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

Beijing, China, Capital International Airport.

Jiang Mingche walked in the front with a bag on his back. He didn't wear sunglasses, and he was dressed in an ordinary way. Except for his overly conspicuous face, he looked no different from ordinary tourists.

I thought it was the same as in my previous life, this time I came to the Beijing Platter Concert, there would be no fans who came to pick me up from the airport. After all, compared with other performers, BTS is not very popular now. Black Pao is not a mainstream music in China. Orientation, even with a green card like him, I'm afraid he can attract very few fans.

Unexpectedly, several screams that he tried hard to suppress broke his cranky thoughts. Jiang Mingche looked up subconsciously, and happened to see about a dozen little girls scattered not far away, holding cards with the names of BTS members written on them. The aid is standing on tiptoe and looking around.

Jiang Mingche walked in the front, his face was really eye-catching, and his height had risen a lot recently, it was almost possible to spot his presence at a glance.The fans froze for a moment, then couldn't hold back their cheers, rushed up in a moment of excitement, surrounded him in the middle, and chattered something in familiar Chinese:

"Mingche! Mingche! Welcome home!"

Jiang Mingche smiled and said thank you, as if he had not seen friends for a long time, and greeted these fans: "Are you all from Beijing?"

The little girls nodded: "Yes, I came here specially to pick you up today! Where are the other brothers?"

Jiang Mingche pointed behind him: "It's still behind, it should come out in a while."

He came out earlier, and he didn't expect fans to pick him up at the airport. There were actually no staff around him at this moment.The fans are very close to him, almost the distance to count how many eyelashes he has by looking up his head.

Jiang Mingche didn't wear any makeup today, but only wore a baseball cap on his head. There was almost no blemish on his face, his complexion was fair and delicate, his eyelashes were as long and dense as a feather fan, and his peach blossom eyes were the most affectionate. One glance, and it's hard not to fall under his spell.

"Mingche, you look so handsome."

Jiang Mingche was stunned for a moment. He was thin-skinned, and he was really not very good at facing such straightforward compliments. His fair cheeks were dyed a thin layer of red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he nodded shyly: "Thank you."

His shy appearance is really cute. Fans are excited inside, and they don’t want to show it too obviously, so as not to scare him, so they have to work hard to endure and cheer him up: "BTS is great! You will succeed, we will Keep supporting you!"

Jiang Mingche felt warm in his heart. Infected by them, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smiled: "Thank you, we will open a Chinese social networking site as soon as possible, thank you all, thank you ARMYs."

The fans wanted to say something more, but the staff and other members came out together.Since they still needed to go back to the hotel to rest, the fans only said a few cheers to them in Chinese and Korean, followed them all the way to the nanny car prepared by the organizer, and watched them get in the car and go away.

"Why does Jiang Mingche look better in real life than in photos!"

As soon as the members walked away, the fans could no longer hold back their excitement and screamed.

"Did you take a picture just now? Go back and post it quickly! He is good-looking and has a gentle attitude. The most important thing is that he is Chinese. Treasure Boy must give me fire!"

Unable to hide the crazily raised corners of her mouth, she flipped through the photos she had just taken on her phone. Even if it was a very short death distance, it did not damage the beauty of the owner of the photo at all. On the contrary, it completely magnified the advantages of his facial features.

The little girl clutched her chest, blushed and sighed to the little sister beside her:

"What should I do? I feel like I got a fairy!"

Almost impatiently, she clicked on Weibo and uploaded these photos from the airport pick-up.

"Brother looks better in real life than in photos countless times! Rubbish mobile phone pixels can't bear my brother's beauty! Su Yan is really amazing! I am hooked by beauty! Come and see our fairy brother! Don't Frightened by the group name, bulletproof fires me!!"

In a certain hotel at this time, Jiang Mingche was chatting with his agent about social networking sites.

Dahei has always had the ambition to enter the Chinese market. For some well-known reasons, the social networking sites they usually use cannot be logged in in China. In order to get closer to Chinese fans, it is very important to open a local Chinese social networking site. Is necessary.

Weibo is undoubtedly the first choice.

"Okay, I will report it to the company."

Jiang Mingche nodded, his manager looked at the time and looked up at him: "We're going to have a meeting with the organizer to discuss the concert later, do you want to stay in the hotel and take a good rest, or do you want to take the members out to play? "

It’s hard to come to Beijing, of course I have to choose the latter.

"Let's go out and have a look. It's their first time here, and I'm also half of the host. It's just a matter of time to experience the delicious food and beauty of Beijing together."

Jiang Mingche has a calm temper and is a Chinese. The manager didn't worry too much. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Be careful, don't run too far if you want to play, and pay attention to safety, you know?"

Jiang Mingche gave a hum to express his understanding. Seeing the manager turn and leave, he immediately knocked on the doors of other members' rooms, couldn't hold back his excitement and rushed in: "Brother! Do you want to go out to play! I'll take you to eat authentic food." Beijing food!"

Not long ago, he was discharged from the hospital and returned to the team. Min Yoongi slumped on the bed and yawned: "Go out and play with the other children. I just stayed up late yesterday to write songs. I'm a little tired and I want to rest early."

Jiang Mingche immediately set his eyes on his eldest brother Jin Shuozhen. If he was not afraid that eating too much might make him gain weight and affect his body shape, Jin Shuozhen really wanted to nod in agreement.He looked down at his belly, sighed softly, and shook his head regretfully: "I'd better stay in the hotel."

The two eldest brothers didn't want to go out, so Jiang Mingche had no choice but to harass the next group.

Jin Hongheng and Park Zhiyu were already looking forward to this trip to Beijing. When Jiang Mingche said that they wanted to go out to play, their eyes lit up immediately, and they agreed without any hesitation.

The three youngest members who had reached an agreement went to the last room together. Jin Nanjun still had the composition homework assigned by Fang PD not long ago. The task at the moment was not light, and his mind was full of lyrics and music creation, so he really didn't have the heart to play.

As for Zheng Haoxi, he was not at ease to let these children go out together. When Jiang Mingche asked for advice, he thought that one more person would at least be able to take care of him, so he hesitated for a while, but nodded in agreement.

As for Tian Jiuguo, he lived in the same room as Jiang Mingche, and Jiang Mingche had asked him what he meant when he was packing his things.

He has been thinking about Peking duck and mutton skewers for a long time, and this time he finally had the opportunity to eat the authentic ones. He couldn't bear it anymore. After packing up his things, he came out of the room and stood in the corridor waiting for the members to set off together. .

Zheng Haoxi talked about this in the group, with him as the head of the family, those group of uneasy little brats can't make any monsters if they think about it, so don't worry too much.

Min Yoongi came out of the bathroom, and was about to lie down on the bed before his hair was dry. Jin Shuozhen, who was in the same room with him, couldn't stand it any longer, so he quickly pulled him aside and sat down. Gently brushing his wet hair.

"I don't know what those boys are eating now?"

Jin Shuozhen muttered in a low voice, Min Yoongi is very tired at the moment, his brother's method of massaging the scalp and wiping the hair is really comfortable, he closed his eyes and said: "There is a local snake named Ming Che, brother, you don't have to worry too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the notification tone of the mobile phone rang the next moment.

Min Yoongi opened his eyes, picked up his phone and glanced at it, it was a message from the group chat room.

He looked through the chat records again, clicked on a few pictures sent by Jiang Mingche, and handed them to Jin Shuozhen: "Although I don't know what it is, it looks delicious."

After finishing speaking, he sighed softly: "Those boys really enjoyed their food and drink."

Jin Shuozhen was already hungry, and was afraid that if he ate too much for a while, he would lose control of his body shape, so he tried hard to control his depression.

Who would have thought that Jiang Mingche would actually post so many photos in the group, but his photography skills are surprisingly good, and the delicious food he took looks delicious and delicious, making people's index fingers twitch.

Jin Shuozhen looked through all those photos, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, touched his little belly that had already quietly sang a symphony, and asked silently: "How about we go down and eat together?"

Min Yoongi shook his head resolutely: "If you don't know the way and don't understand the language, it's not safe to go out together."

He paused for a moment: "Why don't you ask Mingche and the others to help bring a few copies when they come back?"

Jin Shuozhen tried his best to control the urge to nod, and at this moment he still took care of his body management, he was very moved by his amazing self-control.

Returning the mobile phone to the other party, he shook his head, sighed lightly, and said nothing more, after helping Min Yoongi to clean his hair, he also went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

About 10 minutes later, Jin Shuozhen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Not long after drying his hair, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Mr. Stone who was sitting motionless on the bed. He sighed softly, carefully put away the hair dryer, and walked over to open the door.

"Brother! I brought you roast duck!"

Jiang Mingche stuffed the plastic bag that was still steaming in his hand into Jin Shuozhen's arms, met his gaze, and said with a smile: "Brothers didn't eat much for dinner, I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I specially bought the roast duck , is the authentic taste of Beijing! Brother, you have to try it, if you like it, you can buy some tomorrow!"

Being fed when he was the hungriest, Jin Shuozhen was almost moved to tears. He held the steaming Peking Duck in his arms tightly with one hand, and patted Jiang Mingche heavily on the shoulder with the other hand, full of emotion. With tears in his eyes, he sighed:

"Mingche, brother, starting from today, I like you the most."

Jiang Mingche raised his eyes and glanced at him, his expression suddenly became a little lonely: "Didn't brother like me the most before?"

Jin Shuozhen was stunned, thinking that he had said something wrong and hurt him unintentionally, so he hurriedly made amends: "Nothing! You have always been my favorite! It's just that starting today, I like it even more."

Jiang Mingche let out a groan, as if he had admired his brother's flustered expression enough, before his brother immediately became angry and beat someone, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled brightly: "If you make a deal, don't go back on your word! From now on, my brother's favorite The person has to be me!"

After throwing this sentence, he ran away immediately, leaving only Jin Shuozhen standing on the spot with a plastic bag, and heaved a long and helpless sigh.