Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

It wasn't until An Wangjun returned to the set and saw his high-level manuscripts scattered on the set that he remembered that there was a high-level exercise class yesterday!I was going back to class!In the end, he was dragged away by Su Yang, and the big cake fell from the sky, and he listened to the live broadcast in the toilet. The business was completely forgotten!

In the first class of B University Finance.

[It's Wang Jun, not Wang Zai: Begging for the advanced math exercises in the self-study class last night. 】

An hour passed, and everyone was talking and laughing in the group, but no one paid attention to him.

An Wangjun, who felt deeply excluded, was silent for a while, and gritted his teeth—[It's Wangjun, not Wangzai: Guiqiu for the advanced math exercises in the self-study class last night. [Picture]] ——The picture is a photo he secretly took of Su Dashen, an old senior from the finance department, sleeping on a recliner on the set, high-definition □□close-range and exclusive.

After 1 minute, An Wangjun received 35 scanned copies of practice questions.

An Wang-jun: "..."

Except for him, there are only 35 people in the class.

Open it and have a look. There are not only practice questions, but also a lot of class notes. Even the answers are divided into several solutions. They are written clearly and plainly in small letters with hairpin flowers. ￣￣)づ".

[It's Wang Jun, not Wang Zai: ... A good man will live a safe life. 】

Su Yang twirled the special folding fan for the little prince in his hand, and planned the next scene with the crew. He glanced at Sun Zhibin and Fang Yi bringing a group of younger brothers over there, and couldn't stop gossip. It turns out that Liu Rui's ability Not so good, Fang Yi is still alive and kicking, walking normally...

One of Le Xing saw Su Yang holding back a mocking expression, and knew that he was secretly thinking about someone who was speaking badly, so he followed his eyes and looked over, oh, Sun Zhibin, then you continue to mock, so well, so well, so well. croak.

After the crew coordinator left, Su Yang lowered his head and asked Le Xingzhi in a low voice: "Okay, Fang Yi and the others brought a special make-up artist here, right?"

Le Xingzhi nodded, and said indignantly: "I didn't say that, you all wear Fenghua's makeup and hair, and he always brings his own, and Yan Yan dare not say that he can suppress Fenghua's makeup artist." , Who will find a foreign monk for his confidence?"

"It's better to use it alone. In the future, you should pay attention to it and try not to let Xiao Jun have contact with them, in various senses."

"Of course, I still remember the rumors and rumors back then. Who knows what kind of dirty tricks Sun Zhibin will have. I'm watching."

Su Yang coughed: "It's not just this." Looking around, he made sure that no one was around, Su Yang covered his mouth and whispered: "The main thing is not to let them have physical contact with Xiao Jun, and don't give Xiao Jun anything he touched. You touch."

Le Xingzhi was at a loss: "Isn't it, you've already guarded against thieves to this point?"

Su Yang threw him a brainstorm: "Can you be more normal in your thinking!" As he spoke, he dragged him to a corner, and after making sure that no one would hear him, he leaned into Le Xingzhi's ear and whispered, "Last night I went to When looking for Jun in the bathroom, Fang Yi and Lingsheng Liu Rui just came out of the bathroom."

Le Xingzhi's small eyes widened, and he quickly lowered his voice like a thief: "No way, you mean, it was Fang Yi and Liu Rui who did that next door to Xiaojun? That old pervert ?”

Su Yang nodded with disgust.

Le Xingzhi suddenly realized, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm definitely optimistic about it!"

Su Yang stroked his chin and pondered: "Okay, do you think we should give Xiaojun an assistant?"

"Hey! The sun is coming out from the west? Why are you willing?"

Su Yang jumped up and was about to beat him up: "Am I the kind of cheapskate who won't even hire an assistant!"

Le Qingtian had insight into everything, and gave Su Yang a smirk that was not a big deal to watch: "I mean, you are willing to invite me! Take care of Xiaojun's assistant?"

The first younger brother of the imperial capital: "...Then I will think about it."

The shooting on the set was still tense, taking advantage of the spring breeze to the peach blossom grove planted on the outskirts of Beijing, Gu Changan took a group of them for an outing (crossed out) to shoot the scene.

According to Director Gu's words, it would be a pity not to visit such a beautiful scene.

So our little pavilion master dragged his unhealed thigh to hang Wia miserably.

The little pavilion master was killing all directions as usual, and the pink peach petals set off his face like fat jade.The little prince who was onlookers flew up his folding fan, fanning the petals floating in front of him to the right, and then fanning the peach petals on the left to his face.

It's all a picture, a picture.

The plot requires that the prince who fights the five scum is about to be kicked away by a cult fish, Su Yang grunted in pain, but An Wang, who has always been deeply involved in dramas and not easy to get out of, was so shocked that he forgot his actions, Another miscellaneous fish that was too late to take it back was also kicked away.

Gu Chang'an in front of the monitor: "This shot is good, this shot will be saved as a sideshow on the official blog."

Difficult brother: "..."

In the evening, I will make up for the good scene of the little prince showing his true colors after the two escaped from the visit to Dali Temple last night

——That’s right, our little prince is not a fool—otherwise, how could Mr. An Wang say that Su Yang played the role in his true colors?

A good-for-nothing can't be the leading actor, no matter which channel it's in, remember it.

An Wangjun rubbed his butt, couldn't sit down at all, his body hurt like he just picked up a hundred prostitutes, but he still insisted on staying on the set—joke, how can I miss the good show of Li Xiuran showing his big tail for the first time?An Wangjun himself will be moved by his spirit of overcoming all difficulties and obstacles to learn acting skills.

High energy ahead.

In the camera, Li Xiuran took off his night clothes and put on his radiant and luxurious brocade suit again, with his folding fan swaying his sleeves, he was walking in the deep alleys of the capital.The moon hiding in the dark clouds sneaked out and poked secretly on the handsome face of thousands of girls who were haunted by dreams.

Then, another group of men in black appeared and wanted to take Li Xiuran's life.

At this time, there were no hidden guards to help, and no pavilion master to save the scene. Under the moonlight, the little prince smiled charmingly, folded his fan and slit the leader's throat in an instant.

...Is this the five slags of war!Li Xiuran, won't your conscience ache?

Li Xiuran is still the same Li Xiuran with a good-looking skin, but the embroidered pillow is not filled with straw. Only under the cool moonlight at night in the capital can one see clearly the essence of the black ink.

In the siege of a group of killers, the little prince reaped his life at a leisurely pace by relying on a folding fan with a picture of a beauty lying on a couch.An Wangjun saw that every time Su Yang cut a person's neck, he would take a pretentious freeze-frame pose, turn and turn over, the arcs of the Chinese clothes embroidered with dark patterns of peonies floating up and the arcs of blood sprayed from the blood bag were strange The perfect fit, against the indifferent and aloof expression under the lit board, An Wang-jun almost forgot to breathe.

Not only An Wang-jun, but all the staff present were shocked by Su Yang's full-on fighting scene. The Best Actor deserves to be the Best Actor, and the Three-Gold Best Actor deserves to be the Three-Gold Best Actor!It turned out that the previous series of so-called full-on acting skills were just a warm-up for a small fight!This figure, this look, this movement, this momentum!I begged the little prince to fold my fan and cut my neck!

When the little prince killed the last person, the folding fan swept half an inch from his neck, and the poor miscellaneous fish was so frightened that it plopped and knelt on the ground.The little prince gave a cold smack, the folding fan changed direction, his backhand broke his tendon holding the sword, and when the raised sleeves fell, the poor assassin's jaw was also taken off.

At this time, the hidden guards of Xiaoyao Palace arrived, Li Xiuran raised his hand and threw the blood-stained folding fan to a hidden guard, who took it, and respectfully presented another clean folding fan with splashed ink.

"Take it down." Li Xiuran said majestically, "Try it well, and send it back to Xiao Lieyuan after the trial is over. I'm so careful that I'm thinking about it."

"Yes!"

The dark guard retreated, and Li Xiuran was left alone in the deep alley of the carved beams and painted buildings in the capital. The sound of drums could be faintly heard in the distance. He shook his new folding fan, which was not stained with blood, and looked up at the half moon in the sky.After a while, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked into the night alone.

This scene is filmed.

Su Yang came back swinging his fan, raised his eyebrows at An Wangjun from afar, and said "Come and praise me" all over his face.

An Wangjun said that his butt was really hurting, so he withdrew first.

Su Yang was about to beat him up as soon as he swung his fan, but Gu Changan dragged him back to take another close-up shot, An Wangjun hurriedly smeared the soles of his feet and slipped away.

It was night, and after swiping the screen of a certain actor's latest news, a certain trumpet posted an original message that could be felt rippling across the screen:

[This family is not Akalin: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah , brother’s fighting scene is that he looks down on the world and pretends to be so handsome and awesome too I can’t find words to describe it luckily I restrained myself otherwise I can shout out and hang it on his neck Then something happened ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, handsome, handsome, can't restrain, so I just touched a fish <(￣︶￣)> [〕]]

The picture is a sketch, under the gloomy moonlight, a beauty in ancient costume with wide sleeves in front of the wind, a folding fan pierced through the air, and a string of bright red blood beads rose from the tip of the fan, the beauty lowered her eyes, cold and aloof.

Tsk tsk tsk, who knows the careful thinking of the first brother in the imperial capital...

The next day, An Wangjun calmed down, saw the sketch he painted when he was crazy last night, and was disgusted by his nasty self.

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Brother Su: Come on!Please praise me without reservation! .JPG