[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

[The little reporter followed Lester to his modern apartment, and tied a sleeping woman on his retro big bed. She was plump and only wore underwear.

They couldn't wait to pounce on her, the little reporter bit her white neck, and Lester took her wrist and bit the artery there.

When both of them were soaked in blood, they couldn't help embracing each other, kissing with fresh blood, and kept asking each other for it.

"Tell me your name, my love." Lester asked in the little reporter's ear.

"Amande, my name is Armand." The beautiful boy looked affectionately at the vampire who transformed him, and offered his lips again, "Please kiss me again——"

They played with blood on the big bed until early morning, when Lester asked him to watch the last sunrise.Armand curled up in Lester's arms, not interested in seeing the sun for the last time in his life. 】

"CUT!" the director called out a pause, "Tom, stop looking over there, your favorite human being is slowly becoming your kind in your arms, you are now Lester, you don't owe him anything!"

I don't know how many people are contained in one sentence.

Gaspar got up from Cruise's arms, straightened the shirt that had slipped off his shoulders, and looked in a certain direction on the set.

There's a shy blond boy trying to make himself less of a presence, who just doesn't fit in here.

He just looked up slowly when Gaspar cast his gaze on him, their gazes meeting in the air.

In just a second, the boy lowered his head again in an instant.

Gaspar looked away and gave Cruise a mocking smile.

"Look, your boy is shy."

For Beckham, a London boy who has never left England, it was the most difficult day of his life.

Of course, it was a rough day for everyone.

……

Beckham bumped into Cruise and Gaspar on the front foot, and someone spread the news to everyone on the set on the back foot.

Just when this chaotic relationship network was about to be demonized by everyone, Gaspar and Cruise came back. Walking in, a new round of gossip starts to breed.

Soon, they bit the bullet and finished filming today's content.

When the last shot was over, the director let out a sigh of relief, and he immediately gave the entire crew a two-day vacation, using equipment failure as an excuse.Of course everyone knew this was for the two lead actors to take advantage of this time to sort things out. They couldn't keep shooting like this for months, and that would be bad for everyone.

However, neither of the two leading actors seemed to actively solve the problem. Gaspar left the set with Gerald who was waiting at the door without looking back, while Cruise looked at Gaspar's back for a while and went to find Then the young players who came to visit the class.

The player seemed very unhappy with Cruise, there was a lot of 'Gaspar' in their conversation.

All the staff looked at each other in blank dismay.

Is there a follow-up to this story?

No matter what the people who eat melons think, in short, Gaspar is glad that he finally escaped from the land of right and wrong. He and Gerrard went to the airport, where a luxurious private jet is waiting to take them, and the destination is Germany. Munich.

Didn't Kroos say that if he was in a bad mood, he had to watch the game? That was the only sentence Gaspar agreed with, so he called Gerrard to watch Bayern Munich's crucial battle for the Bundesliga title tonight ( Although there are no young and beautiful boys in Bayern's team for him to fish)

……

On the plane, Gaspar had no appetite for the expensive dinner served by Gerald's top chef. He pretended to be reserved and ate two mouthfuls of seafood, expressing his thanks to Gerrard again.

"If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I would do after the filming." Gaspar said, "The scene couldn't be more awkward. I want to break up with Cruise, and he keeps me, and all of this happens to be done by him. I ran into it with my little sweetheart. By God, I wanted to bang my head against that tree."

"No, you should kill Cruise and his lover on a tree, be tough baby." Gerald raised his glass to gesture to Gaspar, and then joked, "Now you can see what Cruise is Such a person."

Gaspar gave him a not so bad smile.

"I'm not going to be with him again, no matter what, and this movie pays for my stupidity," he said. "And the Scientology behind Cruise, who knows what purpose, I hope they Never appear in my life again."

Gerald immediately made a disgusted expression when he heard the name of Scientology. He turned the wine glass in the direction and raised one leg.

"Oh, those poor tax dodgers." He shook his head and said, "The next time they go to harass you, or Atina and others, you just give them my business card and tell them to come to me. "

Gaspar's eyebrows trembled: "Wait, you know this so-called Scientology very well?"

"Basically." Gerald shrugged, "You don't need to worry about them, they are just a group of bewildered guys, brainwashing people everywhere, and then recording your black material video or audio to brainwash you again .”

"That's...creepy."

"These churches are all the same. They attract rich people to act as facades, and then recruit believers." Gerald said disdainfully, "Do you know the Communist (Light) Aid (Ming) Society? They are also like this."

Gaspar's eyes widened. He knew that Gerald's family was huge, but he didn't know how huge it was.

"Have you ever had contact with them?" He asked cautiously.

"It's not as scary as in the legend, but it can be called weird." Gerrard said, he seemed a little drunk, a blush similar to his hair appeared on his cheeks, and his expression became exaggerated: "About the Rothschild family The party, the famous one, animal skulls, babies, statues, mentally disturbed people everywhere, I only went in and stayed for 5 minutes before jumping down from the second floor, all I can say is: notafun.”

The gathering of the Rothschild family, which was crowded with many people and wanted to go in, was now described by Gerald as worthless.Gaspar used a fork to pick up a piece of cake to cover the corner of his mouth, but the wealthy people of big families always have some behaviors that ordinary people can't imagine or understand, and most of them can't be made public.

Gaspar decided to stop here, not to let Gerald continue to talk, and to prevent himself from going any further.

So he changed the subject.

"Well, how are you talking with Hong Kong, how is the preparation of Xinghui's "God of Cookery 2", when can I get the script?"

"Don't worry, you have enough time to learn Chinese." Gerald waved his hand, "It is said that they shoot comedy movies very quickly, sometimes it only takes 1-2 weeks to finish shooting, and usually there is no script. "

Gaspar: "?"

"Who told you they usually don't have a script," he said, frowning. "No movie, not even nonsense and comedy, can be rehearsed or shot without the constraints of a script."

"You're not familiar with that side yet, and I think you'll understand after you actually get in touch with them." Gerald said, "Don't worry, you still have two full months to finish filming your vampires, they want to It’s going to be released on a holiday, May 5st, and they call it Golden Week during that time—whether you still eat your lobster, don’t starve yourself and faint in the stands by then.”

"No, I'm not hungry." Gaspar refused Gerald's lobster. "Tell me about how they filmed it. You've been to..."

Just when Gaspar wanted to ask more about the filming in Hong Kong, Gerald could no longer hear his voice, and the red-haired young man stood up staggeringly, fell asleep on the soft sofa next to him .He drank so much hard liquor that he probably wouldn't wake up until he reached Munich.

Gaspar was a little depressed, but there was no way, this was Gerrard.

He stayed for a while, forked up a small piece of sirloin and ate it, then asked the flight attendant to remove all the food.Afterwards, he put on the blindfold and went to the sofa next to Gerald to close his eyes and rest.

……

When they arrived at the stadium a few hours later, Gaspar was a little dissatisfied that Gerrard chose the top box. In his opinion, watching a football game should be among the fans. With the TV broadcast on, there is no difference between watching it at home.

But the German-style barbecue and beer in the box blocked Gaspar's complaints. He loved the food here so much, especially the beer. The German beer was many times better than the ones he drank in the United States.

"You abandoned my 3000-dollar lobster, just for these—" Gerald picked up the charred beef and elbow with a fork, his face full of disgust, "Your taste is really unique."

"Your taste is more indescribable." Gasper tore off a piece of elbow and stuffed it into Gerald's mouth regardless of the image. "It's not that the more expensive the better, when I was very young, my father It took me to a German restaurant once and it tasted like this, I loved it so much."

Just as I was talking, a goal was scored on the field.

Unfortunately, not the home team's goal.

"Oh my god. How did you let him go!" Gaspar pulled a big elbow and ran to the window, yelling accusations like the fans below while eating, "Don't let them succeed!"

Gerald walked slowly to Gaspar, smiled helplessly and dotingly.

"You are difficult to understand, boy," he said softly. "Difficult to understand, but easy to satisfy."

His voice was so low that the DJs and fans at the scene completely covered him up, and Gaspar, who was so engrossed in staring at the field, didn't even notice Gerrard's small movements.

With cheers, Bayern Munich equalized the score.

……

In the end, the game ended with Bayern's victory. They were the first to concede a goal and tied twice. In the end, they turned the defeat into a 3-2 victory. Goalkeeper Kahn and Santa Cruz scored a goal.

After the game, Gaspar got the signed jerseys of the two heroes Kahn and Santa Cruz as a VIP, and took a photo with the entire locker room. Gaspar planned to print out the photo and hang it on the bedside.

And the jersey, the one with Santa Cruz on the back, somehow stung Gaspar's eyes.

Don't be like this, there are many people named Cruise in the world, and you can't just put colored glasses on the others because of one of them.

Gaspar picked up the jersey and smiled wryly at Gerrard.

"Isn't it normal for you to say, I don't want a jersey with the name 'Cruz' on it?"

Gerald looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then he wrapped his arms around Gasper's shoulders affectionately, and said in his sweetest tone: "Oh dear--you just know."

Gaspar: "..."

But that's okay, Gaspar doesn't want the Santa Cruz jersey, someone does.

Early the next morning, Gaspar and Gerrard drove to the Müller farm in the countryside of Munich. He still remembers the cute curly kid who was inspired to go to the Bayern Munich football club. What is his name?

"Hey Thomas! Look who's coming for you!"

Following the angry old man's roar, the carrot field not far away jumped up from the golden color, and then rushed towards this side quickly.

"Hi Gasper! I didn't expect you to remember me!" The boy in rubber gloves looked up at Gasper and smiled brighter than the sun. He rubbed his nose and rubbed a large piece of dirt on it, " I saw your movie, on TV, and it was the killer, oh my god! You are so handsome!"

Gaspar smiled and ruffled Curly's hair.

See, this is his ideal brother.

Gerrard on the side quietly slandered——

What about Gaspar, both blond boys, both play football, and both have big smiles.

Gerald narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had discovered some secret, he started to laugh.

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Gaspar: "...You might as well say that I like Leo. Besides playing football, he is also a blond boy."

Leo: "I'm not sleepy if you say this!"

【Small Theater / Extra Story】

[Note, Gaspar's character here is a playboy, the kind that is more expensive than Li Zi's]

[The two scumbags first went out on their own, and then formed a group to go out together, basically doing everything except confirming the relationship.While playing around, one of them suddenly becomes interested in someone else (Gasper), and the other thinks he just wants to play new tricks and ignores it (Leo), and things get out of hand. 】

Good day from...

Something cool and fluffy suddenly appeared, and Gasper rolled over in a daze to avoid it, and switched himself to it, but rolled out of the bed together with the naked air conditioner under his buttocks.Fortunately, the carpet was soft enough, there was no mess around the bed, and Gaspar didn't hurt a single hair.

So he just wrapped himself in a small quilt and looked at the ceiling, thinking about when his life became so depraved.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Huh?" Gaspar was absent-minded, "Nothing."

"I thought you were going to fall asleep like this, and almost called an ambulance." The male voice on the bed was still hazy from near to far, "Scared you?"

"...Huh?" Gaspar recalled along the voice, as if he saw someone's chin between waking and falling asleep, the fragrance surrounded his nose, and it was the guy who used fresh aftershave.

"Are you high?"

"...Probably not." Gasper moved his shoulders and stretched out his arms from the wrapped air-conditioning quilt and rubbed the space between his brows. "I don't feel any excess ingredients in the blood vessels."

There was a sound of 'rusting' on the bed, the man should be getting dressed, but Gaspar still couldn't recognize who he was.

Maybe I was really high?

"Okay, how long are you going to hang me here?" Gaspar said.

"Well, you have hands and feet," the man said, his voice sounding familiar.

He got out of bed, barefoot, the sound of footsteps coming from one side to another, "Oh—don't tell me you forgot who I am again."

"What are you talking about, again?" Gaspar's mind was confused. The only thing he could think of was that it was the summer window and there were no games to watch, and he clearly remembered that last season's Champions League champion was not Bayern Munich.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"God, how long are you going to degenerate like this?"

"Degenerate?" Gaspar muttered in a daze, "Degenerate is a very good word to use."

"It's great, do it all over again. And I'm still nothing." The male voice sounded extremely annoyed, "Damn it, why did I promise you to come out, every day is like cutting the heart with a knife,' the person I like breaks up and buys drunk I'm also in charge of 'what the hell is this script from a dozen years ago."

Thinking of this, Gaspar thought of a more important one.

Bayern made it to the final but failed to win. The kid must have been frustrated.Did you do anything yourself?Under normal circumstances, he would definitely coax the child (little lover) within two days of the final. What happened this time?

Gaspar went back through his memory and went through the events of a few days ago. He really tried to coax people, and he succeeded, and he also had a very good one-time sex.Youth is indeed capital, and the boy pressed him to do it five times a night.

But soon they had an argument, and Gaspar wasn't sure if that counted as an argument, since they had nothing to do with each other.

Maybe it's just that I'm angry because the other person doesn't care more than me.

To be honest, Gaspar was totally disgusted, and he was even more angry because he knew he had no right to do it.

In the past, when he was messing around, someone always advised him to calm down, such as Adina.But he didn't care, Hollywood beauties were everywhere, and someone would pick him up whenever he lay down.

There is always a price to be paid for playing.

So Gaspar's friends left him one after another, and the worst thing was that when he finally met someone who made him want to calm down and live together, the other party was at an age that loved to play.

Is this retribution?

Gaspar stepped forward to reflect on what had happened.After he and the children finished, Gaspar wanted to be gentle, such as hugging or something, but the child patted his butt and left, and turned around and took his roommate back to his hometown in China for the holiday, without asking Gaspar.

This broke Gaspar's heart, so Gaspar called his friends and took his family to Ibiza for vacation in an extremely awkward and high-profile manner, and specially called a certain Leonardo who was closer than his friends .

He thought the children would react when they saw the news, but he and his roommate checked in at different places every day and posted photos, which were more chic than Gaspar's.

But... Ibiza.

Memories slowly come back.

In this case, he is now in Ibiza, and the people around him are...

"You're awake now, that's good." The man walked over to Gaspar and kicked Gaspar's calf, which was wrapped in the quilt, "I swear to the fucking god, if you look like a lovelorn again Look, I will leave immediately, and you will rot yourself."

"Huh——" Gasper's memory came back completely, and he shrank back, "Did I say such a fucking thing when you broke up with Gisele Bundchen before?"

"You said it was more fucking excessive." Leonardo wore a comfortable bathrobe, delicate hair, and looked down at Gaspar with his arms folded, "You made me choose you between you and Giselle .”

Gaspar gave him a look of 'you're fucking sick I didn't say you'd pick me and I didn't force you to come out crazy this time', then got up and threw the quilt on the bed, naked Went to wash up, too lazy to talk to Leonardo.

Leonardo was not angry either, and followed with the corner of his mouth hanging, and touched it when Gaspar stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth.

"It's very energetic. Let's solve it first." As he spoke, he half hugged Gaspar and kissed the corner of his mouth with toothpaste foam. "According to yesterday's speed, we would have finished our work and went to the beach by this time."

Gaspar let out a "huh" and then brushed his teeth, Misty didn't refuse.

As we all know, Gaspar, who has not washed up, is still not fully awake, which makes Leonardo have a wonderful, sleepy + fascinated excitement.Leonardo's bathrobe was still tightly wrapped around his body. He looked at Gaspar in the mirror holding a toothbrush and stabbing it in his mouth. The white toothpaste froth was all over his mouth. His left hand disappeared behind the bathrobe. Scratching, the familiar feeling rushed to the top of my head.

Since the 90s, they have often hang out together and fight each other. After all, good brothers just want to punch each other to show friendship. Today, it has become a part of their lives.

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