The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

The first day of pretending to be a ghost · "I see some green on the top of your head"

Jiang Yiming can be regarded as the hottest up-and-coming young student in China at present.

The darling of everyone in the invisible wealthy Jiang family in China, the grandson of the former commander Mr. Xia, said that he would come to the entertainment industry to have fun, so he was immediately packaged and arranged, and a newcomer training camp program was specially opened for him. Road sent out.

"Ming Ming wants to do what he wants to do." Said the always low-key Jiang family.

"If you don't understand the entertainment industry, let me learn. No one can let my precious grandson be bullied." The always domineering Mr. Xia said so.

In the Zhong family next door, the man who watched the young master of the Jiang family grow up and was destined to be a baby frowned coldly, tapped the table with his slender and strong fingers, and ordered in a soft voice: "Get ready, dabble in the entertainment industry, develop subsidiary company."

The president's secretary whose main battlefield is in the field of venture capital: "...?"

"The vision should be long-term and multi-faceted." The president said so.

So, Jiang Yiming made his debut like this.

It's just that his way of debut is a bit different. Although he was born in a draft, what really made him popular was not his ability to sing and dance—although he did have a pretty face that is very suitable for the entertainment industry—that really made him popular. What made him so angry was that he ran the train with his mouth full of metaphysics.

In the "RESTART Remodeling Training Camp" program created by Xia's family, he talked about his mentor, fired at his teammates from a distance, and reposted "hahaha" on Weibo's certified large number every day.

In short, he has done everything a rookie can't do, and his ability to set fire and scold him is first-rate, so unconventional that one wonders if this is some rich second generation who came here to play tickets.

Indeed it is.

In the latest issue of "RESTART Remodeling Training Camp", Jiang Yiming is wearing a white suit and vest, high-waisted knight pants, and a pair of dark brown high-top boots, shining brightly as if he came out of a fairy tale the little prince.

As soon as Jiang Yiming appeared on the stage, the barrage in the live video exploded.

[Mama, this man is shining! ! 】

[I'm so superior because of my looks! ! ! ! ! 】

【No matter how many times I watch it, I have to say: Ming Ming!Mama loves you! ! !Hurry up and buy a tens of billions of insurance for this face! 】

On the stage of "RESTART Remodeling Training Camp", Jiang Yiming and other contestants on the same stage sang and danced a song, and stood on the stage waiting for the opposite instructor's evaluation.

On the opposite side, a balding middle-aged man pinched the center of his brows and sighed deeply. The big characters "Duan Fei Music Producer" on his badge gleamed under the stage lights.

He said: "It's hard to evaluate your performance. I even wondered if it was wrong for you to choose this song. You have insulted the character of this song."

[? ? ? ? ?Duan Fei, you fucking speak human words! !My baby Ray is in tears, woo woo woo, my mother is distressed]

[What are you talking about, bald donkey! ! 】

Duan Fei couldn't see the barrage that exploded into a pot. He continued: "The breath is uneven, the rhythm is wrong, and there is nothing worthy of praise from the beginning to the end."

"Teacher Duan Fei, we only have three days to practice a brand new song." A tall young man in the team said, panting slightly, he explained, his name "Ren Zhongyuan Ray" was marked on his badge.

"Three days? I'll give you more than three days, right?" Duan Fei frowned and said displeasedly.

"Because one of our companions had a high fever, we wasted two days." The man continued.

When Jiang Yiming heard the words, he raised his eyelids lazily, and glanced at the person who explained. The meaning of shirking responsibility in these words should not be too obvious.

He sneered softly, but forgot that he was still wearing a microphone at the moment, the sound was very obvious in the live broadcast.

"..."

For a while, the stage was quiet, and the contestants who explained had an ugly look on their faces.

When Jiang Yiming saw this, he simply didn't hide it. He cleared his throat and said, "Even if someone with a high fever insists on coming, it's better than making people wait all night for no reason, only to find out that they are going to eat hot pot."

【Fuck? 】

【Mingming, shut up!It's time to pull hatred again! ! 】

[Wait, I remember Ray posted a Weibo about eating hot pot a few days ago? 】

[Wow so?The wicked first to sue?I didn't expect you to be like this Ray]

[I think Jiang Yiming has the problem of not being uncomfortable with his teammates, right?Ah! 】

The young man's face was slightly pale, and he looked like a pitiful and helpless little white flower. Ray pursed his lips and didn't speak, but just lowered his head slightly, which immediately made the fans in the barrage crazily distressed and complained.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming scoffed again in his heart—this time he remembered that he was still wearing a microphone—he turned to Duan Fei again, looked at it twice, and endured it without turning on the microphone. After all, he was the instructor of the show. The education he received from a young age taught him to respect his teachers.

However, Duan Fei didn't intend to shut up. He frowned and said, "Jiang Yiming, pay attention to the stage civilization, and don't use yin and yang to target your teammates."

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows. Wasn't the other party targeting his teammates just now?

"In addition, I have said it many times, Jiang Yiming, don't always have a strange soft tone in your singing and acting. What do you think you are singing? Opera? The attitude is not correct at all, which really makes me wonder if you are here to play There is no spirit of competition at all." Duan Fei continued.

[What are you talking about, bald donkey! ? 】

【Bad mouth is a disease, I hope you know】

[Has Duan Fei lost his mouth today?Rotten】

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes, his beautiful caramel-colored eyes looked a bit translucent under the lighting of the stage, extremely beautiful.

The corner of his mouth raised, and he said without any annoyance: "Teacher Duan Fei, please don't bring your personal emotions to the stage. It will make you look disrespectful."

"..."

There was silence on the stage again, and several contestants on the same stage looked at Jiang Yiming in shock.

The live broadcast was still going on, and the director of the program showed a look of excitement, here it comes, the ratings climax is coming!

He immediately directed the cameraman to take two close-up shots, one on Duan Fei's face and one on Jiang Yiming's face.

Duan Fei's oily bald face immediately filled the screen, causing the audience in front of the screen to subconsciously look back.

[Oh my god, what's wrong with the director team? !Who wants to see Duan Fei's face? ! 】

[I want to see the good-looking little brother! ! !Old man Duan Fei, get the hell out of here! 】

Duan Fei frowned: "I have personal emotions? Are you talking about what personal emotions I have? Heh! Creation out of nothing."

Jiang Yiming shrugged his shoulders, looked at the camera that floated in front of his eyes, blinked his eyes, tilted his head and smiled: "Since you asked me to say it, then I will say it."

He tilted his head, and a small black curly hair swayed in front of his forehead.

【Ahhhhhh baby Mingming is so cute! ! 】

[Mom, this is a close-up! !My baby's eyes are so beautiful! !Sweet caramel!My baby is indeed a sweet baby made of caramel! 】

【Hey, Jiang Yiming is going to break the news? 】

[Who would have thought that one day, I would eat the melons of the mentor who broke the news of the students on the talent show? 】

【Stimulate】

Jiang Yiming spoke in an orderly manner: "I see deep wrinkles at the end of your eyes, many scars, and the red light in the palace of wives and concubines...Mr. Duan Fei, I counted, and the top of your head is a little green."

"..."

This was the silence for an unknown number of times in the entire live broadcast.

Duan Fei's entire face turned green.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yiming answered calmly, "I'm sorry, since you have no hair on the top of your head, this expression is not correct. Let me ask again, have you been cheated on?"

"..."

[? ? ?Fuck, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I laughed so hard! !Too hardcore, hahahaha? ! 】

[Hahahaha God damn counts!Mingming, what kind of big baby are you, hahaha, magic stick?So cute! 】

[Although this mentor loves to be picky, with a vicious tongue and no point, I really annoy him, but seeing his shocked, helpless, weak, pitiful and sad face makes me feel distressed hahahaha]

Far away in the president's office on the highest floor of Chuanyun Building, a man with a broad shoulders and narrow waist and a male model figure "puchi" chuckled, which surprised the assistant president who was opposite him to look up quickly.

"Mr. Zhong, what's the matter?" The assistant to the president was terrified, feeling that he could hear sarcasm and indifference from that laugh—after all, these are the two most common emotions of Mr. Zhong.

The president waved his hand to indicate that nothing happened.

He bent his eyes, and his whole body seemed soft.

Zhong Sheng watched the live broadcast on the screen, his singing was really cute.

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