Employment Guide For Professional Fans

A small group of fans with cannons are squatting downstairs in the company all the year round, 360 days a year, day and night, rain or shine.

Make a bed when it’s hot, set up a tent when it’s cold, order takeaway when you’re hungry, lean against each other and squint for a while when you’re sleepy, and look at the backpack, which is heavier than a person, full of spare batteries for cameras and mobile phones precious.

Once a delivery boy came to deliver food and shouted, "Where is Song Pianran's wife? Song Pianran's wife, your delivery is here!"

On the small lawn by the door, a dozen or so girls stood up in unison.

Later, everyone consciously numbered themselves, and when ordering takeout, they wrote "Song Pianran's first wife", "Song Pianran's second wife"...and so on, there is no cap on the serial number.

The wives lined up, holding love number plates.

According to Lao Li, the guard of the company, the number of Song Pianran's wives who have appeared so far has been ranked to No. 88, and eight of them are male.

Lao Li's wife, a cleaning aunt of the company, also received a No. 47 wife number in order to follow the trend.For this reason, the two fought hotly and then coldly. They fought for half a month, almost triggering an old marriage drama.

The poor lawn was trampled by the wives in a bad shape, it was sparse, and the grass was scattered here and there, which was extremely ugly.Because of this, the Environmental Sanitation Bureau also issued a fine to the company on the grounds that it damaged the grass and fined 5000.

Later, I figured out a way to insert a sign on the lawn, with three big characters saying "Song Taiping", and posted a photo of Song Pianran sitting on the lawn with an awkward smile, and a small slogan below:

If you love Pianran, you will love our common small homeland.

This method really worked, and the wives immediately moved their positions, instead of nesting on the lawn, they changed to the flat ground at the gate.

A month later, the Environmental Sanitation Bureau came again, this time fined 10000 because the lawn was completely bald.

After the lawn was named "Song Taiping", the wives took good care of it, but the problem was that they took care of it too much.

When I have nothing to do, I will pour water and fertilize it, sprinkle some Miao Crispy Wangzai steamed buns on both sides in three days, dig a hole and bury a few photos of Song Pianran in ten days and a half months, and silently recite the mantra "spring planted One Song Pianran can harvest a lawn of Song Pianran in autumn."

It turned out that the lawn looked a little pitiful, but there were still a few grasses.After being tortured like this, he is now completely bald, the kind that even drinking a hundred bottles of Bawang hair tonic can't get back.

This incident later made social news, and Song Pianran secretly claimed that one of the "Mr. Cutting Grass" came from here.

Sure enough, it conforms to one of the iron rules of the rice circle: the rice is steamed and cooked, Song Pianran's wives are exactly the same as Song Pianran's two, and the family carved out of the same mold is right.

When the car drove downstairs, the group of little girls were sitting cross-legged on the ground playing cards. When they saw a car approaching, they flicked the cards in their hands and surrounded them with cameras.

The front door opened, and Su Xindi got out of the car gracefully with a small bag on her shoulders. The girls let out a "cut" and drove away.

Before she could sit cross-legged back, the rear door opened again. Song Pianran was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pressed down very low, and she stepped out of the car with her long legs.

There was an eerie silence for a second, and then——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Alive! Alive!"

"Pianran ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Brother, look at the camera! Brother, please smile!"

Song Pianran's phone fell on the seat, I grabbed it and jumped out of the car: "Boss, your hand..."

The shutter clicked and screamed, and a group of girls surrounded Song Pianran and walked in. I was behind, and I could only see the black baseball cap Song Pianran was wearing in the crowd.

The fans expressed their love hoarsely, their voices were like an invisible barrier, separating Song Pianran and me far away.

I clutched Song Pianran's phone tightly, feeling inexplicably sentimental.

Song Pianran always gives me the illusion that I am very close to him.But in fact, he was born in the spotlight, the one who shines in the crowd.I was so far away from him that he couldn't hear me calling him even when I was behind him.

I unconsciously licked the corner of my mouth, always feeling a little uncomfortable.

I told myself that I was purely old father mentality.The silly son has grown up and is about to get married. Can I, as a father, not be moved!

Thinking about it this way, it really felt a lot more comfortable.

"Huh?" A little fan walking behind the crowd saw me, "Aren't you the one who drove your brother's car into an accident?"

She frowned and stared at me. I didn't expect to be recognized, and I froze in place, at a loss.

The people in front also noticed me, stopped, turned around, and started whispering.

"It's him, the man in the photo."

"Is he the one who caused Pianran to be hacked by the marketing account?"

"I was so angry that I dared to come to the company."

……

I have never seen such a battle before, my hearing suddenly became extremely sharp, every word was clearly captured, the information in my brain was instantly loaded, and there was a continuous blank.

The black lens was facing me, like some kind of monster devouring people, and the sound of the shutter roared, drowning me.

My eyes were sore from the flash, and I raised my hand to cover my face: "Don't shoot me, don't shoot me."

The knight with the piggy doll hanging on his backpack turned away from the camera and came to me.

Song Pianran put a hat on my head and pressed the brim down. It was his own baseball cap.

He hugged my shoulders and led me into the company. I shrunk my shoulders tightly and lowered my head. I saw his sneakers stepping forward. His steps were steady and firm, just like my heartbeat at the moment.

"Isn't it enough to photograph me? Do you want to photograph other people?"

I heard him say to the fans, with a little playfulness and grievance in his voice.

"Ahhhh-!"

"Brother, look here! Smile!"

The crowd began to burst into screams again, and I could feel the scorching frequency and brightness of the flashlight with my head down.

Song Pianran lifted the hand that was holding my shoulder slightly, and the palm covered my eyes.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, his hot breath on my earlobe.

My heart skipped a beat for an instant.

Song Pianran swiped her card to open the door of the company, pushed me through the door first, then poked her head out to show her heart to the fan door.

"You can only send my photo, otherwise I will be jealous."

I leaned against the door with one hand on my chest.

I don't know if Song Pianran is jealous or not, I just know that I feel like I have just been fished out of the vinegar vat, my legs are weak, my whole body is numb, my eyelids covered by Song Pianran's palms are hot, and I can't control it. Trembling slightly.

I closed my eyes and took a breath.

He must have been frightened at the door just now, so he became sick from fright.

That must be the reason, yes.

All because of my illness.

The author has something to say

(Office romance progress bar loaded at 30%)

Qi Yu: I was shocked, it was all because of you

Song Pianran: Oh?I want you to be favored

(Continue liver paper, walk away)