Two Best Actors [Entertainment]

Lu Jinghui, as the leading knife in the music industry, has also won several awards in the film and television industry. It can be said that no one in the entertainment industry dares to oppose him in front of him, but he never expected that he has been in the entertainment industry for so many years. Today it hit the iron plate.

And this iron plate is very hard.

He frowned, and looked at the boy in front of him who looked less than 20 years old. The other party was playing a small game that has become popular on the Internet recently. He can set photos of people he doesn't like into various outfits. Becoming a Zombie, according to the official statement, is a game to vent anger and relieve stress.

He had seen other people play before, but this was the first time he saw himself in this game, and it was himself who had turned into a zombie.

Lu Jinghui couldn't help but glanced at the boy who was playing games again. He had delicate features, although he looked a bit cold, he was very handsome, and he was even more handsome than many newcomers in the entertainment industry.He was still wearing a school uniform, so he should be a high school student. Judging by the style of the school uniform, he was a nearby school with a good enrollment rate.

It's just that a high school student, what's wrong with playing, even uses his photo to play this kind of game.

Lu Jinghui leaned over, if it wasn't for the fact that his assistant had something to do suddenly today, and his car had just been sent for maintenance, he would never have crowded the bus with others.Although he has no makeup on his face now, and his bangs have been put down to cover his eyes, and he also wears glasses and a hat, and he can wear ordinary clothes, but he is still worried that people will see it.

Although many people have said that his appearance without makeup is far from the one on TV, Lu Jinghui still feels it every time he looks in the mirror.

But when he got on the bus dressed up like this, and after four stops, he was completely relieved, and even at this time, he even had a thought to ask what the boy was doing. idea.

So he slowly squeezed past and came to the boy's side.

"Is this Lu Jinghui?" He asked as calmly as possible.

"Yeah." The boy didn't even lift his head, as if he had specially changed the clothes of the person in the photo to let him see clearly.

It's ugly when the zombies return to the city.

Lu Jinghui glanced at the young man, wondering if the other party disliked him somewhere. Although he would sometimes encounter black fans, he still had an attitude of out of sight and out of mind, but now that he ran into his eyes, he felt a little bit Care about it.

He coughed and continued, "I've heard a few of his songs, they're pretty good."

Lu Jinghui mentioned the names of several songs in a row, and he was chosen to win the award.

"Oh." The boy turned off his phone, raised his head, showing a pair of beautiful eyes, but cold. "Are you his fan?"

This look is so imposing, it's hard to imagine that it belongs to a high school student.

Lu Jinghui hesitated for a while, and said, "No, I don't like him very much either."

Only then did the boy lower his head again, but this time he searched for something in his pocket, took it out and handed it to him.

"Here, you can take the time to look at it."

After he finished speaking, the bus had just arrived at the stop, and the boy turned around and walked out along the flow of people.

Lu Jinghui looked down at the card in his hand.

Lu Jinghui Black Fan Association.

He was dumbfounded, what the hell is this?

After another two stations, Lu Jinghui finally arrived at the company's station entrance. He got out of the car, still rubbing the card in his hand.

What kind of bad luck did you have today, that you were invited to join your black fan association?He pouted, put the card into his bag, and walked into the gate of Huaxia.

The manager was already waiting in the office, and when he saw him coming in, he said anxiously: "Jing Hui, you are finally here, your post bar has been hacked!"

"Captured?" Lu Jinghui asked strangely, while putting the bag on the sofa, took off his hat and eyes, lifted the bangs that covered his eyes, revealing his sharp eyebrows and eyes.

"Come and take a look." The manager waved to him.

Lu Jinghui walked over and saw that the first three pages on his official post bar had become the same post, with the same title, and even the poster was exactly the same.

"Lu Jinghui's real face? What kind of title is this, click on it to have a look."

The manager hesitated, Lu Jinghui snatched the mouse and clicked on it. The first picture in it was a screenshot of his MV.

He stopped sliding the mouse for a moment, and after carefully identifying it for a while, he realized that it was himself.Singing and dancing songs are indispensable in the mv of his album. It is absolutely impossible to keep every frame perfect, so the host just took a picture of his ugliest appearance to guard the building.

This pink broke the sky.

Continue to scroll down, almost all the pictures are ugly pictures edited from various places, one is uglier than the other, and there are gossip mixed in the middle, a few of them are true, but most of them are nonsense It's random, but the landlord is also very particular about the source, like writing a thesis, and also indicated which page of the magazine it is in, very detailed.

Lu Jinghui simply sat down and flipped through the page, and he didn't stop until the last page. The last picture was posted 10 minutes ago, and it was a picture of him blackening a zombie.

Very familiar.

Lu Jinghui took a look, and noticed that the host's avatar seemed to have been seen somewhere before.He took the bag just now, and took out the card that the boy gave him from it.

There is a logo on the card, which is exactly the same as the poster's avatar.

"It's him!"

"Who is it?" the agent asked, worried that Lu Jinghui would be angry, he reached out to close the computer, and said, "It was attacked by a hacker, but maybe it wasn't alone, no matter how many sailors are hired in this case, Every post you make will become this."

Lu Jinghui was looking down at the card. On the card, there were only the words Lu Jinghui Black Fan Association. Below it was the logo just now. In the far right corner, there was a string of numbers written.

Group number?

He turned on his phone and typed it in. Sure enough, it was a group with a very simple name: Lu Jinghui's Black Fan Gathering Place.

The corner of his mouth trembled, and he applied to join.

The group owner is not here, so we have to wait a while before agreeing.He put the card away again, and said to the agent: "Follow the instructions on the post to find those publishing houses and magazines. If you say too much, you will be warned. If you don't listen to the persuasion, you will be served by the court."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!" The agent reopened the computer and logged into the webpage, and said excitedly: "You said it would be great if there were more black fans like this. From a certain level, it's better than yours. A die-hard fan is still a die-hard fan.”

Lu Jinghui glanced at him, followed the makeup artist and walked out. There was only one event today, and it ended early at four in the afternoon. When he returned home in the assistant's car, he took out his phone and looked at it. He had already entered the group up.

It was quiet inside, no one spoke.Lu Jinghui deliberately went to the group owner's page to take a look, and sure enough it was that logo pattern again.

Just as he regretted quitting, the group owner suddenly went online and sent a message.

Feiguang: Newcomer, are you the one on the bus?

Lu Jinghui hesitated for a while, and replied yes.

The man didn't speak anymore, Lu Jinghui suddenly felt bored, he didn't know why he joined in on impulse, but now it's not very good to withdraw from the group, so he threw it aside, and planned to withdraw in a few days group.

It's just that he was busy and forgot about it until half a month later, when he just got off a live broadcast, he saw a reminder on the screen of his mobile phone. I froze for a moment.

He clicked in and took a look. In the chat history, there were only two messages from him and the group leader on the first day they entered the group. What kind of group is this?

There is also the last one, which was just posted by the group owner.

Tomorrow is the second meeting of the Lu Jinghui Black Fan Association, and other groups will also return. The venue is the bench by the lake in Changhong Park, and the time is two o'clock in the afternoon.

He hesitated for a while, then turned to ask the assistant beside him. "Is there any activity tomorrow afternoon?"

The assistant flipped through the notebook in his hand. "No."

Lu Jinghui nodded, looking at the messages on his phone, since he has nothing to do, let's go and check it out.

Lu Jinghui might also be No.1 for being so excited to get in touch with his black fans.

He purposely dressed the same as yesterday, and even chose a more plain outfit. When he arrived at the park on time at two o'clock, he was on the bench by the lake as mentioned in the news, and there was no one there.

No, someone has already come.

Lu Jinghui walked in and took a look, he seemed to be the boy who was on the bus that day.

Before he got close, he heard the low growl of zombies from his mobile phone. He couldn't be playing that game again, could he?

Lu Jinghui walked over, and sure enough, he saw that his photo had been blackened into a zombie, and the boy was teasing the person in the photo with his fingers, just like teasing a cat.

"Are you alone?" Lu Jinghui finally asked.

The boy turned around and seemed surprised to see him too.

"Someone actually came this year!"

As soon as Lu Jinghui heard this sentence, he felt a little bad. He was the only one who had held the relationship association several times, and he added himself today?

The boy stood up and put the phone in his trouser pocket. "Come on, let's go get something to drink first."

Lu Jinghui hurriedly said: "Don't you need to wait for others? I don't think there are many people in the group?"

The boy turned his head and said indifferently: "Oh, there have always been only two of us in the group."

Lu Jinghui was stunned for a moment, took out his phone and looked at it, there were 32 people in the group, and after the two of them, there should be [-] people left.

"Aren't there thirty other people in the group?"

"That's my trumpet."

"Thirty trumpets."

The boy turned around. "right."

Lu Jinghui looked at the boy in shock, he hesitated for a while and finally asked:

"By the way, my name is Yan Feiguang, what's your name?"