Perfect idol [entertainment circle]

That night.

The sky was hazy, and there were no stars to be found.

Sitting on the balcony, Kong Zhengchu was bored and tapped the plaster on his arm—to prevent the plaster from being accidentally broken.

the day after tomorrow.

It's time for him to report to the crew of Biochemical Doomsday.

Although everyone in the production team expressed either bluntly or tactfully that he didn't mind the delay of his return to the production team, the robot, who appears to be physically disabled and physically unscathed, did not want to delay the progress of the entire production team.

After all, filming burns money every day.

Before that, though, he has a more important task: reassuring concerned fans.

"Dong dong."

The young man's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

The city at night is not safe, especially for foreigners.

At least Fang Ze, who is well-prepared, will not knock on his door during this time period.

Kong Zhengchu subconsciously checked the surveillance outside the door.

The man standing in the corridor looked tired, with a few folds at the corners of his clothes, and his night-black hair was also slightly messy.

He seemed to have not closed his eyes for a long time, and the dark circles under his eyes were frighteningly thick.

——It’s Che Bai.

...The return time was nearly ten hours faster than I expected.

No wonder it looks so tired.

"May I come inside?"

After knocking on the door, it was realized that Kong Zhengchu's arms were injured——Che Bai, who couldn't open the door for himself, raised his voice to ask.

The voice is hoarse.

Even though he has tried his best to hide his exhaustion.

"……Can."

Kong Zhengchu, who almost turned the doorknob, hurried back to the balcony, expressing with lingering fear that conditioned reflex is really a terrible thing.

Che Bai opened the door with the key and walked straight into the house.

Ever since Kong Zhengchu was injured, in order to take care of him conveniently, Che Bai was assigned two extra keys.

One for Fang Ze and one for himself.

The man put down his luggage and glanced around.

—no one was seen.

"Zhengchu?"

He yelled in surprise.

Kong Zhengchu didn't turn on the light on the balcony.

It was pitch black behind the curtain, no shadows could be seen, let alone any sound.

So Che Bai walked towards the toilet and bathroom in a logical manner.

Kong Zhengchu: ...

He coughed silently.

Che Bai's footsteps stopped.

He changed his direction and asked casually, "Why did you get to the balcony? It's very dangerous."

What to do in case of an accident.

Che Bai imagined a few scenes of robot accidents ahead of time, and couldn't help frowning.

——I can't rest assured at all.

He decided to pay more attention to Kong Zhengchu.

Kong Zhengchu fell silent and began to pretend to reflect.

——The aftereffect of 'injury' makes the robot feel bald.

Can't do anything, just like a salted fish.

Fortunately, Fang Ze has promised to let him join the crew on time.

Kong Zhengchu automatically skipped Che Bai's question, stood up, and walked to the man.

...the smell of gasoline.

He twitched his nostrils slightly and blinked his eyes.

"Does it smell bad?" The man lowered his head and sniffed his collar. "Sorry, I should come to see you after I take a shower."

"Don't say sorry."

Kong Zhengchu straightly raised his arm, and touched his cheek with his fingertips: "Isn't this the proof that you like me?"

The voice is clear and clear, and the tone is gentle.

His eyes are smiling.

Many things are transparent to the robot's eyes.Whether it's Cha Bai's life experience, or everything that Che Bai has done for him - even if the man never talks about it in detail, he knows it clearly.

When Che Bai got his physical examination report, some forces had already hired someone to tie him up.

He did all the preparations.

——Until the crisis was wiped out by Che Bai.

How could someone like it so purely.

thought the robot.

Che Bai followed him in an almost sacrificial gesture.

Spontaneously lower your own sense of existence, never do anything that will leave you talking, and quietly escort him...

Do everything and say nothing.

This thoughtfulness and tenderness were enough to shake his heart.

every moment.

He can clearly perceive that he is a treasure held in the palm of someone's hand.

Che Bai was stunned.

Kong Zhengchu seldom made such an intimate gesture towards others.

Even if the two have made an agreement, the robot's emotions are still as thin as the wind, which is unpredictable.

So Che Bai is always insecure.

but--

Zheng Chu didn't move his hand away yet? !

The man stared at Kong Zhengchu's green eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, forming a very brilliant arc.

His dark eyes reflected the figure of a young man.

——This is the most beautiful sight in the world for him.

The Adam's apple twitched, and a tune-changed, cadenced 'um' followed.

...too much tension.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Che Bai's face.

"puff."

Kong Zhengchu lowered his arms, and pressed them against Che Bai's waist vaguely: "Welcome back."

Thank you.

——Foreverything.

******

the next day.

As soon as Fang Ze entered, he saw Che Bai sleeping on the sofa.

He was a little surprised, muttered "why didn't I notify me in advance", and walked to Kong Zhengchu's side.

"woke up?"

"How did you sleep last night?"

The broker asked calmly.

——Has the quality of sleep been reduced by the car?

Kong Zhengchu smiled: "Very good."

Looking at the warmth in the corners of the young man's eyes and eyebrows, Fang Ze raised his glasses noncommittally, and gently helped him finish washing and eating in the morning.

Finally, the agent put the script of "Biochemical Doomsday" on the table.

"Since you plan to return to the group, let's memorize the script again."

He stated calmly.

Kong Zhengchu who just wanted him to help get the script: ...

#The agent really understands#

However, the young man read the script twice at a normal human speed, but Che Bai still didn't wake up.

He looked at the man lying on the sofa and frowned.

How long has it been since you took a break...

Kong Zhengchu walked to the sofa and squatted down, poking Che Bai's side face with his fingertips.

He was about to go back to the bed when he met the man's half-opened eyes unexpectedly.

The inside is full of mist, and the faint water light flickers under the orange light.

"...Zhengchu."

Che Bai murmured, then rubbed his eyes and sat up.

suddenly.

He was startled, and asked uncertainly, "Did you poke me just now?"

—the one still in the plaster cast.

Kong Zhengchu: ...

I am not, I am not.

You don't talk nonsense.

The robot blinked its emerald green eyes calmly, and tilted its head suspiciously.

Looks very innocent.

... maybe a dream?

Che Bai decided to skip this topic.

After the man recovered his tidiness and had his stomach full, Kong Zhengchu only brought up the matter——

"Can you make a short film for me?"

Kong Zhengchu said: "I need to reassure my fans."

"it is good."

Che Bai nodded.

After half an hour.

The various social accounts of the robot finally have new dynamics.

Since he was injured, the regular greetings that lasted for nearly two years have been cut off, leaving fans with only an official announcement from Fang Zeji.

There was no activity on Kong Zhengchu's personal account.

The restless fans can only comfort themselves while praying that the idol is safe and sound.

until today.

Fans who read his feed N times a day welcome a short video!

The young man in the video put on a coat to cover his arms, then smiled and told what happened in the past few days, and apologized for not being able to respond immediately.

Then, under Che Bai's surprised gaze, he expressed his heart to the fans.

"You didn't tell me there was this movement."

Che Bai turned off the video recorder and made serious accusations.

Kong Zhengchu: ...

Can I still shoot?

The robot who whispered bb in his heart bent his eyes, calmly drew a heart in the air with his fingers, and added a "biu" launch sound effect.

Che Bai: ...

you win.

The man help him send out the clip helplessly.

After the short video was released, fans rushed to tell each other and collectively celebrated Kong Zhengchu's comeback.

The atmosphere is lively like a New Year's Eve.

So, under the carnival of fans who can continue to suck up idols, the five words "Kong Zhengchu's return" became a hot search.

Yueyueyue: Chuchu finally updated the news QAQ, I was so happy that I cried.

Addicted to cat smoking: Am I the only one who noticed the coat?It's summer now, and Chuchu actually put on a coat... I heard that his hands were seriously injured, and there may be sequelae.

Chuchu definitely didn't want us to worry, so he covered up the injury.

How can he be so good! !so good!

oh oh oh.

Ace: When we were comparing each other for the first time, why did the camera shake just now...the cameraman deducted his salary!Can't you keep your hands steady? !

……

On the 98th, a screenshot of 'Ace''s comment was sent to Kong Zhengchu.

The robot, who was discussing with Cha Bai about the shooting after returning to the group, took a part of his mind to check the information of No. 98.

Kong Zhengchu: ...

suddenly stuck.jpg

"What's wrong?" Che Bai looked concerned, "Is it because your hand hurts too much?"

"No."

Kong Zhengchu shook his head in denial.

——It’s just that a certain AI is getting skinny day by day, and even wants to persuade me to deduct your salary.

******

Kong Zhengchu had doubts about the intelligence of No. 98: it was obviously just a creation with part of his data—although it was carefully fabricated and perfected by him, the humanized part also exceeded his estimation.

So the robot carefully checked No. 98.

— no problem.

No bugs, no autonomous evolution.

It was as if all the abnormalities were his illusion.

Kong Zhengchu thought to himself.

As an AI, an 'idea' does not pop up for no reason, and as a human being, 'illusions' are the norm.

So, is he too humanized?

The robot, finding a plausible reason for its feelings, hesitated for a moment, then accepted the statement.

In the 21st century, it is impossible to have a computer technology higher than his, otherwise No. 98 and him would have entered the laboratory long ago.

——There should be no problem.

Kong Zhengchu reorganized the program for No. 98 with a normal face, converting it into human behavior, that is, 'teaching'.

After teaching No. 98, the young man began to study the script again.

#On how hardworking idols are#

******

Back to the crew that day.

"Are you really going?" Che Bai couldn't help asking.

In order to work without telling the fans, I also communicated with the director and others, so that the entire crew will keep silent about your return.

Is this show so important?Shoot even with injuries.

And, by the time the movie comes out, fans will naturally realize that you haven't had any downtime.

"Ah."

Kong Zhengchu responded, and explained: "I just don't like to give up halfway."

——After all, I am an idol who carries the dreams of countless people.

He lowered his eyes.

Like thin ripples in the emerald green lake, shimmering in the sun, it is so beautiful.

"If we don't start, we will be late." The robot reminded.

——So stop being in a daze.

He thought dumbfoundingly.

Che Bai came back to his senses, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and touched the bridge of his nose in a concealed manner, before sitting beside him.

The car drove away.

******

"I heard that Kong will return to the group today."

"Impossible? He was injured so badly. Didn't the netizens pick up his inspection report?"

"But the director hasn't mentioned the matter of replacement, he will definitely come back."

……

Before entering the crew, the two heard the voices of the staff talking.

The protagonist in question exchanged a glance with Che Bai.

The little assistant opened the door as if nothing had happened, and Kong Zhengchu walked in, showing a polite smile to the people who gathered to chat.

Gossip group: ...

Smile together cutely.

——The scene was a little embarrassing.

There will be his physical examination report on the Internet, which was deliberately done by Che Bai.

In order to quickly solve his crisis, the man directly shared his body data with the world.

Some forces simply gave up their coveting of him, and those who refused to give up had to restrain their overly explicit gaze or means, and observe him 'subtly'.

This was a bit of an invasion of his privacy, so Che Bai specially apologized to him——

The robot froze for a moment, then said that he didn't mind these things.

"It's difficult to protect the privacy of an artist, and I'm mentally prepared." The young man said seriously, "And, unlike the paparazzi who are ignoring my feelings for their own benefit-crazy digging into my background, yours The original intention was to protect me."

"You don't have to apologize at all."

"Instead, I have to thank you."

——"It must be troublesome to deal with the mess, right?"

His smile is gentle and soft, like a peach blossom in spring, dyed with fascinating colors.

As a matter of course, Che Bai's heart was stirred.

The sound of 'plop' jumped into my ears one after another.

Until today when he returned to the group, Che Bai still had a fresh memory of this scene.

again--

The brain is declaring: he is worthy of my envy.

——He will never live up to my expectations.

...he's so nice, isn't he?