Before going to bed, Xia Xiqing habitually went to his Weibo. At first, this account was just used to share his paintings, but in the end it turned into a star chasing account.

Why is there so much news? He was shocked. Although as the most famous painter in the circle, he has been so popular with some fans on weekdays, there are almost too many new news this time that Weibo will be stuck.

Xia Xiqing withdrew and restarted it, which was normal.

[Little Rabbit Guai]: Tsing big! You are the little brother in white shirt, right!!

[President Heng please up front]: Damn it really is summer's big touch???No way?

Had it been discovered? Xia Xiqing frowned in confusion and flipped down the comments. It turned out that they were all comments from fans of Heng, and countless private messages, almost all of which were about the press conference incident a few days ago.

Sure enough, it was revealed that the Internet is really something that makes people unable to hide.

Instead of letting these fans guess here, it is better to just self-destruct.

Xia Xiqing, holding a broken can, held a mentality of giving up, opened the camera and took a picture of his face. The distance was too close, and his hair that had not been dry after taking a shower was scattered in front of his face, and the angle from bottom to top was also very strange. He looked at it and barely looked like himself, so he sloppyly posted the photo to Weibo.

[clear_summer]:Share pictures.

The moment it was sent out, the vibration of the phone did not stop, new news continued to flow out, and the excitement of fans almost poured out of the screen, and it hit his face.

[The First A of the Universe]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[It's a watermelon, not a winter melon]: My god is so beautiful, the mole on the tip of the nose is so cool that it is not as good as me!

[Little Rabbit Guai]: The skin is good, the nose is so straight, the eyelashes are so long, and you can hold it with such a tricky angle. It turns out that I am a fan of the gods.

[First Lady Zhou Ziheng]: I used to think that Summer was a god painting, but now I know that you are a god. I have worked hard to come down to earth [Tearing

[The only Hengheng mother fan on the entire network]: Mom, why does it rely on talent if you have such a good appearance?

...

Soon, Xia Xiqing's Weibo became popular. His Weibo ID once again entered the top of the hot search list, becoming a new internet celebrity that netizens talked about. A lot of work invitations came in private messages, and even signing invitations.

This era is extremely exaggerated, and a good appearance has become the most direct and superficial shortcut to advance in life.

The phone vibrated again.

[Why don’t you come to the company to find me when you return home? When you go home on the weekend, I have something to tell you. - Dad]

The darkness in the room was like a wet and cold quilt, wrapping Xia Xiqing inside, making it breathless.

[I don't have the time to go to your house. Please call me if you have any questions.]

After sending the text message, Xia Xiqing walked to the windowsill and lit a cigarette. The off-white smoke and soft and cold moonlight were rubbed together, and they penetrated into the gaps in their brain to fill the gaps, making their consciousness blurred.

Like most netizens, Zhou Ziheng, who is doing makeup and hair for the cover of the magazine, is also browsing on Weibo.

On the day when Xia Xiqing became popular overnight, Zhou Ziheng almost certain that he pretended to be a fan to catch the popularity just to enter the entertainment industry, and then bought some hot searches and other hypes to increase fans. After all, he has a good appearance, and it is easy to become popular in this era of appearance. But when Jiang Yin said that he was unwilling to sign a contract to debut, Zhou Ziheng was a little confused again. Could it be that he was really just a fan?

So, Zhou Ziheng, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, went to Weibo account and clicked on the hot searches to follow the clues to find Xia Xiqing's fan number.

It turns out that he is really a fan, or a painter.

However, Xia Xiqing almost never posts on Weibo, nor does he forward various pictures of his live like other fans. He just silently posted the paintings he drew. His painting style is very unique. With just a few strokes, he can perfectly outline the human body texture. He can feel the strong hormonal impact transmitted in the painting through the screen.

When he was looking through his Weibo, Zhou Ziheng also looked at the Weibo reposts and found that except for the fan who made Xia Xiqing a magic painter, all of them were - "I'm so angry that I couldn't close my legs!! Lying flat and asking for the sun" and other words.

Well, what's wrong with the little girls nowadays...

The fingers that were sliding the screen accelerated unconsciously. Suddenly a painting flashed in front of him. He couldn't help but stop and flipped up again.

The painting was once popular, and it was a silhouette of his three-step layup, the shadows scattered on his body cut by sunlight, the slender fingers that clutched the basketball, the red sweat-soaked jersey, and the tight muscle texture all over his body.

He quit the Weibo interface, opened his own album, and found this painting in an album named fanart. He never noticed that there was a handwritten signature in the lower right corner of the painting - tsing.

It turns out that I have seen his paintings before, and even saved them to show off to my friends.

Zhou Ziheng, who had exited from his small account, hesitated all night and finally did not delete the painting from his phone.

But I always feel something is wrong.

Perhaps in order to take advantage of the popularity, the reality show mentioned by Jiang Yin rushed to the pace and ended the planning work that had been delayed for a long time, finalized the list of the recorded stars and amateurs, 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 that I will run away?" Xia Xiqing was wearing only a pair of cotton trousers, sitting cross-legged on the bed, rubbing her wet hair.

Jiang Yin took a look and found that his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, which was obviously the result of long-term exercise. He was not so strong, but he could only be called thin, but he still had some disagreements with that beautiful face. This surprised her, but she just kept putting the documents in her hand on the table without hesitation, "That's not it. Here are some information about the program, you have time to read it."

"Do you have a script?" Xia Xiqing moved her neck and put on a loose T-shirt, looking like a high school student. "I will not follow your script first, so don't have any expectations for me."

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 plot in the secret room specially asked by the program team to write." After saying that, she changed her subject, "Although the script has nothing to do with you, we still arranged the character design, and you need to be closer. Are you very good at disguising anyway?"

This woman always speaks straightforwardly, and Xia Xiqing is almost used to it. "That's it..." He stretched out his long legs, threw the towel onto the chair aside, folded his hands behind his head, leaning back against the wall, and speaking in a silence, "Tell me, what character did you have for me."

Jiang Yin sat at the table leisurely, "You think, Ziheng has been transforming and has seen a huge popularity so the company definitely hopes to continue his aggressive setting. If we want to sing CP, what kind of person do you think should be matched with, which kind of person will be more likely to become popular?"

Xia Xiqing, leaning on the bed, stared at Jiang Yin, her slowly blinking eyes like a slow motion that kept getting closer. His face began to show a harmless clean smile of humans and animals, and the mole on the tip of his nose added a bit of innocence to him.

"Angel character is suitable for both young and old, and there is no deception for the old."

Jiang Yin shrugged, "Smart."

He sneered, not at all the gentle look he had just now, and was filled with disdain for a moment.

"It seems that you have decided to take the attack without authorization." Xia Xiqing bent one leg, put his arm on his knee, supported his chin with his palm, and looked at Jiang Yin with unknown eyes.

"No...Ziheng's character is... Of course, it depends on what netizens think in the end." Jiang Yin was a little panicked at first. She didn't expect Xia Xiqing to raise this question, but after saying this, she suddenly felt that although this person was beautiful, his aura was really strong.

Although Xia Xiqing did not hide her true character in front of Jiang Yin, she did not know Xia Xiqing's romantic style, nor did she know that he was always top, so she could only attribute his sentence about attacking and suffering to men's natural desire for dominance.

"It's okay, that's okay." Xia Xiqing curled her lips and her eyes became gentle again, "I am easy to talk to."

In just a few minutes, the expression on Xia Xiqing's face changed again and again, which made Jiang Yin amazed in his heart. It would be useless to not act with such talent. Although she had learned about Xia Xiqing's ability, she didn't know why he agreed to her invitation so simply, "You promised to participate in the show, and don't even ask how much is the reward?"

"Don't worry about 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 looked at Jiang Yin, "But Zhou Ziheng probably won't recognize the character you gave me."

"It's okay, I'll communicate with him. He has been acting for so long, so he won't be in a hurry to sabotage the situation."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, always feeling that things are 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 simply cleaned up. The makeup artist was a young girl. Although she was used to seeing beautiful stars, she was still shocked when she saw Xia Xiqing. While putting on makeup, she asked him for maintenance secrets. A young assistant named Xiaojie entered the dressing room. Xia Xiqing smiled at the young boy in the mirror. The other party was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head and said, "Xia, Mr. Xia, Sister Jiang Yin asked me to come over to be your assistant. You can find me any needs when recording the show."

"I feel that only older people will be called Mr.," Xia Xiqing showed her gentle expression that she is best at, "I should look quite young."

"Ah? No, no..."

"No?" Xia Xiqing smiled so hard that her eyebrows were crescendous, like a crescent moon.

"Ah I mean... Sorry, sorry, you look like a college student. I, I'm a little nervous..." Xiaojie waved his hand quickly, "That..."

"Just call me Xiqing." The so-called makeup is just a bottom and a brow, which is much faster than I imagined. Xia Xiqing stood up and turned around to shake hands with Xiaojie, "I am twenty-five years old, probably older than you, 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 hands with both hands, "I also have a lot of things I don't understand, so I'll be grateful."

So honest. Xia Xiqing was secretly surprised. This was good. She thought Jiang Yin would put a versatile eyeliner. It seemed that he was thinking too much. The recording was arranged in the evening. In the morning, Xiaojie took Xia Xiqing into the studio to take a set of promotional photos. After entering the studio, Xia Xiqing met two other guests and also came to participate in the recording. Although Xia Xiqing had just returned to China, she knew about the domestic entertainment industry. He knew both guests, one of the solo female lead singers who had soared recently, and the other was Shang Sirui, one of the members of the popular boy group Highfive.

"Is it the only one who is an amateur?" Xia Xiqing turned his head and asked Xiaojie.

Xiaojie nodded and shook his head, "No, there is also an amateur girl, who is said to be a member of Mensa Club."

Xia Xiqing nodded and was quickly called to take pictures. It was different from ordinary amateurs. Xia Xiqing was not afraid of the camera. The photographer took a few photos first and tried it. After confirming the preview, he found that it was not bad. He was a little surprised, "Have you ever been a model before?"

"That's right." Xia Xiqing remembered his strange experience of being a model for a ready-to-wear blockbuster for a friend of Fomei's Fashion Design Academy, "It's completely amateur."

"It's pretty good. Your limbs are very long and you're on the camera." The photographer took a few more photos, and then the promotional photos were officially started as required by the program. When taking the last set, Xia Xiqing saw a tall figure entering the studio.

"Ziheng is here."

There was almost no need to distinguish it. His radar scanned Zhou Ziheng in an instant. Needless to mention the face of the actor's dignity, he could never find a second one with his tall figure.
Chapter completed!