Doggy players have no desire to survive

At the end of each year, not only various business companies and the entertainment industry are busy, but also e-sports players. Not only are there large and small commercial endorsements to be filmed near Christmas and New Year's Day, but also the promotional video for the Asian Invitational Tournament.

Together, Zhao Huachao and Chen Meiyi decided to set aside a whole day for them.

At six o'clock in the morning, a group of four people got up amidst the loud alarm bells like wandering spirits. They deeply understood what it means to get up an hour early is an unbearable pain in life. They were all listless while eating breakfast.

"What were you doing last night?" Chen Meiyi looked at them vigilantly, "It's only an hour early, so sleepy, don't let me know that you guys stayed up in the middle of the night and ran out of business—a small team was just exposed a few days ago Captain sleeping powder."

Shen Yao choked on the soy milk, and Yan Xiyue looked at Chen Meiyi with confused eyes, which were purer than a newborn baby.

"Sleeping fan? Is it possible?" Su Luo yawned, and patted Shen Yao's back, "Let me go to sleeping fan, the one who suffers is not the fan, it's me, okay?"

"I think so too." Chen Meiyi quite agrees with the good sister's nonsense.

Zhou Zheng also reached out his hand to help Shen Yao, and bumped into Su Luo's hand.

Su Luo was glanced at by him, and immediately became sober, she withdrew her Qianqianyu hand and made a "please" gesture, "I'm sorry, I'm taking the captain's job, come on."

Captain Zhou was very satisfied.

Not only did he pat Shen Yao's back to calm him down, but he also pressed his hand on Shen Yao's back for a while longer. Shen Yao's scalp exploded, and a tingling and numb feeling spread from the part where Zhou Zheng was in contact with his body, and he quickly put him to sleep. throw off.

Zhou Zheng slowly withdrew his hand, looking at his expression, he was actually a bit regretful.

Su Luo took a hard bite of the fritters.

In this world, why do handsome guys sell themselves internally?

Will you give the girls a way to survive? !

After breakfast, a group of older internet-addicted youths succeeded in renewing their lives. Manager Chen sent them into the car one by one like a Buddha. Chen Meiyi was the last to get in the car and sat in the co-pilot, letting the driver drive.

"Isn't the coach coming?" Shen Yao asked suspiciously.

"No, Lao Zhao doesn't like commercial activities very much." Chen Meiyi said, "Every time I hear that training time will be taken up to shoot this and that, I frown so much that I can kill flies."

The official promotional video must have priority over the advertising endorsement. EG's driver sent them to the studio for filming. Among the four teams representing mainland China, only EG and Fly are in Shanghai, facing each other across the Huangpu River.

When they arrived, Fly hadn't come yet, and Zhou Zheng sat down on a chair under the gesture of the makeup artist lady, and couldn't help but yawned, "Fang Yuanyuan can't do it, it's so late."

"Are you qualified to say it?" Shen Yao suppressed his drowsiness. The most comfortable moment was when the makeup artist asked him to close his eyes and apply mask cream. "When Manager Chen asked me to call you, can you explain to me the fragments of the alarm clock on the floor?"

"Accidents, it's all accidents. The alarm clock vibrated so hard that it knocked itself to the ground." Zhou Zheng laughed and gave Shen Yao a wink, trying to pass the test cutely.

Shen Yao chuckled, and said in his heart that I believe you are a big-headed ghost.

When Zhou Zhengyi didn't touch the mouse and keyboard with both hands, he didn't seem to be able to relax at all. He wanted to use eyeliner to put a mole on the corner of his eye, but was stopped by the make-up artist crying.

"I think it looks pretty, miss, don't you want to try it?" Zhou Zheng raised his hands above his head, indicating that he would not move around, and let the makeup artist pat his face with loose powder to set the makeup with his neck up.

The makeup artist lady praised him expressionlessly: "There is no need to try it anymore, Zhou God, you look so good that there is no heaven and earth, and you are so good-looking that I want to kneel."

Zhou Zheng played with the brush used to draw eyebrows with his fingertips, and said casually: "How can it be underground? Miss sister, turn around and look at the little brother behind you. Does he look good?"

Shen Yao was sitting on the side waiting to wash off the mask. He looked at his ghostly face covered in black seaweed mud mask in the glasses, and sneered, "Your aesthetic must be an apple kissed by God, and God, the old man seems like I especially like your fragrance."

"What do you mean? Fragrance?" Zhou Zheng's first reaction was to judge others by himself, "Mocking at my perfume today? Don't forget that the perfume you use is the same as mine."

"No." Shen Yao pressed a few times blindly, "It means that God kissed you a few more times."

God-kissed apple?Or a few more kisses?

Zhou Zheng was taken aback for a moment, but was immediately elated.

Doesn't this mean that I am God's chosen child?

This is complimenting me!

Shen Yao looked at the little flowers floating around Zhou Zheng's head, and felt a little guilty in his heart. He was embarrassed to tell him that he was praising his aesthetic flaws, and the flaws were relatively serious.

Su Luo, who was also wearing a mask, came over and asked softly with a smile: "Hey, does your conscience hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Yao duplicity, "It's even flattering."

The advertising endorsement in the afternoon was in another studio, and the time was a bit tight, and the few people only had time to eat bread with ham sausage in the car.

The studio Mr. Zhou found is definitely top-notch in terms of professionalism, but unfortunately some staff members are not very pleasant.

The make-up artist and the photographer are old partners. The male make-up artist is dressed in pink, his hair is dyed auburn, and his hair is hot with tinfoil. When he sees Zhou Zheng, he winks at him.

With him as a comparison, the photographer's cockscomb head looks much more normal.

"Don't get too close to that makeup artist."

Shen Yao was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by Zhou Zheng who was walking on the left, he turned his head to look, Zhou Zheng got closer, leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'm sure she's gay at first glance."

Shen Yao's left ear was wrapped by Zhou Zheng's hot breath, he raised his hand to cover his ear, his throat felt dry for a while, and for the first time in his life, he questioned his self-control.

For a moment, he actually wanted to grab Zhou Zheng's collar and kiss him regardless.

"How do you know?" Shen Yao pretended to be calm.

"A man's sixth sense." Zhou Zheng said jokingly, stretched out his hand to gently wipe Shen Yao's earlobe, and explained before Shen Yao's hair blew up, "Hair is messed up."

Shen Yao: "..."

Okay, you are the boss, you can do what you say.

After the makeup was done, the four of them changed into swimsuits with pink faces on their faces, and wandered around in long coats, waiting for the beach scene to be set up there.

Fortunately, the heater in the studio is fully turned on, and it is not cold in bikinis and swimming trunks, but the poor staff are all sweating profusely.

"Did you see that handsome fair guy over there?" The make-up artist raised her fingers and nudged the photographer with her elbow. Looking at Shen Yao from the corner of her eyes, she looked from her shoulders to her legs, and turned her eyes around her buttocks .

"Which one do you say?" The photographer set up the camera and looked in the direction he pointed, "There are two."

Shen Yao had his back to them. He had never shot commercials before, and was being dragged by the staff to explain some precautions. Zhou was sitting cross-legged on the sofa next to him playing with his mobile phone, occasionally interjecting a few words.

"It's the one who looks pretty and looks like a college student." The makeup artist whispered to the photographer, "Recently Weibo uploads went crazy, saying that he likes men, and the netizens who first revealed this were all banned. The anchor who said that homosexuality is disgusting in the live broadcast room, who seems to be called "Big Pineapple", was directly kicked out by the platform, and a former professional player was also kicked out. Now no one dares to sign with the two of them... "

"Oh." The photographer didn't pay much attention to these gossips, and responded perfunctorily, "Why are you talking about this?"

"Oh, you have a bad memory. Last time, there was a big boss surnamed Lin who asked us to take a look. Did you introduce this style to him? I think this Shen Yao is quite suitable for him."

The photographer was surprised: "Isn't that Boss Lin married? He's still full of flesh. Does he want an old cow to eat young grass?"

"Damn it, what do you straight guys know?" The makeup artist pushed him, "This is the pursuit of love!"

The two thought that their voices were not loud, but the ears of professional players were sharper than the other.

Shen Yao's face was slumped, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I look very gay?"

"It's the intuition of the same kind." Zhou Zheng was furious when he heard it. He asked Shen Yao to listen carefully to the precautions for shooting, threw the phone on the sofa casually, and walked over wobbly.

Seeing him coming, the two quickly shut up.

"Who did you say likes men just now?" Zhou Zheng looked at them with a smile.

"Zhou Shen..." The make-up artist shivered suddenly, and hurried himself like a little white rabbit being targeted by a hungry wolf, "That one over there... seems to be a handsome guy named Shen... Don't you know? Don't you?" Is it a team?"

"I know." Zhou Zheng was still smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked down at the makeup artist's snow-white face, and lowered his voice so that only two people could hear, "What a coincidence, I also I like men...so you think he might let a high-quality gay like me go and meet the big boss Lin?"

The photographer said weakly: "But Boss Lin is very rich..."

"Well, he's very rich." Zhou Zheng smiled, "Okay, tell me what his name is and what he does. Dad will call him bankrupt tonight."

The two dared not speak.

Zhou Shen had done enough of pretending, and he was ready to start filming over there.

Chen Meiyi beckoned Zhou Zheng to go back, Zhou Zheng walked a few steps back, and heard the make-up artist whispering behind her: "Bah! Isn't he just a gamer? Pretending to be like..."

"Son, don't make trouble, be good, Dad won't play games when he gets angry..." Zhou Zheng turned his head and smiled at him, the air-conditioning swished from the inside out, and he said word by word, "I, fight, people."

The make-up artist was completely dumbfounded.

The filming took place intermittently throughout the afternoon. The director is well versed in today's cultural trends, and he did not hesitate to sell the rot. There are many tricks and tricks emerging one after another. Shen Yao kept hiding until everyone else finished filming, and the director held his head and walked to the camera. .

The director directed Shen Yao to sit on the edge of the boat, leaning back slightly, with one leg bent and the other hanging down naturally; Zhou Zheng was squatting beside him, wearing a thin short-sleeved white shirt, with his arms open, slouching Holding a lollipop.

"Relax, you are very photogenic." Zhou Zheng patted Shen Yao's stiff shoulder, "You don't look like someone who is afraid of the camera... If you are really nervous, just look at me, I'm better than the camera. "

Shen Yao let out a "hmm", and rubbed the props nervously with his slender and fair fingers.

The fishing boat is made of wood, and the mottled traces are very realistic. It seems that it has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years before it fades. The fluorescent lamp is a faint warm yellow, which is very similar to the real sunlight. Blow on one side to create a sea breeze effect.

In a daze, Shen Yao felt as if he and Zhou were really having a wind blowing at the beach, he couldn't help but look sideways at Zhou Zheng, who happened to be looking at him too, their eyes collided in the air, and they were both taken aback for a moment.

Sunshine, sand, sea breeze... It seems that something is missing.

Zhou Zheng looked at Shen Yao without blinking, and unconsciously moved closer, vaguely remembering what was missing.

"Yes! That's the expression! It feels so good!" The director suddenly broke the atmosphere.

Shen Yao seemed to be stabbed by a needle in a dream, and suddenly woke up, jumped off the side of the boat, and walked towards the photographer as naturally as possible, saying that he wanted to see the photos.

"The young man is very talented, and the camera sense is awesome! It is completely impossible to tell that this is the first time to shoot!" The director patted Shen Yao on the shoulder and praised him vigorously. He had the idea of ​​poaching, "Stop playing games, follow me to the showbiz Get mixed up!"

"Farewell, director." Chen Meiyi appeared like a ghost, and said before Shen Qiangjiao could speak, "This young man is more talented in e-sports."

Zhou Zheng, who was stuck in place, lowered his head and touched his lips.

There is one less kiss here.

After the filming ended, several people were almost exhausted. They changed their clothes, removed their white/pink/lip/red faces, and left the studio.

Shen Yao habitually walked last, looked at the back of Zhou Zheng's head and asked, "Both 'Big Pineapple' and Team...Team Cai were dismissed by the live broadcast platform?"

"Unprovoked slander, personal attack, if I think about it, I can send a lawyer's letter to warn them, and it's already a great way to give them face by letting them be wild anchors with gift money." Zhou Zheng slowed down, walking side by side with Shen Yu, "The messy public relations side is suppressed. You just play games. You can't be ignorant of these things, but don't know too much, or your impetuous mind will affect your state."

"En." Shen Yao lowered his eyelashes, feeling a little complicated, "...Thank you."

In the past two days, he has often been called from numbers he does not recognize. Zhou Zheng checked and found that they were all Beijing numbers, so he blocked them all.

Shen Yao is used to being the protector, and it was the first time that he was so strictly protected by others.

"Thank you?" Zhou Zheng smiled.

Naturally, he didn't know what Shen Yao was thinking, but he just raised his hand and patted the top of his hair lightly.