After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

The word "brother" was bitten hard.

Song Zhulan is half a year older than Rong Lin, and Rong Lin is still a week away from becoming an adult.

The age difference between two people has always been used by marketing accounts as a selling point.Rong Lin is younger than Song Zhulan and started from a low level. Now he beats Song Zhulan regardless of his reputation or strength.

Netizens love this kind of plot.

Song Zhulan turned her head, and finally gave Rong Lin a look.

His attitude was lukewarm: "I look forward to working with you."

Rong Lin snorted coldly: "I don't expect much, I just hope you don't NG too many times, and just slow down the progress of the whole group."

"I will work hard."

After Song Zhulan finished speaking, she went back to reciting poems, and felt a resentful look at her side.

It was Rong Lin again.

He chatted with Jiang Xiaofeng a few days ago, and he knew Rong Lin's methods.

This person's own traffic is not comparable to that of Song Zhulan, who is black in the whole network, and he can only increase his popularity by appearing with Song Zhulan on the hot search time and time again.

So he often said something that irritated the original body, causing friction between the two, and became a hot spot in the marketing account, and attracted a wave of enthusiasm.

Rong Lin himself is set up as an open-mouthed, pure-minded student who happens to be young, so he satirizes Song Zhulan's acting skills as before, and it will not have any negative effects, but he will be a straight-talking person If it is set up, maybe it can attract a group of fans to feel distressed.

But if Song Zhulan fights back, he will use the big to bully the small, without emphasizing martial ethics.

The life of the original body is really difficult. A good job is as complicated as a spy war.

Song Zhulan continued to recite her own "The Difficult Road to Shu".

He experienced many such days in the last days, and Rong Lin's methods were really not high.In his opinion, it's a bit boring, and he doesn't want to talk to him. It's better to memorize some texts.

But Rong Lin didn't make people clean.

After the man saw the screen of Song Zhulan's phone, he ridiculed again: "Are you memorizing "The Road to Shu"? Isn't this the text you have to memorize in the freshman year of high school?"

"In "The Difficult Road to Shu", the line 'The collapse of the mountain destroys the strong man to death, and then the ladder of heaven and the rocks connect with each other' quotes the myths and allusions of the Spring and Autumn Period, adding romanticism to the whole poem. I like it the most, but you may not Understand."

He raised his chin, waiting for Song Zhulan's reaction.

Song Zhulan: ...

He retracted his foreword, the people in the spy war plot were far less intelligent than Rong Lin.

Even if you are too lazy to care about it, the flies who make troubles five times are enough to make people bored.Song Zhulan felt a little restless in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Stack."

"what?"

Song Zhulan repeated without emotion: "The ladder and stone stack are linked together, and the word read stack, not cheap."

"Also, the allusion of Wu Ding's creation of the mountain is not from the Spring and Autumn Period."

He spoke calmly and calmly.

Jiang Xiaofeng accidentally laughed beside him.

He just said, if you want to act, you have to act well, what kind of schoolmaster character set up every day?Wouldn't the car overturn now?

At this time Song Zhulan said leisurely: "Brother Xiaofeng, you are right, nine-year compulsory education is still necessary."

Jiang Xiaofeng's round face showed a serious expression: "Yes, otherwise I might even mispronounce my favorite poems."

Rong Lin's face turned blue and white, and he stared at Song Zhulan coldly, and finally stopped talking.

Isn't it just knowing how to read a word and knowing a side story?What are you proud of!

When the results come out, you will cry!

The makeup artist found the liquid foundation and came back, carefully applying makeup to Song Zhulan.

There are many artists who have done modeling under her hands, but no one has ever made her so cautious.

"I always thought that my makeup skills were pretty good," she said with emotion, "but when I saw you, I suddenly began to doubt the meaning of my existence."

The eye shadow brush swept over Song Zhulan's lower eyelids, covering the dark circles around his eyes.

Although her complexion is not good due to illness, Song Zhulan's facial features are perfectly natural, not even a little bit more beautiful than she is now.

The makeup artist didn't dare to move around, so he could only cover up some blemishes for him.

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded beside him and said: "That's right! Our Xiaolan has been a beauty since he was a child. He has just grown up now, and he will look even better in a few years."

The makeup artist was very happy when he heard this: "Then I am looking forward to it."

After the lead actress Lin Yao finished putting on her makeup, she heard the commotion here, and wandered around while her manager was away.

Surprised: "Fortunately, you only play a villain in this drama, otherwise the audience would not watch me--"

Song Zhulan's place became lively, but Rong Lin's place was deserted.

He gave a contemptuous "tsk" and said to his assistant, "I don't know what to be proud of in a face-based vase. When did the social orientation become so distorted."

Song Zhulan ignored it and waited for the makeup to finish.

When the makeup was finished, the makeup artist covered her mouth and exclaimed, "This is too pretty!"

"This is definitely the best makeup I've done in years."

Hearing this, Song Zhulan raised his eyes, and in the makeup mirror, a man with gold-rimmed eyes and picturesque features also looked at him.

The end of his eyes raised slightly upwards, drawing a graceful arc.The light-colored pupils are like a piece of hard-to-buy amber, revealing maturity and elegance.

"Xiaolan! Can I...can I take a photo?" the makeup artist asked excitedly, "I promise not to repost, I'll just keep it for myself!"

Song Zhulan looked at Jiang Xiaofeng: "Brother Xiaofeng, do you think it's okay?"

Jiang Xiaofeng was stuck, and it took him a long time to say "OK".

He felt that he was in a daze more and more these days, and it was all because of his artist.

After the banquet that day, Song Zhulan seemed to be a different person, calm and elegant. Although she looked gentle and polite, she always felt a sense of alienation.

But... It's much better than when I was so irritable that I couldn't communicate with people normally.

The corner of Song Zhulan's mouth raised an arc, and he nodded gently to the makeup artist.

Seeing this, Lin Yao also came over to join in the fun, and insisted on taking several photos with Song Zhulan.

Rong Lin sat at the side and could see Song Zhulan's makeup clearly.

After comparing my own makeup, I asked the makeup artist with an unhappy face: "You paint me again!"

"I'm also the male lead anyway, how can I be more shabby than the makeup of a male lead!"

He had a tough attitude, so the makeup artist had no choice but to follow suit, slandering in his heart: Song Zhulan didn't have the effect of makeup, it's because his face looks good!

Rong Lin was dissatisfied with the makeup several times, and he reluctantly agreed until the director came to remind him.

The first few scenes today are between Lin Yao and Rong Lin, and Song Zhulan's scene is in the back, and it will take a few hours to leave the filming.

He was sitting in the corner of the studio, and he was not idle. He was planning to memorize another ancient prose to prepare for more.

After all, Song Zhulan had an easier way to make Chen Kaiqiang apologize.But he didn't want to use those calculations in class, he would rather spend more time on his own to achieve his goal openly.

Song Zhulan's hands are not clean, and it is impossible to be clean from a fledgling student to a leader of human beings in the last days.But there are still some things, he hopes never to get that dirty.

Song Zhulan spread out the review materials, and just after looking at them, his stomach suddenly hurt again.

Stomach pain came on fiercely, and in just a moment, dense cold sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.Song Zhulan's face was as pale as paper, even with liquid foundation on.

There was a burning sensation in the stomach, which was still churning, and Song Zhulan even felt that he could smell the sour taste in his throat.

The review materials in his hands were tightly pinched and deformed, and the sweat in his palms penetrated the paper.

"Are you okay!" Jiang Xiaofeng asked worriedly with sharp eyes, "I'll tell the director to take you to the central hospital. The stomach medicine is here!"

"No need," Song Zhulan wiped off the sweat with a makeup remover cotton to prevent sweat from staining the makeup.

Because of the severe pain, his voice was weak, but his hands were still steady.

Looking at Jiang Xiaofeng with light brown eyes, Song Zhulan smiled, took the stomach medicine and warm water.His hands were shaking so badly that it took him several times to swallow the pills.

Seeing that Song Zhulan took the medicine, Wen Xiaofeng's expression has not yet calmed down: "It will take time for the stomach medicine to work, what are you going to do now? Find a place to lie down for a while."

"I'm fine. It's the first day I came to the set. It's not good to have such a big battle." Song Zhulan waved his hand slightly, his voice was very soft, "This medicine works quickly, and now it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Really? Don't be brave." Jiang Xiaofeng was dubious, but Song Zhulan's face seemed to be getting better, and he stopped sweating, so he only gave a warning.

"You must tell me if you have something to do. Your body is very important. How old are you?"

"Don't worry, Brother Xiaofeng," Song Zhulan said, "Don't you know me yet? If it really hurts, you definitely won't say it."

Song Zhulan, the original body, was notoriously afraid of pain. When filming in the past, she would yell "ka" for a small cut on her body, and she was so delicate.This point has also been repeatedly scolded by black fans, saying that as an actor, he "is not dedicated, does not care about his work, and only wants to make quick money."

Stomach pain is fatal, but it is much more serious than daily abrasions. With Song Zhulan's personality, it is really difficult to bear the pain.

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard the words, he felt relieved, sat back in his seat, and watched Song Zhulan endorse.

But he was a little short-sighted, and he didn't see Song Zhulan's hand holding the page clearly, trembling slightly.

——It hurts, it hurts too much.

In the last days, Song Zhulan walked several times before the gate of hell, but never felt such pain.

This is different from a cut or a gunshot wound, like someone cutting open the brain with a blunt knife, and the dull pain spreads from the forehead to the whole brain, over and over again, without letting people stop.

His hands were shaking, and his whole body was shaking.The stomach medicine was far from effective, and for the next few 10 minutes, he could only get through it by himself.

Song Zhulan took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on the information.

Holding the pen, he copied the original text on a blank piece of paper.The first few words were slightly out of shape, but the latter quickly returned to his usual chic handwriting.

The stomachache didn't ease, but Song Zhulan didn't look different anymore.

He starts to feel safe.

He never showed his weakness, which is the same as the meaningless smile that often hangs on his face, probably due to habit.

Song Zhulan couldn't remember when he developed this terrible habit, it might have been in the endless apocalypse, or it might have been earlier.

In short, he hates exposing his true situation to the public, as if he handed the enemy a dagger with his own hands and told him to cut his own artery.

The dull pain in the stomach hit Song Zhulan's nerves one after another. The pills did not relieve the pain much, but intensified the feeling of nausea.

The words in front of him blurred one by one, breaking into pieces in his mind.

Song Zhulan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and managed to regain some sanity.

The author of the original work doesn't like the character of Song Zhulan, and all related settings are extremely ruthless, showing no mercy.

But this pain is nothing compared to the beasts, famine and death that is close at hand.

Song Zhulan exhaled lightly, and there was still a lingering smell of blood between his lips and teeth.

He once earned himself a broad road on the verge of death, climbing from an unknown person to a position that attracted much attention.

You can live your life the way you want now.

All other difficulties are nothing more than that.

Song Zhulan smiled, then went back to do her own thing.

In the huge studio, no one noticed this smile.

Except for a camera hanging in the corner, it quietly recorded everything.

The boy's smile was extremely standard, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But his lips were bright red, his eyes were piercing, and there was an indescribable strangeness and coercion.