Me and the villain are the best [Quick Transmigration]

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Z country time 19:50, Meifan Entertainment Conference Hall, nearly a hundred media, large and small, gathered together with their own equipment and questions. At first glance, one can't help but think that some large-scale awards ceremony will be held here ceremony.

Ten minutes later, a young man in a white suit appeared on the high-definition cameras in the hands of the media. Although they wanted to immediately throw the questions that had been prepared for a long time on each other, the media still guarded the scene. Quiet under the control of the personnel.

The young man's complexion was very fair, and his figure was almost visible to the naked eye. A shallow, long and thin scar was imprinted under the other's beautiful right eye, which was undoubtedly captured by the high-definition camera under the stage in an instant.

The sound of taking pictures "click, click" kept ringing, and the young man sat down quietly amidst the flashing lights, with a calm posture that he had never had before.

"I'm Ning Ran," the young man surrounded by all kinds of eyes spoke steadily under Wang Jingli's nervous and apprehensive gaze, "I'm here today to explain something. Accept any questions."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a noisy buzzing from the audience, as if they couldn't hear the media's discussion in the audience, the young man fixed the microphone and continued to speak on his own.

"First of all, I want to apologize to my lemons," probably knowing that this press conference was arranged for a live broadcast, the young man nodded slightly at the last specific scene, "I'm sorry for involving you for personal reasons This indiscriminate disaster has caused you and me to endure nearly a month of online violence, and at this point, as an idol loved by you, I am really sorry."

"Secondly, I would like to thank 'Lemon Lemon' for coming forward. Regardless of the impact, thank you for being willing to speak up for me." As if remembering something unpleasant, the young man frowned and looked at the audience who were whispering The media, "I know, some of you must have found out the funeral home by following the clues, and you must have uncovered the past that I don't want others to know."

"That's right, unfortunate childhood, psychogenic aphonia." Opening up his scars little by little, the young man coldly glanced at several media outlets that revealed his life experience, "I never wanted to deny this, so It’s not your turn to declare for me.”

"The company has transferred the ashes of my parents before. The deceased are dead. I hope you will not disturb their long rest."

The voice that was supposed to be as clear as spring water condensed into a piece of ice in the serious tone of the young man. I didn't expect that Ning Ran, who has always been reticent and reserved in front of the camera, would be so tough today. The media present were in an uproar. He closed his mouth as if obsessed in the tone.

"I don't know how to write the press release today, and I don't know how much I will be heard in its entirety, but since I choose to sit here, I choose to tell everyone here that in any music-related In terms of things, I would rather have a clear conscience."

"I didn't expect things to develop to the point where it is today," the young man closed his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile, "Spoken voice, ghostwritten, I thought no one would believe that such empty words are based on touch. China's lies, but the facts of this period of time slapped me hard and told me, 'You're wrong'."

"From 16 to 26, I have been floating in this circle for ten years, but in fact, until this moment, I realized that I have nothing to say."

"As I said before, it is my habit not to sing live, but it is not the reason for others to slander me. I am sitting here today, and I still want to say this sentence."

"There is no voice replacement, no ghostwriting, if you have to accept these innocent questions if you don't sing at the scene and don't want to show up, then I think, I may not be suitable for this circle."

Discreetly throwing a big dose of news among the media, Lin Guo ignored everyone's surprise and said calmly: "Seriously, this farce also has my problems. If I was not afraid of the crowd and dared not show up, then Xu Sinian's Lies can't fool so many people, including all of you present."

"Even though I seem to be talking freely now, my hands are still shaking," Lin Guo said calmly, giving up the public relations rhetoric that Wang Jingli had prepared for him long ago, "Hot topics may be opportunities for others , but for me it is the poison|drug that makes me unable to live a normal life."

"Through recent events, I've come to realize that all too clearly again."

"There are only two things I want to say today. The first one is about music, so now it's the second..."

Realizing that something was wrong, Wang Jingli shrank her pupils, and immediately went to turn off the microphone in Lin Guo's hand.

But it was already too late, the usually quiet young man cleverly turned his head to avoid it, and finished his last sentence of the day as he wished.

"I will withdraw."

One stone caused a thousand waves, whether it was the media present, the audience watching the live broadcast in front of their mobile phones or computers, or the company waiting to use the other party's statement to make a fortune, everyone was shocked by the light words of the young man. They were caught off guard, until the other party put down the microphone and turned to leave, and then they regained their senses as if they were startled.

Grabbing Lin Guo's arm, Wang Jingli asked with complicated eyes, "Have you made up your mind?"

It wasn't "you're crazy" or "what are you doing?" The other party's caring words eased Lin Guo's grievances for the original owner a lot, so he smiled, and then affirmed: "Think about it. "

It is obviously not Lin Guo's style to rehabilitate and continue to fight in the entertainment industry. Xu Sinian will not let it go, and he is not going to forgive those keyboard warriors who wantonly slandered the original owner on the Internet.

Choosing to withdraw from the circle at the most innocent and pitiful moment after washing the dirty water, Lin Guo wanted to let everyone in the future remember that Ning Ran, the singer who once shined so brightly on stage, had long since died in that scene There is no lower limit to cyber violence.

The egg that smashed the original owner into a mess, the bottle of mineral water filled with diluted sulfuric acid, and those groundless speculations and abuse on the Internet, they have joined forces with Xu Sinian to drive the original owner to the abyss of death.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, this is nothing more than a climax of gossip carnival, but for the person at the center of the incident, the harm caused by public opinion is far more painful than a knife cutting flesh.

Steadily walking down the stage prepared for the release of her new song, Lin Guo was sure that she would never again stand under the spotlight that the original owner feared as the "God of Songs Ning Ran", as if there was something left in her body The resentment was drawn away, and Lin Guo suddenly felt his body relax, and even his steps became much lighter.

The staff and the media continued to reach out to keep the young man who was leaving the arena, but there was an invisible protective cover around the other party, which easily blocked all benign or malicious touches.

Standing on the chaotic podium, Wang Jingli looked at the young man's back like a green pine with satisfaction, and then reached out and pressed the operation button to connect to the backstage.

"I see your face breaking

Who is your hand pointing at, your heart is crying

Can't see, can't see, can't hear, can't hear..." (Note: 1)

The impromptu CG was brightened on the large screen in the center, and the youth trapped in the darkness was pushed into the mud by the white bone claws. Only a silk thread with musical notes on it seemed to be the last life-saving spider thread. Silence And it is precariously connected to the top of the young man's head.

The fragility in the poster and the strength in reality became the most obvious contrast. Wang Jingli looked at the other party's figure gradually disappearing in the darkness of the background, and felt that the young man seemed to have entered an extremely bright future.

Putting all the noise and doubts behind him, Lin Guo bypassed many obstacles along the route planned by [-], and finally found the person he wanted to see most at the back door of Meifan Entertainment.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Just like the previous world turned a blind eye to the inexplicable recovery, Jiang Yang did not express any opinion on the suspicious video this time, and hugged the handsome male god in front of him coquettishly, Jiang Yang Yang buried himself in the other party's neck contentedly and sighed, "It's great, now you are just my male god."

"Don't you think my sudden resignation will disappoint the fans?" Lin Guo raised his hand and touched the other party's head, and laughed lightly, "My number one fanboy?"

"All the lemons want you to be better," Jiang Yang said seriously, letting go and turning the person into his car, "Ning Ran, as long as you feel happy, your fans will also be happy with you."

"Even if you don't sing anymore, you are still my favorite male god."

"Who said I'm going to give up music?" Lin Guo glanced at Jiang Yang lightly, and let the other party fasten his seat belt considerately, "I just don't want to sing in front of people, Jiang Yang, me and my songs are both It doesn't fit in this circle."

"I understand," Jiang Yang lowered his head and kissed the corner of Lin Guo's lips, smiling like a little fox who stole the fish, "Anyway, God Ning Ran is mine now."

"Now, is the male god interested in going on a date with your little cutie?"

On the radar map, green dots representing the crowd kept approaching. Lin Guo pretended to hesitate for a few seconds, until the other party kissed him a few more times in dissatisfaction, and then he hid the cunning in his eyes and replied softly: "Okay."

"But we seem to be in a little trouble now."

The sound of the crowd's conversation was mixed with the sound of footsteps, and the anxious figures of the reporters and staff could already be seen in the rearview mirror, returning to their sitting posture and holding the steering wheel, Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows and stepped on the accelerator——

"Sit tight, we're leaving."

In the chaotic chaos, the black sports car flew away like an arrow from the string, the summer wind was flying, and the reporters who didn't want to eat a mouthful of exhaust had no choice but to stop chasing. Some familiar.

Wait, this string of numbers... Could it be Jiang Yang? !