Perfect idol [entertainment circle]

Although there were some twists and turns on the way, the still photos were taken efficiently under the professional attitude of the robot.

"Kong, you really don't want me to help you publish a personal photo album?" After the shooting, Airi Lancer couldn't wait to run to Kong Zhengchu, and said sincerely, "I will definitely take you very well. good-looking."

——Even if you don’t look ugly in any way.

"no thank you."

Kong Zhengchu warmly refused.

Whether it's Fang Ze or Che Bai, they all guard against Ai Li like a thief, as if he is ready to do bad things at any time.

Therefore, before discussing with Fang Ze, he will not accept Airy's invitation in private.

"……All right."

Allie sighed in disappointment.

In order to prevent being disgusted by Kong Zhengchu, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to pester with great difficulty.

——Maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

The cameraman comforted himself silently.

Che Bai, who watched the interaction between the two, heaved a sigh of relief.

The man slightly raised the corners of his lips, carried a bag on one shoulder, followed Kong Zhengchu, passed Air Lancer, and left the shooting location.

"What are you going to do next?"

Che Bai asked casually.

According to the plan, the crew of "Biochemical Doomsday" will film the scene of Kong Zhengchu in a week, and the recording of the new song and the shooting of the magazine have been successfully completed.

The robot was idle again.

"I want to walk around."

A new hobby is the answer to a robot that studies the human history of various countries.

"Okay." Che Bai nodded, "I'll go drive. Tell me if you see something you're interested in, and I'll find a place to park."

Kong Zhengchu let out an 'hmm'.

******

Night falls.

The car drives to a square where street performers gather.

Kong Zhengchu looked out of the window with focused eyes.

"Stop the car."

"I like the vibe here," he said.

Under the orange light, the artists are devoted to their own or others' performances, looking for like-minded people, and showing their talents to the fullest...

——It can be called a bright scene.

Che Bai parked his car like a gentleman.

The two left the car.

Kong Zhengchu took out his camera — he bought it during the long holiday before the Spring Festival. After making some adjustments, he began to shoot various performers on the square.

Che Bai supported his head with one hand, and looked at him with his head tilted.

There is a star-like love hidden in the eyes.

suddenly.

The young man's camera turned and aimed at Che Bai.

- "Crack."

Time is intercepted.

"I don't know how it went." Kong Zhengchu murmured, calling out the photos.

As a robot, he mostly chooses the best shooting angles.

In the latest photo, the handsome man tilted his head sideways, with short black hair and fair fingers contrasting with each other.

His eyes were as gentle as water, and there was a faint but genuine smile between his brows and eyes.

——This is the tenderness that can be felt across time and space.

Kong Zhengchu unconsciously pursed his lips.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his serious expression, Che Bai tentatively comforted him, "Is it because you didn't shoot well enough? You haven't been in contact with photography for a long time, so it's normal that you didn't take good pictures."

"……Um."

Kong Zhengchu responded with a meaningless tone.

He suppressed the obscurity in his heart, raised the camera as if nothing had happened, and continued to photograph people with their own strengths.

After half an hour.

"Che Bai."

The robot put down the camera and asked casually: "If I can't give the same emotion as you, will you feel sad?"

After all, his emotions are weaker than humans.

He will never have the eyes that are so hot that they can move the hearts of onlookers.

and so--

Kong Zhengchu looked at Che Bai with a serious expression.

——Will you be sad?

If you never get equal love.

The man was stunned for a while, as if he was thinking about the answer.

"I……"

——"Boom."

A gunshot resounding through the sky interrupted his words.

Che Bai subconsciously closed his mouth, looking for the source of the sound.

There was a dark car on the north side of the square. Several muscular men with tattoos on their arms leaned against the car, holding guns of different styles in their hands.

The rear windows were lowered.

A woman was sitting in the car, holding a mobile phone, talking leisurely, and glanced at the square from time to time.

"Everyone is not allowed to move."

"Otherwise, you will all be blown to death."

One of the men warned through a megaphone.

The performers on the square stopped at the same time, and the tourists and nearby residents who came out for a walk looked at each other...

The scene was silent and tense, and people unconsciously slowed down their breathing.

No one makes any more noise.

This is a terrorist attack.

Terrorists planted bombs in the square and carried guns.Then contact the behavior of the woman on the phone-they probably want to use the people in the square to threaten someone for profit.

Kong Zhengchu lowered his head.

His body material is not bulletproof. It is feasible to subdue the terrorists outside the car in an instant, but it will be very troublesome afterwards.

And...the controller for the bomb is in the hands of the woman in the car.

If something is wrong, the woman might detonate the explosives directly.

The robot sighed softly.

It is impossible for him alone to subdue terrorists while protecting everyone.

- "The police are on the move."

On the 98th, I contacted him through the Internet and reported: "The terrorists started a live broadcast on the Internet, which aroused the attention of all walks of life. The government failed to block the news in time."

What is the operation of starting a live broadcast?

Rather than asking for benefits, it is more like demonstrating or promoting some kind of doctrine.

"After searching, it was confirmed that these people were members of a cult organization."

"There is a 90% chance that they are retaliating against the government's previous campaign."

--really.

Having been confirmed by No. 98, Kong Zhengchu's expression was a little ugly.

The counterattack before death is the most ferocious.

In the eyes of these people, the people in the square are probably just a pile of corpses.

—they can't survive.

******

The outside world was in chaos.

Famous for its many talented street performers, Huayin Plaza attracts many tourists, both domestic and foreign.

Once the square explodes, not to mention the domestic sensation, the international diplomatic affairs will also increase dramatically.

On the flashing live broadcast screen, there were also quite a few big names in the industry, and it would be a loss for the society to lose one.

The fans of Kong Zhengchu fell into panic after seeing the screenshot.

The person taking the screenshot is an international student.

Originally, she only wanted to pray for the people who were in danger, and pay attention to the dynamics of the cult organization, but unexpectedly caught the figure of Kong Zhengchu.

Even though the robot is wearing a hat and a mask, as a senior fan, she recognizes her idol with her green eyes and figure.

In an instant, her heart was lifted into her throat.

Before she had time to think about it, she took a screenshot and posted it to the fan group: "Um... anyone concerned about the attack on Huayin Square by members of the cult? Is the person on the picture Chu Chu? Come on, a senior fan, tell me it's not .”

"I'm going to check the news."

"...It seems to be Chu Chu?"

"Impossible! It must be just a body image."

"But the crew of "Biochemical Doomsday" is not far from Huayin Square."

……

In the end, the fans who repeatedly analyzed the screenshots extinguished the fantasies in their hearts that contradicted the facts, and anxiously discussed how to rescue idols.

No. 98 immediately took control of the field, preventing fans from sending heads or taking hostages.