Son of the Bone

If it's a weekend to go out with Qi Lin, even if it's just to buy breakfast and then go to the study room, it's like going through five trials and killing six generals.

It's really like playing a dungeon all the way, and you have to deal with countless mobs and bosses.

Usually everyone is busy, those who go to work, those who go to school, and the morning exercises are done very early, and the teacher is watching, no one dares to make too much noise, for fear of being kicked out of school.

But as long as the weekend comes, no matter what kind of illegitimate child is not illegitimate, once he walks out of this dormitory, he will never be at peace.

At the beginning, Jiang Jue just wanted to stop by to have breakfast and then study and read books by himself, but he didn't expect this roommate's life to be so difficult.

In the restaurant, there will be all kinds of seniors and sisters who recognize him and greet him enthusiastically and rush to pay the bill. When they go to the supermarket or bookstore, all the bosses can pull out a stack of books and ask him to sign or take a group photo with a smile. , Even every weekend there are different people squatting there waiting for a group photo.

Jiang Jue ate a bowl of noodles by himself under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, feeling like a guinea pig in a laboratory the whole time.

Qi Lin next to him was already used to all this, and when he got up, he didn't forget to pass a tissue to the little girl sitting next to him.

On weekdays, if I go to any store in the school and want to pay, the boss will probably not let me——

Some fans have already preemptively deposited hundreds or thousands of dollars there, so they are not willing to spend money on their idols.

These things seem absurd and bizarre, but what is more detached from logic are all kinds of illegitimate fans.

Jiang Jue collected and summarized the characteristics of the villain's behavior from these people.

No matter where they are or what they do, there will always be people of different ages pretending to be their seniors, teachers from other departments, or even housekeeper aunts, just to harass Qi Lin at close range.

Most of them had fanatical eyes. When they looked at Qi Lin, they seemed to have caught the legendary unicorn. They even reached out to touch the sleeves of his clothes regardless of his own resistance.

Qi Lin was stared at by various mobile phone cameras, and couldn't even make a sound of wailing, but forced a grin to find an escape route.

At this time, Jiang Jue would usually flexibly position himself to help him cover, and by the way, quickly memorize the changes in the micro-expressions, tone of voice and eyes of these people.

It was an expression that was almost out of control like a cult.

Not to mention the paranoia and madness of the illegitimate fan, the attitudes of teachers and students in the school towards him are quite complicated.

The teachers are all adults, and they always cover up their contempt and scrutiny, and mostly show a friendly and gentle appearance on the surface.

But students are different.

No matter where Qi Lin went with his face, there were not a few people whispering and pointing.

And Jiang Jue quietly accompanied him, like a screenwriter who came to observe all living beings, taking in the reactions and actions of countless people.

As long as he stood beside Qi Lin, he could see the expressions of countless philistines like a textbook.

To please, to flatter, to dislike, to contempt...

It is even richer than going to the vegetable market.

Sometimes Jiang Jue would even look at Qi Lin, who took photos with everyone and signed autographs anytime, anywhere, thinking about how his mother survived that year—and whether he would have to face these in the future.

If Jiang Jue's magical professional ability is to figure out the characters deeply and quickly enter the play, then Qi Lin may be regarded as having superpowers.

As long as he is outside, he can sign from the cafeteria to the library without changing his face. Whether it is students, passers-by or security guards who come to harass him, he will all respond with warm smiles and polite greetings. The book will not lose its temper in front of the camera or eyes even when you turn your head. It is clean and gentle from beginning to end, satisfying the imagination of all those who love him.

This kind of self-cultivation and self-control ability is just like the practice of gods.

"These—are they all material?" Qi Lin nestled on the beanbag sofa, pricked up his ears and asked curiously: "Why do you observe them like this?"

"Learning acting requires understanding a lot of things," Jiang Jue patiently explained: "People of different classes and identities, the motives and reasons for doing everything, as well as various small movements and expressions connected in series."

Once upon a time there was a brain teaser.

How many steps does it take to put an elephant in the refrigerator?

Open the refrigerator door, enlarge the elephant, and close the refrigerator door.

Jiang absolutely has the habit of observing and understanding everything in life, just like recognizing countless "refrigerators" and knowing how to open and close each one, so that he can put himself in when entering the role.

"If you use this metaphor, you are not like an elephant." Qi Lin commented pertinently: "Like a fox."

Jiang Jue frowned, not quite understanding: "How am I like a fox?"

"Oh, have you ever seen an arctic fox? It's the kind that looks super smart, but occasionally it will fall into the snow and can't be pulled out like a carrot—" Qi Lin said solemnly: "You are that kind of fox .”

Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds: "I didn't."

Absolutely - no.

"But, why do you keep doing this?" Veteran cadre Jiang doesn't usually play with his mobile phone, and he is puzzled by some people's conventions: "Why do you sign for everyone? Are you so polite to everyone who comes to harass you?"

How tiring it must be to live like this.

When an illegitimate meal pretended to be a dormitory teacher and rushed into their dormitory, Jiang Jue directly called the police, but was still stopped by Qi Lin.

Because as long as this news gets out, more and more illegitimate fans will find an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he will not be able to live in this dormitory in the future.

"That's why I came to learn acting." Qi Lin stretched his waist, smiled helplessly and calmly: "My current career is completely opposite to yours. You are an actor, and I am an idol."

The job of an idol is to manage charm and dreams.

You can't fall in love, you can't destroy your image, even if your phone hits your face or you are forcibly asked for a kiss, you must never be photographed by the camera with a bad face.

He has to be a refined and flawless presence that stays open 24 hours a day.

When Qi Lin said these words, he didn't look like a big boy at all.

He is gentle, frank, and slightly alienated.

"You also know who my father is," he said slowly, "Once this secret is made public, people will say, look, Qi Lin is really popular because of the backstage."

"Grit your teeth and persist, not even for redness or not redness."

"I just want to tell myself that everything I have is what I deserve."

I should have the right to be proud of myself.

His works are written note by note in the middle of the night.

In the concert, the whole audience sang and danced with the microphone on half-time, and the [-] sets of dances did not make any mistakes throughout the whole process.

The violin, the piano, and the wooden flute are all at hand, and the cultural class scores are still passable.

His face and figure are maintained by long-term fitness and dieting for many years.

Regarding everything about him, from the perspective of the industry, there are not many peers who can be so ruthless to themselves.

In a world that Jiang Jue has never been in contact with, this boy has the light that leads thousands of people to love him, but he is also trying to get rid of these trophies of his youth and win a new life.

Jiang Jue listened to these words quietly, resisting the urge to take notes in a notebook, just leaned over and reached out to pat his head.

"Your performance today is excellent." He didn't realize it himself, this is the very rare time he took the initiative to touch others since he was a child: "The interpretation of the characters is very delicate, I like it very much."

"Really!" Qi Lin sat up abruptly, his eyes glowing: "You are taking the initiative to praise me!"

The next second, their phones rang at the same time.

They tilted their heads tacitly, one went to the balcony and the other to the corridor.

"Teacher Qin?" Jiang Jue stood at the window next to the corridor, watching the flow of people passing by.

"It's like this," Qin Yizhu's tone was obviously hesitant: "Today, an assistant director came to observe the performance... He is very interested in you and wants to invite you to an audition."

"Is it convenient for you to come to my office now?"

"Audition?" Jiang Jue was a little surprised, and quickly said, "I'll be down right away."

On the other side, Qi Lin was standing on the balcony blowing air, and without any surprise, he saw the camera pointed at his window again.

"Hi, Dad?"

"You're on the hot search again." Qi Ding flipped through the Weibo page, and his tone was quite approving: "Although most people say that you can win with your face, but it's really like it-you can also win at home. Sneezing like that is ugly."

"Yes! Really!" Qi Lin glanced at the time subconsciously, thinking that the trending speed was too fast this time, and subconsciously said: "My lower berth said that I acted very well! Don't! Okay!"

When he mentioned Jiang Juelai, his smile was a little silly.

"You... the lower bunk?" Qi Ding paused for a moment, then half-probing and half-leadingly said: "Do you think this guy looks familiar?"

"Of course," Qi Lin said sharply, "Dad, he is the leading actor in the drama we watched last time. I have improved so much in the past few months because of his help."

What?President Qi was stunned for a long time, wondering if there was such a thing.

He picked up the coffee cup and tried to continue to be persuasive: "You didn't realize... who does he look a bit like?"

If he hadn't found out about this relationship, he wouldn't have greeted the school and put the two of them together to get to know each other.

"Like... who?" Qi Lin asked blankly, "Bai Yuanchong?"

Qi Ding didn't come up in one breath and was choked, almost sprayed on the screen.

"Linlin."

"what?"

"Sometimes you are so weak, you really follow me."