I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Pei Huan is an unqualified idol, and he dances poorly. He is not ashamed to play in front of his own family with fan filters.

The key here is that they don't know everything.

"Well, I want to go to the toilet."

Pei Huan bent over and wanted to slip out, but was blocked by Zhu Yang, who dragged him to the stage by the back of his collar: "Teacher, I'll leave it to you."

Seeing his distressed appearance, Xu Huaicheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. Everyone knew that Pei Huan was only in charge of appearance in the group, and it was a joke to have him on stage.

He pretended to persuade: "Xiao Huan's limbs are not well coordinated, the teacher should change someone."

"Yes, change someone." Pei Huan quickly took over.

"No need to change." The Peking Opera teacher came over and pressed his body, and nodded with satisfaction: "This figure looks good on stage, let me have a look at it."

Pei Huan stretched out his paw, and the Peking Opera teacher grabbed his hand: "Little friend, you are a good material for a male role."

Pei Huan was stunned: "What the hell?"

Someone in the audience couldn't help laughing, and the harmless laughter fell into Pei Huan's ears, and his whole face turned red.

Shame.

"If you are interested, I will introduce it to you after class."

The Peking Opera teacher kindly threw out an olive branch, and the other actors were envious. It is very difficult for this generation of old artists to enter the circle.

Pei Huan didn't understand this, so he didn't respond.

The Peking Opera teacher was not displeased either, and calmly returned to the topic of today's class: "Taiwan steps are mostly used in Tsing Yi, children come and pay attention to follow me, gesture orchid palm on the left hip, center of gravity downward, knees bent and clamped, and toes out step……"

"Teacher, wait a minute!" Pei Huan said anxiously, "I'm not healed yet, where should I put the orchid palm? And my feet—"

"Put the left hip."

Zhu Yang stepped forward and stretched out his hand, grabbed his hand, and carefully adjusted his hand posture: "Press down with your palm."

Pei Huan whispered, "How do you know?"

"I just said it." Zhu Yang snapped his fingers upwards: "How did you survive with such an IQ?"

Pei Huan gave him a hard look, trying to pull back his hand.

"Don't make trouble." Zhu Yang grabbed his finger, "I'm almost done."

Pei Huan felt his face getting hotter: "Then hurry up."

The two did not expect that such behavior would be interpreted from the perspective of other actors, and the taste would be completely opposite.

Ordinary straight men only think that the producer really does his job.

But the lead actress Xiao Yue, who has been on CP for so many years, was excited to watch.

It's too presumptuous to openly break hands and whisper.

Top-ranking actor X, what kind of fairy match is this!

Looking at the two heads that were joined together, Xiao Yue's ambition to press the head was about to move.

Come closer, come closer!

After a lot of knocking and beating by Zhu Yang, he finally carved out the sculpture of Pei.

Zhu Yang let go with satisfaction: "It's done."

"No - Zhu Yang, I can't stand still!"

A strong hand pinched Pei Huan's waist, and his cold breath pressed against his ear: "Press down the center of gravity."

Pei Huan stumblingly adjusted.

The Peking Opera teacher kept nodding beside him: "This stern-faced kid is very talented."

Pei Huan's nervousness was dissipated by these words, and he trembled when he laughed: "Stern-faced kid, hahahaha."

Zhu Yang looked at Pei Huan like a fool, and gave him a warning pinch on his waist: "Seriously."

Pei Huan had to keep his mouth shut.

Zhu Yang lowered his head in front of him to help him straighten his feet, his slender eyelashes fluctuated with the frequency of blinking, and his lips were light and cool.

Under Zhu Shen's intervention, Pei Huan learned the movements decently, and it was really bluffing to take pictures.

Pei Huan stepped down.

In the following lectures, several actors were called to the stage one after another. The movements looked simple, but it was still difficult to make them beautiful.

"Producer, can you take a look at this gesture?"

Producer Zhu, who had been personally guiding and caring just now, was now crossing his arms and leaning against the wall with his back against the wall, not intending to move at all.

He said without changing his face: "Don't ask me, I don't understand."

Actor who asked the question: "..."

The producer is not biased, but has no heart at all!

This kind of differential treatment, which can be seen with his toes, gave Pei Huan a strong sense of presence in the crew.

Even when he was eating boxed lunch at noon, Pei Huan was surrounded by people and asked him if he knew Zhu Yang very well?

Pei Huan held his lunch box: "What do you think?"

The two of them ate the same set lunch with one meat and two meats, and fell silent.

The actor felt that Pei Huan had no star airs, so he asked casually, "You don't know him well, why did he give you special counseling?"

Pei Huan took a bite of his meal, "I'm a vase, I don't have the ability to learn by myself."

"..."

You're fairly clear about where you are.

Seeing Pei Huan mingle with the actors, talking and laughing, Xu Huaicheng clenched his fists.

Why is it like this every time?

As long as he is there, everyone will revolve around him.

Even Zhu Yang acquiesced in his existence.

Xu Huaicheng's agent, Yang Xin, saw his reluctance, "What do you care about with him, you are the number two male." He looked over with contempt: "What can you do if you mix with the 18th line of the group."

Xu Huaicheng snorted coldly.

The hand in the pocket silently squeezed the business card tightly, and the originally tense expression relaxed a little.

Yang Xin: "Okay, let's go to the rest room, I specially ordered your favorite dish today."

Xu Huaicheng raised his chin: "Yes."

"Best wishes."

"Good afternoon, President."

Xu Huaicheng's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned around to see Zhu Yunhe in a suit and leather shoes striding inside.

He was in a trance for a while, how could Mr. Zhu come back?

Xu Huaicheng took two steps forward with a shy smile: "Mr. Zhu, you—"

"Well, no time."

Zhu Yunhe walked past Xu Huaicheng without looking back, and went straight to Pei Huan who was sitting and eating box lunch under the big tree.

While chatting, Pei Huan suddenly felt that everyone's faces were strange. He turned his head and met Zhu Yunhe's face.

He was so scared that he almost fell off the apple box.

Are the paparazzi now so blatant?

Zhu Yunhe said unreservedly: "Good afternoon, would you like to treat me to dinner?"

Pei Huan hid the meal in his arms.

This is too much, even the food has to be robbed.

Xu Huaicheng's smile froze completely.

Yang Xin murmured blankly: "Mr. Zhu is so free today to exchange feelings with the extras." He turned his head and asked, "If you don't eat that meal, it will be cold."

"Don't eat!"

Xu Huaicheng never expected that Pei Huan would be so cunning, he was not satisfied with having hooked up with Zhu Yang, even his Zhu Yunhe.

He walked over quickly, "Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yunhe turned around, why is it him again, no matter how good the tutor is, he is a little impatient: "Is there something wrong?"

Congratulations, Congratulations, President?

Pei Huan pulled the buddy on the left and asked quietly.

"You don't know?" The other party looked at him like a monster: "Zhu Yang's brother, Zhu Yunhe."

Pei Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face was very exciting.

Xu Huaicheng realized that his emotions were too ups and downs and he forgot his identity, and immediately put on his usual modest smile: "Mr. Zhu, I'm here to find Xiaohuan."

He said: "I just didn't eat, Xiaohuan, can I sit down and eat?"

"You guys eat, I suddenly have a stomachache."

Pei Huan was still in the mood to eat, now his heart was full of bullet screens of 'It's cold, it's cold'. If Zhu Yunhe complained to Zhu Yang, he would be finished.

Get out now!

Director Chen and Zhu Yang walked side by side: "Tomorrow's opening ceremony, I want you to give a brief speech to promote the movie."

Zhu Yang turned his head, "Okay."

At this time, a black shadow like a cannonball hit.

Before Zhu Yang had time to react, he was thrown down. The moment he fell down, he heard the crisp sound of bells in the wind.

With a bang, the two fell to the ground.

Then I heard hurried footsteps from all around, and vaguely heard someone asking: "Are you all right? I wish the producer."

Zhu Yang opened his eyes and was about to say it's okay, but when he focused his vision, he realized that Director Chen was not talking to him.

A bad thought floated up.

He pulled himself up and saw his own face.

Pei Huan rubbed the back of his head, how could he fall a big fart when he bumped into someone.Stock pier?

He raised his head inexplicably and saw the person sitting on him.

Why is this look so familiar...?

A second later, Pei Huan came to his senses and opened his mouth to scream.

Zhu Yang quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Are you all right? I wish the producer."

Why are you wearing it again? ?

Pei Huan blinked at him wanting to cry but without tears.

Zhu Yang let go of his hands, got up from 'Zhu Yang', after thinking about it, he pulled Pei Huan up, "It's all right." It was his body that fell.

"nothing and you?"

Pei Huan's eyes mainly lingered on his face, it would be bad if he broke his face.

Zhu Yang was about to answer that it's okay.

Zhu Yunhe broke through the crowd and ran over, Pei Huan subconsciously took a step back, but it turned out that Zhu Yunhe didn't come for him.

Instead, he held the hand of 'Pei Huan' with concern in front of him, affectionately: "Pei Pei, are you okay?"

Zhu Yang burst open.

Having been Zhu Yunhe's younger brother for so long, I still don't know that this person can speak in such a sticky tone.