"Hara Ue's new look is so handsome! The photography was so distracting and kept cutting close-ups of him. When he poked him on the stage, I almost couldn't breathe!"

"It's pretty good-looking, but if he's lip-syncing, why is he holding a guitar? He can play the guitar?"

"Damn it! The intro is so awesome! Can someone check the fingering technique and see if it is played by him? I've never heard of him having this skill. Isn't it another double act?"

"Here is a 12-year-old guitarist. Yuan Shang's fingering is correct and his skills are quite proficient. He must have been practicing for many years. Why is he so low-key? If it were anyone else, he would definitely have the image of a talented person."

"Is this "The Starry River"? It was adapted by Hara Shang?! It feels so immersive that I can even hear the tears..."

"I'm half a vocal professional, so I'm definitely on the mic this time. Harakami's breath is a bit unsteady, but his switching between real and false notes is smooth. His singing skills are definitely not at the bottom among this group of contestants. I'm skeptical about the previous lip-syncing scandal.

manner.

Because the new image is so eye-catching, and Harakami's dazzling performance in this performance completely exceeded everyone's expectations, the live broadcast website and major forums were very lively for a while, and the attention to him spread almost radially. Harakami

When they arrived at the lounge, all the contestants who had been on stage gathered together and discussed this matter with their mobile phones. When they saw him coming back, they all looked at him with complicated eyes, and the envy, jealousy and hatred from the bottom of their hearts could hardly be concealed.

Yuan Shang was only watching TV. Wu Xiaoyue was jumping happily on the screen. This unruly young man who was prone to violence was unexpectedly lively and cute. His fluffy gray hair followed him and twitched, like a little rabbit shaking its furry legs.

To the ears.

He had just seen Ren Pingsheng's dejected mood soothed by the new beauty. He sat down and took out his mobile phone to do serious things.

He must contact Yu Shuimiao as soon as possible. Originally, the matter of resurrecting a corpse should not be publicized, but the image of the other person being photographed in agony in front of the spiritual photo repeatedly haunted Yuan Shang's mind. Yu Shuimiao was his childhood friend, brother, and parent.

After the death, the people closest to him had to trust each other, and in Yuan Shang's heart, he would have to retreat even if he lived his whole life. He could not sit back and watch a relative's future life because he was entangled in pain.

But as Yu Shuimiao is a well-established director in the industry, how can he be easily found by a little-known artist like him? I didn’t remember the other party’s number, and I couldn’t log in to my previous mobile phone after leaving WeChat. I really came to block people.

I was afraid that he would be stopped by security before entering the community. Fortunately, thanks to Bei Yuan'er, he found the phone and email address of Yu Shuimiao Studio on Weibo.

But this was not Yu Shuimiao's real private number after all. Yuan Shang fumbled and registered several accounts. In order to hide it from other people's eyes, he finally edited the story of Yu Shuimiao sleeping with a white girl while studying abroad and being beaten up by her boyfriend.

Attach your current mobile phone number at the bottom and send it out.

Looking at the icon indicating that the message was successfully sent, he felt tired for no reason. He raised his head and asked the group of guys who were still watching him: "Who brought a cigarette? Give me one."

****

When Zhou Zhanxiao found Yuan Shang, he was sinking into the sofa in the corner of the smoking area and lighting a fire. The man squinted his eyes slightly, and he didn't know where his gaze fell. He just held the smoke in his mouth, the lights were dim, and the mist shrouded the room.

, the whole person exudes an unpredictable feeling. There are not many people in the smoking area, but the area occupied by Yuan Shang tends to be empty. He just leans there, supporting his head lazily like a cat,

His features were delicate and difficult to describe, making people feel that even approaching him was abrupt. Zhou Zhanxiao stared blankly for a long time, but he couldn't find the shadow of his familiarity in the other person. No matter how he didn't want to believe it, he could only affirm what he just said.

guess.

He came in a fierce manner, but now that he saw him, he somehow lost the courage to dig into the problem, and could only stand by the smoking room door, in a dilemma.

Xiao Mao, who was so heartless, hurriedly caught up and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, what are you looking for? I'll call the station for you and ask!"

Everyone in the smoking room looked over in an instant, and someone immediately recognized Zhou Zhanxiao, the big financier, and came forward to say hello. Zhou Zhanxiao was so angry that his forehead swelled, he glared at Xiaomao, and then turned around, and sure enough he saw Yuan Shang holding a knife in his mouth.

The smoker looked at himself with a half-smile but not a smile. Being looked down upon by the other party's understatement, he felt guilty for no reason. He paused for a moment and then said with a deep heart: "Hara Ue, please come out for a moment."

Yuan Shang tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then took out the cigarette and put it out with his slender fingers. Shi Shiran stood up and walked over at a leisurely pace.

Zhou Zhanxiao could tell that this was not a pretense of calmness. Yuan Shang was really not afraid of him at all. Looking at the young man in front of him who was so forceful and forceful in every move, Zhou Zhanxiao almost felt that his previous acquaintance with him was just a fantasy.

The illusion, the corners of his eyes, the tips of his brows, his gestures, could not be found anywhere in the shadow of the shy and silent face he had when he faced himself in the past. If this was acting, his acting skills would be too good.

Yuan Shang had a bad impression of him and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to see me for something?"

"..." Zhou Zhanxiao was a little hurt by his attitude. He pursed his lips and whispered, "You lied to me."

Harakami was so shocked that his heart trembled, and he wondered what was going on with this resentful line. Then he realized what the other party meant. But there was no way to explain the question, so he could only remain silent and not answer.

When Zhou Zhanxiao accepted his acquiescence, he was filled with the anger of being fooled: "Is it fun to pretend to be a sissy? Is it fun to pretend to be an idiot? Is it fun to lie to me?"
Chapter completed!