Chapter 4 False Persona
Before going to bed, Xia Xiqing habitually went to his Weibo account. At first, this account was only used to share his own paintings, but it eventually evolved into a star-chasing account.
Why so much news? He was taken aback, although as the most well-known painter in the circle, he is also sought after by some fans on weekdays, but this time there are almost so many new news that Weibo will be stuck.
Xia Xiqing quit and restarted a bit. This is normal.
[Little Rabbit]: Tsing is big! You are the little brother in the white shirt, right? !
[Mr. Heng, please face me up]: Is it really a summer touch? ? ? No way?
Found out? Xia Xiqing frowned suspiciously and scrolled down the comments. Sure enough, they were all messages from Heng fans, as well as countless private messages, almost all of which were about the events of the press conference a few days ago.
Sure enough, it was picked up. The Internet is really an invisible thing.
Instead of letting these fans guess here, it's better to just blow themselves up.
Xia Xiqing, who had a broken jar and a broken mentality, turned on the camera and took a picture of his face. The distance was too close. The hair that was not dry after the shower was scattered in front of his face, and the angle from the bottom to the top was also very strange. . He looked at it, barely resembled himself, so he hastily posted the photo to Weibo.
[Tsing_Summer]: Share a picture.
The moment it was sent, the vibration of the phone didn't stop, new news kept pouring out, and the excitement of the fans almost poured out of the screen, hitting him straight in the face.
[Number One A in the Universe]: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! So handsome! The looks of Heng's fans are unbelievable!
[It's a watermelon, not a winter melon]: Oh my god, it's so beautiful, the mole on the tip of the nose is so beautiful that I don't have it!
[Little Rabbit]: The skin is good, the nose is straight, the eyelashes are long, I can hold such a tricky angle, I am a fan of the gods [kneeling]
[First Lady Zhou Ziheng]: I always thought that Summer was a fairy painting, but now I know that you are a fairy.
[The only Hengheng's mother fan in the whole network]: Why do you have to rely on talent to have such good looks!
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Soon, Xia Xiqing's Weibo became popular. His Weibo ID also entered the top of the hot search list once again, and he became a new Internet celebrity that netizens talked about. There were a lot of job invitations and even signing invitations in private messages.
This era is extremely exaggerated, and a good skin has become the most direct and superficial shortcut to life.
The phone vibrated again.
[Why didn't you come to the company to find me when you returned to China. When I get home this weekend, I have something to tell you. dad]
The darkness in the room was like a wet and cold quilt, wrapping Xia Xiqing in it, unable to breathe.
[I don't have the spare time to go to your house. If you have anything, please call me. ]
After sending the text message, Xia Xiqing walked to the windowsill and lit a cigarette. The gray smoke and the soft and indifferent moonlight rubbed together, and got into the gap in his brain to fill the gap, making his consciousness blurred.
Like most netizens, Zhou Ziheng, who is doing makeup and hair for the magazine cover, also uses Weibo.
On the day when Xia Xiqing became popular overnight, Zhou Ziheng was almost certain that he was pretending to be a fan just to get into the entertainment industry, and then he would buy some hot searches or something to hype up a wave of fans. After all, he has a good skin. It's easy to become popular in this age of beauty. But when Jiang Yin said that he was unwilling to sign and debut, Zhou Ziheng was a little confused again. Could it be that he is really just a fan?
So, Zhou Ziheng, who was busy and free, went to Weibo account and clicked on the hot search to find Xia Xiqing's fan circle account.
It turns out that he is really a fan and an artist.
However, Xia Xiqing hardly posts on Weibo, nor does he repost his pictures of various scenes like other fans. He just posts his paintings silently. His style of painting is very unique, and he can perfect the texture of the human body with just a few strokes. Outlined, the strong hormonal impact of the painting can be felt across the screen.
While scrolling through his Weibo, Zhou Ziheng also looked at the comments on Weibo, and found that the fans, except for the fact that Xia Xiqing was a fairy painter, were all - "I'm a blast! A can't close my legs!! Lying down! Ask for the sun" and so on.
Cough, what happened to the little girls now...
The finger that swiped the screen speeded up involuntarily, and suddenly a picture flashed in front of him. He couldn't help but stop and flip it up again.
That painting was once a hit. It was a silhouette of him for a three-step layup, the shadows that were cut and scattered by the sunlight, the slender fingers clutching the basketball, the red sweat-soaked jersey, and the tension all over his body. muscle texture.
He exited the Weibo interface, opened his album, and found this painting in an album named fan-art. He never noticed that there was a handwritten signature - Tsing in the lower right corner of the painting.
It turned out that I had seen his paintings and even saved them to show off to friends.
Zhou Ziheng, who quit the trumpet account, hesitated for a whole night, but in the end he still didn't delete the painting from his phone.
But in heart always felt that something was wrong.
Probably wanting to take advantage of the popularity, the reality show mentioned by Jiang Yin rushed to the end of the planning work that had dragged on for a long time, finalized the list of stars and amateurs to record, and started recording on Saturday. On Friday, Xia Xiqing checked into the arranged hotel at the request of the program team. In the evening, Jiang Yin took time to come to the hotel to see him.
"Are you so afraid of me running away?" Xia Xiqing wore only a pair of cotton trousers, sat cross-legged on the bed, and wiped his wet hair.
Jiang Yin glanced at him. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined, obviously the result of long-term exercise. They weren't very strong, they could only be called lean, but they still didn't fit with that pretty face, which made her heart. I was a little surprised, but I just quietly put the document in my hand on the table, "That's not it. Here is some information about the show, you have time to look at it."
"Is there a script?" Xia Xiqing moved his neck and put on a loose T-shirt, looking like a high school student, "First of all, I won't follow your script, so don't treat me What to expect."
Jiang Yin's expression was a little helpless, but she seemed to have guessed it, "I knew it would be like this. In fact, there is a script, but this script has nothing to do with you. It is a secret room plot specially hired by the program team." She changed her words, "Although the script has nothing to do with you, we have arranged the characters, and we need you to get closer. Are you not very good at disguising anyway?"
This woman always speaks straight, Xia Xiqing is almost used to it, "This..." He stretched out his long legs, threw the towel on the side of the chair, folded his hands behind his head, and leaned back on the chair. On the wall, in a loose tone, "Tell me, what kind of character did you give me."
Jiang Yin sat at the table in a good time, "You think, since Ziheng's transformation, his popularity has soared, so the company must want to continue his aggressive setting, then if we want to fry to CP, what do you think? What kind of person should be matched, who will be easier to catch fire?"
Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the bed, stared at Jiang Yin, his slowly blinking eyes were like a slow motion that kept getting closer, a clean smile that was harmless to humans and animals began to appear on his face, and the mole on the tip of his nose added a bit to him. innocence.
"An angel. It is suitable for all ages, and the old man is not deceived."
Jiang Yin shrugged, "Smart."
He sneered, completely different from the gentle look just now, full of disdain for a moment.
"You guys seem to have already decided on your own." Xia Xiqing bent one leg, put his arm on his knee, rested his chin with his palm, and looked at Jiang Yin with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
"No... Ziheng's character is just... Of course, it all depends on what netizens think." Jiang Yin was a little flustered at first, she didn't expect Xia Xiqing to raise this question, but after saying this, she suddenly felt , Although this person is beautiful, his aura is really strong.
Although Xia Xiqing didn't hide his true character in front of Jiang Yin, she didn't know Xia Xiqing's romantic style, and she didn't know that he was always the top, so he could only attribute his words about attacking and receiving to men's influence on dominance. Innate desire for power.
"That's it, it doesn't matter." Xia Xiqing's mouth twitched, and his eyes softened again, "I'm a good talker."
In just a few minutes, the expression on Xia Xiqing's face changed again and again, and Jiang Yin was amazed in her heart. It would be foolish not to act with such talent. Although she had learned Xia Xiqing's ability, she didn't know why he would. So simply agreed to her invitation, "You agreed to participate in the show, without even asking how much you were paid?"
"It doesn't matter how much he is." Xia Xiqing suddenly leaned back and fell on the bed, "Don't worry, I can't guarantee anything else, the topic will definitely satisfy you." He suddenly remembered something, turned over and lay on his side to look at Jiang Yin , "But Zhou Ziheng probably won't recognize the character you gave me."
"It's okay, I will communicate with him. He has been acting for so long, so he won't be in a hurry to tear down the stage."
Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, feeling that things were not as simple as Jiang Yin thought.
The next day, Xia Xiqing went to the recording site very early. He was taken to the dressing room by the staff and briefly cleaned up. The makeup artist was a young girl. Although he was used to seeing beautiful stars, he was still shocked when he saw Xia Xiqing. After a while, he asked him for maintenance secrets while putting on makeup. A young assistant named Xiaojie entered the dressing room, Xia Xiqing smiled at the hairy boy in the mirror, the other side was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said, "Xia, Mr. Xia, Sister Jiang Yin asked me to come over to be yours. Assistant, you can come to me when you need anything."
"It feels like only elderly people can be called sir," Xia Xiqing put out the gentle expression that he is best at, "I should look quite young."
"Ah? Isn't it..."
"No?" Xia Xiqing smiled with crooked eyebrows, like a crescent moon.
"Ah I mean... I'm sorry, you look like a college student. I, I'm new here and I'm a little nervous..." Xiaojie waved his hand quickly, "That..."
"Just call me Xiqing." The so-called makeup is just a primer and drawing eyebrows, much faster than expected, Xia Xiqing stood up, turned around and shook hands with Xiaojie, "I'm twenty-five years old, I should be older than you. Older, but I have to trouble you to take care of me these days."
"Ah, then I'll call you Brother Xiqing." Xiaojie held Xia Xiqing's slender hand with both hands, "I also have a lot of things I don't understand, please bear with me."
So honest. Xia Xiqing was secretly surprised, this is not bad, he thought that Jiang Yin would put a delicate eyeliner, it seems that he thought too much. The recording was scheduled for the evening. In the morning, Xiaojie brought Xia Xiqing into the studio to take a set of promotional photos. After entering the studio, Xia Xiqing met two other guests, who also came to participate in the recording. Although Xia Xiqing has just returned to China, the domestic entertainment industry is still a little bit. understand that he knows two guests, one is Cen Chen, the solo female lead singer who has skyrocketed in popularity recently, and the other is Shang Sirui, one of the members of the recently booming men's group HighFive.
"Am I the only one who is an amateur?" Xia Xiqing turned his head and asked Xiaojie.
Xiaojie nodded and shook his head again, "No, there is another amateur girl who is said to be a member of the Mensa Club."
Xia Xiqing nodded and was quickly called to take a photo. Unlike ordinary amateurs, Xia Xiqing was not afraid of the camera. The photographer took a few pictures to try it out. After checking the preview, he found that it was not bad. He was a little surprised, "Have you been a model before?"
"That's right." Xia Xiqing recalled his strange experience of being a model for a friend from the Fashion Design Institute in Fomei, shooting ready-to-wear blockbusters, "It's completely amateur."
"It's good, you have very long limbs and you are also on camera." The photographer took a few more pictures, and then officially started the shooting of promotional photos according to the requirements of the program. When shooting the last set, Xia Xiqing saw a tall figure entering the studio.
"Ziheng is here."
There was almost no need to distinguish, his radar scanned Zhou Ziheng in an instant, not to mention the dignified face of an actor, he couldn't find a second one just because of his tall figure.
Long time no see. Xia Xiqing's eyes returned to the camera, revealing a smile.
The author has something to say:
Reader: I want to reverse CP...
Zhou Ziheng: [covers his mouth] No, you don't want to. My next chapter will be officially launched, everyone. Hold on tight.
Uncle: What can you do when you go online, and you still haven't been teased by me? [shrugs]
Zhou Ziheng: Everyone in the comment area shouting against CP, you are all locked by the true fragrance law.