Natural anti-bone [entertainment circle]

Bugu knew that if the allergies on her face were not healed in one day, it would be useless to go anywhere, but it would take at least three months to raise her face, and her life was getting worse every day.You can't just waste it by doing nothing during this period, right?

So, she thought of the power of the Internet. The various traffic brought by the Internet is a double-edged sword. If used well, it can turn an ordinary person into a celebrity, and a careless move can also make a popular star suffer from public opinion. The thorn fell to the altar.

Before that, she didn’t put much effort into managing Twitter. She only posted a few audio clips and photos of her life, and gained a lot of fans who liked her. Read all the articles, reply occasionally, it feels good to be liked and cared about, which is one of the reasons why she wants to become a star.

This time I registered an account on a Korean website, Bugu has already thought about it, and I have to do it well. I can’t post a version of ten and a half minutes without recording like before. If possible, I can post a video. Also give it a whole, so seriously, it must be more popular than Twitter.

(Twitter fans: Zai Zai, your audio is very nice, but the most important thing for us is to lick our faces!)

Bugu prepared a lot for this, and spent a huge sum of money to buy a guitar, condenser microphone, camera and other necessary items. Everything is ready and only owes Dongfeng.

The first single video is relatively simple.

The cover of the video is a painting I painted casually. In the whole video, there is only the picture of myself showing the position from the chin to the collarbone. The first piece is Future?bass titled "Chanse?after?light", no need to use a guitar, So the only troublesome part of this video is adding subtitles to every line she sings.It took Bugu nearly two days to finish all this and the recording. On the morning of June 6th, after the school team finished the video, Bugu rubbed his hands with anticipation, and then pressed the button to contribute, his eyes widened. Staring at the webpage without blinking, it reacted, and then a video marked as pending review appeared below the blank personal account interface.

At 4:2 p.m. that day, Bugu’s video finally passed the review. On the clean and blank submission interface, a video that he hand-painted as the cover appeared. Excited, Bugu ran around the small apartment three times, feeling that time had passed It's been long enough, and I ran back to the screen in anticipation and held the mouse to refresh the interface. The bright eyes lost their luster, and the elegant right-angled shoulders also collapsed: [-] minutes without a single click!

Then she decided not to go anywhere, and sat on the chair with anger to refresh dozens of times in 3 minutes. As a result, the cruel reality drained her into bones without marrow. During this period, it only increased by one click.And that click may still be her own.

It was completely different from what she had expected, the ambition was defeated by the reality, Bu Gu Nu ordered a fried chicken and turned on the TV in the apartment, alas, forget it for now, let's watch a TV series for a while to suppress the shock?

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At 7:[-] p.m., Bugu was sitting on the sofa with snacks in his hands, immersed in the plot of the dog blood TV series.

This time is the beginning of most Korean nightlife.

It's a pity that Quan Zhilong, who was preparing for the new album and stayed in the studio for an afternoon, had no time to go out to play. He turned off the phone calls from his friends one after another. Rubbing between the eyebrows.

The song, which was progressing smoothly at the beginning, finally got stuck in a critical place.

In the past, when encountering such a situation, he would choose to turn on YouTube or WOW, find some songs and listen to them. Doing so can not only relax his body, but also help stimulate his own inspiration.

It was the same this time. He first logged on to the trumpet, and clicked on the watch list, where there were musicians he followed. One of them was a bit special, and his ID was Good. This was the object of his attention a few months ago.

It is not necessarily true that she is a musician. To be more specific, the other party should be a Twitter celebrity, because the other party uploads more life photos than a few sporadic audios. Finding works in her tweets is like finding a needle in a haystack.To be honest, who doesn't like beauties, and they still have such an amazing and unforgettable appearance. The first time I pay attention to people is because of their appearance.But later on, she is also one of the people who can inspire me the most, so it is not an exaggeration to call her a muse.

Why do you say that?

Because Quan Zhilong accidentally clicked on an audio of her that was less than 1 minute long. Only then did I know that it was still too early to draw a conclusion.

Quan Zhilong still remembers that moment when the pores of his body opened up, like the first sip of X-star soda he drank in the hot summer, the trembling that spread from the tailbone to all the limbs, the light After listening to this for more than a minute, countless inspirations became gorgeous fireworks flying and exploding in his mind. On that day, Quan Zhilong never left the gate of the studio.

Since then, Quan Zhilong used the trumpet to climb up every now and then. The reason he found for himself was to inspire inspiration. However, when people posted pictures and dynamics that were not related to the audio, he still rushed to them as soon as he saw them. In the past, likes, it seems to have become a member of the opponent's fans.

The big star probably didn't expect that one day, he would become a fan of a Twitter celebrity. This feeling is quite novel, and it's not bad.

It has become a habit to crawl through the other party’s Twitter every day. Quan Zhilong flipped through it and found that the latest tweet of the other party was still a week ago. It’s strange. Although Good doesn’t tweet every day, there is still a frequency of once every three days. It's been too long this time, making people a little worried, Quan Zhilong frowned, and couldn't help but click into the other party's private message.

The blank and clean interface means that he has never sent a private message.

【What’s wrong with you?are you sick? 】

When he came to his senses, this message had already been sent out and could not be received back. His earlobe blushed from his belated embarrassment. He covered his feverish face and stared at this message for a long time. The other party neither read nor read it. back.Quan Zhilong suddenly thought that the other party was also a famous person, so he substituted himself. If a fan sent him a private message, he would be grateful for her liking, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he would not reply, so it would be the same for good Bar?

Thinking of this, he made an annoyed sound, clicked the mouse frantically, and exited the Twitter interface. Without the private message interface, he acted as Quan Zhilong, who had never sent a message, picked up the water glass and took a big sip of water to relieve the embarrassment Feeling overwhelmed, he turned to the WOW website, and casually clicked on a song on the latest update in the music area, seemingly listening to the song, but actually propped his chin in a daze.

The moment the prelude to the music came from the speakers bought with a lot of money, he was surrounded by the atmosphere of the song, and a light flashed in his casual eyes. This kind of shock that can only appear in Good's audio made him Standing up and leaning forward slightly, he pricked up his ears seriously.

What's going on, this inexplicable familiarity?

When the other party sang the first sentence, Quan Zhilong's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up. His face without makeup was fair, with smooth lines, without the blessing of stage makeup, and his mouth curled into a smile full of youthful looks.

Quan Zhilong, who played all the audio of Good repeatedly, pulled one corner of his mouth, and his expression became playful.

"Good~ I caught you. The reason for not updating Twitter is because I found a new toy? Did you come to Korea?"

Really looking forward to meeting you, if possible.

Repeatedly playing the video, Quan Zhilong habitually clicked a heart on the music video she released. He forgot that he had changed to a different website, and hadn't switched accounts just now.At this time, the VIPs who followed him while diving exploded, and Bugu's unattended account instantly flooded with tens of thousands of melon eaters.

By the time he realized it, it was too late, wouldn't it be too deliberate to cancel after clicking?Forget it, he simply reposted Bugu's video, pretending to be simply posting and sharing good music to everyone.This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. When he encounters a good song, he will click to share it to let his fans know what song he is listening to recently. It is the same this time. The fans who rushed here and the people who eat melon , Spoiled the other party's account, found nothing special, the only video posted only showed the other party's dark clothes and a chin, nothing can be seen.Furthermore, the quality of the song is excellent, and the timbre is particularly catchy, and the listeners are all fascinated, so they believe that Quan Zhilong is simply sharing.

Quan Zhilong, who has a special feeling for Bugu, pays attention to everyone's reactions with a guilty conscience, and finds that the crisis has been lifted, so he clicks on the song single to play it again, shaking his head intoxicatedly following the beat of the song, and the inspiration of running away is also coming to him coming at a gallop.

Bugu, who is still obsessed with the bloody plot in the TV series, doesn't know that the music video he left behind has become a hit.

Every refresh click on the video is increasing rapidly.

The name Bone, together with GD, climbed into the hot search trend.

Netizens who came here because of hot searches or likes by Quan Zhilong fell into her works full of artistic conception and atmosphere one by one.

Wiping away tears with a tissue, Bugu, who got sleepy from watching TV and went to sleep, slept carefree under the quilt.She didn't know how many netizens who had listened to her song but couldn't find the source of the sound were running around frantically this night.