Chef God who doesn't want to be an actor is not a good idol

Chu Fang didn't notice Ning Anyi's "disgusting" eyes at all.

In the studio, the photographer's neck was already flushed, the light in his eyes hadn't been extinguished since the filming started again, and his resonant voice spread throughout the studio, sparking electricity all the way.

"Wen Qi, your eyes should be more perverted!"

"The hand holding Du Ruo's chin can be harder!"

"Du Ruo, you can raise your head again, the Adam's apple should be exposed from the neckline! It should look more fragile!...Yes, that's it!"

Looking at the picture, the photographer kept exchanging words of coaxing and commanding to let Du Ruo and Wen Qi adjust to the posture he wanted step by step. After changing several postures in a row, the photographer reluctantly put it down. camera.

Hearing the photographer say "Okay", Du Ruo, who was finally freed from the pretentious state just now, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The photographer who was still in the mood wanted to continue to take a single photo, only to wake up from a dream when he turned his head and saw the two standing next to him.

The light in the photographer's eyes "clicked" and went out.

Suddenly the corners of his mouth didn't rise that much, and the high-pitched tone just now suddenly fell down.

Chu Fang watched the photographer's expression change: Do the double standards need to be so obvious? !

However, Ning Anyi was rather thankful for the photographer's current state. After watching Du Ruo and Wen Qi's filming process, he didn't want to accept the photographer's stormy and enthusiastic bombardment.

Apparently Ning Anyi was relieved too soon.

From the moment the flash was turned on, Chu Fang began to show off his feathers like a peacock spreading its tail, and meticulously completed all the actions required by the photographer.

Seeing the photographer's eyes light up like light bulbs again, the faith recharge has been completed, and the voice is also fully charged.

Ning Anyi, who had negative thoughts of sabotage, could only keep his face stiff and cooperate to complete the work.

"Yes! Yes! That's it!"

"Keep this action!"

"Ning Anyi, your expression should be even more charming!"

"Chu Fang, do you know how cool you are? You have to give the feeling of 'I am the most beautiful boy on this street'!"

Listening to photographer Mary Su's literary tenth-level adjective, Ning Anyi tried to calm down the anger in his heart, and dutifully tried to get close to the extremely abstract adjective.

After finally taking this group of photos, Ning Anyi immediately removed the hand on Ning Anyi's shoulder as if it was burning.

The next moment, the photographer's voice sounded like a devil's whisper, "Next, let's take a personal photo..."

"Du Ruo comes first."

Du Ruo, who was still patting Ning Anyi's shoulder sympathetically, suddenly froze in place, and the fear of being dominated by the photographer just now returned instantly.

Du Ruo and Ning Anyi looked at each other the same way, and they both read the meaning of sympathy and sympathy in each other's eyes.

After restarting filming, Du Ruo encountered a bottleneck.

"You are in the world's largest palace, surrounded by resplendent gold..."

"You are standing on top of the world now! You are the king of the whole world! Everyone can only look up to you, worship you, and believe in you."

"Everyone held countless treasures before your eyes, but you dismissed them..."

The photographer shouted excitedly, spit out abstract commands one after another, but did not tell Du Ruo exactly what kind of pose to make as he did when taking a group photo.

Du Ruo stood in front of the green screen without any props at hand, so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

The photographer had to temporarily adjust the order to let others take single shots first.

Du Ruo frowned and walked to the edge of the studio.

The magazine shoots I encountered before were all on-site shoots, and I didn’t need to pay too much attention to the camera when I was in that situation and made ordinary actions.

But this time the shooting of the solo photo was completely different from the previous ones. Under the overwhelming green screen, there were densely packed shots aimed at one person, all of which made Du Ruo feel extremely awkward.

Just when Du Ruo was full of confusion, Wen Qi had finished taking a single photo and walked towards Du Ruo.

Wen Qi bypassed the staff, stood beside Du Ruo, folded his chest and looked towards the studio, "What were you thinking when you were filming just now?"

"I'm thinking about what to do."

Hearing Du Ruo's answer, Wen Qi frowned slightly, then quickly let go, "Actually, you can change your mind."

Seeing Du Ruo turned his head, Wen Qi's fingers were empty, and he held it up in front of Du Ruo's eyes, "Here is a bunch of flowers."

"But there's no bouquet of flowers here." Du Ruo looked at the air in Wen Qi's hands and said doubtfully.

Wen Qi shook his head, "Here is a bunch of flowers. You need to imagine and believe it now."

"Accept the photographer's request, believe in the settings he wove for you with words, and imagine that you are the person in his words..." Wen Qi's eyes were also slowly changing as he spoke. Obviously the makeup is exactly the same as before, but the temperament of the whole person is completely different from before.

He raised his chin, glanced down slightly, and a deep laugh sounded in Du Ruo's ears, filled with endless arrogance and contempt.

Like an ancient king patrolling his territory.

Arrogant, reckless.

All living beings are ants, and none of them come into his eyes.

While Du Ruo was in a daze, Wen Qi had quickly returned to his previous appearance, "It probably feels like this. You can try it."

While Wen Qi was helping Du Ruo practice, Chu Fang and Ning Anyi also took their own photos.

Returning to the studio, Du Ruo was still a little unaccustomed to the vast green screen, but he was no longer as at a loss as he was at first.

After looking around, Du Ruo didn't start to move immediately, but asked, "Can I sit on the seat and take pictures like I did just now?"

The photographer did not refuse, and the staff in the studio quickly brought up the seat that had just been removed.

After thanking Du Ruo with a smile, he sat down on the seat and held the golden carved armrests with both hands.

The moment he raised his head, the entire studio seemed to turn into a magnificent palace in an instant.

The ancient bell rang heavily from a distant place, and a golden light generously sprinkled from the central dome, falling on the face of the person on the throne, like a god kissing the king's cheek.

The people on the murals on both sides came alive in an instant, and they all bowed their knees to the person on the throne at the same time, casting pious and fanatical eyes.

And the people on the throne just stared straight ahead, no matter whether they were humans or gods, they couldn't get even a single glance of pity from him.

All living beings are all false.

When the paper tube in the photographer's hand fell to the ground, the sound of "bang" brought the people in the studio back to reality from the fantasy just now.

Seeing Du Ruo, who was not affected by the movement in the studio, the photographer who had been yelling just now dared not even make a sound, but dared to thank the God of Inspiration for his blessing again and again in his heart.

After taking a few shots in a row, the photographer quickly ordered the staff.

"I want a crown, the more gorgeous the better!"

"Put it on Du Ruo immediately... yes, it's now!"

After a flurry of fuss, Du Ruo added a luxurious crown to her blond hair.

At the moment when the modeling was completed and Du Ruo sat back on the "throne", the sound of gasping came from different corners of the studio at the same time.

The photographer, who usually makes him go berserk even at the slightest movement during shooting, didn't notice these gasping sounds, and he devoted himself fully to the picture in front of him.

"Right, that is it!"

"Lift your chin up a little bit!"

"Perfect!"

"Absolutely!"

After I don’t know how many shots were taken, the photographer reluctantly put down the camera, and the photographer who has always been known as a "tyrant" in the circle said in a rare gentle tone, "Okay, today's shooting ends here gone."

Under the background sound of the staff letting out a sigh of relief, the photographer quickly turned his head and whispered to his assistant, "If there is any job to take pictures for Du Ruo in the future, immediately, immediately, without going through the middle screening, just give it to me!"

After the filming was over, on the way back, Du Ruo had time to turn on his phone to check the news on Xingguang.com.

***

The knife from Xu Tang's team was ruthless and vicious.

Everyone in the circle knows that Zhu Panyan and Xu Tang's public relations team are torn apart these days, but no one thought that at this moment, Xu Tang's public relations team would still have the energy to drag other artists into trouble .

After receiving the news, Chen Mo's scalp was numb, and he slapped the table in the office.

After the previous experience, Chen Mo directly bypassed the company's PR department, turned around and found the PR company he had cooperated with in the previous turmoil, and immediately left the scene to control the direction of the wind.

But in a public relations battle, a slow step is fatal.

Seeing that the breaking news had already been occupied by fans of Shui Jun and other families, Chen Mo immediately communicated with the "Guofeng" magazine.

Not only was Du Ruo blowing up, but "Guofeng" magazine was so angry that it wanted to strangle the hot-headed Xu Tang team to death.

Originally, "Guofeng" magazine and "Fashion" magazine were competitors, but this time "Guofeng" has firmly surpassed "Fashion" in terms of popularity and comprehensive evaluation in all aspects, and the popularity has not yet reached its peak At this point, Xu Tang's team's accidental revelation broke the mystery they had painstakingly built for a long time, and made most of the previous efforts useless.

After Chen Mo communicated with "Guofeng" magazine, he immediately decided on a public relations strategy.

For a while, the few neutral comments left in the breaking news news were squeezed out by the doubling of troll comments, and for a while, only insults to Du Ruo remained.

When Xu Tang's public relations team realized that the situation was completely out of control and wanted to stop, everything turned out not as they expected.

[Look at the Starlight issue of Guofeng Magazine!They announced the cover of this time! 】

This sound brought the passers-by who were watching the show and the fans from all walks of life in the melee to the Guofeng Starlight.