This star is from the earth

"Ding dong~ ding dong~"

Han Jue walked over subconsciously when he heard the doorbell.

After taking two steps, he stopped abruptly, only to realize that this is not his home!

Han Jue first took a few deep breaths to calm down his violently beating heart, forcing himself to calm down, then lay on all fours like a sloth, and slowly lay back on the sofa, turning his head and staring at the door with piercing eyes.

In his plan, if someone could open the door and come in, he would immediately pretend to be asleep.

Before, Han Jue decided that if there were no accidents, this house would be his foothold in this world.

And now, it is likely to be an accident.

The doorbell rang a few times, but finally stopped ringing.

Han Jue listened for a while with his head propped up, and he was relieved when he found that he had succeeded.

At this moment, his mobile phone on the coffee table rang unexpectedly.

"From Monday to Sunday, you are so fragile..."

The ringtone of the mobile phone is a female voice, the sound quality is not good, it is obviously recorded. The voice is nice, and the emotions are...

[Now is not the time to care about this! 】Han Jue rushed forward and picked up the phone.

The voice was not high, but it was enough to startle Han Jue.

He fumbled around the phone in a hurry, turned it to silent, and prayed that the people outside the door didn't hear it just now.

What is displayed on the screen is [Number 7343], a strangely named note.

Just when Han Jue was guessing whether this [7343] was a prison labor reform number, there was a slight sound of keys hitting the door lock.

Han Jue's scalp instantly went numb!

Put the phone back on the coffee table, roll over tactically, and fling back to the sofa, pretending to be asleep.

"Click."

The door opened.

The people who came in didn't change their shoes, and the leather shoes stepped on the floor directly. A cheerful advertisement was being shown on the TV, but the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor fell to Han Jue's ears, which was as scary as thunder.

The hallway connects to the living room. After passing the entrance, you can see the sofa at a glance. Han Jue heard the footsteps of the other party walking straight, and felt that his back was already sweating. He could even feel the fiery gaze resting on his face, making his face itchy.

The other party stopped beside Han Jue.

There was a moment of silence between the TV commercial and the commercial transition.

The phone on the coffee table no longer vibrated.

Now in this room, the loudest sound should be Han Jue's heartbeat.

Han Jue is not a rookie. In his previous life, when he was urged to write, he pretended to be sick, sleepy, and dead. He had experienced many battles.

Don't blink, don't breathe quickly, and don't breathe without ups and downs. The itching on the face is also a psychological effect, so it has to be tolerated.

It's been a long time, or it may have been just a while. Han Jue heard the other party walk into the bedroom.

Muddle through.

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief and guessed the other party's identity.

【landlord? 】

In the next second, Han Jue heard the sound of the wardrobe opening and closing from the bedroom.

[Not the landlord! 】The landlord will not rummaging through boxes and boxes. Unless the original body lives with the landlord.

[A relative? Or a live-in friend? 】Han Jue was thinking wildly when he suddenly felt something flying over and covering his head. It is a soft cloth.

Han Jue jumped up, thinking that someone had attacked him with a sack, and flung the thing covering his head to the ground with his teeth and claws.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man standing by the sofa, about thirty years old, wearing a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses and short hair. Wearing a well-fitting navy blue shirt, condescending, expressionless, looking directly at Han Jue with indifference, it made Han Jue feel scared.

Han Jue didn't look at the person for a long time, but pretended to see who the person was, and then lay back on the sofa impatiently.

This is the normal attitude of normal people after being disturbed to sleep.

The man pointed at the thing thrown to the ground by Han Jue, and said coldly:

"Put on these clothes and follow me, there is work to be done."

Intuition tells Han Jue that if he rejects the man in front of him who doesn't seem to be very talkative now, it will definitely, definitely cause unnecessary disputes. Disputes mean dialogue, and dialogue is based on certain information.

Han Jue doesn't know everything about his predecessor now. Before finding out the social relationship of the predecessor, it is not advisable to get in touch with acquaintances too much, so as not to go in an uncontrollable direction.

【Alive】It means that the predecessor has made an agreement with the man in front of him, and it is a planned thing. So it would seem strange if he refused again.

Han Jue frowned, got up slowly, and looked at the clothes he had just hit on the ground.

A white shirt and jeans are a perfect match.

[What kind of work needs to wear this kind of dress? 】Han Jue went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes. When he came to the entrance, he was about to put on his shoes. The man pointed to a pair of white sneakers and said:

"Wear these."

[Even the shoes must be specified? Be good, don't say this is my boyfriend! ... Or am I being adopted? No, no, think about it better, maybe go on a blind date? 】Han Jue, who was expressionless, guessed vigorously in his heart.

Taking the elevator to the basement, Han Jue followed the man into a car. He is the co-pilot.

The interior of the car is not high-end, but it is very clean.

At first, Han Jue, who was anxious, was still thinking about how to deal with it when he met an acquaintance later. But, gradually, as the car drove to the bustling street, everything in my heart was put aside.

Looking at the clothes of passers-by on the side of the road, not to mention textbook-like collocations, but everyone seems to be well-coordinated in their clothes. Some people dress boldly. But turned a blind eye.

Seeing a group of pavilions and pavilions from a distance, they are quite large and connected together, with people coming and going below, Han Jue thought it was a scenic spot unique to this world. When I took a closer look, I found that it was just a hotel.

Han Jue was convinced. From the design of roadside bus stop signs and sorting trash cans to the large public plastic arts and architectural design, all of them reflect this country, and the average aesthetic level of this city is higher than that of previous lives.

The charm of these aesthetics and the ingenuity of the design penetrated directly into Han Jue's heart, and a surprised smile appeared on his face unconsciously. I personally experienced a feeling of going abroad to experience foreign culture.

But the reality is not to give him a sigh of relief.

Before Han Jue could continue to appreciate the beauty of ancient Chinese rhyme inheritance, he heard the cold-faced man next to him say:

"The next thing is to be on "Tucao Big Show". Originally, Xiaohan was only a guest, but in the end the price was reduced and you were packaged together on the show. You just need to follow the script when the time comes, and control yourself when others talk about you. If the field is out of control, the program team will not give up this topic. You can do it yourself."

It took 10 seconds for Han Jue to confirm what he had just heard.

On the show?

I?

I'm going to be on the show later? !

Han Jueqiang pretended to be calm and looked out the window, his mind went blank.

If it wasn't for the car speeding down the road, he probably wanted to open the door and run away.

Han Jue finally figured it out, and now there are explanations for all the strange things just now.

I was appointed to change clothes, to change shoes, and to leave when I was alive...

Han Jue had seen the closet before, and the quality of the clothes at home was not bad, and there were fashion magazines, entertainment magazines, gossip tabloids scattered around the house, and not a single serious book. There is a separate small gym. There is also a study room, but there are computers and home projectors in it, and there are miscellaneous objects on the small bookshelf, but there are no books. In the end, I had a separate room that was so extravagant that I could put a lot of musical instruments.

When Han Jue started looking around the house, he couldn't find any clear clues related to his occupation, so he thought that he was a second generation, and his occupation was to pass the leisure time.

Now the truth finally came out.

If he could do it again, when the cold-faced man asked him to change his clothes, Han Jue swore that he would trip over the man next to him who was either his manager or his assistant, and then run away from home, find a job, and then finish watching this Everything in the world, TV movies, animated graphic novels, play all the games, and live for your life goals.

Now Han Jue is immersed in the disappointment that he can no longer be a salted fish. As for what the cold-faced man next to him will say next, he can no longer listen.

Stars are definitely not here to be, whoever loves to be.

In his previous life, he was a member of this circle, and he knew very well the unspeakable secret behind the glamor of a star. The lens is a corset, which does not allow you to be yourself; the contract is a blunt external sword, which touches the tendons of all those who dare to resist.

Han Jue couldn't be restrained, so he couldn't do this job. Sitting in the car, he was already thinking about how to end his acting career cleanly.

Hearing what the guy next to him said about the price reduction package, it can be judged that the predecessor should be a street performer. Even though he looks good, he is almost thirty years old, and even a small piece of fresh meat should be rotten soon.

[That's easy to handle. Just muddle along until you can retire, and find out what the world is like first. 】

Here, Han Jue had just made a decision in his heart, and it happened that his destination was about to arrive.

The car was parked in the parking lot on the side of a large building.

The minimalist building has more than 20 floors by visual inspection. Among the people coming and going, several people were carrying photographic equipment, and some people dressed up were led into the building. Very lively.

"Follow." The cold-faced man walked straight forward.

Han Jue took a deep breath, and then followed the cold-faced man to the door of the building with the indifferent face that a star should have.

Along the way, it also attracted a lot of return rate.

Han Jue felt awkward and guilty after feeling the gazes from the corner of his eye. Because he doesn't know anything about his predecessor, he can't guarantee that his actions are in line with his predecessor's behavior.

Han Jue felt guilty about his performance, so he pricked up his ears and tried to listen to what passers-by said to him in order to adjust.

"So handsome! Which company is this from?" A girl desperately tugged at her friend.

"Wow~ This guy is quite handsome." Another woman raised her eyebrows and gave a compliment.

"Hair is all greasy, and he's still handsome." It came from a man's voice.

"What do you know, the facial features are handsome, and the hair is only oily. After all, it can be washed when it is oily. Unlike you, if your hair falls out, you can't wash it back."

"This person seems to be Han Jue..."

"Ah? He is Han Jue? Is he still in the circle?" The voice of admiration immediately turned into a voice of disgust.

"..." The rest of the conversation is no longer heard.

Han Jue secretly complained that he was too handsome, resulting in too little useful information collected.

...

Take the elevator to the floor, and two people walk towards you.

A man in his thirties with a steady face but a smile on his face came out and shook hands with Han Jue.

"Mr. Han, hello, hello, I'm your screenwriter. Other guests are already reviewing scripts, let's start soon."

Han Jue stretched out his hand naturally, and responded, "Okay, then I will trouble you."

As soon as the words fell, the two people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and the cold-faced man beside Han Jue also turned his head to stare at Han Jue.

When Han Jue saw the reaction of the two people opposite him, his heart skipped a beat. He knew that there must be something wrong with his performance, but he didn't know where the problem was. He obviously just said what normal people would say!

Han Jue pretended nothing happened.

Fortunately, the two sides did not get entangled with this accident. After Han Jue greeted another director, he was led to wash his hair, apply makeup, and do styling. The stylist uses the program group.

During the whole process, Han Jue felt tormented for a while, but because the agent's cold-faced man had been standing behind Han Jue, looking at Han Jue through the mirror, Han Jue could only pretend not to care as much as possible.

Han Jue guessed that the mistake just now might have made the cold-faced man stare at him.

This mistake is most likely due to my own words and deeds that my predecessor would not have done.

Han Jue secretly groaned in his heart.

The embarrassment of being scrutinized and observed dissipated after the screenwriter sat next to Han Jue.

The screenwriter in charge of Han Jue took a small notebook and asked Han Jue if he knew any of the guests who were recording together, and if there were any small anecdotes and anecdotes-these should be asked at the beginning of the creation, but Han Jue's phone call I haven't been able to get through, so I can only ask now to see if I can change it and add it.

However, when faced with this question from the screenwriter, Han Jue always shook his head, and even Xiaohan from the company shook his head and said he was not familiar with it when asked.

The screenwriter in charge was so worried that the small eyes on his face could hardly be seen. I can only leave the manuscript to Han Jue so that he can get familiar with it.

Since Han Jue's facial features and skin are good, it's not troublesome to apply makeup, and it's over soon. After the stylist left, the cold-faced man told Han Jue to read the manuscript carefully, and then left.

Taking advantage of no one to disturb, Han Jue put the manuscript away, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to check things.

It is the first time to officially use a mobile phone in this world. The shape and material of the mobile phone are similar to the smartphones in the previous life.

Han Jue successfully unlocked the phone with his fingerprint. Looking at the unfamiliar icons on the screen, Han Jue suppressed his emotions and planned to check himself first.

The system's own browser is not difficult to find.

Open it, enter the word [Han Jue], the search engine has its own association function, and it will pop up——

[Where did Han Jue go? 】

[Is Han Jue in jail? 】

【Han Jue hits someone】

【Han Jue curses】

[Han Jue gets out of the entertainment industry]

【…】

"?" Han Jue was a little confused holding the phone.

How is this going? Searched for the wrong person?

Han Jue hesitated and opened the first [Where did Han Jue go?] ], the following are a few inventory. The ones in the row are 【Those Stars Who Disappeared from the Entertainment Circle】...

Han Jue pulled to the part that should be the predecessor. The evaluation at the beginning reads: [A hand of good cards at the textbook level was beaten to pieces. ] The attached photo is clearly him.

interesting.

Han Jue unscrewed the water on the table, and was about to read it like a story, when the door was knocked again.

"Boom~"

Han Jue's screenwriter in charge came in and said, "Mr. Han, how do you remember? It's our turn to rehearse later."

"Rehearsal? I haven't remembered yet." Han Jue quietly put down his phone and took the manuscript from the table.

The screenwriter saw this little action, and his eyes showed the helplessness of "it really is".

The screenwriter said: "Ah, it's okay, there's a teleprompter on site, and I'll have time to memorize it after the rehearsal. Let's try the effect first, shall we?"

"Okay, okay." Han Jue put away his phone and walked out.

On the way, Han Jue chatted with the screenwriter about "Tucao Big Show" and learned about the general situation. The screenwriter thought that Han Jue was afraid, so he waved his hands vigorously and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, don't worry!", and then introduced who and who had been here before, and he had a second spring.

Han Jue immediately understood that this was generally similar to the domestic "Tucao Conference" in the previous life, which was harmful, self-deprecating, and whitewashing. Maybe because the talk show in this life is not as rare as in the previous life, the screenwriter said the names of many stars in a very proud tone.

When he arrived at the chaotic and lively stage, Han Jue was called to get used to it. He felt the temperature and breath of the spotlight wholeheartedly in the middle of the stage. For him who was hidden behind the scenes as a screenwriter in his previous life, the feeling of coming to the stage is new, strange, and even particularly terrifying. But Han Jue looked around with an attitude of "I'm here to end my star journey", feeling more novel than nervous.

When he was speaking, he stared straight at the teleprompter and read the manuscript in an extremely flat tone, only to realize that the force of the complaint was too gentle, right?

[This is not a different world at all, it is even more boring than the standard of the previous life. 】 Han Jue thought to himself.

During the rehearsal process, the program team would come up to give some opinions from time to time, but found that no matter how he taught, Han Jue's performance effect was just like that, so he had no choice but to let it go.

Its perfunctory obvious, the whole program is watching, but no one said anything.

Han Jue was the last person in the rehearsal.

At this time, there are only two hours left before the recording of the program.

The whole studio was busy but not chaotic, Han Jue was wandering in the hallway before finally seeing his manager.

At this time, the cold-faced man was chatting with three or four other people, and one of the women was obviously an entertainer from the look of her attire.

It should be the artist from the same company named Xiao Han.

Han Jue only knew her name was Lin Yihan from the manuscript just now, and didn't know anything else.

The cold-faced man also saw Han Jue, and beckoned to Han Jue veiledly, telling him to come over quickly.

This trip borrowed the popularity and resources of the same company, Lin Yihan. Lin Yihan actually suffered a loss, and Han Jue came over to express his gratitude.

Han Jue walked over - he couldn't help but walk over, his lounge was in front.

Lin Yihan, as a qualified entertainer with a normal IQ, no matter what she thinks of Han Jue in her heart, when she sees Han Jue coming, she still greets Han Jue with a sweet smile: "Brother Han."

Han Jue also greeted in accordance with several etiquette books in the entertainment industry: "Mr. Lin, hello."

Then, everyone was taken aback by Han Jue's greeting.

Looking at the gazes cast by everyone and the shock on their faces. Han Jue sighed in his heart, he had a bug again...

I don't know how the guy in the previous body dealt with people...

Lin Yihan came back to her senses and said, "I was busy taking notes just now, so I didn't come over to say hello to you earlier."

"Oh, it's okay. I really have to thank you for being on the show this time."

"Ah, it's all right..."

It can be seen that the other party is trying very hard to adapt to a "normal" Han Jue.

Han Jue didn't want to talk anymore, he looked around casually, pretended to be urged by the staff to shoot the VCR for entering the venue, and left first with an excuse. The cold-faced man followed up, as if observing some strange animal, his gaze was undisguised.

VCR shooting is not complicated, at least not as embarrassing as in the previous life, and forced to advertise.

Once the shoot is over, there isn't much time left until the recording begins.

The audience has already started to enter.

Han Jue and a group of other artists are making final preparations backstage, sorting out their grooming, checking drafts, and a few artists gathered in twos and threes to chat.

Taking advantage of the absence of the human observer with a cold face, Han Jue seized the time to take out his mobile phone, intending to find out what kind of species his predecessor was.

I have read the general information about the predecessor, and know the general situation of the predecessor: an artist with extraordinary talent, who made his debut through drafts, debuted at the pinnacle, was extremely popular, but a year later, his popularity faded like a meteor, and finally almost hit the street , There has been no movement for several years.

Han Jue read several articles in a row, but they were all full of strong subjective feelings. Articles like this cannot be trusted entirely.

Han Jue put his idea on the phone.

What else can be more real than what a mobile phone exposes?

Facing a large number of unfamiliar mobile phone applications, Han Jue rubbed his hands excitedly, ready to press one by one in the mood of opening a treasure chest.

[Look at the photo album first. 】

There are no selfies in the album, but there are pictures of other people. Han Jue flipped through and found that these photos were all of the same woman, but with different shapes and scenes. The women are very good-looking. If it weren't for the watermarks in the photos, Han Jue would have thought that his predecessor had a close relationship with these beauties. In addition to this, there are other messy and unknown things in the album, which are very boring.

Open the memo, there are only some numbers in it.

Messages and communication logs found nothing unusual. But it's worth noting that there are no people who are remarked as "Dad" or "Mom".

On the stage, the host is a young man who is very enthusiastic about people and has no insinuations towards Han Jue. After all, they are all artists, and they will not embarrass others casually.

Han Jue continued to play with his mobile phone. He has now opened the social software and is looking at the content.

He found a microblog called Weite, whose operation interface and functions were similar to those of his previous life. But there is no open screen advertisement, no personalized recommendation advertisement inserted horizontally in the feed, and the timeline is also normal...

However.

When Han Jue excitedly clicked on the automatically logged in Weibo, he found that his account hadn't posted a single Weibo.

No one is paying attention either. It was followed by more than 3,000 people.

[Is it a trumpet? 】

Probably not. This account appears to have a verified logo.

[Tsk tsk, it's too shabby. 】

Han Jue had more followers on Weibo in his previous life than he does now. However, Werther, who had zero dynamics in his predecessor, didn't take it off, either he was a sailor or a hardcore fan.

Click on the column to receive messages, and found that there are more than one hundred people at him.

Click to enter:

[ @Han Jue, are you worried about the expansion in advance, so you remind yourself not to forget your original intention? 】

[Ah, @Boss Han Jue, don’t be overwhelmed! 】

[ @Does Han Juetou need to be so strong? It is to reduce the creative workload for other guests and program groups, right? 】

[ @Han Jue, why haven't you quit the entertainment industry yet? 】

[Looking for scolding? ? Want to be popular or crazy? ? @Han Jue]

...

Han Jue was stunned.

It seems that something is wrong.

Even if he was a street entertainer in his previous life, he couldn't all be slandering him... Was it agreed that he was once a smash hit?

"Teachers, you can go on stage!" The choreographer assistant came in and told everyone.

[Wait, wait, let me see what's going on! 】Han Jue suddenly felt that the reason why his predecessor's popularity faded might be because of some mistakes...

[It's over. 】Han Jue frowned and followed the team to the backstage of the stage, and began to put on the radio equipment.

In a dimly lit environment, Han Jue found that when several guests around him looked at him, their eyes were full of eagerness, as if they had sharpened their knives, and they were extremely hungry.

Han Jue took a deep breath and felt that things were not simple, and what might happen later.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" The choreographer and director assistant clapped their hands, and the guests filed into the stage.

The hot scene outside said that the on-site director of the joke has already begun to transition.

"呵~~"

The door in front of him opened with a [呲] sound, and everyone walked out while waving their hands amidst the passionate music, and took their seats.

Han Jue's position is in the second row closest to the audience, which is also the farthest from the center of the stage.

The audience in the audience was very enthusiastic. Every time a guest's name was called, everyone gave a loud applause. Han Jue also gave a warm welcome.

But Han Jue really saw a kind of gloating in the eyes of some excited audiences who were waiting to see a good show.

It's time for the official recording.

"All units are ready, countdown."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"despair!"