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Since Han Jue agreed, he would not deliberately mess up during the performance and end up affecting the entire show.
Han Jue has no shame in being the black sheep, no matter in his past life or in this life. Doing your job well is the most basic requirement for a person. Even if he only needs to be an artist for half a year in this life, Han Jue will still fulfill his duties conscientiously.
Therefore, he could only hope that his unprofessional performance would be discovered by the discerning crowd and scolded.
¡°Then you can helplessly spread your hands to your agent and say, ¡°Look, I¡¯ve tried my best, but I don¡¯t seem to be suitable for being popular.¡± ¡¿
Now Han Jue extremely hopes that his fans can stand firm and not be swayed by his own charm. They can come out to attack him without forgetting their original intentions. Then the director will come to Han Jue with a face of shame, and Han Jue can He took the initiative to get out of the car with dignity.
It¡¯s really a win-win.
¡°Oh, but I feel very sorry for the female guest who is my partner. However, no one would be happy to be partnered with a stinking old-fashioned artist like himself.
Three wins, three wins, awesome.
When Han Jue was thinking happily, Guan Yi on the opposite side talked a lot and realized that Han Jue's mind was not here at all.
Guan Yi clapped his hands and said coldly: "What are you thinking about."
Han Jue was awakened by Guan Yi's applause and said in a panic: "Huh? It's nothing I was distracted."
"Did you hear what I said?" Guan Yi's face was expressionless, that's all. You couldn't tell whether he was angry or not.
Han Jue shook his head.
"I just said that in about three days, the program team will come here to shoot materials and do some interviews. You can clean up the house in advance."
"Oh, what should I pay attention to? What words should not be said, and what words should be thought of in advance?"
"You just need to be careful to cover your tattoo." Guan Yi said coldly.
"Okay" Han Jue's back became even more hunched.
"I will be here when the time comes, and I will keep an eye on it."
Guan Yi picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water.
"You really don't have a girlfriend?" Guan Yi asked Han Jue with a water glass in his hand.
Han Jue found out that his predecessor was in love with the female artist named Weng Nanxi, but the company didn't seem to know about it.
"No." Han Jue shook his head. He was worried that if he said yes, the water glass in Guan Yi's hand would be smashed over.
"Are you sure, you haven't had a girlfriend in the past few years?" Guan Yi looked unbelieving.
"Really. We had it before and they were separated." Han Jue explained.
"Even if you have it, you should hide it from me, or if it's exposed, get off immediately." Guan Yi warned Han Jue.
?? Han Jue is already twenty-eight, almost thirty. It¡¯s not like he¡¯s a washed-up old idol and isn¡¯t allowed to have a girlfriend. After all, no one cares about him anymore.
Guan Yi asked because he was worried that Han Jue's girlfriend would be exposed and it would affect the show.
Oh, how can a male artist who is exposed to have a girlfriend have the nerve to participate in a reality show pretending to be a couple? The more fake it becomes, the more fake it becomes, and the performance will make the audience sick to their stomachs.
"Is there still such an operation?" Unfortunately, no matter which life he has, he has no girlfriend to expose.
"What did you say?" Guan Yi asked.
"Oh, I mean, what if the two guests really fall in love?" Han Jue waved his hand.
"Get off the car too," Guan Yi said with a serious face, "And you'd better not have such thoughts."
"Don't worry, I will never do it," Han Jue nodded to express his understanding, "By the way, do you know who the female guest is?"
"I won't tell you. I have to go." Guan Yi put down the water glass, looked at his watch, stood up, and planned to leave.
Han Jue had no choice but to stand up and see the guests off and send them to the door.
Looking at the time, today¡¯s [Film and Television Supplementary Class] has taken up a lot of time. There isn¡¯t enough time to watch a movie anymore, so just do something else.
Han Jue took his ex-girlfriend Weng Nanxi¡¯s box out of the study.
The filming of the program will be in three days. I have to see what kind of personality Han Jue is in love, learn from it, and maintain the continuity of Han Jue's current personality.
After all, he is still playing the role of a has-been artist named [Han Jue].
In order to avoid trouble, I can never be too cautious in front of the camera.
?Han Jue took out the stack of photos from the box. Although he had seen them before, he started looking at them one by one again.
After looking at it for a long time, in addition to being able to see that the predecessor's photography skills were very average, Han Jue's careful observation also revealed that the predecessor was smiling very happily in the photo, as happy as a fool, but the one named Weng Nanxi The woman doesn't seem very happy.
This is Han Jue's feeling, but whether this feeling is correct or not, it is no longer important now.
Under the photo is a pile of love letters, including postcards and letters on different paper types.
Picking up a postcard, the handwriting is ugly, like many uneducated artists. Han Jue couldn't expect too much from an illiterate who hadn't touched a pen or read for many years.
The content of the writing was also very unsatisfactory. He read several so-called love letters in a row. Although there was no literary talent at all, Han Jue only felt that his predecessor was like a firefly trying its best to emit light, trying to ignite a fire. With matches. It arouses emotion and makes onlookers sad.
Han Jue probably guessed now that maybe he had no hope of becoming a star, his girlfriend wanted to break up with him, and he couldn't be a normal person other than being an artist. In addition, he had no friends, no relatives, and was ridiculed by the whole world, so .
¡¾So, he finally made that choice, so I appear here. ¡¿
Han Jue sat cross-legged on the ground, with letters unfolded in front of him. Looking at these letters, Han Jue felt as if he saw the hot love in his heart being sprinkled on the ground.
Han Jue sighed at them, as if sighing to his predecessor.
At the bottom of the box are notebooks. They come in different sizes and thicknesses. There are notebooks with fashionable and simple designs, and there are also notebooks with fancy cartoon covers.
Han Jue picked up a notebook with a black cover, opened the first page, and wrote a big number in black marker - [26].
26 years old?
Scroll back and you will see a diary-style record with only the date written on it.
¡¾I beat up a reporter today, I couldn't bear it. That reporter deserves a beating, he actually]
"Oh, a running account diary is very convenient for understanding the deeds of my predecessor. I can save money by not buying the predecessor's memoir [Vine Reading] which only has a 5.2 rating.
Han Jue picked up the thinnest book again, opened the cartoon cover, and saw [8] written on the first page. Looking through the others, the numbers increase in sequence, and there is no number less than 8.
He should have started writing a diary when he was 8 years old, and kept it until the age when he left. One diary every year.
However, the 8-year-old diary that Han Jue picked up was very worn, probably due to the erosion of time. Han Jue touched the paper inside and found it was not flat at all. The color of the yellowed paper is uneven, and some parts of the writing have faded.
The first page I turned to had childish handwriting. Not only was the date written on the top, it was also typed and marked with the weather, which was a bit cute.
Han Jue smiled.
¡¾July 16th. Dad said that writing a diary would make me feel better. I¡¡¡¿
Han Jue¡¯s smile gradually disappeared from his face.
¡¾July 17th. I saw my mother, her face was so pale and she was not happy at all]
¡¾July 18th. Grandma asked me why I didn¡¯t die]
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¡¾September 10th. Everyone says I am a motherless child]
¡¾September 11th. Zhang Jun's nose was broken by me. He yesterday]
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¡¾September 20th. They were all beaten by me, I have no friends anymore]
¡¾September 21st. I don¡¯t want friends anymore, I miss my mother]
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Han Jue looked at it, pinching the paper with his fingers until they turned white. He didn¡¯t know when he would use more force.
Relaxing his fingers, Han Jue's eyes turned red, and he rubbed the uneven paper, and then he understood why the paper was old.
¡¾How many times have you shed tears? ¡¿Han Jue felt the touch of the paper on his fingers, and a boy appeared in his mind, sitting at the table, crying and writing a diary. I even thought of a handsome boy holding a diary one night, gritting his teeth and crying. Then the boy grew up, and his facial features became the mature look of Han Jue. The wrinkles on the paper in the diary became more and more, but the tears that flowed did not change. There were always many.
This night, Han Jue did not read a book, but sat on the ground and looked at his predecessor's diary, and saw 11:30 pm.
It was finally time to go to bed, so I packed up the boxes and put them back in the study.
Before taking a shower, I applied anti-inflammatory medicine on the tattoo and took a quick shower.
In the end, I had red and swollen eyes. For the first time I opened my eyes, my biological clock did not work, and I didn¡¯t know when I fell asleep.
I dreamed about someone in my dream, but I didn¡¯t know if it was him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)bsp; Before taking a shower, I applied anti-inflammatory medicine on the tattoo and took a quick shower.
In the end, I had red and swollen eyes. For the first time I opened my eyes, my biological clock did not work, and I didn¡¯t know when I fell asleep.
I dreamed about someone in my dream, but I didn¡¯t know if it was him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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