Fanservice Paradox

Bluffs don't need to draft. Fang Juexia couldn't envy him.

"You! Who are you?"

"Can't hear it?" The ending sounded more and more casual in the interrogative sentence. The hand that Fang Juexia felt was shaking, and he tapped his shoulders with his fingertips, "I Pei Tingsong."

Suddenly the other party's voice froze, "Bae ..."

"Yes, it was Pei Tingsong who lastly killed you trash. I heard that you wanted someone to block me last time? Was it successful?" Pei Tingsong pressed his hand to the table behind him and sat on the table , "It didn't seem to dare to cut me off at the end."

Fang Juexia knew where his energy was, but he didn't expect this guy to be willing to use it on himself.

The other party was in the throat for a moment, knowing that he could not afford to offend this kid, so he did not work around him. "You give the phone to Fang Juexia, I have something serious to talk to him."

"Your business is a young male artist with unspoken rules? Your welfare is good."

He even knew that, Fang Juexia frowned.

Pei Tingsong is a straight-forward character. He has known this for two years. But even so, he was poked by the three words of the unspoken rules, so he tried to escape from that Yuzaiyou's hand and pulled away the intimate distance.

But Pei Tingsong caught the escaped wrist at the moment his shoulders left control. He still maintained a half-headed posture, just raised his eyes slightly, sharp eyes on Jue Xia's gaze above him, and then continued his conversation just now, "I just want to do news, ready-made materials are waiting for me to burst, yes Right. "

Fang Juexia doesn't know who this [yes] is for, he just feels like his wrist is pierced.

"What does it have to do with your mother?"

He is also curious, because it really has nothing to do with Pei Tingsong.

"Of course."

The wrist was held tighter.

Pei Tingsong's long legs stretched out, "Did you not watch Hot Search? The company asked us to form a CP, so before the business ended ..." He faced Fang Juexia and smiled like a naughty child. "Everything he followed I'm bound. "

"His reputation is related to my reputation. His private life affects my private life in the eyes of the public. Once it becomes a community of interests, these things should be equated in the eyes of others."

His tone was full of jokes, "Do you think I look like someone who will be supported by you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was excited and angry at the beginning, and finally stopped completely, unable to make a sound. In this circle, some people are famous, some people have money, some people have means, but in any case, they have one thing in common, that is, accept and generally abide by the rules of the game in this circle. But Pei Tingsong is a freak who likes to foul, but there is a strong backing behind him that supports him. This makes him not only muddy, but also not easy to mess with.

Hearing that there was no sound, Pei Tingsong pouted, "Goodbye, Deputy Director Yang."

After he finished speaking, his tone chilled again quickly.

"Honestly, dream less."

Pei Tingsong raised his hand to the ear and hung up the phone, taking off the headset. He raised his chin and stared at Fang Juexia without saying a word. Although he didn't speak, the hint of raising his eyebrows was too obvious.

Fang Juexia knew what he was supposed to say at this time, but he looked down at Pei Tingsong's hand and didn't mean to let go at all. When Pei Tingsong saw him like this, the corner of his mouth hooked again, and his long fingers were playing with his headphones.

"Thank you."

Pei Tingsong tilted his head, his eyes chasing Fang Juexia's evasive gaze, "It doesn't seem to thank me for listening to you."

Who knew Fang Juexia suddenly became serious, "I am very grateful. But I don't want anyone involved in this kind of thing, especially my teammates."

So serious.

Pei Tingsong nodded lazily, "I especially don't want to be me."

Fang Juexia's indifferent eyes looked at him for a few seconds, and then nodded slightly, agreeing with this sentence.

"But I still thank you."

Hearing this sentence, Pei Tingsong smiled. Speaking of his facial features, the most strange thing is a pair of eyes. When not smiling, he is cold and deep, but as soon as he smiles, he immediately turns into a childish smile, and his temperament changes instantly.

But Fang Juexia knew that even if he was laughing now, he was just having fun with him.

He simply asked with curiosity, and his expression looked like a student with a strong curiosity. "Why would anyone want to fall in love with you? I can't imagine how you are in bed at all. Do these people have ice addiction or wood addiction?"

He said this straightforwardly, and Fang Juexia was not angry, just calmly said, "Can you let go of the wooden hand?"

Pei Tingsong realized that he was still pulling his wrist, and his bad nature recurred, "I don't."

During the stalemate, they heard Cheng Qiang's voice outside, "Jue Xia? Xiao Pei? Strange ..."

"Qiang Brother told you." Fang Juexia quickly understood the whole story. I saw the other side shrugging, irresolutely, "Whoever tells me, anyway, things will continue to develop, and sooner or later will be known by people throughout the company."

"What do you know?"

Looking at this fearless look, Pei Tingsong felt funny, "Yes, this is not the first time. Then why are you refusing this time? Before anyway ..."

At the same time, Cheng Qiang saw the two people in the meeting room through the glass door. He pushed the door open, "What are you two doing? I found it only after a round."

Fang Juexia drew his hand quietly, glanced down at the wrist that was being held red. Pei Tingsong came down from the table with ease, "I didn't do anything, cultivate and cultivate feelings in advance."

"Come on, it hasn't been cultivated for two years. It's fake." Cheng Qiang noticed the look on Jue Xia's face and asked specifically, "What's wrong?"

"I have settled that matter." Pei Tingsong took the lead first. "I will say back to my sister, and if this Yang Cheng is not honest anymore, he will directly withdraw his capital. With his character, waiting for the show to come out, she is resisted Your money is even more floating. "

Cheng Qiang nodded. The reason why he was willing to tell Pei Tingsong was also because he knew the contradiction between him and the deputy director before. He knew that Pei Tingsong's character who couldn't rub the sand would definitely shoot.

"Then you have to thank Xiao Pei." He took Fang Juexia's shoulder and walked to the meeting room before them, but Fang Juexia just stiffened and responded in a low voice.

Pei Tingsong walked behind, looking at Fang Juexia's back. He is well aware of the contradiction complex. But Fang Juexia was probably the strange contradiction he had seen. Natural appearance has a cold feeling, it seems that whenever people refuse to be thousands of miles away, such people are trapped in that kind of rumor.

But now that he looks like Ning Weiyu is not broken, he is really curious.

Is it a post-traumatic stress response?

Although Pei Tingsong doesn't look down on people who sell their upper body, but he has a natural affection for people with high business skills. Fang Juexia is such a person. His dance ability is the absolute top level in the entire circle, not to mention It was said that he was born with a good voice. Working together for two years, Pei Tingsong's aversion to him dropped a little bit from the peak of the original rumor, and now it is almost nonsensical.

In addition to being indifferent, I was a little curious, because Fang Juexia's contradiction was too special.

The process of the second half of the meeting was quick. Pei Tingsong was absent, and he forgot that he came here to oppose the planning of their group CP. After a while, the door of the conference room opened, and the other four teammates also entered.

The boss signaled everyone to sit down and told the assistant to distribute the new plan, "Kaleido has only released two specials since his debut, and the closest is the mini album released a year ago. In fact, it should have returned early, and you are probably worried."

Chen Zhengyun glanced at the past, "We just met and discussed just now, in order to make the most of the recent heat, the company decided to produce and publish the new special as soon as possible.

Team Changjiang Miao raised questions, "but it takes time to make an album ..."

"Yes." Chen Zhengyun said, "You can't just compress the production time and make an album out of order to fool the fans because of the heat. You are idols. Singing and dancing are the vocation. At least this should not disappoint others. Balance the production level and Time, you need another way to maintain the heat. Zi Yan Jiangmiao you have variety resources, Lu Yuan's dance program is also recorded, Ling Yi has ost, Jue Xia also recorded ... "

Cheng Qiang cut off, "Juexia's program is gone."

Some doubts appeared on Chen Zhengyun's face, but he didn't delve into it, and continued, "Return to say. In short, we are talking about resources, and we can get a flying guest of the popular variety show when we talk well." The project case was distributed.

Ling, who got the plan, flipped upright and surprised, "Is there a group?"

"This time we will record everyone's real life, which may be added to some entertainment links to avoid single content." Cheng Qiang explained the details of the group's comprehensive planning to everyone. "The form may be recording and broadcasting, and the middle will also be Spread some live broadcasts to save time. "

Before the meeting ended, Chen Zhengyun stood up, "You are all powerful children, and you should know how cruel this circle is in the past two years. I don't need to say anything. Everyone knows."

"I look forward to seeing you who shine as idols."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Juexia felt trance-like back to the original stage that he had longed for, as if approaching him again, albeit in this absurd way.

On the day after the meeting, six people stayed in the company to prepare for the new album.

Today's entertainment industry gives idols a lot of opportunities, but it doesn't give them too many opportunities. The embarrassment is that most of these young people originally entered the circle with the dream of singing and dancing, but ended up doing various other jobs for various reasons. In the name of idols, I suffer from various prejudices, and I can't really get the stage that Idou should have.

They gradually moved away from music and dance, one after another, went to the big and small studios, spent countless nights in a similar studio, forgot their original intention, and finally got the phrase "greedless" or "do n’t live with porcelain without diamonds" The sloppy conclusion disappeared in the new beautiful wave.

The chaos of the artist's career division has made too many fresh lives passively become the residue under the gear of the endlessly operating big machine of the entertainment circle. Day after day, there are always fresh and beautiful victims involved.

"Jue Xia practiced dance today with too much intensity." Ling Yi gasped and leaned against the wall, unscrewed the thermos with the fat sea, to drink. "No, I didn't open my throat today, cough." He Started to be weird, and stretched out his hand in a hoarse throat, "Fire, my throat, what's wrong with my throat? I can't be flattered anymore ..."

He Ziyan, who supported his legs and did sit-ups for the team Changjiang Miao, freed his hand to cover his mouth. "Go into the cold palace, Ling Fei, your physical strength is too bad to be a pet."

"No, you can't even keep up with Yuan Yuan! They are the main dancers, so there is always comparability." Ling Yi took his arm and turned to Pei Tingsong, "Is it Xiao Pei."

"Huh." Pei Tingsong, with his hands in his sweater pockets, responded with some perfunctory, looking at Fang Juexia in front of the mirror.

He felt the man holding his strength.

That kind of feeling is beyond description. Obviously, in the secular aesthetic, this person's appearance can almost be covered with fragility and softness. But he thought Fang Juexia looked like a thorn.

A stubborn thorn that never softens.

This is the second time that the person in front of him has fallen into a quagmire of hidden rules. If the first reluctance can be counted as rumors, this time it was the unsuccessful transaction that Pei Tingsong really saw.

What are these people trying to do? Pretty? young?

Seriously he didn't understand.

Pei Tingsong has never been in love, not because he was young with a blank relationship, but because he was not interested in falling in love. Whenever he thought that his heart would be trapped by sticky and trivial ideas, he felt wasted. Such things as feelings can be used to send people to heaven when they are good, but not as **** when they are bad.

But they should not want to fall in love with Fang Juexia. These middle-aged men are all procrastinating, just trying something new.

That physical desire is even more absurd. He can hardly imagine how it feels to think about a man's body. Although he grew up abroad, he has all kinds of friends around him, and he is quite supportive of minorities. But he was not **** and could not understand this addiction.

Suddenly touched two blind spots. But Pei Tingsong's way of thinking is different from others. He can't stand the vague appearance, he must think.

He tried to find the answer from Fang Juexia.

"I'm going, Fang Jue Xia is crazy. How long has this been practiced? Tired, and I will never practice dancing with the practice demon again." Lu Yuan also came back, gasping with his hips. Jiang Miao finished the last sit-up with a smile, "Ah, my stomach is sore ..."

"Go, eat, I'm hungry ~" Ling Yi dragged Jiang Miao, "Captain, I want to eat!"

"It's time to come." Jiang Miao glanced at his watch and called Sing Xia Xuan from afar. Fang Juexia stopped in front of the mirror and gasped and said, "I'll go for a while."

"Okay." Everyone knows his personality. This guy is the most intensive exercise in the company. No one can stop him. Ling Yi dragged down Pei Tingsong, "Go Xiao Xiao Pei, today I will take you to the company cafeteria to go to the countryside and swipe my card!"

Who knew Pei Tingsong said uncharacteristically, "Brother, go first, I'll practice."

Several people froze in place.

No, this guy who totally treats the love bean business as a ticket player has changed his personality?

Jiang Miao will look at him and smile, "Then let's go first, don't practice too long to delay eating."

When they all walked to the cafeteria, Ling Yi was still worried, "They won't fight."

"This one has been waiting too long, too long." He Ziyan's expression of a bodhisattva with an open-eyed eye was out of tune with his broken eyebrow. Lu Yuan took the opportunity to grab the sirloin on his plate and stuffed his mouth. "Don't say that, I seem to have been brainwashed by the little girls on the Internet, and now they feel old enough to watch them."

Ling Yi used chopsticks to hold an extra-thickly cut potato shred, like a smoking big man, "Xiao Fang, and this little Pei, every day, it's just like the next second. . Do you say that these little girls are going to have CP after seeing the truth? "

"Yes." He Ziyan calmly patted the evil hand stretched out by Lu Yuan with chopsticks for the second time.

"Why?" Ling Yi blinked.

"Let's eat." Jiang Miao's face showed a smile that he couldn't see. He couldn't fight it. "

There are only two people left in the practice room. Fang Juexia has stopped practicing dance. The habit of the past two years has made him naturally take the initiative to avoid when facing Pei Tingsong, to avoid making trouble. He brought his sweaty hair to the back, revealing a clean forehead, ready to leave.

Seeing the natural touch of red in the corner of the other person's eyes, Pei Tingsong suddenly remembered when he first saw him.

As an airborne trainee, he was led by Cheng Qiang to meet his future teammates. It was also this practice room, and it was also winter. When the door opened, several boys were practicing their debut dance. Everyone turned around when they heard the movement, and only a guy wearing a black baseball cap still practiced in the mirror until Cheng Qiang spoke.

He stopped, panting silently, turning around, much like it was at this moment. The sweat beads flowed down the line of the jaw, like a drop of water melting on the edge of the eaves.

Of course, the last self-introduction is also his.

Fang Juexia, who was only 20 years old at the time, took off his hat and pushed his wet hair to the back like before, revealing a complete face. A slender pale red birthmark on the white skin, abstracted in Pei Tingsong's mind.

Sakura blowing snow. This is the most appropriate image he found.

"Hello, my name is Fang Juexia."

[Lian Yu didn't know that spring was going, and Yi Qing felt Xia Shen. ]

Obviously it belongs to the name of summer, but the coldness of winter.

He nodded and smiled back, "Pei Tingsong."

At that time, the familiar Ling Yi asked, "What a special name! How did it come up?"

"I was born on New Year's Eve. The bamboo bowl was roaring fiercely at the bamboo bowl, and the Shou Sui feast started listening to the song pepper. My grandfather took the name given to me in the poem.

"Wow, it's really nice, but you don't look like a child born in winter."

is it.

The sight blurred by the memory returned a little bit to reality, Pei Tingsong stared at Fang Juexia in the mirror.

The stretch of sight fell to the half of his sweater cuffs, and the exposed arm was white and lean. The veins and veins on the arm were faintly moving. The loose pants after sweating didn't consciously stick to the body, and they followed the action. Down the line, the depressions on both sides of the ankle bone and the heel were held by the closed trouser legs, scratching the white skin.

Somehow, Pei Tingsong remembered how he felt when he held his wrist.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Juexia noticed his eyes from the mirror, turned around, and looked at him coldly.

Letting go of the unconsciously held hand, Pei Tingsong lazily laughed and looked directly at his face.

"Look where you look good."

The author has something to say: the source of the names of the two people:

Pei Tingsong: The fire bowl roared bamboo fiercely, and the Shou Sui feast started listening to Song pepper. -"New Year's Eve" (Song Dai Retro)

Fang Juexia: Even rain doesn't know the spring is going, Yi Qing Fang Juexia is deep. -"Xi Qing" (Song Fancheng)

In fact, these two poems are quite in line with their respective personalities.

[I ca n’t see Fang Jue ’s character at the opening, please abandon the text directly. Do n’t scold him in the comment area. It ’s not as bad as washing yourself and sending it up. Fang Juexia is definitely not a bun character. He is a very sturdy and brave person. Please don't use the ideas you read in three chapters to conjecture him maliciously.

At this time, the relationship with the recipient is very poor. There is no need to scold him for disrespecting people. The copywriting is very clear. They start badly, and do n’t take care of him. People in your life may not be close and affectionate with people with poor relationships. Don't like this kind of opening, you can discard the text

Finally, let me explain the question that many people ask, "Why not record?" Do you really think that the fact that a little idol can record can change the fact that it is oppressed by capital and background users? Can you really resist? After recording the sound, who will bear the consequences, will he and his teammates? Originally, there was no backstage and no resources, and then they were refrigerated together with TV and capital?

The beginning of this article is to confuse idols and climb up step by step. Those who don't like this category can really be discarded. Don't force yourself. 】

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