After wearing green tea, she became a heartthrob [entertainment circle]

Code-named 0, it is now called Chu Shicha.

The past, code-named 0, is like ashes in a coffin in this world.With the fusion of memories, Chu Shicha almost sorted out his situation.

Chu Shicha, barely counted as a third-tier entertainment industry, has not made any achievements in the entertainment industry in the past few years since his debut, and his traffic basically depends on bundling various CPs.To use a popular phrase nowadays, Chu Shicha will post a post on anyone who is well-known, even if it is a dog.In addition to being tied up, he also stepped on the heat, turned his head and made enough white lotus flowers, resulting in extremely poor popularity among passers-by.

There are more than [-] fans on Weibo, and [-] are black fans.

Opened Weibo at one point, and there was a message "Has Chu Bailian got out of the entertainment industry today?"?Or "Let me see what Chu Shicha is going to do today, to make my father happy."

The private message is full of cursing and scolding from fans of traffic.

In Chu Shicha's memory, most of them are him crying bitterly while reading private messages, being thrown rotten eggs at a concert, being splashed with dog blood when traveling, etc. Although the memories are merged, some memories before his debut are not very clear.

And in the memory of Code 0, he had heard the name Chu Shicha, and in a certain novel, it was a cannon fodder supporting role.Combined with Chu Shicha's memory, he was basically sure that he was reborn in this novel.

The protagonist of the novel is called Mo Wenyu.

In the not-too-distant future, Chu Shicha will suffer backlash because of Ratamo Wenyu, and the once dirty past will flow out like pus. After being banned by the industry, Chu Shicha chooses to end his life.

It now appears that Chu Shicha has already completed half of the death plot, and will be able to report to Hades soon.

Following his memory, Chu Shicha returned to his dwelling.

This is a one-bedroom apartment of less than twenty square meters.From the moment he entered the door, he threw magazines, buckets of instant noodles, clothes that hadn't been washed in three months, and underwear with three ropes. It can be seen that the original owner loves freedom.

There is no atmosphere of serious life in the room, and the square and mediocre [-] square meters are like the burial pit of Chu Shicha, a romantic figure.

The house was in a mess, and Chu Shicha didn't want to clean it up, he piled up the mess with his feet, Chu Shicha wrapped himself in a blanket, and leaned tiredly on the dirty fabric sofa.

This shouldn't be the home of a third-rate entertainer.

Too poor.

The overused body began to protest, from the neck to the waist and abdomen, the bones were sore due to the excessive bending.He woke up early, and Mr. Liu hadn't done anything to Chu Shicha yet, but today's beating might make it difficult for Chu Shicha to stand up.

Chu Shicha didn't care, he cared more about his physical condition.When he came back, he wore less clothes, and walked on the road and blew a little wind. Now his heart and brain were steaming in protest, and Chu Shicha realized that he had caught a cold.

He didn't want to do anything, he boiled a pot of hot water for himself, hugged the cup of hot water, faced some pots of mummified cactus on the window sill, and fell asleep faintly.

It snowed on the eve of Christmas Eve.

A layer of thin snowflakes hung on the lantern tree, the street was quiet, and a person "plopped" down on the white snow velvet, with a line of warm blood on his neck, and his eyes wide open.

……

0 retracted his blade, looked at his watch, and walked towards the business district.

He walked briskly, leaving light footprints on the snow.

Ten minutes ago, he was still at Mo Wenyu's house, warm and comfortable, disposing of some garbage temporarily, and when he went out, the weather outside was so cold that he wanted to get into Mo Wenyu's bed.

There is still a distance from Mo Wenyu's house, it's so cold.

boom!

boom

There were two explosions in succession, and the sky was scratched with bloodstains in an instant. The silent night was swallowed by the flames churning in the void, and the glass that shattered in the block exploded and shattered into stars.

"Drip drip..."

"What's the matter? New job?"

"...if you run faster, you may see him one last time."

0 who hung up the phone ran quickly and rushed into the explosive building.

"Someone rushed in!"

"The firefighters!"

"A young man ran in!!"

The building engulfed in flames was very hot.

All kinds of twisted and broken voids are like the gates to hell.The door was scorched hot, and when the hand touched it lightly, there were scorched marks, like the aftermath of sin.

After opening it several times, he pushed open the door of Mo Wenyu's house.Flame rolled out of Warm Harbor, the coffee shop on the first floor scattered beans, and the red pills that were charred from the doorway and stretched forward filled the thin air with hallucinations.

boom

The third explosion began.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world became far away, and the road from the door to Mo Wenyu was only more than ten meters away, but it was extremely long.

Among the scarlet flames, there are two colors that are redder and more dazzling.

There were scarlet pills everywhere, and the blood under Mo Wenyu's body.

After the red pill evaporates, it emits an intoxicating aroma.The scalding hot coffee was poured on the ground, and the breath was calm, mixed with a little sigh-like blue fragrance.

……

Mo Wenyu, codenamed 10, died.

"Hoo hoo..." Chu Shicha opened his eyes suddenly, sweat was all over his body.He moved his fingers, stirring up the pain all over his body.Like acupuncture, the burning sensation in the stomach swept over, Chu Shicha's eyelashes were greasy with water droplets, and his lips trembled.

Reluctantly, an apple was dug out from the "Chu Shicha Sacrifice Pit"—I don't know how many months it has been, and the color is red.Bit by bit, the rough skin is chewed off, and it is very sweet.

After appeasing Wu Zang Temple, Chu Shicha nestled back into the quilt again, and saw a dozen or so cactus mummy lying on the window sill.

Presumably the original owner loved cacti very much, but it was a pity that none of them succeeded in raising them.

Before falling asleep, Chu Shicha received a call from his manager.

"Chu Shicha, you're going to die, you loser! You beat Mr. Liu yesterday? How dare you fucking beat Mr. Liu?! It's all right now, Mr. Liu has spoken, don't even think about acting in movies, get out early, you Who do you think you are? You're just an insignificant little bastard!"

The manager's words were stinging, and every sentence was worse than every sentence. Chu Shicha turned on the loudspeaker, got up and went through his clothes.Open the closet twice, and when you open it, you will smell the smell of cheap perfume. The sloppy clothes are piled up, and some of them are from the brand Fangshun.

Chu Shicha picked out a pair of shirt and trousers, feeling cold, so he wrapped himself in a cotton coat.There was no desk in the room, a lot of documents were randomly stuffed at the bottom of the cabinet, Chu Shicha squeezed his fingers together, and pulled out a contract.

The manager has had enough of scolding now.

"Xiao Chu, you have to think about it. Sister He brought you up, and finally got you into the third line. It's a painstaking effort. That bitch Ruan Qiang only slept with him three times, and Mr. Liu gave the heroine of the movie to him." She's gone. Liu always has some strange hobbies, but he spends a lot of money. If you follow him, can he not praise you in the future?"

"It's important that he likes you. You go and apologize to him, and sleep with him for two more nights, and the matter will be over."

"Xiao Chu, I did my best for you. You have to be obedient."

Chu Shicha stared at the cold interface of the phone, as if he saw He Mingyan's fat and ugly manager.A third-tier star, who lived in a "tomb" of [-] square meters, was manipulated by others for an endorsement or a role, and the results of his hard work were marketed by his agent, and everyone shouted and beat him.

Logically speaking, even if he is so black, he should have a lot of savings in his debut years, so he can't afford to be reduced to instant noodles, and even the clothes are gifts from the brand, but Chu Shicha really sucks.

It can be seen from the yellow handwriting on the contract that Chu Shicha signed Huanghui Media back then, which was a fool's decision.

"Well, you did try your best." Chu Shicha's voice was light, but He Mingyan suddenly felt chills. Chu Shicha took out a page in the contract, and paused with his fingers on "[-] monthly salary", "In In terms of trying to squeeze artists, I really did my best."

"What did you say?" He Mingyan reacted, "Your wings are stiff, and you want to bite back? Do you think you are really a third-tier because you have been covered up? You go to the street and ask, who the hell opened their eyes see you?"

He Mingyan took a breath, and her harsh voice softened a bit: "If you are short of money, sister He will give you five hundred first. Don't talk about things with the contract, listen to sister's persuasion, your arms can't twist your thighs."

Chu Shicha chuckled: "Can't twist it? Then take off this leg."

"Damn, you've got fat! Do you really fucking think you're something? Chu Shicha, you can't afford to mess with my old lady, and you're threatening me to take off my leg? I'm still holding that thing in my hand, are you? Want to kill me?" He Mingyan was trembling with anger, Chu Shicha debuted for five years, and had never spoken to her in such a tone.Just like the timid, timid and cowardly boy she knew, like a dream bubble.

"Don't work these few days, think about it for me!"

Before Chu Shicha could speak, He Mingyan hung up the phone.

Chu Shicha touched his chin, and after he was dressed, he sent a message to his assistant, asking him to bring some food and meat.During the waiting period, Chu Shicha carefully read the contract. The black contract expires in two years, and the contract is a monthly salary, and there is no subsidy for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and a part of the monthly salary will be deducted for personal marketing.

In this way, the monthly salary is not enough.Packaging yourself is a labor-intensive job. The stars are all relying on themselves to spend money behind their glamorous appearances. Chu Shicha's money is not enough.

Moreover, with such a small position, he couldn't get a role, so he could only put his face down, shrink his neck, and cautiously beg others to give him the role.Failed to hold on to the front line, fell into the abyss forever, without even a glimmer of light, Chu Shicha chose to end his confused life with death, which is embarrassing.

The assistant came very slowly, and I heard that he was a newcomer.Chu Shicha went downstairs to buy some nutrition tablets, sugar and hair dye.After studying the instructions in the bathroom for a long time, I poured out the black dye.

The only clean bathroom finally became a mess like the outside.When the assistant came with the things, Chu Shicha's hair was wet and dripping.

"Ah, brother is washing his hair?" Liu Xu put the things in the refrigerator, and after seeing the situation in the house, the corners of her mouth twitched. When she thought of Chu Shicha's temper with her assistant, a feeling of disgust rose up her spine.

An entertainer who climbed up by pushing and drinking with him made people feel unfavorable.

The little assistant shook his head, planning to transfer away from Chu Shicha after the internship period was over.Right now, I can only accept my fate and pick up the clothes and pants that look like pheasant feathers on the ground...

After picking up half of it, he saw Chu Shicha hooking his hand at him.

"I don't know how to use black dye, please wipe it for me."

Liu Xu nodded, poured the black dye into her hand, and scratched the top of Chu Shicha's head very roughly.Chu Shicha bent over, the shirt on his body was stained with water, and it was on his body. Between his waist and limbs, the shirt was loosened, revealing a small piece of porcelain white skin.

His waist is very slender, with tight muscles wrapping around the delicate bones, sliding out a curved arc, making people want to hold it and stroke it up and down when they see it.

Liu Xu swallowed, looked away, and saw Chu Shicha's eyebrows in the mirror.

There were water droplets on the wet eyelashes, water droplets on the tip of the nose, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and looked pitiful.

The thought of pity flashed from the bottom of my heart, and Liu Xu couldn't help but slow down a little, for fear of hurting him.

Chu Shi's tea brows loosened when they saw the wrinkles, revealing a freshness from melting ice and snow.

Liu Xu tightened her throat and washed away the excess hair dye for him.