Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

When Zhang Yu was squatting on a plastic stool in the snack street of the film and television city slurping noodles, the entry #顶流吃路边餐厅# had already become the third most searched topic.

The chili oil splashed onto his white T-shirt, and the fangirl took the photo at the exact moment when the morning light was shining through his hair. Three thousand "Godly Boy" photo-editing comments were instantly generated in the super topic.

"Brother, do we really not need to clear the place?" Assistant Xiaomi glanced at the crowd nervously, "The fan club said they would send some homemade medicinal food."

"Let them wait in the shade." Zhang Yu pushed the sour plum soup to the extras at the next table and gave two injections to the stagehand who had suffered from heatstroke.

When the golden needle was retracted, some dark red blood beads were brought out. He stared at the bloodstains in the sunlight and frowned - this was the fourth crew member who developed microvascular malformations this week.

The air conditioning in the dressing room is turned on full blast.

Zhang Yu flipped through the notice and sighed: "I'm shooting a magazine cover in the morning, recording the Mid-Autumn Festival special of "Celebrity Kitchen" in the afternoon, and I have to go to a lecture at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the evening?"

"Boss Bai said this is to consolidate his image as a 'Chinese-style boyfriend.'" The stylist applied highlighter powder to his collarbone. "By the way, LOEWE wants to borrow a co-branded model from the cultural relics, but the Sanxingdui Management Committee specifically asked you to be the promotion ambassador."

The shooting site was set up as the real scene of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

When Zhang Yu was posing while holding a replica of a Northern Song Dynasty porcelain pillow, he discovered that the Liangzhu divine emblem was engraved on the inner wall of the prop.

The photographer suddenly asked to take a shot of him holding the bronze sword, and the replica of the cultural relic he sent was exactly the same as the Seven-Star Sword in his dream.

"Be careful!" When the stagehand screamed, Zhang Yu had already turned around to avoid the falling light stand.

The palms of his hands that were supporting the blue brick floor were rubbed with blood, but he felt a bloody fingernail embedded in the cracks of the bricks - exactly the same as the one found in the warehouse of the building materials city.

The lunch box is a medicinal meal bento customized by the fan club.

Zhang Yu was chewing on a chicken leg stewed with angelica when he saw a post by a fan club member on the super topic about an analysis of the on-site accident.

Someone in the comment section posted a close-up of the light stand screws, and when magnified, the gap between the threads revealed the Genting Capital logo stamp.

The scent of osmanthus wafted through the recording site of "Celebrity Kitchen".

Zhang Yu was kneading dough while wearing a Suzhou embroidery apron. When the camera zoomed in on the veins on his wrists, the commentary was suddenly flooded with “Hand Control Paradise”.

When Lin Wanwan handed him the mooncake mold, he keenly smelled the scent of mugwort mixed with datura pollen from her cuffs.

"Teacher Zhang, please teach me how to roll the dough." Lin Wanwan's last words trembled, and the touch of her fingertips across the back of his hand felt so cold that it didn't feel like a living person's.

Bai Bing behind the monitor suddenly coughed, and the woman's rose tattoo today was replaced with a burning bronze tree shape.

There was a power outage during recording.

When the emergency light came on, Zhang Yu saw Lin Wanwan sprinkling grayish-white powder into the mooncake filling. He pretended to accidentally knock over the mold and picked up the mugwort sachet to purify the air.

The mobile phone hidden under the cooking table continued to vibrate, and an anonymous account sent Lin Wanwan's genetic test report: the mitochondrial DNA sequence was 99% consistent with the human bone specimen from Pit of Sanxingdui.

The lecture hall at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine was packed with fangirls.

When Zhang Yu was demonstrating the Five Animal Exercises, a girl suddenly fainted.

He pulled open the man's collar and gave him acupuncture, and found a bronze sacred tree QR code tattooed below his collarbone.

After scanning, what popped up was not the friend-adding interface, but the dashcam footage of Guo Yu’s car accident three years ago.

"Mr. Zhang, do you know this patient?" The security director stared at the surveillance video.

In the picture, Zhang Yu's hand is wandering on the girl's back, at such a tricky angle that it seems like he is looking for an acupuncture point.

That night, #张煜 咸猪手# became a hot search topic until the medical school released infrared thermal imaging images - wherever his fingertips touched, necrotic capillaries were repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bai Bing took advantage of the public opinion explosion to deliver a new contract: "Yunding Medical's AI consultation endorsement, with a ten-year contract for the "Great Doctor" movie universe."

When Zhang Yu turned to the breach of contract clause, he found that the amount of compensation was accurate to the same number of grams as the jade bi unearthed from Sanxingdui.

At two o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yu sneaked into the traditional Chinese medicine market in disguise.

He followed Qin Hao's assistant through the spice stalls and saw the other party purchasing cinnabar, corpse konjac and double-helix metal sheets.

When the vendor handed over the medicinal powder packaged in a bronze container, Zhang Yu's acupuncture bag suddenly beeped - this was the poison alarm device that the old man had improved.

During the live broadcast of the visit the next day, Zhang Yu "accidentally" revealed the mosquito repellent sachet he had made overnight.

The same model on Taobao was sold out instantly, and only an experienced old Chinese doctor could tell that the knotted string on the sachet was a method used by the Zhuyou technique to ward off evil spirits.

The barrage was suddenly filled with mysterious codes, which turned out to be the coordinates of the Sanxingdui archaeological report after being deciphered.

At the wrap-up banquet, Zhang Yu was forced to drink seven cups of osmanthus wine.

He staggered to the terrace to get some fresh air and found Bai Bing burning a tortoise shell engraved with cloud and thunder patterns.

The woman's pupils glowed with a cold bronze light as she turned around: "Do you think those little tricks can be hidden from the Jianmu system?" She raised her cell phone, and on the screen was a screenshot of Zhang Yu's surveillance footage of him tracking Qin Hao last night.

When the rainstorm suddenly came, Zhang Yu's white shirt stuck to his body.

He felt for the golden needle tube in the secret pocket on his waist, and the twelve silver needles corresponded to the twelve zodiac signs.

When Bai Bing's diamond-studded nails brushed across his Adam's apple, the lights in the office building opposite suddenly lit up - thousands of windows formed a bronze vertical-eyed mask, and the position of the eye circles was exactly where the headquarters of Genting Capital was located.

At four in the morning, the RV was filled with the aroma of mugwort. Zhang Yu buried his face in the steam eye mask and listened to his executive agent counting the announcements: "Vogue cover shoot at seven, Genting Medical AI endorsement press conference at ten-thirty, and a special Chinese medicine episode of "The Great Detective" in the afternoon..."

"Stop." He put his hand on his throbbing temple, "Bring me the refreshing ointment I made last week."

When assistant Xiaomi was rummaging through the locker, the RV suddenly shook violently.

Zhang Yu instinctively grabbed the acupuncture bag and caught a glimpse of a drone flying outside the car window. The belly of the drone was shining with a faint light like the patina of bronze.

The dashcam shows that this is the seventh unidentified tracking this week.

The "VOGUE" studio shooting site was built into a future clinic.

When Zhang Yu was put on a Dior metallic trench coat by his stylist, he discovered that the mirror in the dressing room was covered with talismans.

When the makeup artist was using a cotton swab to touch up his lip color, he smelled the scent of corpse wax on the other person's gloves - a common material used to preserve unearthed cultural relics.

"Look at the camera!" the photographer suddenly shouted in a Trump accent.

The moment Zhang Yu turned around, Guo Yu's sickly face flashed on the background LED screen.

When he subconsciously took a defensive posture, the sound of the shutter had recorded this story-filled moment, which was later praised by the fashion circle as "the pinnacle of broken aesthetics."

Behind the scenes of the press conference, Bai Bing personally adjusted his headset and said, "When we demonstrate the AI ​​pulse diagnosis device later, remember to prick your fingertips with a gold needle."

The woman's rose tattoo today extends to her carotid artery, with tiny sensors embedded in the petals.

Zhang Yu touched the cold bronze instrument on the booth and suddenly recalled the scene of DNA extraction in his dream.

When the live camera lit up, he perfectly demonstrated the script of "the fusion of tradition and modernity".

When the needle was about to pierce the skin, the AI ​​screen suddenly displayed a three-dimensional image of the Sanxingdui sacrificial pit. Zhang Yu turned his wrist quickly, and the needle tip precisely cut the power cord of the device, and the sparks spelled out the seal script of the word "danger" in the air.

"Teacher Zhang is really... a man of great skill and courage." Bai Bing smiled and tried to smooth things over, her diamond-studded nails almost digging into his elbow.

When leaving, Zhang Yu caught a glimpse of the barcode tattoo on the back of the technician's neck, which was exactly the same as the coding sequence that appeared in the surveillance video in Guo Yu's ward.

The dressing room of "The Great Detective" is filled with Chinese medicine sachets and props. Zhang Yu was reciting lines while massaging the stylist's shoulders and neck, and the latter was so comfortable that he hummed: "You can open a chain store with this technique."

A dark shadow suddenly flashed in the mirror. When he turned around, he knocked over his makeup box, and the lipstick rolled out, drawing the pattern of Liangzhu jade cong on the ground.

An unexpected situation occurred at the recording site. When Zhang Yu deduced that "the murderer used cinnabar to poison", the realgar wine of the props team suddenly caught fire.

He picked up moxa to put out the fire, and the burn marks in the ashes turned out to be the oracle bone script for "gu".

When the director called cut, a bronze bell fell out from the wide sleeves of Lin Wanwan's Hanfu, and the sound was exactly the same as the bronze bells unearthed from Sanxingdui.

When Zhang Yu returned to his apartment after work late at night, he found that the door lock had been pried open.

On the coffee table in the living room is a gift box of mooncakes co-branded with the Forbidden City given by fans. Each pattern on the pastry corresponds to an acupuncture point on the human body.

When he cut the mooncake at the Taiyuan acupoint, the metal fork hit a hard object - half a blood-stained jade fragment, the broken end of which matched the crack in the tiles in the building materials city perfectly.

"Come out." Zhang Yu suddenly spoke to the air.

A stalker wearing a mask walked out from behind the bathroom door, holding a syringe with the Genting logo in his hand: "Doesn't Teacher Zhang love saving people the most? Give me a beauty injection..."

The sound of the golden needle breaking through the air and the alarm sounded at the same time.

When the security guard broke into the room, he only saw the window screen shaking slightly.

Zhang Yu sneered as he held the seized syringe. The medicine glowed bronze in the moonlight.

My phone suddenly vibrated because an archaeological blogger I was paying close attention to had updated the live broadcast link of Sanxingdui Pit 8. On the latest unearthed jade knife, there was an advertisement slogan for the AI ​​medical service that he was endorsing.

The fan meeting the next day turned into a large-scale free medical consultation event.

Zhang Yu wore an N95 mask and took the pulse of fans in the front row, and felt the same stringy pulse for the fifth time.

As he pretended to adjust the microphone, the golden needle swept across the side of the security guard's neck and indeed detected the vibration frequency of the subcutaneous chip.

"Brother, look at me!" The girl in the back row holding a SLR camera suddenly fainted.

When Zhang Yu rushed off the stage to rescue her, he discovered that a miniature bronze sacred tree was tattooed on her palm.

At the moment of CPR, a work ID slipped out from the girl's collar: Genting Capital Intern, and the number corresponded to the Sanxingdui cultural relic archive code.

At dusk when a rainstorm suddenly hit, Zhang Yu hid in the prop warehouse of the film and television studio to revise his thesis.

His new Chinese medicine graduate supervisor sent him an email: "Regarding the study of the microbial community in the Sanxingdui sacrificial pit, it is recommended to add modern gene editing technology for comparison..."

When there was a sudden power outage, the backup power supply illuminated the wall of bronze imitations, and the eyes of those taotie patterns were slowly turning towards him.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yu posted a nine-grid selfie on the super topic.

This kind of thing is usually handled by special staff, and he only did it occasionally.

Or subconsciously, he prefers to control everything about himself, including the content of his comments on self-media.

In the mirror reflection of the fifth photo, Bai Bing's Maserati is burning ancient books.

Two hours later, the president of the fan club sent a private message with the cracked picture - the burning cover was exactly the catalog page of "Tianhui Medical Records".