For several days, Luo Jian did not come to the crew.

I heard that he took sick leave.

I knew that this hurdle Director Luo faced this year wouldn't be easy to overcome.

【There's no end in sight for this leave request. 】

“Action!”

At the assistant director's command, Xia Chi, with his scumbag face sullen, began Cheng Xilai's day of bullying men, dominating women, and hating dogs.

He grinned obscenely with his yellow teeth.

"Miss Xiaofang, why bother guarding this shabby tea stall in the sun and rain? Follow me, and your father's gambling debts will be written off, and your younger brother can even go to school in the county. If you can't bear to leave this stall..."

The tea bowl shattered into pieces in his hands. "Who knows, the stove might catch fire someday."

Miss Xiaofang huddled against the wall, shivering.

Cheng Xilai sneered, stepped forward, and was about to touch the woman's chin with his finger when suddenly, a sharp gust of wind broke through the air!

"Bang--"

Accompanied by the sudden explosion of BGM, Chaoyang raised his palm from the air and slapped him firmly on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground!

“Crack!”

The moment the director called for a stop, Jiang Nan immediately subsided, reached out to help Xia Chi from the ground, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Xia Chi waved his hands, his eyes wandering, never daring to look Jiang Nan in the eye.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's what I should do!"

He rolled on the ground and got up nimbly.

Jiang Nan's hand was still suspended in the air, and the warmth of the wind was fleeting.

The air was subtly quiet for a moment.

[Stay away from his life and pretend not to care... Yes, just like other colleagues...]

The lights on the set were bright, but Xia Chi's back seemed to be deliberately dimmed, thin and distant.

[I'm not a stalker, I'm just an ordinary actor... I'm here to work, no different from everyone else... I can't be discovered...]

He walked very quickly and cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing anything.

Ever since the day of the full moon banquet, when Jiang Nan hurriedly left the banquet hall in order to avoid attracting Tang Lao Hu's attention, Xia Chi began to avoid him.

I seem to have misunderstood something...

Jiang Nan withdrew his hand, rubbed his palm with his thumb, and felt an inexplicable sense of tightness in his chest.

The man outside the light almost jumped out with his hands and feet, like a frightened hamster, and was about to rush out of the studio in a blink of an eye.

A stagehand called out, "Cheng Xilai, don't leave. Help Teacher Jiang Nan with a scene. Teacher Jiang, please give us a few more close-ups."

"Okay!" The hamster turned back and sat down in the place where he had fallen just now, with his hands and feet tucked in.

The camera shoots from the back of Xia Chi's head, then slowly pans upwards from a low angle, revealing the hero's taut calf muscles, his lean waistline, and his slightly rising chest...

[It’s over, it’s over, it’s over…]

Xia Chi swallowed saliva frantically.

[Since we're so close, will Jiang Nan think I'm deliberately looking for an opportunity to get close to him?]

[This is all arranged by the groundsman. They asked me to come here! ! ! ]

[I was forced...]

Please, Heaven, distinguish between loyalty and treachery! ! ! !

The lights were in place, the blower started, and Jiang Nan stood against the light. His amber eyes looked like they were filled with honey between his raised hair. A drop of sweat slowly slid down his neck into the hollow of his collarbone.

Xia Chi, who witnessed all this, began breathing heavily.

[Fuck! There's such a beauty in the Chinese entertainment industry.]

[Who the hell can stand this...?]

[These eyes are terrible. Anyone who looks at them gets pregnant. Isn't that illegal?]

[These aren't eyelashes, they're hidden weapons! The kind that can kill with just a blink!]

[Someone please take care of him. This guy is using his good looks to commit crimes! ! ! ]

The corners of Jiang Nan's mouth curled up slightly.

Xia Chi: “???”

Am I dazzled?

Jiang Nan happened to look up at the camera, and the light of the entire galaxy was cast on him. Xia Chi instantly imagined a story of hundreds of thousands of words of hatred and love, and even thought of the extra story about the child.

[He must be deeply in love with me! ! ]

Yes, that's it!

"Cut, one more!" the assistant director shouted.

Xia Chi suddenly shuddered and pulled himself out of his hopeless dream.

[Wake up, I'm just acting normally.]

[Is such a handsome guy really someone I should covet? ]

"Are you crazy? You're just a minor supporting character with only a few scenes together. What are you dreaming about?"

He pinched his thigh tightly, and the pain woke him up.

Didn't the aunties at the orphanage smile at you? Didn't they send you back in the end?

"Then didn't the couple treat you well? Even though they had their own son, didn't they just send him away?"

Xia Chi took a deep breath.

[Stop daydreaming, you! You are the only one forever!!!]

Jiang Nan's eyes suddenly became a little surprised.

"Cut!" the assistant director shouted over the loudspeaker, "Teacher Jiang, control your emotions! You're facing a despised pervert. Act out the hatred that seeps from your bones."

Jiang Nan nodded slightly when he heard that. When he raised his eyes, his peach blossom eyes, which always contained a gentle smile, instantly froze. His eyes were like a poisoned knife, scraping across Xia Chi's face inch by inch.

Xia Chi was nailed to the spot by this gaze. Even though he knew it was an act, his heart still ached.

[Look, this is how he looks at you.]

[Disgusted, contemptuous, like looking at a gutter rat.]

[Yes, that's it.]

It was as if a monster in his heart opened its eyes and said to him with a grin.

You should have understood this long ago...

How could he like you?

“Crack!”

Jiang Nan finally waited until the assistant director said "cut." The lights around him dimmed one after another, and the crew dispersed like a tide. In a blink of an eye, they were the only two left in the filming area.

Xia Chi sat there tense, his lips nearly bleeding from biting. Jiang Nan looked down at him, a sharp, sharp pain suddenly rising in his chest.

"Xia Chi?"

He called softly, unconsciously reaching out his hand.

Xia Chi trembled all over, as if waking up from a dream.

He slowly raised his head, and the corners of his mouth suddenly formed an exaggerated arc.

"Teacher Jiang, is there something wrong?"

That smile was like a knife, cutting a gash on his face - the corners of his mouth were too wide, and there was a desolate look in his eyes.

There is a kind of relief that comes from throwing away all hope.

"you……"

Jiang Nan had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Xia Chi's laughter.

"Hahahahaha——" Xia Chi raised his face and laughed brightly and crisply, as if some strange switch had suddenly been pressed. "Teacher Jiang just performed really well, that look in his eyes was amazing!"

He twisted his body nimbly to avoid Jiang Nan's outstretched hand, jumped up from the ground like a loach, and did not forget to fan himself exaggeratedly with his hands.

"Oh my, my makeup is ruined! It's too hot in this studio! I'm dying of heat!" He said as he backed away, his steps so unsteady that he almost tripped over himself. "I need to get some fresh air outside, some fresh air!"

Before he could finish his words, the man had already run away.

It was as if a pearl flashed in his eyes, and the figure disappeared around the corner.

******

Xia Chi retreated all the way to the door, and only breathed a sigh of relief when his back rested against the cold edge of the flower bed. Just as he was about to sit down—

"rustle--"

The bushes beside him suddenly shook violently, and a black civet cat jumped out aggressively, its fur standing on end in a fluffy ball, obviously having been disturbed from its sweet dream.

The cat's green eyes narrowed into slits, and it rolled its eyes at Xia Chi fiercely, then disappeared with a flick of its tail.

“…”

Xia Chi looked in the direction where the raccoon cat disappeared, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

[I should have gotten used to this feeling of being disliked by the whole world...]

Just like the aunt in the welfare home, his best childhood playmate, the family where he temporarily stayed, and even the stray cat he fed, they will all suddenly disappear from his life one day.

[Xia Chi, haven't you learned your lesson yet? ]

[You can't even hold a cat, how dare you dream of holding the stars...]

Nothing belongs to you...

[People like you are not worthy... Aiya aiya aiya! ]

Suddenly someone pushed him hard from behind, and Xia Chi staggered forward two steps before he stood firm.

I turned around hurriedly and met the bright eyes of makeup artist Xiaozhou.

Xiao Zhou is Cheng Xilai's personal makeup artist, Jiang Nan's wife (fan) who lives among the people, Xia Chi's confidant and unknown "rival in love".

"Guess what I found?"

Xiao Zhou didn't notice Xia Chi's red eyes at all, and he put his hands on his hips proudly. Xia Chi blinked a few times quickly, and forced back the bitterness.

"Gaosheng was taken away by the police!" Xiaozhou lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone. "Just now, he was taken away directly from the company. I heard that he was suspected of occupational embezzlement!"

"Embezzlement?" Xia Chi's eyebrows jumped. He had known that Guanghui was going to target Gaosheng, but he hadn't expected him to be so ruthless. If the charge was proven, it wouldn't be a simple dismissal.

"Absolutely true!" Xiao Zhou said mysteriously, "My elementary school classmate was interning in Guanghui's finance department. He saw the police arrive with a search warrant. When Gaosheng was taken away, he cried so hard that his nose was blowing bubbles. His big gold watch was directly replaced with a rose gold bracelet!"

"He deserves it!"

Xia Chi lowered his eyelids and sneered in his heart.

[Guanghui's move of getting rid of the donkey after it has served its purpose is truly decisive and efficient.]

He completely understood Guanghui's determination—ever since Zhou Xu's scandal, Guanghui Media's stock price had plummeted like a roller coaster. And yet, at this critical juncture, this scandal had erupted. If Guanghui didn't push Gaosheng out to take the blame, the old foxes on the board would probably be getting restless.

The manager hired anti-fans to smear his own artist. The impact of this incident was beyond imagination, to the point where even passersby gasped when they clicked on the trending search. People couldn't help but sympathize with Jiang Nan, wondering what kind of jackals were lurking around him and how he had survived all these years.

The storm of public opinion spread from the fan circle to the entire Internet, and those buried dark details exploded one after another like rotten fruits.

Someone released a fatal itinerary - Jiang Nan, who had a high fever of 39 degrees, was stuffed into a nanny car and rushed to the next city after finishing work at three in the morning; someone released internal chat records, in which the top management knew that the black hot search was a false accusation but ordered the team to "handle it coldly"; even more fatal was the revelation of a resignation publicity: Jiang Nan was originally going to participate in Director Zhang's invitation to participate in the Oscar-winning film, but the company forcibly transferred it to a relative, and the reason given was that "his acting skills are not good enough"; someone even showed off the glorious and overbearing contract, with the abnormal income sharing and the golden age all locked in, and if he wanted to leave, he would have to pay a penalty of 300 million yuan.

…

The wave of public opinion suddenly flooded back, and the overwhelming abuse in the past has now turned into a flood of repentance and heartache. The once black hot searches were like a loud slap in the face, and the repeated "drunkenness" has become ironclad evidence of being persecuted to the point of depression.

At once, kisses from all over the world fell.

The title of a long post that was forwarded a million times stung everyone's eyes: "We have all unintentionally become accomplices of the executioner."

Xiao Zhou is the writer of "Accomplice", a famous "keyboard warrior" in the fan circle. He is good at arguing with people who hate him online, and a short essay can make his opponents shut up.

She can fight back against haters with her keyboard, she can transform herself into a demon with her eyebrow pencil, she can... but she doesn't even have the courage to look Jiang Nan in the eye. She can only stare at him infatuatedly at the door even though they are ten meters apart in the studio.

Strictly implement the self-cultivation of a fan.

"Have you seen my latest article?" Xiao Zhou raised his chin high, looking like he was worthy of being me.

Xia Chi looked at this "female warrior" who had been charging on the front lines of the anti-crime movement for years and couldn't help but tease her, "You write 10,000 words a day, which one are you talking about? 'The Ten Crimes of Gao Sheng' or 'The Years Jiang Nan Was PUAed by the Company'?"

"The new one, the latest one," Xiao Zhou held the phone close to his face. The bold headline at the top of the screen caught his eye: "Contract termination is justice. The whole network signs a petition demanding Guanghui release."

The expiring contract is like a cracked can of meat, emitting a foul stench of spoilage. Guanghui Media is clinging to Jiang Nan, the cash cow, and refuses to let go - even though Gao Sheng's scandal has won public support for the artist, the road ahead is still full of thorns.

The battle to terminate a contract has always been a war of attrition where one loses eight hundred of one's own while killing one thousand enemies. Even if one eventually regains his freedom, he will probably be skinned alive.

Xia Chi has experienced this.

Seeing Xiao Zhou's beaming face, Xia Chi couldn't bear to pour cold water on him: "Our Xiao Zhou is now the top writer in the fan circle."

"Stop it!" Xiao Zhou urged, hands on hips. "Hurry up, like, favorite, and forward. We just need your vote and we'll be on the hot search list."

Xia Chi shook his head helplessly, opened Weibo and was about to click three times, when he was shocked by the number one trending search -

#Su Mei cheated#