[Entertainment circle] What's the use of laying fat eggs

After the awards ceremony ended in a trance, after the members returned to the hotel, Jiang Mingche had a very strange dream.

It seems to be at this awards ceremony, but the only difference is that there are only seven people standing on the stage to accept the honor, while he quietly hides in the corner, looking tenderly at the shining former brothers on the stage.

As a well-known music producer in the industry, he was invited to attend, but he did not participate in the red carpet. Whether to attend, in fact, he struggled for a long time before receiving the invitation, but in the end it was the secret in his heart, which he suppressed for a long time His longing prevailed, making him grit his teeth and make this decision.

He didn't want to be too high-profile, and he just wanted to take a look at it from a distance when he came here.His brothers in the past are now radiant and promising, in comparison, his half-crippled body will only feel pale in comparison.

He is thin-skinned, hypocritical and has a self-esteem disease. He would rather never meet them again in this life, but he just hopes that in the hearts of his cherished brothers, his image has always been gentle and brilliant, not the current one. Already unrecognizable walking dead.

He couldn't bear to leave his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave all these faces in his bone marrow. He waited until the steady and mature captain on the stage finally delivered his acceptance speech, and when the members came off the stage with smiles and high spirits, he reluctantly She withdrew her gaze.

But I don't know, Mr. Captain who just stepped off the stage seemed to be aware of it, and glanced keenly in his direction. When he walked backstage, he still didn't forget to poke the members around him, and said in a low voice: "Why do I always feel that just now? Someone has been watching me..."

At this moment, the relatives beside him were still fiddling with the award letter with BTS on their faces, and replied casually: "You are already standing on the stage, who else can you look at?"

He thought so, and quickly put the matter behind him, glanced at the award letter in the hands of his relatives, and couldn't help but get excited again.

"We will be billboard singers in the future hahaha!"

"I don't know if there will be reports in China?"

Jin Nanjun asked expectantly and anxiously, thinking about all the secret oppression hidden in the dark that they have encountered recently, he just finished speaking, and before waiting for Zheng Haoxi's reply, he sighed, shook his head and said: "I guess it's a bit hanging, even if there is, I'm afraid it won't be too much."

Zheng Haoxi hummed and did not speak again. It was about the same as they had expected. The media that reported this incident was indeed much less than expected. The hot search list of a certain portal website starting with N was not to mention that Billboard won an award, and even BTS There is no group name.

With such big news, BTS being able to win an award at such an influential world-class awards ceremony should have been a great event worthy of celebration, but unexpectedly, there was no splash on the domestic website. No, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no interference from some forces behind it.

Some sunspots even took this opportunity to say sourly:

"Who knows if this billboard was bought? After all, you are addicted to buying prizes secretly, and your business should be very rich kkkk"

"Wow, it's all shady on Billboard? Best Social Artist? Tsk, isn't this the Pheasant Award? It's embarrassing to brag about it? Sure enough, I haven't seen it before."

"Don't brag about the billboard all day long, and win a mama award if you have the ability?"

Jiang Mingche only saw this after returning to the hotel. Although for some reason, he was unwilling to take the initiative to receive most of the information on the Internet, he still registered a Twitter account for the convenience of work communication. Used to sign up for some work-related tweets, and he never logs in unless necessary.

He was just going to retweet Billboard's official tweet to help spread the heat as usual, and then he clicked on the tweet that BTS won the best social artist, and accidentally saw similar comments.

He thought about it, and finally retweeted that tweet with this account, the content was very simple, just one sentence: They deserve it, they deserve it.

Because his account belongs to a well-known music label, although he has never shown his face, he has accumulated a small group of fans because of the high quality of his works.

Usually, he seldom does business, and almost half of his tweets are work-related. Fans don’t even know whether he is a man or a woman. Everyone is curious.Although they are not very familiar with this BTS, most of the fans still help retweet it in a face-saving way, which adds a small wave of popularity to BTS.

"This Mr. Aaron is a music producer belonging to the xx label. He has written many famous songs. The song with the best score has reached Hot [-]. You have heard of it before. It is called "Balter". No matter what, we can have the other party help forward it, which is only good for us and not bad for us."

Min Yoongi nodded, but his eyes still fell on Mr. Aaron's Twitter avatar. For some reason, he always felt strange in his heart. This feeling came out of nowhere, but he couldn't explain why. He sighed softly, Don't let yourself continue to think blindly, said:

"Usually we are often questioned, just get used to it. Besides, the award has already been obtained, no matter how much those people question and smear, it seems to have no effect on us."

Dahei is planning to hold a small press appreciation meeting after the members return to China for a short rest, answering questions from reporters, and at the same time giving an extremely formal and honorable meeting to the honored returning billboard singers.

As for the sour words on the Internet, the legal department of the company recruited a lot of industry elites after the child left. You always have to pay for your actions.

On the other side of the ocean, Los Angeles, USA.

Jiang Mingche came out of the studio with a USB flash drive in his hand, and happened to bump into his colleague, who waved at him in a friendly way, as if thinking of something, and suddenly said: "Aaron, do you know That BTS?"

Jiang Mingche paused, then hummed inaudibly, "What's wrong?"

I have long been used to his quiet personality, and my colleagues didn't care, "I just saw that they seemed to pay attention to you, do you want to go back and close one?"

Jiang Mingche couldn't help being stunned, and hurriedly said thank you to him, took out his phone and glanced at it, but he didn't dare to press the follow button anyway.He let out a long sigh, but he didn't say anything after all. He put the phone back into his trouser pocket, returned to the studio, and started busy work again, not letting those messy thoughts affect his mind.

This was probably the first and only direct contact between them in so many years.

He tried his best to enrich himself and wanted to become a better version of himself, so that when we meet again, his brothers can be proud of him. After graduation, he will return to Korea. If he can return to Dahei as a music producer, it will be natural It couldn't be better, but if it doesn't work, find a chance to visit them again, and report that they are safe.

It's just a pity that this wish will never come true again.

United States, Las Vegas.

Jiang Mingche suddenly opened his eyes. The long-lost dream of his previous life made him sweat unintentionally. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath. He lost his sleepiness. He simply lifted the quilt and got up, took a change of clothes into the bathroom, and took a shower. Take a bath to calm down your emotions slowly.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and recalled the previous dream again, and his mood was somewhat calmer.He didn't know why he suddenly dreamed about the past again. In fact, he couldn't remember many things clearly, so that when he dreamed about these things, his first reaction was strange.But those are all things in the past after all, he has already let go of his knots, and it is not good for him to continue to indulge in memories.

"Hey, it's easy to get hungry after thinking about it for a long time."

Jiang Mingche let out a long sigh, and looked down at the time displayed on his phone. It was already five o'clock in the morning. Considering that he was going to fly back to China soon, there must be many fans and media at the airport, fearing that eating too much at night would affect his appearance. He didn't even think about eating in the middle of the night at first.

But in the end, the little stomach that sang empty city tricks took the lead. After holding back for a long time, he still couldn't hold back and ran to boil a pot of hot water, made himself a small cup of instant noodles, and barely filled his stomach.

But after all, they are all people who can eat 91 won at the graduation ceremony of Youngnae's high school. It's just a small cup of instant noodles. It's unavoidable. It's the same if you want to lose weight after eating. The big deal is that when you leave the airport, you will be fully armed with sunglasses and masks. , Thinking of this, he silently took out a second cup, almost in the blink of an eye, and soon bottomed out.

If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three.Jiang Mingche felt that it was not enough, he was not in a good mood, he was hungry, and there were no brothers watching him, he couldn't sleep for a while, and he let himself go, thinking that anyway, he didn't gain much meat, and he ate too much at night Apart from facial edema, these people have no other problems, so they can simply eat to their fullest.

So, after silently finishing the third bowl of cup noodles, he stretched his claws down the fourth cup, and finally finished all the five bowls of cup noodles in the room before he was satisfied.

Of course he would not follow the example of a certain person surnamed Tian, ​​who secretly ate in the middle of the night and took pictures to leave evidence and uploaded it to Twitter. Sitting on the bed bored and started surfing the Internet.

It’s almost the same as in the previous life, the portal website that starts with N still doesn’t have any keywords for BTS winners of the billboard awards, as if they were trying to cover up something intentionally, and the hot search list is full of irrelevant content.Jiang Mingche sneered, not bothering to deal with these guys who have been pretending to be deaf and dumb and deceiving themselves until now, turned around and opened another forum, and there were indeed many related posts in it.

Except for some who seemed uneasy and well-intentioned, most of the content this time was relatively gentle. He took a quick look at the fans' messages, and his mood became a lot happier. He didn't speak anymore, and turned off his phone , Lie back on the bed again, and while there was still some time, fell asleep again.

At noon the next day, Jiang Mingche was woken up by something inexplicable.

A hand kept pinching his cheek. Jiang Mingche subconsciously wanted to slap it away, but it was still useless. Finally, under the persistent harassment of the other party, he was forced to open his eyes, and happened to meet a pair of wet cheeks. bunny eyes.

The other party looked at him with a smile, but pointed his finger at the empty table, and asked softly:

"Cheche, did you eat those five cups of instant noodles in the room?"

Seeing Jiang Mingche shaking his head, he still didn't give up, and asked again:

"Then can you tell me, where did the five cups of instant noodles go?"

Jiang Mingche answered solemnly:

"Emmm...maybe it's in the second different dimension?"