let go of that man [rebirth]

of course.

After browsing the Internet, the learning machine quickly grasped the essence of self-portraits, and took more than ten photos for the host. Zhuang Jin picked six of them and uploaded them to Weibo, with the caption: "First self-portrait".

Learning machine question: [Is this all right? ]

[Of course not enough. ] Zhuang Jin said calmly, [The second step is to make this Weibo 'coincidentally' reposted by influential big V and marketing accounts, such as screenwriters, those who like to comment on the entertainment industry, such as those who like male sex. ]

For an AI that far exceeds the level of Bluestar Networks, the technical links are very simple, and how to make things look natural is the real difficulty.

19: 30.

Tang Ke arrived home, washed his hands and face, changed into comfortable home clothes, added a lemon Vitamin C effervescent tablet to his water glass, then turned on his laptop, and sat down leisurely to check Weibo.

As the author and screenwriter of "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", Tang Ke may be the person who most wants this work to succeed besides the director. Besides success, she has another appeal: conform to the original work.On this point, the interests of Tang Ke and the majority of book fans are the same. Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that she is the leader of most book fans.

I want to use my IP popularity, but I also want to randomly install people... It's a beautiful idea.

Although Tang Ke seems to have integrated into the adult society, there is always a persistence in her heart that runs counter to "smoothness". This may be the reason why her novels can become popular.It's a pity that Sun Zhixiang couldn't see this clearly.

But it can't be torn directly.

Tang Ke rested his chin, flipped through the homepage, and suddenly remembered something, and searched for "Zhuang Jin"——

10 minute later.

Tang Ke lightly reposted Zhuang Jin's latest Weibo, with the words "连公子 in my heart #连清定选角#", then left the mouse with his right hand, held his face with his left hand, and continued to enjoy the big picture of her husband's selfie.

Ah, the years are quiet.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Ever since the news that the novel was going to be made into a film and television show, fans of the book, who were worried about the casting, screamed contentedly under the author's big Weibo:

"Ahhhhhhhhh I'm connected!"

"Handsome crying! Can't wait to see him cry!"

"Is it settled! Let the old man lick the screen to calm down."

The learning machine was relieved.

In the afternoon, it tried to make the host's Weibo "naturally" appear in front of those target big Vs. The method it adopted was to let the host's selfie pass by its homepage when the other party was operating Weibo, but unfortunately no one paid attention to it.Now, finally, a retweeter with enough weight appeared.

The first domino, falls.

The learning machine reported the good news to the host.

Zhuang Jin was studying the watering of succulents, and said: [Next step. ]

Very simple steps.

First, post a selfie.

Second, achieve a large number of forwarding.

Third, shady revelations.

Finished.

What to do next will need to be adjusted according to the situation.

In fact, Zhuang Jin wasn't sure if this rough approach could achieve his goal, he just had confidence in his face.And Weibo is indeed a very magical platform, isn't it?

After a large number of reposts, the operation is much simpler.The learning machine system stored all the footage captured by the surveillance at the audition site. He cut out a video of Le You, posted it with a newly registered Weibo account, and @ a lot of big Vs in the entertainment circle who love to comment.

Such a wide-spreading net will brew some predictable results...

As a big V seemed to be surprised to retweet and add the word "Leyou is also gone? #连清定选角#", things continued to ferment.

When Zhuang Jin switched the webpage, he found N posts of @自己的微博, and Zhuang Jin casually looked at them. Book fans, Leyou fans, big V marketing accounts with rhythm and enthusiasm, etc. all left the stage, and the battle was fierce. , it just so happened that nothing else happened tonight. People who checked Weibo quickly gathered around after they were busy, and then they either had nothing to do with themselves, or stood in line after reading the cause and effect...

The learning machine is a little ready to move, [Is the deal between the casting director and Xingxiu Entertainment really not exposed?There are pictures and truth! ]

Zhuang Jin felt that the learning machine seemed to be a little more lively. [Is there a real hammer? ]

[What they say is vague...]

[Then no need. ]

Scholarly district.a resident.

"what!"

Luo Feng, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, was startled by her daughter's screams, almost smashed the bowl, and ran out in a hurry, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fan looked at his mother embarrassedly, "It's nothing, I suddenly saw a boy from our school..."

Luo Feng has seen the enlarged photo on the monitor, "Isn't this Zhuang Jin?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "Mom, do you know him?"

"His rental contract is still in my hand."

Like Gu Qin, Luo Feng didn't say anything about Zhuang Jin's suicide.

it's fate!

Yang Fan felt a lot closer to Zhuang Jin, a junior in his heart. He took a look at the Erha at home, and after getting a bewildered look back, he went to the school BBS to check, and saw that there was already a post talking about it, so he thought about it Think, open a colony of penguins called "Demolition Brigade".

As the name suggests, this is a communication group for husky dog ​​owners.

Zhongzhou University.Dormitory of the Faculty of Business Administration.

Unlike the bed above the desk and wardrobe in the quadruple room, the bed in the two-person room is placed directly on the ground, with a structure of 2M*1.5M, and it is not a problem to roll occasionally.When Gu Qin raised his head after watching an episode of the American TV series, he found An Yiyuan sitting on the bed with dull eyes, as if he had been fixed.

Gu Qin walked over strangely, raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Come back to your senses."

Then he saw the laptop screen in front of the other party.

"..."

An Yiyuan twisted his neck and turned to Fa Xiao, the mechanical movement was reminiscent of the background sound of "Kacha Kacha", "Qinqin, you never said that your brother looks like this... I have to ask something," An Yiyuan straightened his back with a serious expression, "Does his father have a daughter?"

"Hehe." Gu Qin sneered, "Try calling that name again."

An Yiyuan hesitated, "I was wrong."

2 minute later.

"There's already so much noise on the Internet?" Gu Qin thumped inwardly.

"Yes, my condolences." An Yiyuan sympathized deeply with Fa Xiao.

The two involuntarily looked at Gu Qin's mobile phone on the desk, as if feeling uneasy from being stared at by burning eyes, the mobile phone rang.

As expected, Shu Yuan called.

An Yiyuan made a "please" gesture, and Gu Qin resignedly picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony.

Scattered voices came from the balcony.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Well, I know, no, I will find a way..."

"Mom, don't worry."

Gu Qin came back from the balcony with a sulky face, not complaining: "My mother actually said that she wanted to contact her old friends in the previous circle, isn't she too spoiled? Let those showrunners speak for the male third of such a small TV series, really I'm not afraid of breaking Zhuang Jin's life..."

An Yiyuan: "Auntie gave up?"

Gu Qin's complexion became even worse, "I told her to leave it to me." After trying the password three times, Gu Qin finally logged into the Weibo account where Play had been placed for a long time, and frowned, "What's wrong with this? Buy Hot Search? Directly Contact the director? When will the casting be finalized?"

An Yiyuan thought about it carefully, "If you really want to be good for your brother, you should use less means behind the scenes. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. We can create hot topics by ourselves. Now the topic has become a hot topic in real time, and the situation is good. "

Speaking of this, he felt... like a demon.

As a person who aspires to be a director, An Yiyuan is familiar with every time the entertainment circle is teased on Weibo, but he can't understand the rhythm this time.Leaving aside those who eat melons and fan the flames for the time being, on Zhuang Jin's side, besides the big V and book fans, there are also many students from Shanlin University who can understand that the sense of honor will make them naturally and unanimously stand on the side of their classmates. But why are these people in the pet circle so bloody?

An Yiyuan couldn't figure it out.

After mobilizing acquaintances in their circle to stand in line with Gu Qin, An Yiyuan finally found out that the leader of the pet circle this time was a well-known pet blogger with the online name "Demolition Corps Office" after spending half an hour sorting out the context. , as a big V with 1000W+ fans, the other party clearly called for Zhuang Jin, and his influence was quite large.

An Yiyuan put on his earphones, curiously played the latest popular video of this pet blogger.

"Ouch-"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

"Wang!"

A record of seven huskies demolition.

An Yiyuan cast his eyes on the ground in admiration, and understood why people can have so many fans: This is all because of burning money!

Demolition brigade group.

"Huh, suddenly there are a lot of local tyrants talking to my boyfriend?"

"what's the situation?"

"Could it be that my village is also a local tyrant? Young, wealthy and talented, ahhh, I like this person's well-designed Su!"

The other allies are also very confused: When did we get involved with the pet circle and the local tyrant circle? ——In short, the matter was shrouded in fog and developed like this.

In a sense, the people talking on Weibo tonight are all friends, because Leyou's fans are really hard to describe.What Leyou fans are best at is not tearing them apart, but firing everywhere to attract hatred for their idols. Many sober people are quietly watching them jumping, watching Leyou being pitted in various ways, waiting for the final moment to overwhelm the camel A straw appears.

Sadly, this incident was not that straw.

The learning machine watched all this silently, trying to absorb what it had learned, and asked the host if it didn't understand: [Why do many people conclude that you are more talented than Leyou just by looking at the photos? ]

Zhuang Jin replied leisurely: [To borrow the words of a certain Internet celebrity - face is my talent. ]

I'm worried, old man.

In the learning machine program, such a sentence suddenly appeared.