Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

Judging from the attitude of the boss, Mo Bajue can only be regarded as a half-way monk layman at best, and his external conditions are more than superior than inferior, and he has no characteristics at all except dullness and bad words, let alone even the slightest decent talent. shot.

So, the next day, when he was sitting behind his desk, sipping coffee leisurely, and picking up the newspaper prepared by his secretary, he was suddenly stunned by the huge photo of Layman on the headline.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Du Yan coughed and took out a tissue to wipe the newspaper, but the result was getting worse and worse. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the cover of another popular magazine was also his photo, so he hurriedly took it to read.

"name."Star" headline: NPC rookie show, superstar in my heart.

Full-page interview of "New Moon and Starlight": When the soul is lost in the desert, the miracle has come——record the throbbing moment of staring.

"Entertainment Circle" Discussion Forum: A lot of money to build high-quality sportsmen, is the era of handsome boys gone?

……

Du Yan pressed the phone while rubbing the center of his brows, and there was the voice of NICK screaming, "Who's fucking that! Busy!"

It could be heard that he was taking a body class, Du Yan didn't talk nonsense, "Let that newcomer come and see me."

"I am also waiting for the show after the show, we are not free!"

Snapped.

Du Yan sat in the empty office, staring at the phone in his hand.

"No time, no time, no time! Anyone who dares to disturb me will be beaten to death!"

NICK stood on the side directing and directing, a pile of clothes greeted Mo Bajue, he simply turned off the phone, held the broomstick at the door in his hand, and looked fiercely, "Hey, what kind of clothes are you? The British style is from last year. Okay?...French is last year last year! Are you a fashionista, idiot!"

The young intern MM bit her handkerchief and burst into tears.

NICK roared for a while, then suddenly paused, rushed to Mo Bajue and asked out of breath, "Can you sing?"

"..." Mo Bajue was arranging the cuffs of his coat, and when he heard this, he turned his head slightly to look at him.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and Nick immediately felt his heart tremble, and he couldn't help drooling and wanted to pounce on him, "Handsome guy, you shocked me again...Wow!"

Relying on his height and long arms, Mo Bajue covered his head with one hand and controlled him out of the safe range, no matter how much he flopped, he couldn't hug his waist, and said lightly, "Probably... Bar."

"Can sing?" NICK automatically deleted the restrictions behind, his eyes lit up, "Sing a few lines for me now, maybe we can make a single..."

Mo Bajue raised his eyebrows, coughed lightly, and really sang slowly.

For three days in a row, NICK felt his legs go weak whenever he saw Mo Bajue open his mouth.

Mo Bajue was very puzzled by this, "What's wrong with you?"

From the moment he opened his mouth, NICK withdrew to the wall in an instant. Seeing that he had no intention of singing, he relaxed, and said with a bitter face, "I just realized that military songs are really so heroic."

Even the aunt who was sweeping the floor outside the door was so shocked that she slipped, and her old waist has not recovered yet.

Mo Bajue was also a little sorry, "...I can only sing two kinds of songs."

"What about the other?"

"Children's song."

"..."

A week of racing against time actually passed quickly. The night before the show started, NICK specially gave Bajue a full range of skin care, and watched him drink up the specially prepared sleeping tea before leaving Mo's house.

Although the apartment has been applied for, there is still a process to be approved. Now Mo Bajue can only live in Brother Mo's house. Although the room is small, it is still enough for two single men to live in.

Brother Mo leaned against the door frame and smiled helplessly, "Look at you, you've become so busy all of a sudden. I haven't seen you work hard since you were a child. It's really uncomfortable to see you like this."

Mo Bajue lowered his head and smiled, and simply lay down on the bed, relaxing his whole body, "It's not as scary as I thought in the past if I change my way of life."

"...Xiao Ba."

"Ok?"

"Just be happy, and anything else is not your burden."

"……Um."

"...Xiao Ba."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Ni...has a car?"

"Ah."

"My friend from the butcher shop said that he would send me [-] catties of fresh pork tomorrow. It happens to be at the market not far from the A&M building. You can ask him to get it back for me."

"..."

Because I went to bed very early the night before, and it was rare to wake up naturally the next day, Mo Bajue's mental state is rare for many days, and he feels much more comfortable. Looking at the time, the distance from the start of the program There is still a period of time, this kind of celebrity interview talkshow is usually held in the prime time after dinner, but now it is only a little after two o'clock, and NICK has not come yet.

Brother Mo is on duty today, and he won’t be back until midnight, but before he leaves, he also encourages Mo Bajue very energetically. Bajue couldn’t laugh or cry at the parental demeanor of cheering his children on at the sports meeting, and hurriedly waved his hand to urge him left.

He was used to being busy during this period, and suddenly he was idle, even if it was only for a few hours, it made him a little at a loss.

Turn on the TV, remembering that NICK has repeatedly told this old-fashioned TV that the radiation is too strong to damage the skin, and then turn it off with a headache.I walked around the kitchen a few times, but found that there was no food at home, and I was eating work meals at the company, and I don't know how Brother Mo solved it alone.

Suddenly, I felt like a trapped animal, circling around in such a narrow space, but couldn't get out no matter what.

Bored, Mo Bajue lay back on the sofa again, but the sofa was too short, and a long part of his leg was exposed outside.The sofa was leaning against the window, and the sunlight came in through layers of curtains. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and time flowed quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, and a string of strange white numbers appeared on the black mirror.

The phone was given to him by NICK. Except for NICK and Brother Mo, no one else should know his number.Mo Bajue pressed the answer button casually, his voice still a little lazy, "NICK?"

"..." There was a long silence on the phone, only the slight sound of breathing.

Mo Bajue frowned puzzledly, "Excuse me..."

beep-

There was a rapid disconnection sound, and the other party hung up the phone directly.

Bajue stared at the phone for a while, sighed weakly, put the phone in his pocket, and soon, the doorbell rang again.

He got up to open the door, and saw NICK standing at the door and waving at him, "Let's go to dinner first, and then go directly to the radio station."

"Did you call me just now?"

"Huh? Nope."

"Oh."

Probably a typo.

Mo Bajue lowered his eyes, pulled the coat off the hanger, and thought while putting on his shoes, that kind of breathing sounds like An Ran is angry.

When?Even the frequency of his breathing was silently recorded.

I went to a high-end western restaurant for dinner, Mo Bajue didn't like it, but NICK insisted that artists must be familiar with various dining etiquette, although Bajue suspected that he was just greedy.

The speed of eating is very fast, and the habit developed over the years, even with an unfamiliar knife and fork, Bajue can quickly clean up the food within a few minutes, and the movements are decent, without any embarrassment.

For this skill, NICK was dumbfounded and praised repeatedly with envy, saying that he could take a lot of advantage during dinner parties like this, and never considered the fact that people only have one stomach.

Ba Jue looked at NICK with his head down and devoured it like a puppy, and asked casually, bored, "By the way, what's your Chinese name?"

NICK choked on the red wine and coughed fiercely, "cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Bajue handed him a tissue in silence.

"You, why do you even think of asking this?"

"It just suddenly occurred to me that I don't know your real name yet, and I feel very awkward."

NIKC muttered softly, "...%￥&%..."

Bajue raised his eyebrows, "What?"

NICK's face was almost stuck on the plate, "I said my name is ￥#%#￥..."

"……Oh."

I was speechless all the way.

It was still early when we arrived at the studio, and everyone looked more relaxed. A few gossiping staff gathered together to gossip, and of course the center was the newcomer who had recently become famous.

"My father's sister-in-law's second aunt's third cousin's eldest son is a co-star in the production of <The Road to Nowhere>. I heard that Mo Bajue was originally a farmer. It's really lucky."

"My ancestors also planted land, why didn't it come to me, alas..."

"The same person doesn't have the same fate. Besides, do you have that face? It's so beautiful that I can't say anything. My girlfriend cuts out almost all his photos and forces me to face her with a side face every day. It is said that it is the curvature of the chin. It's very similar, come here, come and appraise it..."

"Well, don't tell me, the circle of flesh on the chin looks like the necklace he wore that day..."

"roll!"

"Speaking of which, this person really has no background? The manager is that NICK, the biggest manager of NPC."

"Is it? Doesn't it look like a kid?"

"I heard that he is surprisingly reliable, but he is very mysterious. His name is never revealed. People in the industry only know his name is NICK..."

"Uh, is your surname Ni? Nick? Don't people like to use homonyms for their English names?"

"But I heard it's a three-letter name..."

"Where did you hear so much?"

"Nick..."

"A Song, why are you standing over there biting the door frame?"

Everyone turned their heads suddenly, and saw a cute young man with slightly curly hair standing behind them like a spirit behind them, with a dark face biting the door frame and gnawing desperately, while Mo Bajue had just returned from the vegetable market next door, with a still in his hand. Carrying thirty catties of pork, his face was inexplicable.

Nick...loose.

puff.

I don't know who couldn't help laughing, just heard a click, NICK bit a piece of sawdust on the door frame fiercely, several people shook their bodies immediately, and immediately scattered with their heads in their hands.

The beginning of joy is half the success. Under the entertainment effect brought by NICK's real name, the program group smiled like constipation until the broadcast started, and made fart-like puffing sounds from time to time.

NICK squatted in the corner and refused to come out to meet people, Mo Bajue sat in the chair in the dressing room and smiled helplessly, "It's really nothing, isn't Ni Kesong very nice?"

"Go to hell."

"Maybe your parents want you to be President of the United States."

"Death to the president."

"I think it sounds good, really."

"..." NICK turned his head silently, his round eyes were watery, "Really?"

Mo Bajue nodded calmly, and said slowly, "...Pfft."

NICK looked at his smiling face and instantly burst into tears.