I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

Shen Yiru used up two packs of paper, which scared Jin Xiaoxiao.

"Sister Yiru, what's wrong?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked carefully.

"Xiaoxiao..." Shen Yiru looked at Jin Xiaoxiao aggrievedly, and then said nothing.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." Jin Xiaoxiao was sitting on the chair, but upon seeing this, he quickly sat on the bedside to accompany her.

Lu Meijing opened the dormitory door, walked in, and sat on the chair facing Shen Yiru.

"Meijing..." Shen Yiru was still wiping her tears.

"Yiru." Lu Meijing sighed, "I know you are having a hard time today, but this matter...just pretend it never happened."

"Why?" Shen Yiru suddenly collapsed and stopped wiping her tears.

"Yiru, we have no evidence." Lu Meijing persuaded patiently, "And we haven't even entered the entertainment industry yet. That old guy is a famous director in the industry. Just a few words can completely prevent us from entering the entertainment industry." lock up."

"Should I sacrifice for the overall situation?" Shen Yiru said angrily, "Do I deserve to be touched by that old thing?"

"What!" Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, "Director Meng... no... did that old guy touch your hand?"

Lu Meijing glanced at Jin Xiaoxiao and hinted her not to say any more.

Lu Meijing came over and hugged Shen Yiru: "Yiru, we have no evidence, don't be so impulsive. That old thing will get his retribution sooner or later."

"Sooner or later, how early?" Shen Yiru sneered, "It's definitely not the first time he has done this. There must be many girls who have been brutally murdered. If we don't tell, then more girls will suffer..."

"So what?" Lu Meijing touched Shen Yiru's head, "Don't you want to become famous in the future?"

Shen Yiru suddenly choked up. She was stopped by the question and could only continue to wipe her eyes with a tissue.

"The worst thing is, I quit!" Jin Xiaoxiao patted the bed, and she made up her mind for Shen Yiru, "Expose him!"

Shen Yiru took Jin Xiaoxiao's hand and shook her head.

At this time, Shen Yiru's cell phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Fan?"

"Yiru?" Fan Ziming had just arrived home and hurriedly took a sip of ice water. His teeth were still hurting, but he was worried about Shen Yiru's condition and called her.

"Yes, Mr. Fan."

"I've been wronged today." Fan Ziming sat on the sofa and put the ice water on the coffee table.

"Mr. Fan, I want to expose him."

Fan Ziming bit his lower lip and sighed softly: "Yiru, although you won't want to hear what I say, but at the moment, we have no evidence. His relationship with the major media is far better than we imagined. Exposure He is of no use to us. Instead, he may harm you."

"Then I have to endure it?" Shen Yiru's tears were like a river bursting its banks, flowing down uncontrollably.

"Yiru..." Fan Ziming heard Shen Yiru cry, and he couldn't bear it, "Let's do this, Yiru, if I have resources in the future, I will follow you first, okay?"

"Mr. Fan...you said there was a casting meeting this time. I flew back from Nanjing overnight, and it cost me 2000 yuan for a round trip. In exchange for this result, and with the resources you mentioned, I am in college. It’s impossible to take leave every day and come here.”

Fan Ziming had a headache and thought for a while: "Let's do this, Yiru, I will reimburse you for the 2000 yuan, and then I will guarantee you that I will provide you with additional resources during the winter and summer vacations. Is that okay?"

Shen Yiru didn't expect Fan Ziming to make such a promise and was frightened.

"Mr. Fan." Shen Yiru adjusted herself, "Okay."

"Okay, Yiru, you have been wronged today. Go to bed early today." Fan Ziming hung up the phone and took two more mouthfuls of ice water.

MD, this old guy beats people really hard. Fan Ziming's teeth are a little loose. It seems that he needs to go to the hospital to have a look.

At this time, WeChat video came in.

The call was from his girlfriend Zhang Yanyan, and Fan Ziming urgently switched to WeChat.

"Ziming, why did you change your phone number to WeChat?" Zhang Yanyan asked curiously.

"Hey, I took a shower, I'm a little ashamed." Fan Ziming replied pretending to be relaxed.

"We have both been honest with each other, why are we still ashamed?" Zhang Yanyan felt strange, "Ziming, can you come and see me during May Day?"

"It's hard to say. During the May Day period, our group will probably arrange a lot of performances, and there may also be chat sessions, etc. I guess we won't be able to leave."

"Then you don't miss me?"

"How could I miss you? I want to wait until May Day and find some free time to go see you."

"Okay, that's a deal, don't make me wait too long."

"it is good."

Zhang Yanyan, who was far away in the United States, hung up the phone, looked at her slightly bulging belly, and touched it lovingly.

Fan Ziming took out ice cubes from the refrigerator and continued to apply it on his face. He gave up his face and was beaten, and his whole body was covered with Maotai. He did it all for the team. He was the one who suffered the most today, right?