I'm not the bunny monster you think

Okay, it really is because of the outside remarks.

Ye Zhen originally held himself upright, and liked to be rational when doing things, but he didn't live by other people's evaluations, so as long as other people's comments had nothing to do with work, he never took them to heart.

However, the sharp thorns of these words were aimed at Shen Feng now, causing the child to be extremely embarrassed, but Ye Zhen found it hard not to take it seriously.

He had no experience in comforting others, but seeing the boy's drooping head, he uncontrollably landed on Shen Feng's hair with his palm and rubbed it.

This time, he was no longer bewitched by the boy's soft hair, and wanted to try his hand.

In fact, the hair that has been styled with mousse loses its own softness and becomes rough to the touch, like a scab that has just formed on the wound after a wound.

At this touch, the sour energy in his heart suddenly turned into an unknown fire, and he said without emotion: "Who are they? Who said?"

Shen Feng slumped his shoulders dejectedly, "... the audience."

Ye Zhen suddenly didn't know what to say.

After a while, he said, "After the curtain call, ask the director for a leave of absence, and I'll take you out."

Shen Feng was a little confused, but since Ye Zhen spoke, it wouldn't be something meaningless, so he nodded quickly without asking where he was going.

An hour later, the car stopped at the gate of the villa in the suburbs, and the old housekeeper came out with the rabbit in his arms to open the door.

Seeing Shen Feng coming back, the old housekeeper said with some surprise: "Mr. Shen is back! I just watched your live broadcast, and you really look like a big star. My little granddaughter was clamoring for your autograph just now. Go!"

Shen Feng was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to look at Ye Zhen, but the other party had already strode into the villa without speaking.

This is... bringing him back to feel the warmth of home?

Shen Feng's heart warmed, and after agreeing to the old housekeeper to sign his granddaughter, he hurried to catch up with Ye Zhen who was ahead.

"Boss Ye... you brought me back to tell me that you don't have to take the evaluations of outsiders to heart?"

There is a reason for this.

But who is Ye Zhen?

A businessman, and a businessman who grew up in the environment of the Ye family and sneered at things like feelings.

A businessman values ​​profits. For him, frivolous comfort is far less convincing than facts.

He didn't stop, "The company has always planned for you to be an idol. Idols are different from singers and actors. They rely on fans' pursuit. It's not practical to just focus on yourself."

"..." Shen Feng's expression paused.

Is this comforting him or hurting him?

All the way to the study in silence, Ye Zhen turned on the computer, asked Shen Feng to bring a chair over and sit down, and then continued: "But you have to learn to calculate the cost."

Yes, calculate the cost.

Ye Zhen clicked on a report, and scrolled to the bottom of the data analysis chart, "Look. Your proportion of black fans is the lowest among the top seven trainees."

Shen Feng looked at the numbers on the screen, each episode of the program had exact data records, telling him that there were people joining the ranks of fans every moment.

Especially when he relaxed and smiled at the end of each performance, the ratings surged even more.

But before that, he only knew that when it was his turn to shoot, the barrage was always full of abuse against him.

Ye Zhen then opened the live video tonight, and jumped directly to the place where Shen Feng appeared, and the dense barrage instantly filled the whole screen.

"Wind blows report!"

"Call for Brother Xiaofeng!"

"Brother Xiaofeng confesses, ah ah ah ah I'm still the favorite of the group today!"

"I feel sorry for Brother Xiaofeng, I am so slandered by those trolls that I dare not laugh... Woooooo, my heart hurts so much."

"Brother Xiaofeng, come on! No one is allowed to blackmail you! We will build an anti-black station for you!"

……

Similar barrages were repeated countless times, layer by layer, completely covering the figures on the screen.

Shen Feng looked at these bullet screens, his eyes widened slightly, feeling dizzy.

It turned out that so many people were paying attention to him and looking forward to his performance.

But then, several discordant voices appeared on the barrage.

"Hehe, let's just say that his smile before was all fake, but now he has a dead face, who is he crying for?"

"I can't even manage this facial expression, what kind of idol?"

"What are you talking about, the first love male god? It's funny! With such an ugly smile, he must be going to use a knife."

"Is this face a failure of plastic surgery? He went on the show and went for plastic surgery. I saw his tidbit saying that he only sleeps for two hours a day, which is also fake!"

……

Shen Feng's pupils constricted, and the thousands of other comments that praised him all faded and disappeared at this moment, leaving only these maliciously speculative comments, which magnified and magnified before his eyes.

Just when he was almost out of breath and wanted to turn his head away, there was a sudden weight on his shoulder, Ye Zhen raised his hand to hold his shoulder, and patted him gently.

He said softly, "Keep watching."

As he spoke, he pulled the progress bar of the video and stopped at a random place.

On the screen is Zhou Boran's performance.

"Why is this mania still here? Why doesn't he die?"

"Hehe, a big man with red hair every day, disgusting to death."

"Why is he always in the C position? Is there any py deal with the director? Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Is there too many scenes of this person? Can you let him go? I won't watch any scenes of him again!"

……

Zhou Boran is usually not very polite. In order to attract attention, the program team often uses clips of him fighting with other people for publicity, creating the illusion that he is a bully, and many people have preconceived ideas about him and have a bad impression of him.

Because of this, there were much more vicious words on the bullet screen than when Shen Feng appeared, and some people even cursed him to die.

Shen Feng was trembling with anger at these words, he didn't understand why Ye Zhen insisted on him watching these things.

Do you want to compare Zhou Boran's situation with him, and tell him that his situation is actually lucky enough?

Or do you want to say that it's okay for Zhou Boran to be scolded like this, is he too hypocritical?

Before his thoughts continued to diverge, Ye Zhen turned off the barrage and asked, "Don't you think the logic of these words is similar?"

Shen Feng was taken aback.

What is this problem called?Who the hell has been scolded by a group of people for so long, and still has the same logic in thinking about each other?

But Ye Zhen's entry point is so strange.

"Why do you have to use a knife if you don't smile well? Why don't they feel that they are not feeling well? Use groundless speculation as the basis for inference, and the deduced conclusion becomes a fact?"

"...No one likes these people. Many people speak just to vent their negative emotions. At this time, you can't even breathe."

Ye looked into Shen Feng's eyes calmly, "There is still a part, the so-called 'black fans'. The whole program is almost scolded from the beginning to the end, but they still watch the program start on time every week, leave a message as soon as possible, what do you think? like what?"

Shen Feng: "..."

Needless to say, when Ye Zhen said this, Shen Feng actually felt that the group of fuzzy black fans had a face.

Zhou Boran's face.

But he can't say that black fans are like Zhou Boran, and he paused for a while before thinking of an appropriate word: "Dead Tsundere?"

"..."

Okay, now that he has the intention to make fun of it, it means that he has figured out the flavor himself.

"In the last two episodes, your smile has decreased, and the growth of fans has obviously slowed down." Looking at his expression, Ye Zhen softened his voice, "You changed yourself, but you didn't get better results, loss Is it too big?"

Even if there is a change, it shouldn't be for those who simply vent their malice.

When Ye Zhen said this, his tone was very gentle, and Shen Feng's anger dissipated immediately after hearing this, turning into some kind of warm and soft emotion, which made his heart swell.

Looking away from the screen, Shen Feng looked at Ye Zhen, with inexplicable emotions surging in his heart, and couldn't help shouting: "Boss Ye..."

Ye Zhen agreed, "Yes."

Shen Feng moved his butt, moved closer to Ye Zhen, supported the edge of his seat with his hands, his eyes moved slightly, "You brought me back to comfort me?"

Just because of his expression?

Don't say this comfort is too blunt.

Just like when the old housekeeper praised him just now, Shen Feng just felt warm in his heart. After all, he still remembered the attacks of black fans. When he returned to the program group, this emotion would still churn up, like an iron rope tightly strangling his body Confidence is a temporary solution rather than a permanent cure.

But looking at the data now, the unshakable facts tell him: he is excellent, better than most people.

He can stand upright and be himself as he pleases.

If this fact was told to him by someone else, he might not be so excited, but this person is Ye Zhen, his owner, his teacher, a person worthy of his admiration.

Ye Zhen is different.

The shackles that locked the corners of his mouth were instantly shattered, Shen Feng raised a big smile, his round eyes tightly locked onto Ye Zhen's, and asked, "Is it?"

Ye Zhen lowered his eyes, and looked at Shen Feng again after a while, "What do you want for dinner? Let Aunt Wang make it for you."

Not denying, that is admitting.

A flower bloomed in Shen Feng's heart immediately, and it showed on his face, no matter what was ambiguous or not, he put his arms forward and directly encircled Ye Zhen's neck.

Immediately afterwards, he rested his head on Ye Zhen's shoulder and hugged it tightly, his tone mixed with gratitude: "Thank you, you are so kind to me..."

He lost Mr. Ye who had been talking about it all the time. For some reason, he didn't want to use that title right now.

But I can't think of other names for a while, "Brother Ye" and "Ye Zhen" are not suitable, and "Uncle Ye" is even more difficult to call, so I can only ignore it.

The child's breath sprayed on the side of the neck, and the tip of the nose was full of the breath of a young boy. Ye Zhen froze for a moment, leaned back on the back of the chair, and maintained his usual composure, "You don't need to thank me. The housekeeper's little granddaughter is still waiting." I'm waiting for your signature."

Shen Feng rubbed his head against his neck, and the voice came out muffled, "I don't want to sign today."

Just want to stay with him?

Ye Zhen's mood was agitated by his own thought, and he was quickly suppressed by him.

Taking a deep breath, he took out a tablet from the side drawer, "Then read the book. The exam is half a year away."

"..." Shen Rabbit was stunned.

How could he have forgotten this?

--

After a busy day on New Year's Day, the next day, the program team gave the trainees a holiday, as long as they recorded a small tidbit of talking with their family members, the rest of the time was free to move about.

Shen Feng had no family to contact, so he simply didn't go back and stayed outside for an extra day.

However, he was not idle this day, and returned to the urban area with Ye Zhen, preparing to officially make the identity of the little lunatic disappear from the public.

It was also yesterday that the fox approached him disguised as a staff member, saying that the approval from his superiors had come, and he agreed to end the pet relationship.

From submitting the application to the present, it has been more than two months, and the speed of the work is simply speechless.

Ye Zhen still had a dinner at noon, the car sent him to the gate of the clubhouse, and then turned around to send Shen Feng back to the apartment.

Coming to Fox's pet clinic again after such a long time, Shen Feng suddenly felt that everything was wrong—the originally spacious room seemed to be much smaller, and there was a cramped feeling in it.

Having learned a lot from Ye Zhen, Shen Feng also knows now that it's not that the room has become smaller, but that his own level and vision have improved. Looking at the people and things in the past, he always feels a little different.

This is a manifestation of his continuous improvement.

Shen Feng knelt down and touched the dirty laundry basket he got through, feeling a little complicated.

I haven't noticed it before, but the laundry basket he uses seems to be this one all the time, and he won't wash it with other elves' clothes. Is this the preferential treatment given to him by the fox?

Standing up, Shen Feng saw several new gadgets on the display cabinet behind.

A string of pink crystals.

Shen Feng raised his eyebrows, did the fox have a girlfriend?

After knocking the bell on the table, Shen Feng shouted: "Fox!"

The fox still looked sluggish, and waited for him to yell twice before slowly swaying out, without taking the tail behind him, and sweeping behind him, full of vixen posture.

"what?"

what for?You came here yesterday to remind him that he can die, and you forgot today?

The emotion in Shen Feng's heart subsided in a second, "...I plan to die today, remember to cooperate when the time comes."

After speaking, I felt something was wrong and wrinkled my nose.

"Oh, I see." The fox lazily agreed, fell back on the reclining chair, turned around and took out a folder from the cabinet next to it, and handed it over, "The last page of the document, please sign it."

Thinking it was a document confirming his resignation, Shen Feng took it and turned to the last page, wrote his name in the signature column, and muttered, "Why is the resignation document so thick... By the way, what is that pink crystal behind you?" What is it for?"

"Crystal? What crystal..." The fox turned his head and saw the pink bracelet on the back of his head, and his big tail stopped immediately.

Quickly sweeping the string into the drawer, the fox turned his head back, with a very calm expression on his face, pretending that this incident had never happened, he answered Shen Feng's previous question: "Who told you this is a resignation document?"

As he spoke, he moved over to take the document in his hand, and turned to the first page. The fox poked the title with his finger and said, "Isn't it written "Prenuptial Confession Agreement"?"

"……what?!"

Shen Rabbit's scalp exploded, and the rabbit's ears popped out, and the whole rabbit was stunned.