[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

"Disgusting!" He Rou threw down the phone angrily, and there was no trace of original tenderness on the face tainted by anger.

The manager frowned and asked, "Luo Huanzhou really likes men?"

"How do I know? He hangs out with that Huo Zhini every day, I feel something is wrong, but who knows that they are really gay?" It was so disgusting that I wanted to go back to the past and scold myself to wake up.

"Now Weibo is turning around to scold you," said the agent, "but there are also many people scolding Huo Zhi and Luo Huanzhou for being disgusting. The comments are not one-sided, and the team can help you brush it back if you buy some trolls." .”

"I know, I just can't get enough of it!"

He Rou used to be full of plans, and took advantage of the popularity of Luohuanzhou to get her promoted. Her current position is very embarrassing, stuck between the first and second tiers, but everyone knows that actors are only divided into first and eighteenth tiers. She worked so hard to climb up for the sake of being popular, Luohuanzhou was her best choice, who knew that an accident would happen at this juncture! ?

"Luo Huanzhou's vitality is seriously hurt now," the manager comforted, "If you can't get angry, you will have many more opportunities to mess with him in the future. Now we should wait and see what happens and let things fade away."

He Rou pondered for a while, then nodded.

Because of this accident, the recording of the variety show was paused. Huo Zhi and Luo Huanzhou returned to the city together. Zhicai finally asked, "Do you want to chat?"

Luo Huanzhou dragged his luggage into the room, and closed the door without saying a word.

Huo Zhi smiled helplessly.

Luo Huanzhou heard the silence outside, he slowed down his breathing, and stood there motionless, until there was a low and crisp sound of closing the door, he knew that Huo Zhi had left.

Gone, gone, probably won't come back again, Luo Huanzhou thought faintly, the thunderous heartbeat in his ear was slowly becoming flat, he thought about countless possibilities, Huo Zhi would feel that he When he is sick, he will feel disgusted and inexplicable. Sometimes even he feels that he is abnormal, as if his soul is always in a state of splitting. Obviously what he thinks in his heart is not rejection or slander, but when it comes to his mouth, the words will be ugly and missed no reason.He doesn't care about others' alienation from him, but Huo Zhi's hurt eyes always hurt him, obviously what he wants to express is not that kind of meaning, but the things he does will only make people misunderstand his indifference.

Maybe he was born like this, destined not to be understood.

Suddenly, there was another sound of opening the door, interrupting Luo Huanzhou's chaotic thoughts.

He held his breath, and there was a sound of footsteps from far to near, as if he was walking towards him step by step, and finally knocked on his door.

"Can I come in?" It was Huo Zhi's voice.

Luo Huanzhou took a deep breath, got up and opened the door, and asked coldly, "What are you doing back here?"

Huo Zhi lifted the milk tea in his hand, shook it with a smile, "Go shopping so I can bribe you to chat with me."

This cup of familiar milk tea made the coldness on Luo Huanzhou's face finally crack, and the memory seemed to return to that dance room, that clear negotiation, and it was the first time he realized that he didn't know Huo Zhi. What are you thinking.

"...how many times have I been told, I don't eat this junk food."

Luo Huanzhou finished speaking softly, then took the cup of milk tea, turned sideways to make room, just enough for Huo Zhi to go in alone.

The corners of Huo Zhi's mouth curved up indistinctly, and he walked into Luo Huanzhou's room.

"I bought sugar-free this time."

"I wouldn't drink it without sugar."

Huo Zhi said, "But you drank it last time."

"how do you know?"

Huo Zhi looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

Only then did Luo Huanzhou come to his senses, frowned and clicked his tongue lowly, then casually inserted the straw into the milk tea, bowed his head and took a sip.

Even without sugar, it's still sweet.

"Are you feeling better?" Huo Zhi asked.

Luo Huanzhou didn't raise his head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's okay."

"Can you talk to me then?"

"Ah."

"I read today's Weibo."

Luo Huanzhou's tense body miraculously relaxed when he heard these words, as if something that had been uncertain had finally been confirmed, and what he got was not fear but relief.

"so what?"

"Thank you for your liking. Let me know that there were still people who believed in me at that time."

Luo Huanzhou turned his face away bluntly, "Don't be sentimental."

Huo Zhi didn't pay attention to his words, but continued to ask, "Now, do you still believe me?"

Believe, the word is really heavy.

Huo Zhi asked this because he saw Luo Huanzhou's sincere trust in him. Even in the end, he didn't use the word 'disappointed' to end this relationship, he just said, 'I'm leaving'.

Leaving, and no longer trusting, are two different meanings.

Luo Huanzhou seemed to be stopped by the question, and did not answer for a long time.

And Huo Zhi already had the answer, he said, "I know."

"What do you know?" Luo Huanzhou laughed absurdly, "You said, how can I trust you? How much of those things are true?"

"Only the photos are real."

"Of course the pictures are true, and those things are true."

Huo Zhi interrupted heavily, "No, those are all fake."

Luo Huanzhou didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Would you like to hear this story? I'll only ask this once, and if you don't want to hear it, I won't ask again in the future."

Luo Huanzhou subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he vaguely understood that if he missed this time, he would also miss Huo Zhi's life.

So he nodded slowly, with difficulty.

The memory in my mind is about the original body, and also belongs to the current Huo Zhi.

In the first 20 years, his life was as simple and meaningful as all ordinary people. He liked to write songs, but he was not keen on expressing himself. Stepped into this big dye vat, and never got out of it again.

At that time, the entertainment industry was the era when records were rampant, so he had his first album, which was also the beginning of his name being known to everyone.

Perhaps because of the right time, place and people, his popularity brought not only a steady stream of money and fans, but also the envy and jealousy of his peers.At that time, he only knew how to put all his thoughts on his work, and he almost didn't hear what was going on outside the window.So some unwarranted black material began to appear on the Internet along with his name, and it wasn't until his agent put those slanderous and insulting remarks before his eyes that he really realized that he was being targeted by this circle.

Maybe it's one person, maybe it's many people, his superior position blocked the way of too many people, so he deserved to suffer all this.This sentence was told by Jiang Ruiqin - he is his boss, an old fox who only cares about profit and always smiles, this man hinted to him that if he wants to continue in this circle, he needs a backer, and this backer can It's him.

Jiang Ruiqin offered to take care of him, but he rejected it on the spot. It seems that since then, the road under his feet has become more and more difficult. The contract that was negotiated at the beginning suddenly disappeared, and the magazine shooting was abruptly reduced. To set it off, during the interview, the host asked more and more sharp questions, and there were more and more inexplicable black material-walking with friends was said to be dating lovers. It's bad family relations and misbehavior.All kinds of irresponsible remarks crushed him little by little, until that day, when he was forced to accompany the drink at the company party, he woke up and found himself lying naked on the big hotel bed. The headlines were his 'nurturing relationship' with Jiang Ruiqin.

Obviously nothing happened, obviously he was drunk and unconscious, but a deliberately posed photo and a few ambiguous remarks became the last straw that crushed him.

The photos are real, but those things are all fake.

It's just that no one will listen to his defense again.

Some people's success will only make people feel admirable and out of reach, while others' success will only be envied and framed by others. He is the latter, because he is far from being strong enough, strong enough to survive in this intricate world. Protect himself in the circle, so he can only leave in a mess.