Prehistoric entertainment circle

Hongjun is very smart.

He is not ordinary smart.

Omniscient and omnipotent, standing on the top, this is Hongjun.

Yuanshi Tianzun told him that he should give Jian Pingfan an attitude.The frank communication has nothing to do with what the content is, but whether Hongjun cares about the existence of Jian Pingfan.

Jian Pingfan has only 24 years of life, and his life is only 24 years.

This kind of simplicity and ordinaryness also has the meaning of existence.

Everything in the world has its meaning and value. Even if the number of people in the history books is not included, this person has the meaning of existence.

This is the Tao?

This is the Word.

Hongjun is still feeling his anger on this side, and the variety show filming on the other side has just come to an end, and Jian Pingfan is leading a brief but serious meeting.

"Awards above the national level, domestic awards, and international awards. This is a very difficult thing. You must first think about it. What are you good at?" Chalkboard provided.

Nezha then put on a pair of flat glasses: "Do I look like a young man who studies hard? I can win No.1 in the National Knowledge Contest just by looking at it."

Zhao Gongming, the provider of flat glasses, asked casually as an observer: "What is the first spacecraft to fly out of the solar system?"

Nezha: "...what is it?"

Zhao Gongming: "...Is your national quiz competition an elementary school competition?"

Kong Xuan smiled at the side: "I personally think it's a kindergarten competition."

Nezha silently took out his golden brick: "Excuse me, can I ask the question again?"

Zhao Gongming: "???"

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Bai Ze thought deeply about the problem of this competition: "Can I buy lottery tickets? I want to be the person with the highest winning rate in the world. It would be nice to have a Disney record later on."

Zhao Gongming: "...It's the Guinness Book of World Records."

Bai Ze pointed at Zhao Gongming with Xiezhi: "Take your one horn to hit his chrysanthemum, and kill him for a thousand years!"

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Xiezhi: "..."

Taotie took the food and ate it.

Yang Jian came up with an idea: "Gao Tie can participate in the culinary competition, or the big stomach king competition."

Jian Pingfan thinks it's okay: "That's okay, choose a low-key internal competition, so that our variety show can still promote Taotie's first public appearance in the future."

Taotie ate silently.

Yang Jian turned around and thought about what kind of awards he could win: "I think it is feasible to win a sports championship or something. In the future, I can take the route of sports stars. Or a model competition?"

He's athletic and looks good.

Zhao Gongming commented: "Very good, the two can be resolved. Yang Jian can go to the sports meeting, any Olympic Games, Winter Games, National Games, you can. By the way, which sport do you want to participate in?"

Yang Jian suddenly became entangled again, because there were too many projects.

Nezha heard this: "He can participate, why can't I? I am a great general."

Kong Xuan inserted the knife: "Because you are too young."

He also looked at Nezha with that rather disdainful look.Nezha was already holding a weapon in his hand, so he was confused on the spot.The fighting abilities of the two were not at the same level at all, and a situation like a peacock teasing a cat with fried hair immediately formed.

Bai Ze was discussing with Xie Zhi, which competition he should participate in would be more interesting.

It's a pity that there are no fortune-telling competitions in this era, alas, what a pity.Desperate, ah desolate.

Xiezhi reads a lot of books now, and his understanding of modern society is not low.As a little beast, sitting in Bai Ze's arms and facing Bai Ze, he had a flash of inspiration: "You can play mahjong, International Sparrow God, how about it?"

Bai Ze's eyes lit up: "Good idea!"

Jian Pingfan: "???"

A majestic sparrow come to perform a variety show?

Yang Jian sighed over there: "It's better to run, it seems that this is the easiest for a half-way monk like me."

So there may be another world running champion coming to perform variety shows in the future...

Nezha couldn't beat Kong Xuan, so he turned around: "What about me? What about me?"

"Fish?" Bai Ze remembered that there were so many fish in Nezha's house.

"Fishing?" Xiezhi agreed with this idea.

Yang Jian raised his forehead: "There should be such competitions, but I personally think that he might go into the water by himself after fishing... Also, can this underage person participate in that kind of competition?"

Generally, this kind of competition requires adults.Nezha looked immature at first glance.

Then the situation suddenly stuck.

The only one with no way out turned out to be Nezha.

Jian Pingfan pushed his meaningless glasses: "There should be an international competition for children."

Nezha: "...But in such a comparison, I always feel that I have lost!"

What kind of a hero is an adult who bullies a minor?

Even if he can't use his abilities that are different from ordinary people, he still has to participate in the adult competition!

"It's better to participate in some team competitions. It is not mandatory for the members to be adults. It is only necessary for the team leader to be an adult." Zhao Gongming suggested.

Xiezhi asked: "Robot contest? No way."

After thinking about it, Zhao Gongming also felt that something was wrong: "It doesn't look good..."

Kong Xuan patted the table: "I know!"

The crowd looked at him.

Kong Xuan showed a very meaningful smile: "I have an international dance award, and Nezha can participate in competitions similar to dance."

Jian Pingfan asked, "What game?"

"Acrobatics." After Kong Xuan said this, he still felt that what he said was very reasonable, "Think about it, isn't Nezha very good at going to heaven and earth? He can also breathe fire, play with tape, and Will go through a ring of fire."

"???" Nezha was dumbfounded.

He, Nezha, a marshal and also known as the third prince, is going to perform acrobatics?Those things of his are magic weapons that are rare in the world, not props for performing acrobatics!

However, it was not Nezha who was in charge, but Jian Pingfan.

After hearing Kong Xuan's words, Jian Pingfan found it very reasonable: "That's right. It's very suitable."

A few people next to him nodded, thinking that this is really suitable for Nezha, perfect and appropriate, and the possibility of winning the championship is very high.

Nezha was dumbfounded: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Pingfan and others decided on the case: "Just choose this, the international acrobatics competition, do you want to participate by yourself or in a group... Well, Yang Jian, Nezha will be in charge of it for you. Be sure to use the shortest Time to get first."

Jian Pingfan's plain mirror flashed: "The cycle of competitions above the national level is a bit long, and our filming will end soon, so within half a year, our program must be successfully launched."

A group of people nodded one after another.

"You can't use abilities beyond ordinary people in the competition." Jian Pingfan thought that they must have this measure, so he just nodded casually.

They all looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

…………

The shooting of the new episode of the variety show ended, several artists dispersed, some immediately went to prepare for the upcoming competition, and some returned to the company to prepare for the next announcement.

Theoretically speaking, Jian Pingfan's next task is to pick up the reincarnated Taishang Laojun with Hongjun.

Hongjun knows where Laojun is, but Jian Pingfan naturally doesn't.

But Jian Pingfan didn't want to talk to Hongjun.

He deeply knows how ordinary he is, but he is simple and ordinary, a person with his own temper.

He won't mind if others think about the past and let him think about it before tangling.But Hongjun is different.Jian Jian and Hong Jun must have been entangled for a long time in their previous lives.

For simplicity, Hongjun is different.

For Jian Pingfan, Hongjun is also different.

He took off the flat mirror that he was pretending to put aside, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror.

There was no change in his appearance in the mirror.Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks are still so ordinary, and there is no special feature when put together.

Ordinary is ordinary.Eating well, drinking well, sleeping well, plus the job he still likes, and the people he comes into contact with are extremely high-level people, which makes him look different from when he just graduated.

Man is a very strange creature, a creature with terrible adaptations.

He wiped off the drops of water on his face, and took out a stick from his luggage.

That was the first time he did some calculations at Bai Ze's side and got the lottery.There is also the wish to have dinner with the children in the poem.

Jian Pingfan always felt that Hongjun did it on purpose.

Of course, just guessing.

The words on the signature are written in cinnabar red ink, and it is a little convex when rubbed on.

Hongjun, what are you thinking?

What exactly does he want to do to himself, what reaction does he want to give him?

Or is he simply waiting for the arrival of simplicity?

If so, why contact him so early?Obviously, he could wait for the moment of his death to meet with the simple recollection of everything after looking at the Sansheng Stone.

"It's too ordinary." Jian Pingping said in a low voice, "It doesn't feel like it at all."

Even putting himself and Hongjun together felt strange to him.

A grain of rice stands with a person.No matter how you think about it, it's strange.

He took the sign and walked to the trash can, looked at the words on the sign for the last time, breathed out, and was about to throw it into the trash can.

The phone ding-dong sounded a message.

The lottery was thrown into the trash can, where it lay alone.

Jian Pingfan's mobile phone was in his trouser pocket, so he took it out to have a look.

Hongjun: 【Don't throw it away. 】

Hongjun: [... Can you pick it out? 】

Hongjun: [Or do you want me to pick it up? 】

Jian Pingfan: "???"

He looked around, dazed, and then looked at the phone in his hand.

The three messages Hongjun just sent are there.

What's happening here?Hongjun was...peeping at himself?Do you have a camera in your room?No, Hongjun doesn't need to spy on himself with a camera!

Peeping? !

He moved his eyes to the stick in the trash can, and the corner of his mouth twitched.