Fragrance

"Brother, listen to me!"

Qi Xingchen : "You don't say."

"That's what my girl friend said she got when she was giving her brother support!"

"Her brother?" Qi Xingchen was expressionless, "The 'brother' in her mouth means idol, not real brother!"

Qi Jiaze: "......"

Qi Jiaze: "Why does she call her idol her brother, does he recognize her?"

"I don't know if people recognize me, but I don't want to recognize you as my brother right now."

Qi Jiaze: "Boing Boing."

Qi Xingchen rubbed his sleepy hair, hung up the phone, and decided to leave that little brat alone for half a day.

He's more convinced that he passed out last night than that he slept naturally. The wrong number plus the brother's earthy response, double kill.

Heh.

Might as well pass out and save yourself from facing reality.

He doesn't even want to face An Ran, messages her that he's going for a morning run, and then dives into the pool.

The cool water of the pool in the early morning, finally pushed down half of the sense of shame. He was lying on the side of the pool to wipe his face, and the chief producer who had been away from the crew for half a month came back at an unknown time, and also brought his bathrobe over for a swim.

Seeing him, the chief producer: "Hahahahahahaha ......"

"You swim slowly, I'll go to the theater." Qi Xingchen quickly fled the scene.

I went back to take a shower, changed my clothes and got into the car. An Ran had not yet come down, and Qi Xingchen was sitting in his seat looking around.

Coldly, he saw Old Qin's hands laying a few newspapers, the pattern printed on the newspapers looked very familiar.

"Uncle Qin," Qi Xingchen asked, "why did you buy so many newspapers?"

Old Qin : "Uh ...... Trying to care about national affairs in more ways than one."

From his stammering reply, Qi Xingchen, sensitive to a hint of abnormality, pretended to get up to get his clothes.

And then, as fast as he could, he grabbed the paper!

Sure enough, the social news section of the metropolitan news paper devoted a large portion of its page to the strange happenings at the Coastal Plaza yesterday.

The next city morning paper is this.

And then the next Living Newspaper is this.

And then again the next Metro News Express does the same thing.

Hot air balloons, two eye-catching banners, and rose petals brightly printed on the newspaper in a font that was as big as it needed to be.

At 50 cents a copy, they were inexpensive and were bought by people out for breakfast, morning walks, etc., and then taken back to their families to be passed around.

In short, one quarter of the citizens of H City now know who "Qi Xingchen" is.

Qi Xingchen finally realized that escaping would not work, looked at the time, just after seven, and called Old Qin: "Uncle Qin, turn on the radio and tune it to the H city channel."

Old Qin opened according to the words, and then the sweet female voice came out: "Yesterday, some citizens showed their love to an artist named Qi Xingchen by burning hot air balloons, hanging banners, scattering flower petals, etc., which caused a great impact on our city's hygiene. Here, on behalf of the municipal government, I would like to remind everyone that stargazing needs to be sensible, do not learn from this citizen."

"......" Qi Xingchen takes a deep breath.

When recording "Poor Traveler", he joked that Bai Ye would be on the social news, but he didn't expect to end up on it himself!

It's too hard. He's too hard.

I guess the microblogging has now fallen hardest hit, after all, there were so many people in the Coastal Plaza yesterday that it was inevitable that someone would spread the word online.

Qi Xingchen opened his Weibo client, which he hadn't touched for more than 10 hours, to check Shang Yuliang's apology blog.

A very few people suspected that Shang Yuliang was threatened and had to publicly apologize, but the majority of people commenting were still sensible.

[Yesterday, I scolded Qi Jiaze's brother, so I apologize to him and hope he can see it.]

I'm Qi Jiaze's classmate. Yesterday afternoon, the school found out that he didn't hurt Tao Xuan.

I can tell from the wording that this tweet was sent voluntarily. Don't be a conspiracy theorist. A high school student. What's wrong with you?

"Are all high school kids this handsome now?" "What did you grow up eating?" "Awslawsl

Qi Xingchen's comments are a little comforting, as the brother in the original article, who was cyber-violated to the point of a nervous breakdown and ran himself over with his car, will finally be able to move on with his life.

Then he opened the hot search, his mind changed instantly, hating to result in his brother's little life with his own hands!

While most celebrities have a big hit, Qi Xingchen has a big name--

In the middle of the list, the phrases "巨他妈帅 Qi Xingchen" and "走花路吧 Qi Xingchen" were neatly placed next to each other.

Tap in:

[This is enough to apply for Sandy News of the Year, isn't it?]

[Annual may not be enough, but monthly certainly is.]

"23333 is fucking awesome." "Qi Xingchen, I've already cut the banner off as a lock screen.

After looking at Qi Xingchen's photos, passersby said that he was right when he said, "He's so damn handsome" [drooling].

There were even fans at the bottom who became disgruntled over who was up and who was down in these two articles and began to battle each other, bound to top the words they supported!

Qi Xingchen shut down the client in despair. But the better thing is that because of this sand sculpture video, he finally switched from being hacked and rubbed the wrong way to being laughed at.

Sort of a comfort in disguise.

"Shorty~"

At that moment, An Ran came down and saw that Qi Xingchen was actually ahead of her, and curiously said, "Have you eaten breakfast, giant handsome Qi Xingchen."

"...... Call my name!" Qi Xingchen crumbles, "I haven't eaten yet!"

An Ran guessed he hadn't eaten and handed him the food with a smile, "Are you not going to the Oceanarium later?"

"Well, going to U of H to shoot a campus scene."

"And then it's going to kill," An Ran snapped her fingers, "almost a week."

Hearing the word "one week", the car suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Most artists have a detailed itinerary and know what to do next when their schedule ends. Qi Xingchen, on the other hand, is in a situation where she doesn't have a manager and doesn't know where to go from here.

An Ran couldn't bear to ask Qi Xingchen and took the lead to break the silence, "Xingchen, what's your work email, I'll check it."

Qi Xingchen told her the number and password, knowing full well that there could be no job offer.

Chen Nuoya knows his status, so how dare she arrange work for him casually. He doesn't have an agent to ask Chen Nuoya for resources, so his schedule will naturally be empty.

"Let's see... ......" An Ran checks down the page as she deletes the spam and flips through two pages before suddenly "eeking".

Qi Xingchen is curious: "What do you see?"

"Appel ...... Why does this sound so familiar," An Ran rattles off, "Après..... .Après......"

"Yes!" She exclaimed, "It's Après, the perfume brand! It was e-mailed to your mailbox four days ago!"

Qi Xingchen also has some impression, Après is a French niche salon incense brand, not too famous, but the fragrance, quality control are good, chatting when he had heard Qi Yuji mentioned.

"What did Après say?" He asked.

"Wait, I haven't opened it yet," An Ran read it from top to bottom, "The sender says he's the product manager of Après, and he's asking if you're interested in being the spokesperson for their new perfume for the Asian region. ...... Wow, Xingchen! A spokesperson! You're getting an endorsement!"

"You're not happy!" An Ran almost jumped up and down with joy.

Qi Xingchen, on the other hand, doesn't think it's that simple.

He wants work but no work, he wants fame but no fame, what does the other side see in him to make him endorse?

"Sister An Ran, did the other person leave contact information."

"Left a phone number."

"Call and ask for me, tell them I'm interested in working together."

"Good." An Ran thought of the wording, then dialed the phone and put it on speakerphone.

The assistant or interpreter answered the phone, and after An Ran indicated the intention of the caller, the person on the other end said that the product manager had a meeting in the morning, and that if he didn't mind, he could arrange an audition in the afternoon or evening.

When he heard the word "audition", Qi Xingchen understood. He had not been chosen, but had been listed as one of the choices.

He signaled An Ran for an evening appointment and the other party readily agreed, ending the call and sending the address and time.

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S city is forty minutes away from H city by plane, yesterday after landing Bai Ye rushed directly to the S city stadium rehearsal, busy until very late.

After attending an interview this morning, the East Orange party said they wanted to pick him up and talk about the plans for the talent show variety show. Bai Ye knew that he would not be able to pass up this meal, so he came out of the studio and instructed the receptionist to send him to the restaurant that East Orange had booked.

A Lun tossed and turned with him for two days, tossing and turning enough to yawn and play with his cell phone on the way.

I don't know what's so funny, A Lun suddenly covered his stomach and shouted at Bai Ye: "Boss, look at this hahahahaha, I'm laughing my ass off!"

Bai Ye was checking the finished movie of his new song's music video and didn't really want to pay attention to him, looking down and continuing to work.

"Look at it," A Lun said, knowing his problem of not taking care of people at work, "Xingchen's."

"Hmm?"

Bai Ye took the cell phone from A Lun and watched the whole hot air balloon show with a slight frown on his face.

Other people who have never been to the little fan room may not know the orientation of the little fan window, but he has been there, and the location of the hot air balloon on the video is in the direction directly opposite the little fan window.

In other words, this is someone intentionally releasing hot air balloons to show their love to their little fans, not fan support.

Bai Ye snapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the seat, then opened Qi Xingchen's homepage on A Lun's cell phone, and naturally saw the beginning and end of the request for votes.

He didn't say anything and handed the phone back to A Lun.

Arriving at the restaurant half an hour later, the deputy manager of East Orange TV was in place with all the directors, coordinators and producers of the talent show variety show. Everyone exchanged pleasantries for a while and entered the topic.

"Xiao Bai," the assistant manager said, "have you finished reading the contract for My Time?"

'My Time' was the name of the talent variety show, Bai Ye nodded, "After reading it, the lawyer said all the terms were tilted in my favor, no problem."

"You can't be hired without leaning toward you ah ...... Then I'll go back and have my lawyer draw up a formal contract, and we'll sign it when we get a chance - don't you dare back out on the deal!"

"It won't," Bai Ye smiled, "Don't worry."

With Bai Ye's affirmation, the assistant manager's expression was much lighter, and he let out a long breath, "With you, My Time is halfway to success, and I can finally sleep well and proceed to finalize the rest of the mentors."

Listening to his misery, Bai Ye faintly asked, "How many mentors have you settled on?"

"The initiator is you, dance, voice, acting tutor almost three days to get done. Starlight observers are not easy to find, received a few information, now there is no particularly agreeable object, you turn back if you have time to help me advise."

"Starlight Observer ......" Bai Ye sulks for a moment, "What's required?"

"It's best to know a little bit of all aspects, because the later set up of the assistant acting session," the assistant manager paused, "but do not need to be proficient, because the main task of this role is to objectively observe whether the contestant meets the conditions of the debut, do not make the dance tutor biased towards the dance stream, the acting tutor biased towards the acting stream, it would be meaningless! ."

After listening to the assistant manager's words, Bai Ye's mind moved.

His fingers traced a circle around the rim of the teacup, and his skin color was even whiter than white porcelain, to which all the women in the room had their eyes firmly glued.

"Have you been following Poor Traveler," Bai Ye said, "There's a guest named Qi Xingchen who fits the bill, so consider him."

"Qi Xingchen I do know ...... Okay, I'll go back and double check his profile."

One word of recommendation is enough, Bai Ye, to the point.

The general direction had been talked about, and while he ate, he discussed some details of the variety show with East Orange's side.

The meal was very successful, and at the end of it, Bai Ye called out to the assistant manager, "By the way, leave me two tickets for the first row of the music festival."

"To ask for tickets to the assistant manager here, can really have you," the assistant manager cried and laughed, "OK, I go back to squeeze out two for you. Who do you want to give them to?"

To whom?

Thinking of the tweets of small fans begging for tickets, Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh lowly: "Not giving it away to anyone, treating my fans to a concert."