Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

The press conference for the "Running Road" movie was set at [-]:[-] p.m. the next day, and the venue was a large venue in a hotel in N City.

Due to the turmoil of changing roles, the number of media reporters who arrived this time was astonishing, which can basically be described as unprecedented. The director Chen Lin, who had never seen such a big battle, couldn't stand the nervous sweat. .

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still three or ten minutes before the press conference, but none of the important people had arrived.

An Ran's big name is used to showing up on time every time, which is understandable, but why is the other protagonist of the scandal also late?Is it also playing big names?

Chen Lin had a headache and wanted to hit the wall.

The little assistant smiled reassuringly at the side, "There are still three to ten minutes, it won't be so soon, we came early."

Even the host hadn't arrived yet, and the venue had just been set up.

Chen Lin turned around anxiously, "I, I'm worried about making a mistake! That piece of wood makes trouble every time, and it's not my fault...and I don't know why I'm always terrified, you said it couldn't be that or something What about NICK? I heard that NPC started from the underworld..."

"..." The little assistant's face froze for a moment, and he explained patiently, "The NPC is absolutely innocent, and I just received a message from NICK, who said that he had negotiated a contract with Brother Bajue, and today is considered to be an official contract with him. When meeting with the media, you must carefully prepare, and to put it bluntly, it has nothing to do with the crew for the time being, and you may only be present when the media are free to visit."

Chen Lin was stunned for a moment, "Why did the NPC contact you? I'm the director, right?"

"Uh..." The little assistant rolled his eyes, "It's probably because the call to you didn't go through, and the signal in the hotel probably isn't good."

Chen Lin asked suspiciously, "Really? What's the brand of your mobile phone?"

"...A gift from a friend, I don't know too well."

"Oh..." Chen Lin finally heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly glanced at the reporters and media pouring in from outside, "Do you think I should be more amiable or calm and serious later? Actually, I think I His face is still very suitable for people who are a little more unpredictable, after all, after so many years of mixing, no matter how you say it, you have to come up with a respectable feel..."

"Believe me, you are more respectable when you smile." Someone behind him said coldly.

"Really?" Chen Lin's eyes lit up, and he turned his head suddenly, "Ah... Great, Great God? You came so early today..."

Looking left and right, he didn't see the tall figure. An Ran was not in a good mood at the moment, and his eyelids didn't lift, "Wrinkled face, more conspicuous when you smile, they will sympathize with you."

Chen Lin lowered his head depressedly, and turned to look at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was really more protective of his own director, "Actually, it's not that deep."

"!!!" Chen Lin raised his tail and shook violently.

"But it's better to smile less."

"...Will you die if you don't say the latter sentence?"

"I will die." Xiao Wu said aggrievedly, "I will suffocate to death."

No matter what, the crew is almost complete. Seeing that the time is approaching, the important members of the crew are ready to appear.

An Ran is wearing a well-tailored silver-gray windbreaker today, with a white neckline slightly open, and a tie hanging loosely on his chest. With short messy hair, he looks casual and lazy. His every move is elegant and seductive, like an arrogant prince, waiting for others After everyone was seated, they walked over leisurely, pulled up the chair and sat down, with long legs stacked on top of each other, and the chin slightly raised in a beautiful arc.

The little assistant had already informed the host that Mo Bajue would be late, so he made a gesture in the background, and it was almost ready to start.

At the same time, the lights in the design room of the NPC building were on almost all night, and NICK dragged his tired body and collapsed on the sofa with a long sigh of relief, cheering, "It's finally done."

Mo Bajue stood in the middle of the room surrounded by mirrors, letting the designer take care of the last details on him, slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the almost unfamiliar man in the mirror, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his pupils were dark, his face All cold and indifferent.

"Have you understood the rhetoric just explained?" NICK rubbed his face, jumped up from the sofa, walked up to him and looked at him seriously, "It's good to leave most of the things to me then, you There is not much to say, but the only thing you must remember is that one sentence, you know?"

"Remember." Mo Bajue withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, "An Ran and I are just friends."

NICK looked at Mo Bajue with a somewhat complicated expression, and always felt that he was not as indifferent as he showed, but when he thought about it carefully, he took it for granted.

In this circle, men and men are not only friends, but also enemies, what else can they be?

What else can see the light?

NICK cheered himself up, smiled cutely, and stretched out his hand to him with dimples, "Then, let's go!"

At 16:30, the host began to introduce the guests present. The crew stood and sat again. Chen Lin tried his best to keep his smile on a friendly and not old scale, and his palms were sweating again from exhaustion.

At 16:35, the crew began to chat about the pre-filming of "The Road to Nowhere" and the progress so far, and officially announced that the male protagonist of this movie will always belong to An Ran, which led to the whole story of the original role change.

At 16:45, Chen Lin began to explain the reason from the beginning to the end. It was nothing more than considering that An Ran was injured, so he planned to change roles, but underestimated the professionalism of the great god.

Shen Cheng, the manager of the great god who accompanied the audience, added with a smile, "I was opposed to shooting action movies at the beginning, so I just decided to change roles and called reporters in a hurry, lest they go back on their word. I didn't expect to underestimate the director and actor The degree of stubbornness, let them win back." Finally, he showed a helpless look at the right time.

Chen Lin smiled at the camera as if making an advertisement, "It was only after changing roles that I realized that no one can replace An Ran."

At the same time, on the road not far from the hotel, a red sports car sped up and stopped at the hotel gate. A cute young man jumped out of the car, walked around to the back seat and opened the door.

Slender legs wrapped in a pair of black trousers stepped out of the car.

16:55, the press conference is coming to an end.

The reporter has already begun to move around for the subsequent free visits, but there is always an empty chair at the table.The host looked gloomy, and was about to announce the end of the press conference, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall and tall figure standing by the stage, and he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

NICK stood beside Mo Bajue, compared to his calmness, he seemed extremely nervous, taking deep breaths continuously.

The host winked at him, ready to—

NICK swallowed his saliva and shook his head desperately: Not ready yet!

This guy is a newcomer, and there are always situations. The time is tight and there is no time to train. If you make a wrong step, you will be ruined... In the past few years as a manager, this is the first time that he is so nervous, and his back is covered in cold sweat.

The host blinked desperately, preparing to—

NICK bit his sleeve in horror, "Wait, wait a second, I'll slowly..."

Mo Bajue seemed a little puzzled, lowered his head slightly, frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

The host finally got impatient, twitched the corners of his mouth, and prepared to—

The slender figure beside him had passed him and walked up, Nick opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The host intentionally showed a look of surprise and said to the reporters in the audience, "Welcome to our other protagonist of this press conference now, I believe everyone must be very curious about everything about him..."

The group of reporters finally couldn't help commotion, whispering together, everyone stretched their necks to look at the backstage, and even the guests on the stage couldn't help looking over.

The first thing that appeared in front of everyone was a hand.

It leans lightly on the door frame leading to the backstage, with well-defined joints and clean lines. Each of the slender fingers is like a masterpiece of God, perfect, and under the wheat-colored skin, a firm grip can Sultry... For the circle full of soft and beautiful teenagers, this is a rare, purely masculine hand that contains the strength and momentum that are eager to explode.

Shockingly beautiful.

The venue was so quiet that even the sound of swallowing saliva was extremely loud. Everyone present couldn't help holding their breath, staring at the hand for a moment.

In the next second, the man's five fingers tightened suddenly, and his long legs stepped forward, appearing in front of everyone abruptly but calmly.

The three-dimensional cut black windbreaker has distinct lines, and the half-length design highlights his slender physique. From the shoulders to the waistline, every inch hides a force that cannot be ignored.The collar of the white shirt with dark patterns was wide open, revealing a broad wheat-colored chest. Under the noble and alienated attire, it set off his handsome and unruly perfect face.

The temples are cut like knives, the eyebrows are painted like ink, and the jaw line is clear and smooth. It extends from the Adam's apple to the deep collarbone, and then to the faint chest cavity. With his rising and falling, he can easily take away the breath of others.

The only thing that has not changed is his pupils. Even if he looks at the countless news media who are standing up in the audience, his expression is still indifferent.The eyelashes were thick and slender, and when they drooped slightly, two faint shadows appeared, but there was a faint brilliance between the brows, and the blue sea and sky seemed to be reflected in the black eyes.

The pupils are pitch black, without waves or ripples.

He walked to his place on the stage step by step, the hem of his clothes moved slightly with his long legs until he sat down silently, but he was not as restrained as the rest of the crew, nor as reckless as An Ran.

He just leaned back on the back of the soft chair lightly, resting his jaw with his hands, with an indifferent expression.The simple action made all the reporters present think of such words——

Like a majestic king, looking down on the world.