Inner entertainment first vase

Ke Yu's heart sank—it was on the hot search again.He hadn't understood whether Ying Yin's WeChat message full of exclamation marks was good or bad, the door was slammed open, Sheng Guoer broke in panting, swallowed hard and stared at him in horror: "Teacher Ke——"

On the illuminated tablet is the Weibo interface.

Ke Yu half-raised her hand to stop her, and said to the landlord: "Wait a minute, please call me again in 10 minutes." After hanging up on Mai Anyan, he asked calmly, "What's the matter?" He beckoned and ordered her to hand over the tablet.

He was methodical, but Sheng Guoer's trembling fingertips were cold.

Mai Anyan's voice almost exploded in his ear: "Ke Yu!!!! What did you do!!!!"

Ke Yu frowned, held the phone two centimeters away from his ear, and touched the screen with one hand—the interface lit up again, and the topic of #科禾Mr.island# was the most searched topic, followed by a crimson explosion.

"What is the Buenos Aires Association? When did you shoot the film? Who is Sean? Cesc fucking wants to work with you!" Mai Anyan wandered around the office with his waist in his arms, with excitement on his face Mixed with gnashing of teeth, assistant Nancy pushed the swivel chair to see all directions and listen to all directions, so as to ensure that she could receive her boss's ass at any time.

Ke Yu was dumbfounded by the question, but still calmly scanned the hot search list, followed by #Buenos Aires Director Imaging Association#, #sean#, #科禁死伤#, #赛斯克#, #科香Sheng Guoer has already counted a series of topics such as Acting Skills#, and Ke Yu alone has twelve of them on the hot search.

Mai Anyan chattered incoherently, and Ke Yu's cold voice sounded: "Xiaoyan, calm down."

"Fuck, don't—" It still hung up.Mai Anyan fell limply onto the chair, and Nan Xi held water in one hand and medicine in the other: "Boss Happy Event, look carefully, it's a happy event."

Mai Anyan raised his head and supported his forehead, and the three work mobile phones vibrated together with Nancy's. In the large conference room outside, all the executive brokers, editors, operations, and businessmen were all treated seriously, and voices came and went: Thank you for your concern, we are also very surprised , Mr. Ke is on the set, please wait patiently for the follow-up cooperation.

An uncontrollable low laugh burst out of her chest, and gradually became a wild laugh. Nancy watched calmly, thinking to herself, her boss is crazy.

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With a very shallow breath, Ke Yu has already prepared his mental health.Click on the "explosive" article, the whistleblower is a personal account, with only one picture, which is a screenshot of Cesc's Twitter, and a link to the trailer is hung in the copy.

Sean...Ke Yu subconsciously made a sound, which is almost the same pronunciation as "Shang".

The number of retweets and comments exploded, and even the first hot comment had [-] internal likes.

The hot comment read: "I'm a fan, but is this really our fucking island? Please don't wake me up if tomorrow is the end of the world"

The following are followed by queuing to refresh the screen:

"Really! I thought I was blind!!"

"I rely on the world to change me!! Humble fans tremble online"

"I'm different! I had my mom slap me! It hurts!!!"

Of course, there are also doubts, such as "laughing, what kind of pheasant award is Buenos Aires? Fans don't think that the longer the name, the higher the status", but after following more than 3000 floors, they basically replied: "Yes. It’s Cesc who doesn’t even understand you, you know the king.”

There are also serious popular science:

"The Film and Television Association was established in 1976. From its original intention to aesthetics, it is its mission to deviate from the Oscars and experiment with independent innovations. Unfortunately, they are also affectionately called "the Oscars of the independent film industry" by the masses." This comment The most harmonious, the following is all hahaha.

"Have you watched the video?" Ke Yu asked calmly, sliding the screen.

"Look and see!"

Ke Yu hooked her lips: "Don't stutter."

"I've seen it!" Sheng Guoer finally woke up from the excitement of sleepwalking, her whole body trembled violently, her eyes were bright and almost moist: "Brother, you acted really well, really, you acted so well..."

"Don't cry." Ke Yu raised her eyes to look at her, and smiled, "Why are you still crying?" It's fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, Sheng Guoer covered her face with sobs, tears wet her fingers, she The shoulders kept shaking, and in the hard breathing, it was not so much a thirst for oxygen, but it was better to say that after years of abuse, disappointment, bad-mouthing and sarcasm, I finally found an outlet.

The sound of the trailer sounded in the silent lounge.

"I still remember the first time I followed Sister Fei, I just wondered why the stairs were so long, dark, long, and damp."

"From Eastern Province to Yunnan, there are many tunnels and caves. At that time, I felt like a bat."

"The blue pill is addictive, but the effect is getting slower and shorter. The first time I took two pills in a row, I was so dizzy that I was only 22 years old while I was doing it."

"Hey, look, no matter how mediocre I am, it doesn't hinder the beauty of this night."

On a beautiful night, he walked through the alleys filled with fireworks; on a bright white day, he stayed expressionless behind the counter of the store.The title of the movie "Boring" appeared at the end of the credits. When she saw AfilmbySean&Mr.island, Ke Yu slightly pursed her lips.

"It's a big trouble." He sighed softly.

Dishonest little brat.

The landlord dialed in on time, "Mr. Mu, what do you say in your lawyer's letter? Let me tell you first, if you do something illegal in my house—"

Ke Yu interrupted him: "Take it apart and read."

The landlord choked, opened the envelope with a murmur, and mechanically read intermittently: "Hong Kong Yongcheng Law Firm was entrusted by Mr. Shang Lu...according to Articles 110 and 101 of my country's "General Principles of Civil Law"...for infringement of your rights Name rights, portrait rights, reputation rights, honor rights...Mr. Shang Lu is deeply sorry, if you are willing...provide a private settlement plan as follows..."

Ke Yu listened expressionlessly. When he mentioned 500 million, the landlord's tone changed, and so did his eyes.After reading a letter from the beginning to the end, Ke Yu sneered, what is dishonest, it turned out that he committed the crime knowingly——

"Call me the lawyer."

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The black carbon feather arrow hits the American hunting bow, takes a deep breath, pushes the bow and pulls the string—the string is full of arrows, the sound of breaking wind, the arrow goes straight into the bright yellow bull's-eye, and the arrow feathers buzz and vibrate.

Phytophthora lowered the handle of his bow, and the back muscles wrapped under the sports T-shirt went from tense to slack.

Cesc's forwarding disrupted all his expectations. Fortunately, he used an English name, which is unknown to most people except very close friends.When the instructor called, he joked: "My friends are always asking who Sean is, but you're fine, don't ask in mainland China." By the way, he also complained about the traffic brought by the old man's blind forwarding.

"Buying doesn't like being overexposed, and the voting is tonight, which is not a good thing for you." The tutor murmured and comforted him, "Being shortlisted means affirmation, so don't pay too much attention to the result."

Shanglu understands.The carnival of traffic is the most severe negation of this short film.Popularity and award-winning are antinomies for cloth shadow works.If the original chance of winning was 90%, it is almost equal to zero now.

Uncle Ming picked up the arrow and came back, "120 rings." His young master was not surprised, his heartbeat and breathing were calm as usual in this extremely high-precision sport.He asked probingly with a smile: "I wonder if there is any chance in this life to see the day when you miss?"

Shang Lu smiled, his personal phone vibrated, and Shang Mingbao's English name "babe" was displayed on it.He threw the beautiful hunting bow to Uncle Ming, and took off his finger guard.The Bluetooth headset hangs up, "Hello."

Shang Mingbao screamed, "Shang Lu, you bastard! You promised me not to ask Ke Yu to make a movie!!!"

The hand that could pull a fifty-pound bow without changing its expression froze. Uncle Ming watched his young master hold the water glass still for a long time. After a long while, the man who always said it was hesitant: "...you say it again—who Is it Ke Yu?"