I became the nemesis "Sister Station" [Entertainment Circle]

Ji Shiran returned to his room angrily, and checked the time after eleven o'clock and almost twelve o'clock.

He curled his lips, and couldn't help complaining: Lin Xiao is out of his mind, and he brought breakfast to people at noon?

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he met Yang Le when he went downstairs to eat.

The two were together.

Ji Shiran couldn't help teasing him, "Brother Le, you'll be dead enough to sleep tonight."

"Ah? What's the matter?" Yang Le looked puzzled.

Ji Shiran said: "Last night I had something to look for you, and I knocked on the door for more than ten minutes, but I didn't wake you up."

"Ah, no way..." Yang Le scratched his head, "I feel like I'm a light sleeper, which door did you knock on?"

"3608."

"Hey! That's not because I slept and died, but because you knocked on the wrong door. I'm not 3608. I'm at 3607 opposite it." Yang Le laughed when he heard this, "By the way, why did you come to see me at night?"

Ji Shiran greeted Duan Xiuyuan in his heart while maintaining a smile on his face, "It's all right."

When he found time to question Duan Xiuyuan, the latter's posture of playing with the mobile phone remained the same, but raised his single eyelid slightly, and let out a casual "oh".

"I remembered wrong."

Ji Shiran: "..."

Ahhh!The dog is farther than Duan Xiu, I will kill you!

……

Ji Shiran went back to the room angrily, took out the photo of Duan Xiuyuan that was secretly taken yesterday from the angle of Reuters, and started photoshopping.

Make your face rounder, your neck shorter, your waist thicker, hum...

Ji Shiran messed around, and then boarded the station sister's account and posted a blog directly.

I just want to post ugly photos of Duan, huh, let's scold them all!Sister shit station, it's not appropriate, destroy it!

Ji Shiran's army of millions of fans arrived soon——

【Ahhh!Duan Duan is so handsome, I love it so much! 】

【Husband, this Pacific wide shoulder hehe...】

[Bao'er, you know how to shoot! 】

"???"

Ji Shiran looked at the phone with black question marks all over his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, what kind of eyes are there!

He didn't believe in evil, so he sent the picture to the group again, and then asked in the group——

"Don't you think my brother's face has become round? [Confused face]"

"The waist seems to be thicker too!"

"I think my brother was too skinny just now!"

"The waist is thick because the shirt is tucked in."

Hey, you guys will find your own reasons!

Ji Shiran was very speechless. At this time, someone in the group asked him the brand of the camera @ him.

Ji Shiran didn't know why, but he told her.

"Sure enough, Duan Duan in the rich woman's camera is the most handsome."

Ji Shiran: "..."

The picture is so handsome, it may really be the addition of the double buff of the idol filter and the "rich woman" filter...

At this time, Yan Yan spoke in the group: "Duan Duan will be on sale in September, we are counting the number of copies you want to buy, how much do you plan to buy, Baoer?"

Ji Shiran looked at the news and sneered, how much does he plan to buy?

He wasn't even going to buy one!

In September, he and Duan Xiuyuan's magazine sales battle, he will only contribute sales to the opponent when his brain is twitching!As for Duan Xiuyuan's magazine, it doesn't even qualify as toilet paper!

After thinking about it, Ji Shiran still found a subtle and euphemistic excuse.

"Wooooow, my business has recently encountered problems. [crying]"

The implication is that I will not buy a single one!

"Bao'er doesn't cry, what kind of business does your family do?"

"Yes, if you tell us, we can help you."

Ji Shiran asked curiously, "How can you help me?"

"Xiaoyu's family is in real estate, Weiwei's father is in communications, Little Cucumber's is in catering, balabala..."

"Yes, tell us if you have any difficulties!"

"..."

Ji Shiran is a good guy, the group really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, so many rich second generations!

But if you think about it carefully, there are many people in the fan club in the group. Those who can join the fan club will naturally give Duan Xiuyuan a lot of money. Those who can chase stars with such a big hand must have a rich family.

Seeing that "she" stopped talking, people in the group started @"she" again.

"Why didn't Bao'er talk?"

"I can't think too hard!"

Ji Shiran hurriedly stopped their wild thoughts: "No, no, I just answered the phone at home, and my business is fine, thank you sisters! [Cute laugh]"

"It's fine if you're fine." Seeing this, Yan Yan continued to ask him, "Bao'er, what do you plan to do with that magazine?"

Ji Shiran typed with tears in his eyes: "Buy, I will definitely buy a lot! [Excited]"

So the new hatred added to the old hatred, and Ji Shiran and Duan Xiuyuan had no communication during the recording of the program the next day.

After the show was recorded, the MVP was selected, and everyone voted for Ji Shiran who solved the most puzzles.

Because today's theme revolves around intimate topics between lovers, and there are no horror elements, Ji Shiran shines all the way and leads everyone to the final victory.

The program team intentionally arranged for Duan Xiuyuan to present Ji Shiran with a small prize.

Duan Xiuyuan lowered his head, inserted the small pin of the medal into his clothes, and acted cautiously, as if treating the most precious and fragile treasure. He did not forget to say "amazing."

However, Ji Shiran looked at him coldly, "Oh, I've got a lot of strengths!"

It's not a horror theme, your dad, I stand up and be a man again!

……

The magazine was shipped in early September, and a sample was also sent by his own magazine.

But within a day, Ji Shiran received a notice from the community to pick up the courier, and then he saw a magazine of his own and a woven bag of magazines opposite him at the courier point.

Ji Shiran silently put his copy into the woven bag, and he didn't know how things got to this point step by step...

I have to say that the power of books is powerful. Ji Shiran, who is 1.8 meters tall, didn't lift the bag of magazines. He kicked the woven bag angrily, and then resigned himself to borrowing a small cart. Things bought with money will be dragged back while crying.

When entering the corridor, Ji Shiran couldn't go up the steps, so Ji Shiran could only walk the barrier-free slope next to him with a small cart.

At the corner of the slope, due to inertia, half of the woven bag was dragged on the ground. Ji Shiran didn't notice it and continued to pull the cart.

There was a "stab", followed by a "crash", and a woven bag of magazines fell apart.

"..."

Looking at the magazines scattered all over the place, Ji Shiran understood for the first time what despair is...

"Hey, old Duan, isn't this your magazine!"

A surprised voice came from a young boy.

Hearing this, Ji Shiran stopped packing the magazines, and turned around to see Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan is also a powerful actor in the industry, and has won the Golden Deer Award for Best Actor. He lives in the same community and the same building as him. He usually greets people when he looks up and looks down. He is a good neighbor.

And next to him was the face in the magazine, even Duan Xiuyuan who was a little more handsome than the one in the magazine.

Song Qingyuan glanced at the sea of ​​magazines that flooded the barrier-free passage, and couldn't help but sigh, "Good guy, such a big pile of magazines is definitely your true fan! Let me see which pretty girl it is, hey, I'll give it to you." There are quite a lot of pretty girls in our building!"

Song Qinghui searched while talking, and then he looked at Ji Shiran in the vast sea of ​​magazines.

"..." Song Qinghui turned his head to look at Duan Xiuyuan, who looked away, and said awkwardly, "Pretty is pretty, but it's a pity that she's not a little girl."

Duan Xiuyuan hooked the corners of his lips, "It's not a pity."

After speaking, he walked towards the little beauty in the magazine sea.

Song Qinghui didn't have time to respond to what he meant by "not a pity", so he hurried to catch up with him when he was gone.

Seeing the two people walking towards him, Ji Shiran only felt that his despair had entered the frying pan, adding to his torment.

If he knew that he would meet Duan Xiuyuan here, he would definitely drag the woven bag to the scrap yard without hesitation!

How should he explain the magazines in this place now?

Picked it up on the road?Are you going to sell it?Bought for a friend?

Got it!Just say that a friend is not at home, and he helps a friend to pick up the courier, and he doesn't even know what it is!

While Ji Shiran was brainstorming, the two of them had already walked over.

Duan Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Ji is setting up a stall?"

The tone is one that makes people gnash their teeth and want to refute as soon as they hear it.

Sure enough, Ji Shiran retorted with a stiff neck: "What kind of stall, I bought it myself!"

The corners of Duan Xiuyuan's lips curled up, and he let out a happy "Oh".

"..." Ji Shiran came to his senses, oh, your uncle!

"Come on, old Duan, let's do a favor to clean up." Song Qingyuan saw the dark tide surging between the two of them, so he hurried out to have a chat.

Duan Xiuyuan also gave his hand, bent down to pick up a magazine, casually flipped through it, and commented: "The effect is not bad."

Ji Shiran pursed his mouth and rolled his eyes, narcissistic and smug!

It took the three of them a long time to get all the magazines onto the trolley.

Ji Shiran squatted for too long, he stood up abruptly, his eyes darkened, his head was dizzy, and seeing that he was about to fall down, he put his hands on his waist, and only withdrew after he recovered .

Ji Shiran thought it was Song Qingyuan, and smiled gratefully with him.

Duan Xiuyuan next to him asked him, "Why do you buy so many?"

"I'd love for you to take care of me!" Ji Shiran snorted, "I'll buy it and use it as toilet paper! Just tear up the page with you!"

Duan Xiuyuan picked up a page of the magazine, rubbed it, and said with a chuckle, "It's pretty hard, don't hurt your butt."

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Ji Shiran: Where's my knife!