I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an strode towards the studio with a light posture, and the eyes of others followed him closely.

The photographer stared at him intently and couldn't help admiring: "It's so perfect!"

Jiang Yang's complexion was ugly, even heavy makeup couldn't suppress his blue complexion.

Jiang Yang stared at him for a long time.

As Ning Zhi'an got closer, Jiang Yang's fingernails were getting deeper and deeper.

Until Ning Zhi'an was surrounded by photographers and staff, he took props and prepared to take pictures, Jiang Yang's eyes still fell on Ning Zhi'an.

The assistant reminded in a low voice: "Brother Jiang, we have to report to Group B."

"understood."

Jiang Yang replied indifferently, and after a while, he raised his foot and walked out of the studio. Halfway there, he lowered his voice and told his assistant: "Go and negotiate with the post-production, how can I say that I don't need to explain?"

The assistant nodded: "Don't worry."

"Do things better." Jiang Yang reminded.

In the studio, Ning Zhi'an made movements and expressions one after another at the request of the photographer, flexible and vivid, and freely retractable, presenting the character of Gu Tingquan vividly in front of the camera.

Gu Tingquan's fist and sword, love and hate, family and country, his innocence and indifference, romance and persistence are all interpreted by Ning Zhi'an, as if he suddenly had a soul.

In front of the camera, the clothes of the young man in white fluttered, as if he had been painstakingly drawn by someone with a little wolf pen, stroke by stroke, with heavy ink and color.

People can't help feeling: It turns out that the Creator is really eccentric.

"Great! Honey, turn around, yes, that's how you look at me!"

"Absolutely!"

The photographer was excited, the flashes continued one after another, and he danced around Ning Zhi'an with the camera on his shoulders, as if taking many photos was not enough.

After finishing shooting in one breath, the photographer showed Ning Zhi'an the result just now with great satisfaction, and other staff gathered around the computer screen to watch the original picture.

After seeing the original picture, not to mention the photographer, even the staff on the side couldn't help admiring.

"Teacher Ning's camera sense is really good."

"I can predict that this group of photos will definitely explode when posted on Weibo."

"Now I want to ask for the photo to be the cover of my phone."

Xiao Zhou nodded in agreement, thinking in his heart, Brother Ning has always been fine, but no one saw it.

……

It's already past nine o'clock after taking the makeup photo, and today's task is basically completed.

Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou were both starving, so they left the set, and the two of them first found a nearby restaurant to fill their stomachs.

The location of the crew is not too prosperous, and the food taste is not as delicate and delicious as in Beijing, but it is definitely okay to eat so-so.

The lady proprietress of the restaurant is an aunt in her fifties, her legs and feet don't seem to be very good, and she walks a little falteringly.

The aunt was very enthusiastic. Seeing that Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou didn't order many dishes, she also brought an extra pot of hot pimple soup, and said enthusiastically: "The temperature has dropped in the past two days, eating some hot food will keep you warm."

Ning Zhi'an quickly thanked the elder sister.

Auntie smiled and asked him: "I heard a few words from your chat, are you going to be filming here?"

"Yes." The location of the film crew was not a secret, Ning Zhian nodded frankly. "You have to stay here for a while."

The aunt asked curiously: "Is that busy every day?"

"That's right." Xiao Zhou said while sipping soup beside him. "Sometimes it can take a whole night to shoot."

I don't know why, after hearing this sentence, Auntie revealed a hidden worry and looked at Ning Zhi'an with a frown.

Ning Zhi'an didn't understand why the auntie showed such an expression, so she just smiled and joked: "It's not easy to do anything!"

"Yes, yes!" The aunt agreed very much when she heard this sentence, but she seemed to be more concerned.

Ning Zhi'an was really hungry, so he didn't think about Auntie's strange reaction, and started to eat vegetables with Xiao Zhou.

Auntie sat at the next table, resting her chin on her hands, watching Ning Zhian eat the whole time.

This feeling of being stared at while eating was not pleasant, but Ning Zhi'an could feel that the aunt had no malicious intentions, so she didn't say anything to stop her.

Before leaving the bill, the aunt insisted on giving him a [-]% discount.

Ning Zhi'an hastily declined: "Auntie who doesn't need it, you gave me a pot of pimple soup!"

The aunt looked at him very kindly: "You're welcome, just come here often, young man."

"That doesn't allow you to get a discount." Ning Zhi'an insisted.

You two and I exchanged a few words for the 19 yuan that the two saved for the [-]% discount, with firm expressions as if we were discussing a multi-million dollar business.

"Then you write two signatures for me!" Finally the aunt said so.

Ning Zhi'an didn't expect——

The first person who asked him to take a group photo was Uncle Zhou who was exercising in the morning.

The first person to ask for his autograph was the proprietress of the restaurant.

Ning Zhi'an carefully signed the two names and handed them over to the auntie. Before leaving, she could hear the auntie shouting at the restaurant door: "Young man often comes!"

Xiao Zhou sighed: "The folk customs here are really simple."

Ning Zhi'an agreed very much, and said in a low voice: "I think so too, I will introduce colleagues from the production team to come over with me in the future!"

……

Watching the two go away, the proprietress slowly walked back to the restaurant.

The original pair of pitch-black eyes turned pale yellow the moment he turned around, which was very strange under the night.

The proprietress took out her mobile phone and dialed a number with the prefix 444.

"Hello? Guess who came to film with us? ... Yes! It's an unemployed little star! Do you want his autograph? I'll sell you a copy for 500 million."

"It can't be cheap, your underworld is too inflationary..."

"Hey, he's going to be filming, and I don't know if he can update it on time..."

After eating and drinking enough, Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou went back to the hotel, took Ning Zhi'an's luggage out of Xiali's car one by one, and moved them to the room.

The hotel was given by the crew, it wasn't as good as the one in Beijing, but it was the best hotel within five kilometers from the crew.

The room was quite clean, and the area was not too small. Ning Zhi'an opened the suitcase and packed the clothes inside one by one.

He didn't bring much clothes, and it was folded after a while, and Ning Zhi'an put the clothes neatly into the cabinet.

Xiao Zhou was putting away daily necessities for Ning Zhi'an, and took out his laptop, Xiao Zhou shouted to Ning Zhi'an: "Brother Ning, should I put your notebook on the desk, or on the bedside table?"

"Put it on the desk." Ning Zhian replied, and glanced at Xiao Zhou by the way.

Looking at Ning Zhian, he realized something was wrong.

"Isn't this my laptop?" Ning Zhi'an asked doubtfully.

"Oh!" Xiao Zhou proudly spread out his brand-new notebook and showed it to Ning Zhi'an: "Your notebook is too old. Sister Tao said to give you a new one, but I didn't bring your old one."

Like a primary school student who got a new pencil case, Ning Zhi'an moved over curiously, and murmured with Xiao Zhou for a long time.

In the end, Ning Zhi'an sighed, "This speed is really fast!"

His old notebook was so slow that he wished he could take a few shots from time to time!

……

Xiao Zhou left after helping him pack his things. His room was upstairs, sharing with other crew members.

This turbulent day finally calmed down, Ning Zhi'an spread out on the bed in the shape of "big".

After a while, he got up again and ran to the computer desk to appreciate his new laptop.

It's good to love the new and hate the old!

This computer is so fast!

Satisfied, Ning Zhi'an opened the browser, entered the website address, and was about to enter his website where the article was being serialized.

After tossing for a long time, Ning Zhi'an found that he couldn't enter that web page? ? ?

No matter how you fiddle with it, the webpage always shows 404notfound coldly.

He sent Xiaoqian a message in doubt.

Ning Zhi'an: Are you there?I got a new computer, but I can't access your website, do you know why?

Xiaoqian replied in seconds again.

[Xiaoqian: What! ! ! 】

[Xiaoqian: Can you go up? 】

Ning Zhi'an thought the website was very strange before, and often logged out and logged in again to make sure that the domain name was the same every time, so he reluctantly believed that this was not an illegal website from overseas.

But what happened this time?

He replied: Yes, I can't go up anyway.

[Xiaoqian: Where's your old computer? 】

Ning Zhi'an: I'm at home, but I'm on a business trip now.

[Xiaoqian: Bring back the old computer, the new computer won't work. 】

Ning Zhi'an doesn't like to hear this sentence!

He replied defensively: But you are very strange, the webpage cannot be accessed, why blame the new laptop?How do you know the old computer can go up now?

【Xiaoqian:...】

Xiaoqian was speechless and fell into a long silence.

Seeing that Xiaoqian hadn't replied to his message, Ning Zhi'an said, "I'm going to take a shower, put the phone on the table, and went to the bathroom.

It was a busy day today, but Ning Zhi'an felt very satisfied and fulfilled.

The temperature here at the crew is very low at night, and the heating in the hotel is not that strong. Ning Zhian turned the water temperature to the highest, and the warm water gushes out from the shower, and gently glides over Ning Zhian's porcelain-white skin.

While rubbing the foam from her hair, Ning Zhi'an recited her lines: "Father, my son saved an injured person today!"

……

With a "ding", the elevator door on the 5th floor of the hotel rang, and Ji Zhaoran strode out from the elevator room.

He attended the event in the morning, then flew for several hours, and then drove for another two hours before rushing to the crew. He was slightly tired at this time.

After taking the suitcase, Ji Zhaoran said to the assistant: "Okay, you can come and pack it tomorrow morning, don't bother today."

The assistant nodded high, and said worriedly: "Then go to bed early and stop playing games."

It's too worrying for such an adult to stay up all night playing Xiaoxiaole.

Ji Zhaoran waved his hands with his back to Gao Gao, and Gao Gao turned back to the direction of the elevator.

He was also wearing a suit from when he attended the event.Ji Zhaoran is tall and has long legs, the light from the roof of the corridor falls, and the smooth and strong muscle lines wrapped under the suit can be faintly seen while walking.

Impatiently, Ji Zhaoran raised his hand and pulled off the tie, which was loosely wrapped around his wrists, and pulled the collar of his shirt, revealing his Adam's apple, which was as smooth as an olive stone.

He took out the room card from his pocket, and the room card had golden paint on it: 506

Ji Zhaoran opened the door.

……

The room that was supposed to be dark was brightly lit, and what was more eye-catching than the light... was the little boy who had just come out of the bathroom in front of him.

Ji Zhaoran was stunned for a moment by the abrupt contrast.

Ning Zhi'an stared blankly at Ji Zhaoran.

He was naked from the upper body, with only a bath towel around his waist.Ning Zhi'an's skin is thin and white as a fine glaze, now it is slightly reddened by the hot water, the whole body is covered with a layer of damp water vapor, the tip of the nose and the tail of the eyes are red.

Ning Zhi'an was dumbfounded.

He had just finished taking a shower and had applied a fragrant body lotion, when he came out, he saw Ji Zhaoran in front of his eyes.

It took him two seconds to realize that a bath towel was hanging all over his body, and even the tips of his ears turned red in an instant.

Ning Zhi'an felt that he was going to be short of oxygen, he took two steps back, spoke incoherently, and shouted at the top of his voice——

"Good evening, Teacher Ji!"