I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

"The entertainment industry is pretty fun." Tan Feiyue just stood in front of him, repeating what he just said in a calm tone.

Song Zixing: "..."

Isn't he filming in Group A?What are you doing here?So free?

Seeing his blank expression, Tan Feiyue finally agreed to say the second sentence: "If your acting skills are just for fun, then you won't be able to win Oscars in the future."

Song Zixing only felt that his breathing was stagnant.

Just now, the words of mocking a certain female substitute were still lingering in his ears, and Tan Feiyue was caught off guard and said something similar, so he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a derogation. Song Zixing subconsciously felt that he was being ridiculed.

Without saying a word, he showed an innocent look, and pulled Xiao Chen to make way for him.

Sure enough, Tan Feiyue walked towards the director. Then, the two of them talked in a low voice, and the director's expression gradually became serious.

Xiao Chen handed over a cup of hot water, couldn't hide the joy on his face, and asked quietly: "Did you praise you just now when you talked about the actor?"

Song Zixing looked like you are all right: "Can't you tell that he is being sarcastic?"

"Sarcasm? How can there be?" Xiao Chen analyzed it for him, "Doesn't he mean that if you are serious, you will definitely become a hit?"

Seeing that his expression didn't loosen, Xiao Chen, adhering to the rainbow fart skills necessary for an excellent assistant, began to brag: "Brother really, I really think that your shot in the morning was absolutely amazing! That's not like I know you now, those eyes are sharp yet elegant, and that voice is powerful and powerful!"

It was the first time for Song Zixing to be praised so bluntly. He smiled and sent him off: "Come on, don't stand here. It's windy here, you stand behind."

After talking with the director, Tan Feiyue left. The director shouted over the walkie-talkie, "Get ready to start. There is a scene in group B, the emperor wants to go over and record it!"

Over there, Yang Hai responded when he heard the words, and when he looked this way, he happened to meet Song Zixing's eyes in the air for two seconds.In just two seconds, Song Zixing felt that he might have offended Yang Hai as well.

What is this called.

Excellent people are always particularly easy to be envied.

The filming of this scene was finished very quickly, and Yang Zhihui didn't dare to be a demon anymore after suffering, so she finished filming honestly.After the afternoon play, Song Zixing went back to the dressing room and changed out of his wet clothes.

Xiao Chen went to the lounge to fill him with hot water, while Song Zixing was sitting in front of the makeup mirror asking the makeup artist to remove his makeup.The make-up artist was probably worried about being caught speaking ill of someone behind his back last time, but now he took off Song Zixing's make-up and headgear seriously, even his eyes were very devout.

With the hood half removed, Xiao Chen ran in in a panic and kicked down a trash can by the door.

He is the only one in this temporary dressing room at the moment, Song Zixing glanced at him and smiled: "Why, in such a hurry."

Xiao Chen was out of breath, and it looked like he had just run in a hurry, and now he still had an expression of disbelief on his face, he leaned close to him, took a few breaths, and said: "Brother! Brother! He Call you!"

Song Zixing only noticed that the cup he was holding to hold water before going out was gone, so he asked casually, "Who called me?"

"Tan Feiyue!" Xiao Chen patted his chest, and the excitement that had just calmed down came back: "Brother Tan called you! I just met him when I went to fetch water! He asked you to find him in his lounge! He want to see you!"

Song Zixing only felt a pain in his hairline, and the makeup artist pulled it unconsciously, probably because his hands twitched from fright.

Song Zixing looked at himself in the mirror and asked nonchalantly, "When did he go?"

From the mirror, he saw that Xiao Chen's mouth was wider than a bowl, and his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"You still want him to wait?" Xiao Chen was startled, "It was Tan Feiyue who called you! Tan Yingdi! It wasn't your high school class teacher who called you!"

Song Zixing smiled: "I know, then I have to take off the hood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the makeup artist quickly took off the headgear and stood motionless on the side.

Song Zixing smiled, stretched out his hand to pluck his crushed hair, and got up: "Where is the rest room for Brother Tan?"

Xiao Chen bent down and stretched out his hand: "This way please!"

When passing by the make-up artist, Song Zixing didn't want to be a man anymore, he paused for a while, and whispered in his ear: "Oh, I wonder if there is a bed in Brother Tan's lounge?"

Makeup artist: "..."

I thought he was going to leave when he finished speaking, but who would have thought that Song Zixing added: "No, brother Tan is not a rich woman, I don't call it climbing the bed of a rich woman."

Xiao Chen only heard him whispering something in the ear of the makeup artist, and stepped forward to pull him: "What are you whispering? Brother Tan is waiting for you!"

Song Zixing couldn't help laughing, this kid used to call people by first and last names, but when he heard that he was looking for something, he immediately changed his face, and even called him brother.

Song Zixing felt that he was not going to meet people, but that he had been turned over by the emperor and was about to be lucky.

On the way, he bumped into a person head-on.

As soon as Xiao Chen looked up, he saw Yang Zhihui's gloomy face. She had taken a shower and removed all her makeup, so he almost didn't recognize her.

Yang Zhihui stopped Song Zixing and asked contemptuously, "Did you drag me into the water on purpose this afternoon?"

Song Zixing sighed lightly, and said, "I told you it wasn't intentional, I've already apologized to you."

It seems that Yang Zhihui felt offended by his indifferent attitude, she gritted her teeth and threatened: "Aren't you afraid that I will make your dirty and obscene thoughts public?!"

Song Zixing frowned slightly.

In this era of same-sex marriage, there are still people who still characterize liking the same sex as dirty and indecent, which shows that they are not clean and up-to-date.

Song Zixing really thought about what she said, and finally asked: "Dirty and indecent thoughts...do you count as almost drowning?"

Xiao Chen saw that Yang Zhihui controlled the hand that wanted to grab his face on the spot with only the last sliver of reason, so he quickly pulled Song Zixing and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't delay, Brother Tan is waiting for us."

Probably because she wanted to use this to suppress her limelight, Xiao Chen deliberately used Tan Feiyue's appearance as a shield, but Yang Zhihui became even more angry: "Brother Tan is waiting for you? What are you doing daydreaming?! How dare you harass me?" Tan Feiyue, I want everyone to see what kind of a guy you are!"

Hearing this, Xiao Chen's face was ashen, he opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head swallowing his anger.

Song Zixing was not as easy to suppress as he was. He lowered his head and looked at the woman with her teeth and claws in front of him, and said with a light smile, "Okay, why don't we compare?"

"Just Bibi, let's see if you pass it on quickly, or I express my love quickly."

Yang Zhihui looked astonished, pointed at him tremblingly with her index finger, and her voice changed: "You, you are crazy! You are crazy! Crazy!"

Song Zixing's words drove the non-crazy people crazy. After she ran away, she turned her head and saw Yang Zhihui's same expression on Xiao Chen's face.

"I'm not crazy." Song Zixing explained to himself, "It's just to scare her."

"You scared me to death!" Xiao Chen was about to cry, "Can you talk nonsense about this! Brother Tan will definitely not let you go if he hears about it!"

Song Zixing smiled and shook his head, based on what he knew about someone, if someone of the same sex confessed to him, he would probably refuse on the spot, not giving that person any face.

"Please come in."

Familiar voice.

Tan Feiyue's personal lounge has a large space. Song Zixing pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Tan Feiyue on the sofa frowning and looking down at the script, he instantly felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Three years ago, when the two were in the same crew and shared the same lounge, he could often see this scene.

In order to be able to perform her first play well, Tan Feiyue, who has just grown up, devotes herself to studying the script every night after the night play. When she is not sure, she likes to cling to him and ask him to teach.

At that time, Tan Feiyue had a good temper and a soft personality. Song Zixing's occasional teasing would make him blush for a long time. He was so cute that his heart trembled.

But now Tan Feiyue is indifferent and ruthless. During Song Zixing's lifetime, the two of them rarely met, and sometimes they couldn't even speak a word.

He didn't know how it became like this, he could only say that time really destroys human nature.

Tan Feiyue noticed the person who came in, finally put down the script and got up from the sofa.

His assistant Xu Wenjie immediately came up to meet him, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Your name is Zhang Tianyu, right?"

Song Zixing took a second to react, nodded: "Yes."

"Ah, that's how it is." Xu Wenjie glanced at the master behind him, and said, "Brother Tan plans to sign you as an artist in our studio, and we can provide you with better opportunities and resources in the future. Would you like to?"

Song Zixing almost thought he had auditory hallucinations, he looked at Tan Feiyue with a smile, and blurted out: "You already have a studio?!"

Tan Feiyue didn't seem to notice anything unusual: "If you come, there will be."