Perfect idol [entertainment circle]

The day of the fan meeting.

Kong Zhengchu stood on the stage, staring at the entrance without blinking.

He is tall and straight, with his hands behind his back.

"I'm a little nervous."

He whispered into the headset.

Che Bai helped the headset down, and glanced at the robot's non-stop twitching fingers—but he pretended to be calm, with a smile in his eyes.

He comforted in a gentle voice: "The people who come here are all people who like you, so you don't have to worry."

The robot let out an 'hmm' out of its mind.

"It's because people who like me come here, I'm nervous." He added.

What if the fans feel disappointed after having a close contact with him, and then lose their fans?

Just thinking about it made him depressed.

Hearing this, Che Bai chuckled again.

Redundant but lovely worries.

he thought.

5 minutes later--

Fans start to enter.

Being a fan of Kongzhengchu is a very happy thing.

Not only can every comment and private message be answered, and there is no need to tear sex with black fans with ulterior motives, idols also often give out benefits.

Like this time.

The expenses for holding the fan meeting were all paid by Kong Zhengchu.The distribution of tickets adopts the method of Weibo reposting lottery, and no fee is charged.

No. 98 diligently investigated the people who retweeted it, and put an end to scalpers.

Fans worried about their idol's financial situation tried to persuade the robot to take money.

To this-

Kong Zhengchu: Money?I don't need money.

Fans were choked up.

Finally, under Cha Bai's reminder, the robot finally realized that the fans wanted to do something for him.

So, Kong Zhengchu added a sentence: I like things that everyone makes with their own hands.

ps: Do not accept too expensive ones.

When the fans who successfully received the hint came in, they basically had a handmade product, ranging from accessories, clothing to toys, everything that one expects to find, enough to fill several trucks.

Kong Zhengchu: "..."

A little sad.

He originally planned to hold all the small gifts from fans in his arms to show he valued them.

result……

There are so many, even if you split yourself into several parts, you can't fit it.

The robot silently gave up the original plan.

The meeting will be divided into three parts:

① Fans take turns on stage to hug Kong Zhengchu, get autographs or take group photos.

② Fans ordered the show, and Kong Zhengchu improvised.

③Play small games with fans.

Che Bai sat on the side of the stage, casually playing with his phone, his gaze firmly glued to Kong Zhengchu.

It seems that as long as the young man shows any discomfort, he can rush to the stage and hug people down.

Fans lined up in a long line and walked onto the stage one by one.

"Ju Xia? I remember you had your teeth pulled out a few times because you love sugar too much. You have to restrain yourself in the future."

"Ke Ting...you are a photographer, right? The photos you take are great, please keep going."

"Qiao Rui, I hope you can be admitted to your ideal university."

……

Every fan present had told Kong Zhengchu about their life on Weibo, and received encouragement and praise from No. 98.

The robots who read the news records regularly every day know their deeds.

The ticket to the meeting is special: a badge with the owner's name engraved on it.

After seeing the badge, the young man with black hair and green eyes will read the name of the fan with a voice as clear as a spring, and while signing his name seriously, he will gently say his advice to the fan.

Not a single fan was left out in the cold.

Like a fairy tale, it is unbelievably dreamy.

The venue gradually quieted down.

Whether it's the staff or the fans, they all spontaneously focused on the robot, patiently listening to him and watching his every move.

He seems to have a magical power that can easily enter the hearts of others.

Like a light source, attracting countless fanatical moths.

Che Bai stretched out his hand involuntarily, and pressed the headset.

--"I like you."

He said it very seriously.

Kong Zhengchu paused.

He said 'sorry' to the fans in front of him, and looked at Che Bai.

The handsome man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at him calmly, his beautiful peach eyes slightly bent, revealing a charming smile.

The whole body exudes male hormones.

--"my idol."

Che Bai added slowly.

The smile on his face remained undiminished.

Kong Zhengchu blinked his eyes, then turned his head back as if suddenly enlightened, and continued to sign autographs for fans.

Che Bai put down his hand holding the headset.

He took a few breaths carefully to relieve the depression that he was so nervous that he was suffocating just now, but he had to pretend to be calm, and even kept smiling.

——Confession makes people cowardly.

Che will never admit that he was cowardly. Bai lowered his head and clicked on the phone screen.

His screen saver is a high-definition poster of Kong Zhengchu.

The young man on the poster was dressed in a black suit, with a faint smile on his face and an elegant demeanor.

Like a noble young master in the Middle Ages.

The youth's emerald green eyes were staring ahead - staring at him who unlocked the phone.

Che Bai turned the phone over.

For the first time, he felt that he should change his screen saver.

******

If there are no accidents, this fan meeting will end with a happy ending.

Fans and idols can get what they want.

No unexpected words.

Kong Zhengchu looked at Shiyou who suddenly entered the stage, and his head was in a daze: Is she also my fan?I didn't even see it.

...I'm out of work.

--wrong.

There is no Shiyou among the winners!

Did she buy tickets from my fans? !

But under the black-box operation of No. 98, the winners are all my senior fans, and they will not easily sell their tickets.

Summary: How did she get her ticket?

Seeing Shiyou, Kong Zhengchu's fans had different expressions.

Some people were puzzled, some expressed dissatisfaction, and some were full of curiosity...

Everyone was puzzled, and kept silent at the same time.

The venue was still quiet.

Only the crisp sound of Shiyou's high heels stepping on the smooth floor remained.

With graceful steps, she stopped at the end of the line.

Then, Kong Zhengchu, who was standing on the stage, raised a bright and beautiful smile.

Kong Zhengchu: "..."

Che Bai: "..."

Fans: "..."

Fang Ze pushed his glasses, suppressed the desire to call the guards, and stared at the uninvited guest expressionlessly.

A group of reporters squatted outside the venue.

Shiyou walked in so carelessly, the reporters must have had a lot of fun filming, maybe they were already conceiving explosive headlines and ambiguous article content.

Fang Zexin Shiyou has no bad intentions.

But in the world, there is a creature that makes people more angry than pure villains.

——that is, teammates like pigs.

Forget it, let's just leave the noun of a certain word.

The agent picks up the phone——

Called the public relations department of Jinjiang Media Co., Ltd.