Perfect idol [entertainment circle]

Ever since Kongzheng took his fans to eat chicken once, the fans who have tasted the sweetness have fancy persuading idols to play games live, and send some game screen recordings as "new works" by the way.

It just so happens that director Raglan Garcia has very high requirements for the film, and often asks the actors who play supporting roles to reshoot. The robot, who has never been stuck in a single-player role, is happy to meet the idea of ​​"it's better to benefit the fans than to be idle anyway". wishes of the fans.

Live as a game anchor.

Regarding this, Fang Ze said that as long as you are happy, my agent does not have any right to speak.

He really didn't understand why Kongzhengchu was so distracted by live broadcasting, playing games, trading stocks to make money, etc. when the popularity was in full swing, and rejected a lot of invitations from variety shows and magazines.

It looks like it's about to retire.

— upsetting.

Even if it's to abide by the flag of 'only be an idol for ten years', there's no need to prepare so early.

... is obviously a very good idol.

Tossing around all day.

Frightened and angry, the broker implemented a stocking policy for Kong Zhengchu.

——What are you in love with?

Anyway, he wouldn't admit that he was half of Kong Zhengchu's fan.

Time passes gradually.

"The Death of Adonis" ushered in the final scene: the death of the actor Gavin King, and his grand funeral.

Gavin King, who was cornered and refused to bow to the unspoken rules, bought spirits and some drugs with the only money he had.

He got himself very drunk, turned on the shower in the bathroom, and sat against the wall.

"is it necessary?"

"Is it worth it?" he asked himself.

The light dappled his eyes, adding a bit of haze to his delicate facial features.

"...Maybe it's worth it."

Gavin King asked and answered.

He has already sent invitations to several media outlets, and he has written several suicide notes responsible for exposing everything, which are scattered in the room.

There is a mobile phone with an alarm clock set hidden in a potted plant outside the room, and the ringtone of the alarm clock is recorded by himself-"If the alarm clock rings, it will prove that I am not alive. There are several letters in the room, which read, That's the big news you need."

All conditions are in place.

He can die in complete peace of mind.

Gavin King took the drug for the first time - hoping to slightly replace the narcotic.

When he was unconscious, he stuffed the towel into his mouth, picked up the knife by his side, and slashed at his wrist——

Blood spurted out.

The clear water, dyed red, splashed onto his fair and heart-warming face, mixed with his quiet emerald green eyes, showing a different kind of beauty.

He hung his head weakly, water dripping from his wet hair.

Gavin King threw away the towel in his mouth, and raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

"ended."

He laughed maniacally: "It's over."

"...no one will hurt me again."

The last sentence was like a dream, low and light, but it hit the hearts of every spectator heavily.

He covered the wound on his wrist with a towel and closed his eyes.

Second hand 'tick'.

The blood kept pouring out, as if it would never end.

Finally, Gavin King fell weakly to the ground.

——The world went dark.

The subsequent plot was as expected by Gavin King.

The media used this to make a lot of hype, triggering social controversy, and the entertainment industry was rectified vigorously...

His funeral was very grand.

The flashing lights kept turning off, politicians spoke on stage, and countless people mourned for him, bemoaning his talent.

Everything is what he dreamed of but couldn't get.

His photo was pasted on the tombstone: his eyebrows and eyes are like crescent moons, and the gentle and sunny breath overflows the film, purely like an angel in Western legends.

——Extremely ironic.

……

"Card!"

"Excellent performance!"

Raglan Garcia stared at the picture on the screen with a look of astonishment on his face, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Che Bai ran to Kong Zhengchu's side and helped him up: "Shall I take you to wash and change clothes?"

"Ah."

Kong Zhengchu nodded.

Director Raglan loathes being interrupted to appreciate 'art', so now is free time for the actors.

The filming can only continue when the director regains his sanity.

Che Bai led the way absently.

He recalled that night, the young man came to open the door barefooted and wet, with an expression as dark as night.

What was Zhengchu doing before opening the door...

Will it be the same as this scene?on the way to perdition.

Thinking of this possibility, Che Bai trembled with fear.

The two entered the bathroom.

Kong Zhengchu turned on the faucet and began to clean off the makeup on his hands and face.

"At the beginning."

Che Bai hesitated and asked, "You wouldn't do the same thing as Gavin King, would you?"

Kong Zhengchu was stunned.

Same thing as Gavin King?Suicide?

He probably knew the reason why Che Bai asked this question, so he thought about it seriously.

If it was in the past, when he still had doubts and couldn't locate his own identity, maybe... he would choose to self-destruct because he was at a loss.But now—now that he was brought out of the night, he would never give up his life easily.

The robot looked at Che Bai.

As the person who dispelled the haze for me, he actually asked me this kind of question.

—foolishly.

He bent his eyebrows and said, "No way."

Without you, I wouldn't.

Che·Unknown·Bai breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."