This star is from the earth

After a busy arrangement, the program team brought in long tables and chairs.

With the director hesitant to speak, he waved his hand and the recording continued.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman are sitting side by side facing the camera. Even if they were sitting, they were far apart.

The camera was set up in front, filming them.

Han Jue was still thinking about what happened just now. In his previous life, Han Jue saw an experiment. A group of people talked in the dark, and finally turned on the light. Everyone said that what they imagined was far from the real appearance of the other party.

At first, Han Jue felt that he would not be limited by empiricism like the people being tested in the video.

I didn't expect that I came this once, my eyes were really deceived by my heart.

Now, in the huge practice room, no one spoke.

Han Jue didn't mind the silence at all. Even though there was a girl with a disastrous appearance sitting next to him, he was still in a daze with his hands on his chin, like a bored and absent-minded college student in class.

Zhang Yiman also sorted out his thoughts, while fiddling with the fruit plate on the table, he quietly looked at Han Jue.

When passing the break just now, Zhang Yiman secretly checked Han Jue's information on the Internet with his mobile phone, and all he saw were negative comments. Zhang Yiman kept doubting himself while watching. Because of eating in the dark, the Han Jue described on the Internet, she doesn't feel like the one beside her at the moment.

It's the same except that it's easy to make people angry, but it's not that bad. Is it because Han Jue is hiding it well, or is everyone on the Internet talking nonsense?

Zhang Yiman, who is ignorant of the world, tried to break his scalp but couldn't think of a reason.

However, Zhang Yiman felt that since someone from the Jianghu gave Han Jue the title [Time Bomb], then he had to dominate the rhythm of the show.

So he took care of Han Jue just like he was taken care of when he participated in the show before.

"Let's eat some fruit." Zhang Yiman peeled an orange and handed it over.

Han Jue was disturbed in a daze, and saw Zhang Yiman holding up an orange with a firm face, signaling to Han Jue, as if he would forcefully hand it to Han Jue if he didn't take it away.

Han Jue took it, looked directly into Zhang Yiman's eyes, opened his bloody mouth, and stuffed the whole orange into it.

Then, chew hard.

Zhang Yiman opened his mouth and was stunned. She looked at Han Jue's way of eating and felt that her jaw hurt so much.

Zhang Yiman immediately forgot about her idea of ​​leading the program recording, quickly peeled another orange, and tentatively handed it over with curiosity. Han Jue lived up to expectations, took it, stuffed it into his mouth again, looked at Zhang Yiman indifferently, and chewed hard.

Zhang Yiman smiled like he was feeding hippos at the zoo for the first time, and the speed of peeling oranges became faster.

The director inhales and exhales in the distance. The screenwriters fanned the wind behind him and beat his back.

The screenwriters all found this uncontrollability very interesting, and they themselves saw it very interesting. But it seems that the director just has a kind of obsession with [Pink].

From the director's point of view, Han Jue has a hidden provocative attribute, but if he doesn't show it, the director is very angry and unhappy.

One after another, the oranges finally disappeared. Zhang Yiman bit his finger and thought for a while, then picked up an apple and handed it over.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

After swallowing the last orange, Han Jue felt that if he didn't speak, the girl could feed him a plate of fruit.

"How long have you been singing?" Han Jue turned his body slightly, propped his head and looked at Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman's facial features are exquisite but not aggressive, everything is just right, especially a pair of talking eyes, very spiritual. Against the background of the black shirt and red hair, femininity and innocence appear contradictory on the same person. Just like her voice, contradictory yet harmonious.

"It's been thirteen years." Zhang Yiman gave a number after a little thought. Then he looked at the apple in his hand with a bit of regret, and the other fruits in the fruit plate.

"The voice is quite nice," Han Jue boasted, "Have you ever had surgery? I feel that the voice has two characteristics."

"I have never had surgery! I have never had surgery anywhere!" Zhang Yiman stared at Han Jue and said.

[Sure enough, speaking so irritatingly, the hateful uncle is still a hateful uncle! No matter how good-looking it is, it's still so hateful! 】Zhang Yiman felt a familiar taste.

"Why did you lie to me that you are 37 or 38 years old?" Zhang Yiman asked.

"I didn't admit it, you guessed it yourself." Han Jue spread his hands, with a puzzled look on his face, and a helpless smile in his innocence.

This is actually the look of Han Jue's girlfriend in his previous life playing tricks, and this look will always make Han Jue half dead when he tries to make sense of the situation.

Han Jue is now imitating his girlfriend's appearance, including demeanor.

Seeing Zhang Yiman's speechless appearance, Han Jue found out the feeling of cheating, which was unexpectedly refreshing.

"Uncle, I told you your age, but you didn't tell me, it's so unfair." Zhang Yiman pursed her lips and said in a muffled voice.

"You can check it online now? Why don't you check it?" Han Jue wondered.

"Looking up your name online, all the words that pop up are very bad for you." Zhang Yiman said.

The creators of the show in another practice room were breathless, and the managers of the two guests frowned. Some workers have already shouted in their hearts that it is not good.

Indeed, if Han Jue was here 2 months ago, the program would not be able to be recorded today.

Zhang Yiman's behavior can be regarded as embarrassing Han Jue. Some bad things can be called self-deprecating if the person involved said it himself, but it would be inappropriate if someone else said it. With Han Jue's previous violent temper, it is estimated that the table will be turned upside down.

However, fortunately, Han Jue who is sitting now is not himself.

"Oh? What do you say on the Internet?" Han Jue asked indifferently.

"For example, if you say you have no quality, half of the recording will leave halfway through."

"Have you ever wondered why I left halfway through?" Han Jue smiled and looked at the silly girl in front of him, "It's because someone said something similar to what you just said, maybe a little more directly."

"Ah?" Zhang Yiman was surprised.

"But I know you don't have any malicious intentions. Next time, don't speak negative news about an artist in front of him." Han Jue pointed to Zhang Yiman.

"Oh." Zhang Yiman understood a little bit, and nodded obediently.

"Going back to what I said just now, the Internet said that I have no quality, but I don't think so. Quality is not smiling after being bullied, and being polite after being offended. Quality is that you don't take the initiative to offend others, and don't speculate on others with malice. Don't attack others with words first," Han Jue looked into Zhang Yiman's eyes and said with a smile, "but once you are offended, retaliating with an eye is the quality that an adult should have."

Zhang Yiman stared blankly at Han Jue who was smiling in front of him, and always felt that Han Jue's gentle smile carried a cold blade.

She always thought that the word quality was associated with a gentleman, and quality was a kind of demeanor. But now listening to what Han Jue said, it makes sense.

Sure enough, the uncle's appearance was completely opposite to what he had guessed, but in terms of life growth, he was quite reasonable.

"Uncle, give me your contact information." Zhang Yiman opened his hand to Han Jue with bright eyes.

Her hands are white and slender, and her fingers are like green onions.

"I told you everything...my number is not..." Han Jue said helplessly.

"No! You must give it to me!" Zhang Yiman withdrew her hand, and then pushed forward heavily, showing her determination to ask for the number!

"Girl, you have to be more reserved. You have to wait for the man to ask."

"Will you ask?"

"Won't."

"!" Zhang Yiman stared at Han Jue with big eyes, but he was not fierce at all.

Seeing that things were going to be deadlocked, Han Jue could only report the number to Zhang Yiman in the end.

"Remember to call me." Zhang Yiman saved Han Jue's number.

"Definitely." Han Jue nodded perfunctorily, but shook his head wildly in his heart.

"But uncle, you didn't leave my number." Zhang Yiman pursed her lips, her small face was very serious, as if she was not stupid at all.

"...If it is really fate, I will guess it." Han Jue avoided Zhang Yiman's sight and looked at the fruit plate.

Furious, Zhang Yiman took the initiative to find out Han Jue's number and dialed it.

"From Monday to Friday, you are so fragile..." Han Jue's cell phone rang.

When Han Jue heard the ringtone, his scalp tingled and his hairs stood on end.

Oops!

Usually no one calls on his mobile phone, even if someone calls occasionally, Han Jue is still in a silent state, so Han Jue is too lazy to change the ringtone of the mobile phone. And this morning, after accidentally exiting the mute, but forgot to switch back, and now this accident happened.

Han Jue hung up immediately.

The pleasant a cappella female voice did not sound again.

Han Jue watched as Zhang Yiman's delicate eyebrows slowly wrinkled towards the middle bit by bit.

The program group on the other side thought that Zhang Yiman just heard a song by another female singer and Han Jue set it as the ringtone of the mobile phone, and Zhang Yiman, as a virtual girlfriend, began to "jealous". The people in the program team, including the two agents, didn't think much about it.

But only Zhang Yiman, who has heard the ringtone up close, understands that this kind of sound quality can only be obtained when recording with a mobile phone.

Zhang Yiman frowned slightly, looking at Han Jue, thinking about something.

"Well, you see, you want to get my call to ask a question, right?" Han Jue saw Zhang Yiman's pensive face, so his brain froze, trying to change the subject.

"I'm too embarrassed to charge you, so I'm at a disadvantage? So, you see, you just...you teach me music!" Han Jue had a flash of inspiration.

"You teach me music, I'll teach you how to be a human being... No, I'll teach you how to deal with the complicated entertainment industry!" Han Jue bewitched with an "excited" face, and began to encourage Zhang Yiman.

"Teaching music? Well...it seems fair." Zhang Yiman's attention was diverted, and he was surprised when he heard Han Jue's proposal, and then began to think.

Han Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not afraid of what the silly girl found out, but he was afraid that the silly girl would tell the story after she found out. The less troubles of that kind, the better. He didn't want to have any intersection with the mess of his predecessor.

"Then from today, you will be my music teacher." Han Jue sat facing Zhang Yiman.

"Haha, you are my first disciple." Zhang Yiman found it interesting.

"Yes! Music teacher!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Manager Sister Qin, who was in another practice room, covered her forehead and sighed heavily.

Guan Yi remained expressionless.

The director was very steady at this time, not surprised at all, as if he had given up on life, pointed to the screen and said to the screenwriters beside him: "Look quickly. This plot direction, teachers and students, tsk tsk tsk..."

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