, and replied to her: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

The "charlatan" replied him with an excel. After Zhu Jun opened it, he found that all his Weibo accounts were in it, neatly arranged, not a single one was missing.

"..." At this moment, Zhu Jun could only reply with a series of ellipses.

"Are you curious, how did I find out your trumpet?"

"A little."

"You are afraid that you have forgotten your account number and password, so you have stored all the information in the Momo document."

"I encrypted it."

"It's useless for you to encrypt on the APP. The web page of Momo Document is very old. You can search for keywords on the square and you can find information. I was a coincidence that day. I searched for one of your Weibo nicknames and found it Your memo."

"...Did you see other content too?"

"I have also seen the trumpets on other platforms, but don't worry, I will keep it secret for you."

Zhu Jun was completely speechless, he wanted to scold the "charlatan" pervert, but after thinking about it, the other party has always been like this, and he didn't use any extreme means to check his privacy, and he was a girl, so he still didn't scold him.

"What do you want?" Zhu Jun asked her.

"Are you off the fan?"

Zhu Jun wanted to answer no, but thought that his trumpet had been exposed, and said, "Basically, it's off."

"Can I trouble you to help me get through this time?"

"...What if I don't agree?" Zhu Jun asked a death question.

"You are a gentle person, and you will never be willing to make fans sad."

Zhu Jun's body leaned back, he was silent for a long time, finally typed the keyboard with difficulty, and replied four words.

"I promise you."

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Zhu Jun doesn't want to lead the rhythm in the fan circle anymore, these are just ways to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.The turbulent fan circle must be calmed down once the star himself has to speak.

Zhu Jun dialed Wang Qin's number and tried to get the other party to convey it, but the call was still sent to An Rui.

An Rui's voice came through the handset of the mobile phone thousands of miles away, and he said, "Zhu Jun, it seems that I haven't heard you speak for a long time."

Zhu Jun couldn't say anything for a few seconds, he couldn't tell the emotion in his heart, was it resentment, anger, regret, or confusion?

He breathed shallowly and listened to the breathing of the other party. There was a silent confrontation between them.

Zhu Jun stroked the cold metal phone case with his fingers, and he finally spoke: "An Rui, are you going to destroy yourself?"