I really don't want to be a star

In the ward of the private hospital, the attending doctor took a notebook and came to check on Su Zijin's condition in the morning.

"Open your mouth, ah!"

The attending doctor pressed Su Zijin's tongue with a tongue depressor, and took a few glances at the vocal cords inside his throat.

"Does your throat feel uncomfortable recently?"

"It's okay, sometimes it hurts a little bit."

"It's not a big problem, but it's still a little red and swollen, and the vocal cords are a little congested. I haven't eaten too greasy food recently. It's almost the same after resting for a while."

The doctor looked at it a few times and made some suggestions.

"Then how long will it take me to sing?"

Su Zijin has already said that the next concert will start in less than a month, and her throat must be healed beforehand.

During this period of time, Su Zijin felt that her voice had gradually recovered a lot, and occasionally there was a little rustling sound when speaking normally, but it was irrelevant.

The doctor frowned and thought for a while.

"One month is a little bit reluctant, even if you can restore your voice, it is not suitable for singing for a long time.

The specific situation still requires rest, and it will probably take a while. "

"Okay, thank you doctor."

After the doctor left, Su Zijin sat on the rocking chair, and outside the window was a small garden of the hospital.

In the past few days, he likes to look out here to soothe his mind. There is a small teapot and several cups of tea on the log table next to him, but the mobile phone on the table rings from time to time.

"Zijin, are those self-media writers looking for you again?"

Liu Xinyu bought some fruit and breakfast from outside and entered the house, and checked the news on her mobile phone.

"What should I do, should I let this group of people go or really file a lawsuit? After all, there are so many families, and it takes too much energy to sue one by one, which is a bit unnecessary."

Su Zijin didn't answer, picked up a banana and took a bite.

"How is Soul's [-]st album and Girls' Generation's dance preparations going?"

"It is ready to be released, and it is expected to achieve some results this month. So what will these self-media do next?"

Liu Xinyu pulled a chair and sat behind her. She took out the extinguished white fungus porridge from the thermos, took out a spoon and put it in a small bowl.

Su Zijin, who mentioned these self-media people, had some thoughts on his brows.

"Kill chickens to make an example to monkeys, treat guests, behead them, and accept them as dogs!"

"First solve some of the more fun ones, and then give others a little bit of sweetness, let them promote Soul and Girls' Generation.

Make money, not shabby. "

"Are they really going to do that?"

Liu Xinyu was a little hesitant. If this is the case, is it really possible for some self-media to help them in turn?

"Yes, these people are people who forget their righteousness for small gains and cherish their lives when they see big things. This time, the sound of drums and heavy hammers has made them frightened. Kill two first, and then win over a few, and the others will naturally You will know how to choose."

"Now I can't appear in the public eye during this period of time. The company just launched a few pillars. Now, both Mufeng and our studio are my pillars. Once I have problems, accidents are prone to happen."

Su Zijin analyzed the recent events, and the porridge in his hand had bottomed out.

In a few days, Su Zijin will be able to go home to rest. It is rare that Su Zijin will not waste all his time on work for such a long time.

"Xiaoyu, when I'm discharged from the hospital, let's go out and play for a while, it's rare to have such time."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"It really is my Xiao Yu, come and kiss me."

"Death to me!"

"Hurry up and hide from me, your beard is piercing me."

Liu Xinyu tried her best to dodge, but she was still held in Su Zijin's arms. No matter how she struggled, she was still stamped and unable to make a sound.

This kiss lasted for a long time, for half a minute, Liu Xinyu was almost out of breath, her face flushed red, her whole body was limp in her arms, she bit her lower lip, and said timidly.

"Bastard."

Su Zijin whispered to her ear.

"Men are not bad, women are not loving."

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On the other hand, the self-media studio saw several well-known big Vs in the entire network express their opinions one after another, deleting all the video articles that originally smeared Su Zijin, and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes in the dynamics.

After several top big Vs expressed their views, other small self-media outlets gave in and learned to delete those slanderous videos.

Not long after, these self-media mailboxes collectively sent a message.

"Recently, our artist soul is about to release an album, and at the same time Girls' Generation Girls' Generation will release their first dance single. I hope you will give us your full support."

All the self-media are not fools. They know that this is Su Zijin's action, and they want to use their influence to expand the publicity.

Moreover, Su Zijin offered quite a lot of prices. Of course, these self-media knew how to choose, and immediately began to reply that they hoped to cooperate with Su Zijin's studio.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qi Chao was resting his heart in his stomach. After withdrawing Su Zijin's video, he felt much more at ease.

He also received the news, and because he was given the handle, and Su Zijin's offer was considered normal, he agreed.

Without worrying about going to court, Qi Chao returned to his true nature as an otaku, opened the dance area in front of the computer and watched the girls with long legs dance, with a fat face showing a smile, he picked up the chicken leg from the family bucket set meal next to him and gnawed it down , the fat house happy water next to the table is standard, I drank a few big mouthfuls in a row, and hiccupped.

The computer beeped a message alert, Qi Chao glanced at the message, and was about to complain about who it was, when he immediately saw the words Su Zijin Studio written on it, he is very sensitive to this word now, so he didn’t even have time to complain, so he quickly put down his hand Fried chicken and coke on top.

His big greasy hand clicked the mouse. Originally, Qi Chao didn't have any feelings for the artist Su Zijin sent, and the mentality of reporting was just a few casual tricks, and hastily made a video to deal with it and it was over.

But after opening the video, the goal is four beautiful girls wearing uniform black uniforms, black leather upper body, leather skirt lower body, dancing in front of the computer uniformly, with super rhythmic music.

Qi Chao's adrenaline soared, he didn't take his eyes off the monitor, and his whole body was a little hot.

Especially that look in the eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth made him feel like his soul was hooked away, and a naive smile appeared on his greasy face.

Compared with Girls' Generation who specially invite the most professional teacher for a dance, rehearse for three or four months, and add the most powerful movement guidance, the girls in the dance area are simply weak.

Qi Chao has never seen such a dance that can arouse his desire. The more he watched, the more he felt that the girl in front of the computer captured his soul with every movement and every smile.

"My God, there is really such a dance that directly hits desire."

Qi Chaoyue looked more and more hot all over, as if he was attracted by the four girls in Girls' Generation, and he felt a feeling of being in love.

After watching it for a whole time, Qi Chao still felt that he didn't see enough. After watching it four times in a row, Qi Chao forgot to eat the fried chicken and hamburger in his hand.

"No, this girl group will definitely become popular. I want to let more people know about this girl group."

After watching the video, Qi Chao felt that he would be sorry for these four girls if he didn't concentrate on doing a show, and he was full of energy.