After transmigrating into cannon fodder, Slag Gong insists on pampering me

After signing the contract, you need to go to the company to go through the formalities. This is the basic process.

Because it has not been announced that Ye Linyang is the new artist of Xinghai Company, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xu Ke personally took him to the company.

When approaching the company, Xu Ke asked Ye Linyang to put on a mask and pretend to be an assistant.

There are too many popular stars in Xinghai Company. Although there are no hot spots in front of the company, there will still be some newcomers and reporters who are enthusiastic and tireless in order to find news.

There are too many people coming in and out, even if you have a work pass, if you lose it, it will be a problem for someone to pick it up and sneak in, so Xinghai Company uses the method of facial recognition.

Xu Ke is the ace manager and occupies a certain position in the company. He has the authority to enter the facial recognition of new artists.

To be more precise, the recruitment of new artists needs to go through a process, and it usually takes a few days.

But because Xu Ke is the trump card manager, his artist can be entered by himself with fingerprint unlocking authority.

"Drip" - the entry is complete.

After the recording, Xu Ke asked Ye Linyang to put on the mask again and followed him into the office.

"It can be taken off now."

Ye Linyang took off his mask, his long eyelashes blinked slightly, his hair was not specially taken care of, and it felt a little fluffy.Against his porcelain-white skin, he was a little lazy, yet delicate.

It is obviously a very casual state, but it makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"Didn't rest well?"

The office closed the curtains and turned on the incandescent lamp. Under the light, Ye Linyang's fair skin looked like a glowing night pearl, but his lips were a little pale.

Ye Linyang sat on the sofa, leaning lazily on the back of the chair. He rubbed the center of his brows and smiled: "No, I went to bed after ten o'clock."

Xu Ke took a look, there were no dark circles under his eyes, and he raised his brow slightly: "Seeing that you are so tired, if you didn't stay up late, you should have a cold."

cold?

Ye Linyang knows that colds often occur in humans, but he has never had a cold himself, so he doesn't know what it feels like.

It turned out that it was a cold, no wonder he was tired and exhausted.

Xu Ke picked up a document and flipped through it.

"The last time you searched for a hot model, what is your relationship with him?"

His mind went back to the hot search that Mu Yanyu showed him, and he thought about it carefully: "The relationship between the creditor and the debtor."

Xu Ke frowned slightly: "How much do you owe?"

Yesterday he saw with his own eyes the wall covering on the ceiling of the house that Ye Linyang was renting fell off. This kind of economic situation could not mean that others owed him money.

Before signing him, he investigated the matter of Ye Linyang's school. The post that went viral on the forum caught his eye with a bright photo.

——The heroic man feeds him candy.

The way the man looked at him, those sharp eyes were filled with tenderness that was out of place and full of eye sockets.

Moreover, there was a photo in the hot search on Weibo, where he kissed the model on the cheek.

Xu Ke guessed various reasons, but he didn't expect him to say that it was the relationship between the creditor and the debtor.

He has already thought of a countermeasure. Even if they are a couple, according to the contract, he cannot have a romantic relationship during the signing period. Even if he had a relationship before, he still has to break up.

He had let him see the contract before signing it, and since he signed it, it meant that he agreed to the treaty.

In retrospect, Ye Linyang himself doesn't know the exact amount, but when he gets the rest of the filming payment, he should be able to pay off the money.

He thought, no matter how expensive those things are, they should not exceed ten thousand, right?

Guessing, Ye Linyang directly gave the result: "It will be paid off soon."

Xu Ke nodded: "That's fine."

After thinking about it, Ye Linyang didn't know much about the rules of the entertainment industry, so he took the initiative to speak out about being Li Hao's model.

"It's fine for a solo exhibition."

Just in case, Xu Ke explained Ye Linyang's current situation to him: "You are a sophomore now, whether you are big or small, your only advantage for other artists is your face."

"Besides that someone can secretly take a picture of you holding a cat to promote the movie you are about to make, there is no other advantage."

The picture of holding a cat was secretly taken last time in a veterinary hospital.

Ye Linyang nodded in agreement.

In the original world, apart from being sensitive to the camera, he can pose in any pose and expression the photographer wants at any time, and there is also a dance that the photographer taught him before, and he knows nothing else.

They don't have the singing voice of the trainees, they don't have their dancing skills, and they don't have the acting skills of those students in the Drama Academy.

He didn't even think about why Xu Ke signed him now.

Xu Ke liked his attitude of being honest and clear about himself, so he turned on his phone and swiped Weibo.

"Your popularity is still there. You can get a wave of popularity after shooting public service advertisements, and then you can make a better wave of publicity when you make movies."

"However——" he leaned on the back of his chair and started to write: "You don't seem to be popular in school. It's inevitable that someone will blackmail you with that aspect. You have to be mentally prepared."

Artists who enter the entertainment industry, once they become popular, will be dug up for their past scandals. Even if they don't have any scandals, they can still create some rumors to slander them.

Xu Ke couldn't be more clear about these things.

He had already made preparations for this when he wanted to sign Ye Linyang.

He put the pen on the table, pressed his arms on both sides of the office chair, clasped his hands, and gave Ye Linyang a sedative: "But don't worry too much, I am one with you, and there is our team behind you."

"Okay." Ye Linyang nodded in response.

He was also a little apprehensive, saying that it was impossible not to panic, but it was useless to be nervous about things that hadn't happened in the future, and he might not be able to get angry.

But now that he has signed the contract and entered the circle, he has to do his best to do his job well.

"Okay, you can go back to rest today."

"You need to adjust your condition, the schedule will be very tight in a few days."

Xu Ke let him go after repeated warnings.

On the way back, Ye Linyang went to the pharmacy to buy cold medicine.

He made a regular schedule to send messages, and sent messages to Mu Yanyu at three meals a day, reminding him to take his medicine.

"Buzzing—"

Ye Linyang opened his eyes slightly, and rubbed the phone, his body was limp, and he couldn't reach the phone on the bedside table after rubbing it several times.

I took it to my eyes and looked at it. It was a class reminder.

The state is not good these days. He had no class a few days ago and just took a break. He was afraid that he would forget to attend class later, so he had set reminders for class in advance.

"I've slept for four days..." His melodious voice was hoarse, mixed with a strong nasal voice.

He slept for four days in a row, and if it wasn't for the memo's alarm ringing, he didn't know how long he would have slept.

There are three or four classes this morning. He should have asked for leave in his current state, but the teacher said that this class will focus on the final exam.

He is not used to bothering others, and no one can bother him.

He Xi, Yuanshen's only friend, said a few days ago that he had something to do this week and asked him to sign in for him.

Putting the phone aside, pulling the quilt away, and standing up with the palm of the hand on the bed, with a little force, when sitting up, the head shook, a little dizzy.

After sitting for a while, feeling better, Ye Linyang slowly got up to wash up.

Staring at the mirror while brushing my teeth, looking at my own face, the porcelain white skin was covered with a layer of white ash, without a trace of blood.

Colds are terrible...

He thought bitterly.

His throat was so itchy, he had this feeling when he just woke up, countless ants crawled across his throat, it was so dry and itchy, he drank a big glass of water after washing.

He bought a self-service cat-feeding machine, and the three little fur balls had just had enough to eat. Seeing him get up, he quickly ran to his feet to rub his "meow meow" like a baby.

Dika left the community, heard someone calling him in the distance, turned his head, and met Mu Yanyu's handsome face running over.

Ye Linyang asked doubtfully through the mask, "Why are you here?"

Mu Yanyu looked serious, not as frivolous as before: "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Ye Linyang heard that he took out his mobile phone, and there were six missed calls marked in red, and more than a dozen messages on WeChat, all of which were unread.

He blinked, his long eyelashes drooped, and apologized: "I slept for a few days, and my phone was muted."

Seeing that the bandage on Mu Yanyu's head hadn't been removed, he asked, "How is your injury? I've sent you messages regularly, have you taken your medicine on time?"

Ye Linyang's last reply said that he had a cold and was going to bed, and the messages reminding him to take medicine were all sent at the same time. Mu Yanyu guessed it was a timed message at a glance.

If I hadn't seen him today, I'm afraid he would rush into the community to find someone later.

Nodding her head, Mu Yanyu skipped the topic, and asked worriedly, "Are you still feeling bad?"

Reaching out to touch his forehead, the moment the back of the hand touched his forehead, there was a pause: "Why is it so cold?"

Ye Linyang was puzzled: "Isn't this the case with colds?"

Mu Yanyu didn't speak, and held Ye Linyang's hand in the palm of his hand. The cold touch began to come from the fingertips, and he frowned.

"Cold?"

Ye Linyang took out his hand and shook his head.

Mu Yanyu's brows became tighter and tighter, her eyes darkened.

It's not a cold.

His body was barely warm.

Thinking of the mutation Ye Linyang said in the hospital before, Mu Yanyu suggested without leaving a trace: "Since you feel uncomfortable, please take leave today and don't go to school, take a good rest."

"Need not."

Ye Linyang tidied up the mask he was wearing, and didn't plan to stay here any longer, "I'm going to school, I'm going to be late."

Mu Yanyu followed quickly.

He knew that although the child was stupid and cute, he was a little stubborn. He didn't trust him yet, so he couldn't interfere too much, or it would backfire.

In order to pretend to be decent, Mu Yanyu borrowed the books for this class on purpose.

After two classes, Ye Linyang almost exhausted all his energy.

After class, he had just packed his books when Mu Yanyu dragged him to an empty classroom.

Mu Yanyu pushed him onto the chair and reached out to take off his mask.

"What are you doing?" He didn't have the strength to resist, but his eyes were full of resistance.

Taking advantage of Ye Linyang's inattention, Mu Yanyu cut his finger, causing bright red blood to flow out.

Ye Linyang:!

The rich and sweet smell circulated in the air, constantly stimulating his taste buds.

He swallowed painfully.

The weak and limp body began to move/move, and the blood that had been at rest began to surge rapidly, staring at the little bit of blood oozing from Mu Yanyu's fingers.

He couldn't describe the feeling.

He was like a dying man in the desert meeting an oasis at the last moment.

Ye Linyang stood up uncontrollably, attracted by the scent, approached Mu Yanyu, step by step, grabbed his hand, and put it in his mouth.

He stopped.

The last sliver of reason made him let go of Mu Yanyu's hand.

He turned his head and said with difficulty: "You, your finger is injured, you go and deal with it."

"Saliva can be disinfected, help me." Mu Yanyu turned his head back, and deliberately put his bleeding finger near his mouth.

The deep magnetic voice seductively said in his ear: "The blood has been flowing out, dripping on the ground, just help me, lamb, huh?"

With trembling hands, Ye Linyang slowly grabbed Mu Yanyu's wrist, lowered his eyes, lowered his head slowly, opened his small mouth, and caught/clutched the bleeding finger by accident.