Son of the Bone

Until Jiang Jue dismissed get out of class, he was a little overwhelmed.

As the crowd dispersed, Lin Jiuguang packed up his books and waved at him: "Did you use this method for the 'shaping' in "Six Lectures on Acting"?"

"...Yes." He looked at the boy who was slightly shorter than himself, and asked uncertainly, "Shall we have dinner together?"

He became interested in talking more with this person.

Unexpectedly, although Lin Jiuguang was quite tense on the stage, he jumped up and down the stage quite happily. The sense of threat and oppression that was so real just now was put back.

Entering the play quickly, and leaving the play quickly, he is a professional.

In the cafeteria, they each ordered a piece of miscellaneous noodles and vegetable salad, and sat together chatting about previous TV series.

As a small group of girls noticed the existence of the two of them, more and more people began to surround them.

Jiang Jue was chatting happily at first, but he couldn't help sighing when he noticed that group of people surrounded him like zombies again.

Many mobile phones have been raised without any scruples, pointing at them from near or far.

He has been completely used to such a situation since he entered school last year as a freshman.

No matter where they are or what they do, all kinds of mobile phone cameras will regard them as rare animals, capturing and even recording videos from various angles.

No matter whether Qi Lin eats noodles or steamed buns, even if he stands there meaninglessly, there will always be someone who perseveres in recording it—as if he has never seen anyone before.

Lin Jiuguang realized something and interrupted the conversation.

As soon as he turned his head and looked around, many people who were familiar with him immediately put away their mobile phones, and either pretended to eat with their heads down, or walked away in a bored manner.

The other freshmen and seniors who didn't know the situation didn't know what it meant, and took a few more pictures from the angle he looked at the camera, which felt a bit like visiting a zoo in the cafeteria.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and took out his mobile phone.

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, completely unable to guess what he was going to do next.

Lin Jiuguang turned on the phone's camera, turned off the mute, and began to take pictures of those people's faces one by one.

The piercing shutter sound suddenly became very clear, and even the flash of light illuminated the panicked expressions of those men and women.

Some people were still there without realizing what happened, and some people started waving their hands to cover their faces.

He blatantly turned around with his mobile phone like that, turning around the people around him in 360 degrees——

Some little girls already showed panicked expressions, covered their faces as if they had been stripped of their clothes in public, and said loudly: "What are you doing!"

She can feel it completely, this kind of shooting is definitely not friendly and wants to take a souvenir.

"Shooting you guys." Lin Jiuguang's cell phone was still running, with flashes and shutters flashing his presence again and again.

Some people were afraid that they would be posted on Weibo by him, and began to shout: "Can you delete it, please! We didn't do anything to you!"

"I didn't do anything to you either." Lin Jiuguang blinked and took another photo of the boy.

Unexpectedly, as if the boy had been exposed to the shame column, he said even more angrily: "Who knows what you want to do by filming us! What if you want to violence us online!"

"I—— cyberbullying you?" Lin Jiuguang shook his phone, showing an unbelievable smile: "I just took the way you treated me, and paid back exactly the same way in the past—just like this, is it already unbearable? "

"You're going too far!" The girl next to her said angrily, "Did you get our permission to shoot us?"

"What?" Lin Jiuguang looked at her and said, "Can you take pictures of me as you please?"

"Is there a star like you! Do you still want to be popular!" The girl covered her face, trying to reach out to take a picture of him: "What's wrong with you! Which star doesn't want to be photographed more and show more?" face!"

"Look at what you said." Lin Jiuguang laughed: "Whether you are the co-author of "VOGUE" or "ELLE", I should feel honored to shoot me, right?"

The girl saw that everyone was staring at her, and her face turned pale: "It's amazing to be a star! Didn't you just shoot a few shit TV series, do you really think you are an international superstar?!"

Lin Jiuguang raised his eyebrows, and asked back in a calm manner: "May I ask who you are?"

More and more people realized that they might also be attacked, and began to disperse quietly.

Still, a group of people sat nearby and started pointing at them as they ate.

Lin Jiuguang simply picked a table and sat there, propped his chin and smiled while watching them eat.

He just looked at them with a smile and didn't say anything, but when his eyes fell on them, he panicked.

The man and woman didn't survive for 3 minutes. They were so embarrassed that they picked up the dinner plate and went to find another place to eat.

When he returned to Jiang Jue's side again, there were no sneak shots, no pointing fingers, and no one tried to strike up a conversation and ask for a group photo.

You know, when Jiang Jue and Qi Lin were together, someone would come over to ask for an autograph or a photo with the cheek within a few minutes of eating, and they would be constantly interrupted to chat about anything.

"It's clean." Lin Jiuguang pulled the coriander on the plate, and continued to eat noodles with peace of mind.

During the second half of this lunch, no one dared to provoke him again.

Jiang Jue was stunned for a few seconds after witnessing his outrageous operation.

He finally belatedly realized something.

From the time when he and Jiuguang walked from the teaching building to the cafeteria, many people would subconsciously bypass them, and no one asked for their autographs along the way.

And since he enrolled in September... I am afraid that many people already know the temper of this little devil.

He finished his salad and looked around again—no eyes looking into them, no flickering camera, everything was unbelievably clean.

Lin Jiuguang's life... how easy it must be.

Even if I just sat beside him, this noisy world returned to a peaceful and comfortable state, it was like a dream.

"Jiuguang," Jiang Jue pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Do you mind having dinner with me every day?"

"Of course." The little devil shook his chopsticks with a smile: "I really like you."

It's not that Jiang doesn't know this way of handling things - nip bad things in the bud, so they won't cause unnecessary trouble.

But the problem is that this is tantamount to continuously offending many people, and if these people say things with embellishments, it will further damage people's reputation.

"Aren't you worried about the consequences when you do this?" He still couldn't help asking when he took a walk after dinner with him.

The men and women walking on the playground didn't seem to see the two of them at all, and tacitly didn't bother them.

"Consequences?" Lin Jiuguang was quite full, basking in the sun and lazily said: "If I print out the same black material, it can fill an apartment building."

"But having said that," he turned his head to look at Jiang Jue, with a kind of insight in his eyes: "How can people not be blamed?"

"Let's not talk about emotional disputes - all relationships will have a lot of muddled debts," he paused, and then said: "When people do things, they will always please one group of people and offend another group of people."

"It's easy to live without criticism."

"That is to completely hide your private life, and no one knows what is going on around you."

People look flawless simply because they are underexposed.

Once everyone understands the details of his daily life, all kinds of ridicule and criticism will appear endlessly.

But for people in their profession, their private life is destined to be prying and touching by all kinds of people around them, and it is impossible to be as invisible as air.

"But it's like what the girl said just now—the popularity of passers-by." Jiang was definitely not sure: "You really don't care?"

People who haven't seen Lin Jiuguang's works, or those who don't know him too well, may be inclined to think because of all kinds of black material...he is a violent and selfish actor, spoiled by fame at a young age.

"I don't care what brainless people are thinking." Lin Jiuguang said without hesitation: "What's more, even if you give me a national moral model, the top ten moral model, my career will not flourish because of it."

What I got, I spelled it out myself.

It really has nothing to do with you passers-by who follow suit...

Under the winter sun, his dark chestnut hair glowed like wheat, and his cat-like eyes exuded the determined and sharp expression on the stage.

He still looks like a young college student, but sometimes he speaks with an old-fashioned and mature tone.

Jiang Jue waved his hands with a smile, and walked back to the dormitory with him.

This friend is really interesting.