Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

When Qin Yu came back, there was no one at the door.

He saw Lin Cen sitting under the quilt and giggling, he was a little puzzled, but he still cared about it as a roommate, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

He didn't know how He Run explained to others when he didn't go to the live broadcast in the afternoon. Anyway, it was almost like saying that he was not feeling well.

Sure enough, Qin Yu's reaction showed that he was right.

"After dinner in the evening, the program group said that they would take us to the performance stage to practice first. Have you prepared the song?"

Lin Cen was surprised, "So early?"

It was only the second day, and he thought they wouldn't be rehearsing until at least the sixth day.

"So I think maybe we were looking in the wrong direction before."

Hearing what he said, Lin Cen also became serious, "I would like to hear more about it."

"For an idol who will appear on the screen, packaging and socialization are important, but this should not be cultivated by a talent show."

He made a lot of sense, and Lin Cen was thoughtful, "It's impossible for the focus of this program competition to be to build a good relationship with the villagers. If we really do this, we'll be putting the cart before the horse."

Qin Yujian nodded, "I think the theme of the competition on the seventh night should be related to the mountain village."

Lin Cen suddenly said, "Having a feeling in the mountains and forests, this is the focus of the investigation!"

That night.

A hot search quietly climbed the rankings.

"Lin Cen's show is playing a big role, sneaking to meet the sponsor."

As a young singer who is not well-known or even has not officially debuted in the industry, not many people know about Lin Cen.However, no matter who the Chinese gossip is about, as long as there is a patron or support, it will always attract people's attention.

On the other end, He Run flipped through the wrinkled face of the so-called Lin Cen private meeting's benefactor that was circulated on Weibo, which was comparable to the bark of a tree, and his brows were so wrinkled that they could kill a mosquito.

"Don't you have information in your hands? Let it out, and suppress Lin Cen's news first."

For some artists, black and red are also red, as long as someone pays attention, it is not a loss.

But Lin Cen is different.

He hasn't debuted yet, and this is already the second trending search.

It's okay if the first one is positive, but the second one is a complete scandal.

For fans, it is a very disappointing thing for a newcomer without any works to randomly jump on the hot search in a short period of time.

Especially according to Mr. Qi's plan, Lin Cen was to be promoted to the altar of singer.

He was praised and killed in the early stage, which clearly meant to cut off his future path!

"Mr. He, someone bought a navy, and they can't hold back."

"If you can't hold it down, send a lawyer's letter." He Run was annoyed.

It was the first time that Mr. Qi entrusted someone to him so solemnly. If there was no good result, he would simply lose his face.

Just as he was thinking, Qi Shaoyang called.

"Have you returned to Beijing?"

Ho Run said: "The entertainment company has some things to deal with."

Qi Shaoyang: "As for Lin Cen, you can discuss it with the program team."

He Run suddenly realized that there is no better way to clean up than Lin Cen's work!

"I'm going right now!"

It was his first time as an agent, and he was deficient in many aspects. He Run sighed, Mr. Qi is not the same. Be professional.

This is the power of love!

The conversation with the program team went smoothly. The producer is a sensible one. He didn’t need to mention it. He said that the program edited last week had been released in advance. He also said that the program team is currently rehearsing and rehearsing, and the live broadcast will focus on Lin Cen. body.

When the trending search started to ferment, the live broadcast room of the purple group immediately flooded with many people who came to eat melons.

It's just that the current scene is in the room of Chen Yuxiao and Lin Sheng.

Even so, it doesn't affect their swearing. They clearly haven't seen Lin Cen yet. In their description, they have already described him as a man and woman who can only be incompetent, angry, hold a beer belly, and cry.丨 Branched.

Su Yu is a fan of Lin Cen.

From the moment she caught a glimpse of this boy's inhuman beauty during the audition, she decided to have a crush on him.

Later, during the competition, Lin Cen couldn't sing out loud. Unlike the abuse and contempt of others, he saw the young man's expression of astonishment, bewilderment, and pain, and he just felt distressed.

Fortunately, during the second round of the individual competition, a piece of pipa music shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods, and became a sensation on the hot searches.

Su Yu burst into tears.

Happy for her teenager.

Later, something seemed to happen to the program group. The original competition plan turned into a one-week live broadcast. Su Yu was always smiling when he thought of seeing his favorite boy for seven days.

Set the alarm clock to watch the live broadcast, just not to miss every minute and every second of seeing him.

Some people say that this kind of feeling is pathological, but Su Yu doesn't think so.

She didn't tell anyone that she was disappointed with this ugly world that day, but that casual glance made her see the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Su Yu didn't believe that Lin Cen was being taken care of by the patron.

Her young man is better than anyone else, what right does that old man with a big belly have to have him.

Su Yu and Ren quarreled in the barrage.

The people who eat melons are mixed with navy troops, which is not something that Lin Cen's weak and unformed fan group can compete with.

Su Yu was about to cry out of anger, she was typing with shaking hands, her eyes were foggy.

Suddenly, there was a ding and a private chat.

Su Yu only thought that someone wanted to have a private chat with her, so she clicked it angrily, and after a few glances, her eyes widened instantly.

She muttered to herself, and the mechanical keyboard under her hands crackled.

"Zai Zai has an agent. When did you sign the company and which company did you sign?" She wiped the corners of her eyes and said in a resentful tone, "Zai Zai doesn't even open Weibo. I can't find the channel, so angry."

She clicked on the link that she claimed to be Zai Zai's manager, and there were already fans watching. Whether the show was on or not, what was scrolling were some edited clips. A picture scroll handed down from ancient times.

When the show started, the clearer and more shocking chord sound was transmitted to everyone's heart through the earphones than the video privately shot on the Internet.

"A person who can play such a song that hits the soul directly, I don't believe that he will climb up the gold master."

"My grandfather taught pipa, he said that Lin Cen played better than him!!"

"Ahhh, it sounds good, and the person looks good too, Ah Wei is dead, dead, dead!"

After editing the later stage of the program, the boy on stage was wearing the simplest shirt and jeans, but he held the piano so seriously, matching the last sentence he said.

For the first time, the word "the unity of piano and human beings" appeared so clearly in the minds of everyone who watched the show.

He is Lin Cen.

He is also the pipa in his hand.

"Ah, sisters, Cen Cen is playing music live!!!"

"Didn't some black say it was a fake bomb? Come on, let's walk through the live broadcast room? Does it hurt?"

Repeating the rhetorical question three times in a row is enough to see the excitement and anger in my heart.

Su Yu quickly switched to the live broadcast room.

Her young boy sat on the simple wicker chair with a smile, and with the breeze and moonlight, the string sounds seemed to come from the sky.

Su Yu remembered the poem she learned in high school.

"The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The chaotic strings are mixed, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate."

She looked at the boy's dazzling eyes that could not be concealed by the night, and suddenly shed a tear.

Through the screen, Lin Cen's fingertips paused.

In the next second, a smoother music sounded from the vibrating strings.

He broke through again.

When people really love and worship.

In the second half of the night, after Lin Cen proved his strength, most of the melon eaters became suspicious of the news on Hot Search.

Not long after, the identity of the man in the same frame as Lin Cen was revealed.

An agent for an entertainment company.

The nurturing incident has become Bole's knowledge of people, and the sunspots who are bouncing around have completely disappeared.

Without anyone knowing, an initial avatar named Qi Shaoyang posted his first Weibo.

Lin Cen, he is my boyfriend.

This Weibo post did not cause any splashes.

From the beginning to the end of the incident, including the public relations department who cleaned up all kinds of news, they didn't find this Weibo tucked in the corner.

After all, there is no head portrait, and no other traces, just like a navy trumpet.

There is not even a tag for posting content about Lin Cen. There are so many people in the world using Weibo, and the news of a zombie trumpet sinks instantly after it is sent.

Qi Shaoyang was a little unhappy.

It was the first time he publicly acknowledged Lin Cen's identity, and he was embarrassed for most of the night. Finally, seeing that the old man with a beer belly was rumored to be Lin Cen's benefactor was really outrageous, so he decided to personally explain to Lin Cen .

result.

no result.

He sent the screenshot of this microblog he posted to He Run through WeChat.

After a while, He Run, who was finally able to take a breather in this turmoil, received a soul torture from his immediate superior.

He Run held the phone in an attitude of worship.

This is the president's official conclusion on the identity of Mr. Lin's proprietress.

As for Mr. Qi's question, how to let everyone see this Weibo, He Run felt bitter.

He made a phone call directly.

"Mr. Qi, it's easy for people to see this Weibo, but Mr. Lin's career has just started. Whether the idol singer was single or not when he debuted, that's two different outcomes."

Qi Shaoyang frowned, "What do you mean?"

He Run gritted his teeth, and said out loudly: "It means that it cannot be made public."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

He Run was a little apprehensive, when he heard the president lightly reply, "Oh."

Oh.

Oh?

Finished?

Looking down again, the phone has been hung up.

He Run didn't know that Qi Shaoyang on the other end of the phone was doubting his life.

Yesterday it was clearly his request that made Lin Cen unable to tell others. Today, I saw the push saying that Lin Cen was being taken care of by an old man, so he couldn't control his hands and posted this Weibo.

Qi Shaoyang rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

What is this.

He clearly agreed to Lin Cen in order to deal with him, but now it seems that he really feels a little different.