Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Di Lan was confident and confident, without blushing at all, "Aren't you masturbating?"

Lynch endured it for a while, and said gently, "I don't masturbate in front of the mirror."

Di Lan: "That's because you're not handsome enough."

Lynch: "..."

"You have to be cautious in your words and deeds in the future," Lynch recalled Di Lan's speeches at the press conference several times, and hoped that the reborn male lead could get a good job and stop thinking about quitting the circle all day long, "especially It’s in front of reporters, try not to speak if you can’t speak, understand?”

Di Lan nodded, "I don't want to talk to them either."

"Okay, you remember, the persona packaged by the company is cool, you can have personality, but don't talk nonsense, nagging men are easy to remind people of aunts, understand?" Lynch Ruthless way.

Di Lan's face froze for a moment, "Then I'll let you..."

"No." Lynch said gently.

Di Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Auntie can't nag like you." Lynch smiled.

Di Lan: "..."

Let’s just be aunt, aunt has true feelings, aunt has true love, who says aunt is not good?He, Di Lan, wants to speak for Da Ma!

"Firefly" is a school drama with a time-travel theme, telling a series of stories of laughter and tears that happened when the 30-year-old heroine traveled back to high school.

The hero He Xiangyang played by Di Lan is divided into two stages, one is a teenager, and the other is a 30-year-old mature hero.

In his youth, He Xiangyang was extreme and stubborn, full of youthful thorns, very unruly, with relatively few lines, and he was set as a cool boy of few words.

The audition the day after tomorrow will be the part where He Xiangyang quarrels with his parents and runs away.

The script is in a realistic style, and the lines are very heart-warming.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Di Lan spoke lines with Lynch, saying 'Mom' to the left and 'Dad' to the right, and Lynch's face was numb.

But this does not affect Di Lan's performance in the slightest.

Di Lan's lines are just bugs, her magnetic voice is slightly lowered, and immediately becomes the hoarseness of a teenager who just passed the voice changer.

Lynch was still a little bit into the drama, "Mom and Dad, it's all for your own good!"

Big killer lines.

Detonate all the angry sparks of He Xiangyang.

He Xiangyang had thousands of words to say in his heart, but like all the painful and wronged moments, he forcibly held them all in his still thin chest, and finally reduced them to three words.

--"……I know."

Compromise and numbness are written in his tone.

After Lynch and Di Lan's confrontation, he was still a little disappointed. The male protagonist is the male protagonist, and the talent brought into the play is really God's full-scale.

Di Lan entered the play quickly, and also came out of the play quickly, looking at Lin Qi with loose eyes while scrolling through the script, and whispered: "Lynch."

Lynch slowly turned his face back, almost wanting to call Di Lan his son, he blinked before regaining consciousness, "What's the matter?" He was still immersed in the father-son relationship with Di Lan, and his tone was very gentle, even a little apologetic .

Di Lan looked at him softly, "Get out of the circle, I'm doing this for your own good."

Lynch: "...please go away."

On the day of the audition, all the reporters downstairs from Lynch had left. Di Lan even took off the helmet of "Mei X Takeaway" and put it in the back seat, saying that it would be in case of emergency.

Lynch didn't bother to talk to him, fearing that the conversation would be endless, so he handed Di Lan a bottle of water as soon as he got in the car, "Protect your throat."

Di Lan took the thermos cup, unscrewed the cup and smelled the faint fragrance inside, and a big swollen chrysanthemum floated on it. Di Lan's heart was full of tenderness, and her heart was as delicate as this big chrysanthemum. Spread out, softly said: "Thank you."

Lynch heaved a sigh of relief, thinking he could drive quietly all the way.

Di Lan hugged the thermos, happy in her heart, savoring the sweetness along the way, as quiet as a chicken.

The car parked in the agreed underground parking lot of the audition building, and Lynch said in a good mood, "Get out of the car."

"Yeah." Di Lan got out of the car with a thermos in one hand and a script in the other.

As soon as Lynch got out of the car and locked the car, he heard someone calling him from behind - "Lynch!"

The voice of calling floated back and forth in the empty parking lot, Lynch turned around, acquaintance.

Zhang Hu walked over with a smile on his face, and opened his arms all the way, wanting to give Lynch a hug like an eagle catching a chick.

Di Lan took a step forward, blocked Lynch directly, and looked down at Zhang Hu indifferently.

Zhang Hu's hairline has moved back recently, his head is a little bald, and he blushes a little at the sight of Di Lan, "Handsome guy, we meet again, can you introduce me?"

Lynch raised his hand and pushed Di Lan away, "Di Lan, I've just signed Zhang Hu, Qitian's manager." It was a brief introduction to the two of them.

Di Lan looked indifferent, and said to Lynch while holding a thermos cup: "Go up."

"Go up to the audition?" Zhang Hu preoccupied, "What a coincidence," looking back at Ye Feihong who just got out of the car, "Feihong, come here quickly, meet someone you know."

Lynch was surprised for a moment before regaining his composure.

The plot line has changed again.

But it's normal, it doesn't matter.

Ye Feihong saw Lynch when he was in the car, and he asked Zhang Hu to get out of the car first, and Zhang Hu got out of the car after talking to Lynch for a while.

For nothing else, this is called a psychological game.

Lynch's side should be the newcomer he signed. He is indeed handsome, but being handsome doesn't mean everything.

Ye Feihong stood still, slowly smiled kindly to Lin Qi in front of him, and said softly, "Long time no see."

Before Lynch could speak, Di Lan on the side had already coldly answered, "I don't miss you at all."

Ye Feihong pretended not to hear, and still looked at Lin Qi with a gentle smile.

Ye Feihong was born in a martial arts school. He also looks upright, with sharp facial features and clear eyebrows. Because he often plays ancient costumes, he is called a male god in ancient costumes. Fans call him "Ye Junzi" and praise him for being a gentleman. Smiling is like a spring breeze blowing on the face, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Lin Qi was unmoved by Ye Feihong's smile, "I thought we'd meet in court."

"The reconciliation has been negotiated, and I will pay the compensation that should be paid." Ye Feihong looked helpless, "Lin Qi, can you stop being so tense?"

"That's liquidated damages," Lynch said to Di Lan, "Let's go."

Di Lan wanted to leave a long time ago, and immediately turned around following Lynch upon hearing this.

"Lynch," Ye Feihong raised his voice towards Lynch's back, "You still drive the car I gave you, don't you really consider me a friend?"

Di Lan paused.

Lynch stopped when he heard his footsteps, and stopped, looking back at Di Lan.

Di Lan asked with a complicated expression, "He gave you that car?"

Lynch said, "Is there a problem?"

Di Lan: "Yes."

Lynch: "What's the problem?"

Di Lan: "It smells like a dog."

Lynch: "..."

"Hurry up," Lynch pursed his lips, "Director Guo hates being late the most."

Di Lan raised his footsteps and followed Lynch, walking forward side by side with Lynch. He remembered the gift he gave Lynch after he got the pay - a watch.

He had a good idea. It would be nice to have something like a watch that never leaves your body.

Unexpectedly, Lynch didn't like to wear a watch, and felt it was inconvenient, so he put it away and never wore it once.

The fucking old dog Ye Feihong was so cunning and cunning that Lynch drove the car every day, why didn't he think of it? !

"Lynch," Di Lan leaned over, slightly bent down, "I'll buy you a new car."

Lynch turned his head and glanced at him, "Are you rich?"

He remembered that Di Lan's world was set to be an orphan.

Di Lan nodded, "I have money."

Lynch wondered when he would turn it on again, and said casually, "If you have money, buy a suite for yourself. It's more convenient to have your own house."

Di Lan said, "It's very convenient for me to live with you."

Lynch smiled slightly, "It's convenient for you, but not for me."

Ye Feihong watched the two talk and walked away, feeling very uncomfortable. He really liked Lynch as his manager, but Chuanliu's pool was too small. Why was Lynch so stubborn and refused to talk to him? How about he come to Qitian together?

"Handsome?" Zhang Hu said, "He's really handsome. With this face, he's the public enemy of the entertainment industry when he debuted. We have to kill him in the cradle!"

Ye Feihong glanced at Zhang Hu cryptically, what kind of guy is this next to him now, it's really embarrassing.

There were a lot of people who came to audition, most of them were not very popular or newcomers, because "Firefly" was a low-budget movie, so it naturally didn't attract many celebrities.

There were two riots in the audition crowd.

One time, Di Lan appeared—so handsome, so handsome, there is never a shortage of handsome guys in the circle, but he is so handsome that he is really top-notch.

Many people have backed down. As long as the director and producer are not blind, won't this good looks take the character to death?

The second time was Ye Feihong's appearance - the latest topical character, a popular niche, the most famous man in the crowd.

Many people couldn't help but cast their eyes back and forth at Lynch who was beside Ye Feihong and Di Lan. This is the center of the topic recently. Today is Lynch, the big manager's "new love" and "old love". So fucking interesting!

Many people quietly began to take pictures of Lynch with their mobile phones, sharing gossip with people in the circle.

Di Lan got annoyed, and stood up with the script. Today, he was wearing a white T-shirt and a khaki long-sleeved shirt jacket. He stood in front of Lynch, steadied himself, and said, "Whoa!" Pulling off the jacket suddenly, it was clearly blocked by Lynch.

Lynch: "..."

People who eat melons: "..." She looks so good-looking, but she has a problem with her brain.

"What are you doing?" Lynch pushed Di Lan in front of him, "Sit down."

Di Lan didn't move, "I'm exercising."

Lynch covered his face with one hand and held his forehead, "If you don't sit still, you can walk back by yourself later."

Di Lan: "Okay, I don't want to ride in a car bought by a dog."

Lynch: "..."

Di Lan: "Don't sit still, I'll take you by taxi."

Lynch: "..." Don't take a taxi, hit someone instead.

Ye Feihong was sitting in the corridor diagonally across from Di Lan and Lynch. The script in his hand was just obtained yesterday. He read it in the middle of the night. Know what the result is when you scrape it out.

Zhang Hu tried his best to persuade him to cut off the beard.

In fact, he didn't really want to do this kind of thing, he came...mainly to see the newcomers brought by Lynch.

The unbelievably good-looking boy strode his horse and pulled his coat, looking like a perverted uncle, so unscrupulous and very ugly doing a thing that doesn't make much sense at all.

Is this a vase with an empty head that Lynch takes a fancy to?

Ye Feihong lowered his eyes and sighed for Lynch's choice.

"Di Lan, are you there?" the assistant director came out and called.

"Here!" Di Lan raised her hand, and Lynch behind her also stood up.

"Come in." The assistant director waved and turned back into the audition room.

Di Lan turned his head, Lynch took a deep breath, he felt a little nervous for no reason, "Don't be nervous, relax, you are very talented, Director Guo will definitely take a fancy to you."

"I'm not nervous," Di Lan said with a serious face, "Be careful, there are dogs here."

Lynch patted his arm wordlessly, and pointed to the audition room.

"Don't talk to the dog." Di Lan confessed worriedly.

Lynch: "... Hurry in!"

He raised his voice a bit. Ye Feihong heard the voice and looked over. Lin Qi's face, which was always gentle like a mask, was a little red, as if he was angry, but the boy in front of him was smiling, showing eight teeth, very Sunshine turned his face to meet Ye Feihong's gaze. Ye Feihong was about to give a polite smile, but Di Lan's face turned cold for a moment, his lips curled into a sarcasm, and a disdainful white eye rolled out.

Ye Feihong: "..." Is this... provoking him?