When you are rumored to be gay by black fans[Entertainment]

Chapter 1

As soon as he got off the plane, Zhuang Yan put his phone in his pocket, his face became more serious, and he secretly whispered to his assistant: "Are there many people here today?"

The assistant's face froze, "I just got the news, and surrounded it several times."

After he finished speaking, Zhuang Yan's face turned dark.

Just thinking about it, Zhuang Yan was in a bad mood today, and happened to meet an old enemy, Meng Zihao.

Coincidentally, as soon as Meng Zihao got off the plane, he smiled like a flower when he saw Zhuang Yan. From a distance, it was two acquaintances reminiscing about the old days. Only Zhuang Yan standing in front of him knew, fart!This bastard is just here for a joke!

Meng Zihao smiled brightly, "Hey, isn't this the young master Zhuang Yan of our dealer! Why are you standing here? Why don't you leave?"

When Zhuang Yan heard the words "Little Master Zhuangjia", his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "I want to leave, but the crowd outside is full of my black fans. Is it because I am afraid that going out will appear You are so unpopular."

In this entertainment circle, Zhuang Yan is definitely the only one who picks up black fans. Anyway, the signs they hold are all ugly, such as "get out of the entertainment circle", "not worthy of being in the entertainment circle", "shame the actor ", and so on.

Having seen it a lot, Zhuang Yan got used to it, and could smile and wave while looking at those black fans without changing his face.

They were so angry that they jumped in place.

What he said was blunt. In the entertainment circle, even though everyone secretly made troubles, they still maintained a certain level of peace on the surface. If they were not in order, there would be cooperation at any time.

But since Zhuang Yan was under fire, it seems that he has completely let himself go. He doesn't shy away from saying what he should say, and doesn't care about his image at all.

In Zhuang Yan's own words, "I have so much black material, does it make any difference if I have one more or one less? Why not put more material on the media so that they can make more money."

Meng Zihao was strictly controlled by the company, and he couldn't utter any bad words. After hearing his words, his face turned livid, so he choked out a sentence: "Zhuang Yan, you must be sick!"

He didn't even look at Zhuang Yan, he turned his head and left with his assistant and bodyguards, as if looking at him one more time would dirty his eyes.

"Cut! The person who is about to be hidden by the company, what are you dragging!" Zhuang Yan rolled his eyes, everyone really wanted to step on him, as if stepping on him a few times would make him appear noble, he was irritable Putting on the sweater hat, he took out a black mask from his pocket, "Walk around, let them see what real popularity is."

It’s a shame to say this on Zhuang Yan. The entire Internet, from children as young as eight years old to seniors as old as 80 years old, this kind of age-appropriate group is basically his black fans. Polite, immoral, all kinds of labels can be attached to him.

As soon as he and his assistant walked out, the fans who picked up the plane were really crowded. He lowered his head, and suddenly heard a heart-piercing shout, "Zhuang Yan! I recognize you even when you turn into ashes!"

Zhuang Yan who was pulling his hat: "..."

It's all shouting broken sounds, how much I hate him!

When he was recognized, he didn't hide anymore. He simply put down his hat and took off his mask, revealing a delicate face, smiling like a spring breeze, "Hi everyone, you are here again! Have you eaten yet?"

"Stop pretending! We can all see your ugly face!"

"Yes! Don't try to confuse us with your face! Get out of the entertainment industry!"

"You don't deserve to be in the entertainment industry! Get lost!"

Zhuang Yan took a few steps back, so as not to be sprayed on the face with saliva, grabbed the assistant's shoulder, gritted his teeth and whispered to him: "I told the company to assign me a bodyguard!"

The assistant looked at such a battle without fear at all, and his expression did not change, "The company said that for the time being, this level will not threaten your safety."

"Shit! You are just trying to save money!"

The assistant didn't deny it, but reached out and raised his glasses.

Zhuang Yan had a toothache for a while, and the unscrupulous company was brutal and inhumane.

He looked up, hehe, it's a new brand - Zhuang Yan is not allowed to get involved in the career of a singer.

Wasn't it just the live broadcast last week that sang a song?It's not like such a grass and trees are soldiers!

He was squeezed into a chill, gritted his teeth and said, "Sinan, you fucking think of a way!"

Si Nan was the assistant who had seen big scenes before and never changed his face. He took the lead and acted as a bodyguard, so he killed his way out.

After getting in the car, Zhuang Yan gave him a thumbs up and blew a wave of rainbow farts, "Awesome! Who did you learn this from? You used to be a bodyguard, right? You can't tell, you're so thin and strong. big!"

Si Nan was sitting on the co-pilot of the car, his ears buzzing.

He let out a long breath and said calmly, "I understand why your last assistant resigned."

Zhuang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, "What else could it be? Isn't it because the company is too stingy? There are no bodyguards, every time I get off the plane, I get squeezed into meatloaf, and I have to bear the verbal attacks from fans. Who is normal? I can bear it!"

"Strictly speaking, that doesn't count as a fan."

"Black fans are fans too!" Zhuang Yan said confidently, "It's not that easy to get into black fans!"

"Really?" Sinan took out his phone, flipped his fingers over the screen for a while, and then put the phone in front of him.

Zhuang Yan glanced over and saw a Weibo post.

——As long as you are a fan of Zhuang Yan, we are a family.

He grabbed the phone and swiped down. There were hundreds of thousands of comments below, which was simply a large-scale confession scene.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Yan was surprised by the cohesion of his black fans, "Tsk tsk tsk...fake brother and sister relationship."

Sinan stretched out a long, slender and clean hand in front of him, and Zhuang Yan pretended to smile relaxedly, "I'm fine, don't comfort me."

"Give me back the phone." Si Nanqing's cold voice sounded.

Zhuang Yan's face froze, and he thrust the phone into his hand viciously.

This new assistant has no sense of humor at all, his whole body exudes the air of my facial paralysis, he is complaining in his heart, when he heard Si Nan ask him: "Why are you hacked?"

"You don't know?" Although this matter is not known to the whole people, anyone who pays a little attention to the entertainment industry will have heard of it. history.

Simon: "I haven't paid attention to these things, so tell me."

Zhuang Yan lay back lazily, crossing his hands behind his head, "There is nothing to say, the black and pink are all real, and they are not fabricated out of thin air."

His smiling peach blossom eyes turned to look out of the car window, his smile gradually disappeared, his bright black pupils became dim, it was just some intentional exaggeration, and it was nothing more than being copied wave after wave of manuscripts paid for by others.

Three years ago, with a face that was born to eat this bowl of food, Zhuang Yan was the best in a talent show, far away from No. 2400 million votes and made his debut.

He has a very popular face. It can be said that as long as you see his face, it will be hard not to like him.

The issue of his ability is the most controversial topic.

Zhuang Yan has never learned to sing or dance, but the signing company said that these are not problems, and he can work hard the day after tomorrow. What impressed him most was a sentence that his agent said to him: "You have an innate talent that many people envy. Conditions, these are irreparable hard work, you are born to eat this bowl of rice, now it depends on how much sweat you are willing to put in for it."

In fact, at the beginning, he was just for food and drink. After he voluntarily left the dealer, his temper was thrown out, and he had to live. He worked as a waiter and delivered a courier, until he was discovered by a scout and signed the contract. This company then made a shining debut on the talent show.

Everything is a perfect start, even Zhuang Yan himself began to fantasize about his new life.

Until Zhuang Chi made that call.

Zhuang Yan thought it was ridiculous, he was an illegitimate child, that's right, they didn't treat him as a human being when he was in the dealer, and after leaving the dealer, they still cared whether he would embarrass the dealer by doing this business.

Of course he would not compromise, so gradually some black material about him began to appear, all of which were small splashes, which were quickly suppressed by the company's public relations team, but Zhuang Yan knew that this was Zhuang Chi's warning to him.

He laughed angrily, hid in the bathroom and called, and choked with Zhuang Chi directly: "You just say that because you hate me and don't want me to get better, I think highly of you! Use this kind of reason to mess with me, when will the president of the dignified banker be so unwilling?" face?"

Zhuang Chi seemed to be busy with something. He heard the sound of typing on the keyboard over there. After waiting for a long time, Zhuang Chi said, "Is there anything else? I'm fine and hang up."

Zhuang Yan threw the phone to the ground violently, and it was torn apart, accompanied by a sentence: "I'll go to your uncle!"

He turned around, and a man held up his mobile phone, recording everything just now into a video.

The man was afraid that he would snatch the phone, so he turned around and ran away.

Later, that video went viral on the Internet, and it couldn't be stopped at all. I don't know who is behind the push, and there may be more than one party. The appearance of Zhuang Yan blocked the way of many people, just on that talent show. Taking the first place with such a gap offended many companies. This matter was copied over and over again for a summer, and Zhuang Yan was scolded miserably.

The words Zhuang Yan said in the video about the president of the banker were naturally unavoidable. Zhuang Chi was harassed by reporters for a long time before he had to come forward to explain. For a while, it occupied the hot search for a full seven days.

Under such circumstances, Zhuang Yan was supposed to be completely finished, but he unexpectedly had a new business opportunity. His black fans gathered together and formed a huge consumer group. They would buy everything Zhuang Yan endorsed, just for the sake of It proved that it was not easy to use, and then became a new black spot of Zhuang Yan. For a while, Zhuang Yan's hot search keyword was, what kind of unusable scumbag did Zhuang Yan endorse today?

It is simply a miracle that he can continue to survive in the entertainment industry.

When Sinan came back from searching black history on Weibo, he finally had a different expression on his face. He frowned, "You only have black fans?"

He clicked on Zhuang Yan's Weibo homepage, and the number of followers was more than 2000 million. He frowned again: "Since you don't have fans, did the company buy these for you?"

Zhuang Yan put his hands off his head, sat up straight, and shouted: "What are you talking about! All my Weibo fans are alive!"

"Then why can't I see a fan at the airport?"

"Didn't you see it just now? A huge group." He raised his eyebrows proudly.

Simon: "..."

He understood, this is a man who only has black fans.