Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

When the live broadcast transitioned from the black screen to the screen, Qin Jue was already in the dressing room.

Sen Ran took all aspects into consideration. Everyone in the camera except Qin Jue would be automatically blurred without revealing sex. The mosaic would only be removed when they agreed to appear in the full picture.

[...Is it my illusion, it's a bit scary]

【Front, you are not alone】

After entering the Mosen state, Qin Jue, who had changed into the costume, sat in front of the makeup mirror expressionlessly, and let Xu Ying take care of her makeup.

After so many days, I also saw Qin Jue's self-inflicted self-harm on the set because he was too involved in the play. Xu Ying's current psychological quality is not as good as usual, and his hand is as steady as a surgical operation.

"All right."

Xu Ying put down her makeup brush and spoke softly.

[Why does the sister who put makeup on the little wolf show love and affection in her eyes ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[Yes, yes, although it's blurry, my sister is so gentle]

Qin Jue nodded slightly, and slowly moved his neck in front of the mirror, staring straight at himself in the mirror from beginning to end.

The obvious dark circles, slightly deep nasolabial folds, and rough skin make her look like a social person who has experienced vicissitudes of life. Just looking at her appearance, she can't tell whether she is in her early twenties or in her late thirties.

The live broadcast returned to a black screen the moment Qin Jue walked out of the dressing room, and there were barrages of heated discussions among fans floating on it.

In their words, "I finally saw some new rice, of course I have to taste it carefully".

Today's scenes are not difficult, there are two indoor scenes, two outdoor scenes, and there are many group performances as background boards. Qin Jue only appears in the corner of the camera, but it is the focus.

Using movement to describe stillness, and using large to complement small is another shooting technique that He Xu is good at.

Treasure director.

Qin Jue learned the hot words on the Internet and secretly sighed.

When a scene needs to be moved after filming, she will turn on the live broadcast in the nanny's car. The camera intentionally avoids the window and does not reveal the location and other information, so as not to affect the shooting.

If it weren't for the powerful real-time processing system of his own daughter, Qin Jue still didn't know how many teams he would have recruited to achieve such a complex and appropriate live broadcast.

She stared at the camera quietly, from the initial discomfort to the present habit and kindness. She has to say that the "live broadcast" has made Qin Jue's aura a lot less lonely. She knows that on the other side of the screen, there are hundreds of The fact that thousands or even tens of thousands of people were with her was inexplicably reassuring and moved.

"Brother Qin, would you like something to eat?"

Zhang Ming was also in the car. Just now when Qin Jue was filming, he went to the snack shop next to him to buy breakfast.

"Well, have you eaten it yourself?" Qin Jue took the sandwich and breakfast milk.

"Eat, eat." Zhang Ming smiled and nodded.

[Xiao Ming is amazing, I'm a little scared to see Lang Lang across the screen...]

[hhhh Mingzi is so hardworking, she is still taking online classes]

[God, isn't this Qin Yi Technology's public class? I just finished listening to this session yesterday, and it's dry]

Qin Jue chewed his breakfast and immersed himself in Mason's state, as if he could not feel the taste of the food in his mouth. He regarded "eating" as a life-sustaining task and completed it wholeheartedly.

This man who became a murderer, just as he said to Tian Gang himself, "Life is already over."

Living like a walking dead, the only emotions that can cause mood swings are nightmares, blood and violence based on sex.

Nothing is good.

The gloom in Qin Jue's eyes was even stronger, and with her sickly pale skin, it gave the illusion of being targeted by a pervert.

[Woooooo, I'm so afraid that I dare not watch orz]

[I feel so kind, sometimes I look at myself in the mirror like this...]

That sullen, uninterested look, eager to die in the next second, the "little girl from the Lang Lang family" is all too familiar with this.

When she looked at Qin Jue, sadness, guilt, warmth, shame and other emotions were mixed into her mind.

It was really disgusting last night... Mingming and the actor I liked finally got together, but when I opened my mouth, I was talking about those negative energies, and I wanted to die at every turn. It's too bad...

But when she thought of what Qin Jue said at the time, she felt a hint of warmth in her heart that was about to suffocate. It was the warm feeling of being cared for and loved, and had the urge to cry different from sadness.

Just, just...

Even though he thanked Qin Jue very much, the "little girl from the Lang Lang family" still curled up into the bed in pain, letting his long hair cover his face, leaving only a translucent screen in the dullness and darkness.

Depressed people may even be afraid of the care of others.

Really hypocritical, right? When no one cares, I feel that I have been left behind by the whole world; when someone lends a helping hand and smiles, I feel disgusted by being so concerned, and I can only cause trouble to others all day long, and I can't wait to step back. Go back and disappear completely in this world.

Sure enough... I'm going to die one day.

As Qin Jue got out of the car and returned to the familiar black screen in the live broadcast room, the "little girl from Lang Lang's house" looked at herself reflected on the screen, and cursed this ugly and embarrassed face in her heart almost like a conditioned reflex.

Why don't you just disappear now?

My parents’ requirements will never be fulfilled. No matter how hard I study, I still can’t understand the knowledge. I finally got into a second-class university. I joined a club on a whim the day before, and I still don’t dare to go to today’s dinner party. I know how to dress, it's so dirty, I speak with a thick dialect accent, and my emotional intelligence is so low that it makes people unhappy. No wonder I don't have friends.

The low sobbing sound came from the quilt, as if it was blocked in the heavy quilt, unable to spread or convey.

What is the need for a person like you to live...

It is obvious that others can smile and work hard in the face of more difficult and difficult situations, why can't you? !

In the end, it's because you're a waste, you can't stand it at all times, and you're beaten to the point where you're not a human being, glass-hearted, hypocritical, and can't do anything except cry.

Exactly... there is not much left of the medicine, and it is almost finished. Otherwise, or wait until the little wolf finishes singing this song...

She whimpered and bit heavily on the back of her hand, healing her mental pain with the pain fed back to her, a vicious circle.

Countless times, she has stood on the rooftop, the breeze blowing her long hair, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, so comfortable that she wanted to jump off.

Countless times, she stood by the river, and there was a haggard **** the water, her face was unhappy, making her want to fall down and hug her.

countless times……

There are countless times when I want to die.

I don’t know why there is a bee spinning around her in the classroom, so annoying, I want to die; my roommate didn’t wait for her to go to the cafeteria alone, so annoying, and I feel that it’s even more annoying to be tied to others, I want to die; insomnia So I slept after the teacher assigned the homework, didn't dare to ask others, and finally wrote a mess and handed in the grades so bad that I couldn't see it, so annoying...

I like Qin Jue for so long just because he is not popular yet, he is very gentle, and he can read every barrage...

I can still... see myself...

Ah~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A selfish person like me is really... hopeless...

The endless entanglement, the rotation of the screen and the black screen in the live broadcast room, the passage of time.

In the upper right corner of the phone, the number gradually becomes sixteen o'clock.

The noisy human voice filled her eardrums, the girl shrank subconsciously, and the bright screen instantly attracted her full attention.

Qin Jue in school uniform appeared in the live broadcast.

On the bustling cross street, he carried his guitar, one step after another, to the wheat stand.

Eh……?

Do you sing in front of so many people?

It's amazing, it's probably something I can't do in my life...

"Little girl from Lang Lang's family" covered her mouth in the quilt. In the real-time switching scene, Qin Jue fiddled with the strings, and a string of piano sounds sounded faintly.