ITOTIABSAM | Entertainment Industry | 12
【When you were threatening that manager just now, Gu Cong was staring at you the whole time.】
Not certain if it understood human expressions correctly, 1101 softly repeated, "Threatening, is that what you call it?"
Although antagonists in the original work often couldn't match up to the protagonist, their level was still higher than that of a background character with no name. This was enough for Gu Cong to play the role of the "tiger with borrowed power" before the host left the circle.
Being sensitive to eye contact, Xie Ye naturally knew that Gu Cong was looking at him. He even knew that someone was sneakily taking photos. He casually unwrapped a piece of candy, lifting his mask a bit, "Is it strange because I stood in the way?"
1101: Very strange, definitely very strange.
Gu Cong usually liked to make eye contact when speaking, and his emotions were easy to read from his eyes. However, just now, Gu Cong, who was staring straight at the host's back, seemed overly focused, as if the entire world could only see Xie Ye.
【Watch fewer melon dramas, and don't let your imagination run wild.】 Returning the makeup tools one by one and signing autographs for the makeup artists who wanted them, Xie Ye, chewing on his candy, took a long step and pushed open the door.
1101 was shocked, "You're not going to watch Gu Cong's performance from the audience, are you?"
If he got caught on camera doing that, it would be a perfect match for the original plot.
「There are too many people, it's too noisy, and too crowded,」 Xie Ye decisively shook his head, "It's better to wait in the car."
【Besides, I don't have a ticket.】
1101: So, if you had a ticket, you would really want to go, huh?
Even though 1101 had always been looking forward to the host actively participating in the plot and completing tasks to live a peaceful life, today, hearing such words, it unexpectedly felt a subtle displeasure, as if it had been outdone by the little goblin.
For newly debuted boy groups and girl groups, with many members and less individual presence, they are often placed at the beginning of the show or used as a background for dance and chorus.
As Xie Ye got into the caretaker's car, the live broadcast of the Chengtai Platform Evening Gala had just started. The boy group where Gu Cong belonged was the second to perform, featuring a piano, roses, and white suits, singing a sweet love song. The bullet comments started off normal but gradually took a turn:
【So handsome! In five minutes, I need to know the name of the guy in the ninth position!】
【Seems like it's My Cong Bao?】
【K Group's ninth position, is there anyone else?】
【Add a chicken leg for the makeup artist! Finally showing the handsome side of my brother, ahhhhh!】
【So few close-up shots.】
【Waiting for a direct link to the ending pose.】
In the last ending pose, the young man still had his signature smile at the corner of his lips, but his carefully groomed features were sharp, as if his gaze from afar could shatter the screen.
【Breathing machine, breathing machine! Brother is so explosive!】
【Testosterone overload!】
【Maternal love turning into chaos on-site.】
【Although, we still cannot reconcile with the dog company, unless a certain agent can settle it and keep today's stylist.】
【Cannot reconcile +1】
【Some seniors who have drunk the blood and milk of newcomers are really shameless.】
With his makeup skills affirmed and still full of vitality, Xie Ye felt somewhat pleased. He hadn't paid much attention to talent shows and rarely watched concerts, but the deep, steady voice and the clean, precise dance moves of Gu Cong at this moment made him distinctly feel a charm different from what he experienced in daily life and variety shows.
To the extent that he gradually understood the frustration of passersby towards directors cutting shots randomly, as well as the accusations from fans who struggled to suppress their foul language against the company.
The host took the stage to transition, and Xie Ye clicked on Gu Cong's WeChat profile, entering his own license plate number.
1101 snorted and grumbled, "Do you know? Right now, you look like those wealthy sponsors who keep little puppies under their spell."
Still, cultivating requires patience, waiting calmly in the parking lot, watching the little puppy charm the audience on stage, and later, under the guise of celebrating and showing concern, discreetly take him to the hotel.
Xie Ye: "System."
Xie Ye: "Don’t read novels if you have nothing to do."
【What if? What if your next world is a sponsorship literature world?】Unable to predict the host's next world, 1101 confidently said, "It’s my job to read novels."
Xie Ye: Impressive. The first time I've heard someone defend themselves so well.
During the interview after coming down from the stage and changing into performance costumes, Xie Ye thought he would have to wait a long time for Gu Cong. However, in less than twenty minutes, he saw a small black dot running towards him from a distance.
As he opened the car door, the youth, now back in his usual attire, jumped onto the car.
Nimble, agile.
...More like a large dog.
After calming his thoughts that were led astray by 1101, Xie Ye made room for Gu Cong inside, "How did you know I parked here?"
"I remember what Brother Xie's car looks like. It was the same one at the airport last time," Gu Cong closed the car door, greeted the driver with a standard eight-tooth smile, and asked, "Did Manager Zhou not come today?"
Xie Ye nodded, "He's with other artists."
Taking the contract that had been placed early on the back seat, Xie Ye lazily lifted it and handed it to Gu Cong, "Take a look?"
The front-seat driver tactfully adjusted the rearview mirror.
For a moment, 1101, looking at the stack of paper being held by the slender fingertips, inexplicably felt like it was a sponsorship contract. Unable to help it, when Xie Ye squinted, it always gave the impression of being mischievous, not serious at all.
However, in reality, it was just an endorsement contract awaiting signatures for X Qing yogurt, a brand that Gu Cong's manager had been trying to secure, hoping to get Xie Ye to agree.
"Their ice cream flavors are quite good," Xie Ye commented casually, avoiding any mention of how many jobs he had turned down before.
Working hard at such a young age, with no support from friends or family, Gu Cong's inner self was not as innocent as his outward appearance suggested. With a quick glance, he soon grasped the key points of the contract.
Unlike the previous one sent by his manager, the terms of this contract were noticeably more flexible and favorable. The final remuneration that would be credited to his account was also higher, trying to bypass the company's layers of deductions as much as possible.
Gu Cong might appear obedient and polite on the surface, but his personality wasn't one to be easily taken advantage of. He had been secretly gathering evidence of the company's shady dealings, not just his own but also those of other relatively unknown artists.
Being a lesser-known figure might make it easier to garner public sympathy. They were all hardworking individuals, and the opportunities they fought so hard for should not be handed over to the bosses without a fight.
However, Gu Cong never expected someone to stand up for him so thoughtfully.
Having "cohabitated" with Xie Ye for four days and five nights, he was well aware of Xie Ye's preference for tranquility. Yet today, not only did Xie Ye come to the live venue, but he also personally did Gu Cong's makeup in the chaotic backstage environment.
All for the sake of a contract.
It didn't matter who delivered it; it was the thought that counted.
His heart pounded in his chest as if he had just finished an exhilarating dance. Unconsciously, he creased the contract. Gu Cong lowered his eyes and asked, "Does Brother Xie mind?"
Xie Ye: "Hm?"
Gu Cong: "CP."
Dual endorsements, coupled with the currently popular variety show, were practically a form of implicit binding.
"No one will take it seriously," finding Gu Cong's reaction adorable, Xie Ye couldn't help but smirk, "The audience is clear about it. We won't be the only ones teased."
Despite the explanation, Gu Cong didn't feel as happy as Xie Ye had expected.
"It's okay if they take it seriously," speaking either to Xie Ye or to himself, he whispered, "I'll write many, many songs, hold concerts, and use my works to answer to the fans."
The latter half of the sentence coincided with Xie Ye's thoughts. Smiling with his head resting on a cushion, the black-haired youth said, "You will."
"There will come a day."
At this point, he had removed his mask, revealing his entire face. With slightly long hair falling on his forehead and intensely black eyes, even though the car's interior wasn't dim, it easily evoked associations with gloom, decadence, and world-weariness, like continuous rainy days in the Huangmei season.
Although his appearance wasn't particularly endearing, Gu Cong had been amazed countless times.
Having the opportunity to scrutinize Xie Ye carefully and openly, he noticed some small details he had overlooked, "Bloodshot eyes... Brother Xie, have you not been resting well recently?"
Xie Ye: "Just a little bit."
1101: More like a billionth of a bit.
"While practicing dancing, I also learned some muscle relaxation techniques. Massaging the head should be somewhat similar. But I'm doing this for the first time... Brother Xie, do you mind giving it a try?"
Without waiting for the young man's response, he shook the contract in his hand, "Consider it a reward for the endorsement."
To be honest, Xie Ye's surprise visit today was mainly to confirm whether Zhou Ming's words about "Gu Cong being mistreated because of him" were true or false. If Gu Cong had collaborated with his manager to stage a play of being unfairly treated, he wouldn't even bother with the contract and would leave on the spot without giving Gu Cong a second glance.
Before Gu Cong spoke, Xie Ye hadn't thought about bringing him home.
But he did miss the feeling of falling asleep without relying on medication.
Although the props produced by the system were good, waking up after using them left a dizzy feeling.
After a brief hesitation of two seconds, Xie Ye patted the back of the driver's seat, "Let's go, back home."
The driver, with his pupils shaking: ??
Gu Cong, who originally just wanted Xie Ye to take a nap in the car: !!
At the same time, in the real-time discussions about the Orange Stage Evening Gala, someone suddenly posted a photo. Tall and slim, with pale skin, an upturned eye tail, glaringly distinctive compared to the surrounding pedestrians.
【No way, no way! That person actually followed again? (with pictures) (with pictures)】
【Isn't it Xie Ye?】
【Definitely Xie Ye!】
【Disgusting! Knowing that Xue-ge and Shidi have a duet, he comes out to cause trouble?】
【Just like a sasaeng fan.】
【Take away Little Master Qingyue, it's bad luck!】
【@Su Entertainment official Weibo, calling big brother!】
【Wait a minute, Xue-ge and Qingyue's program is starting, isn't Xie Ye probably in the audience?】
【Ugh, ugh, ugh!】
【Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.】
At first, due to the rumors about Xie Ye's reputation, onlookers gathered to watch the excitement, and the comment section was almost completely dominated by fans of Xue Minglang and Su Qingyue's CP.
But as some fans' language became increasingly vulgar, there were gradually some staff members who couldn't stand it and spoke out with alternate accounts:
【Thanks for the invitation, at the scene, Teacher Xie clearly came to find Gu Cong. Basic facts should be considered even when fantasizing.】
【Exactly, otherwise, who do you think did Gu Cong's makeup tonight?】
【Pointing to the "Professionalism" topic, there are videos, animated ones, sisters, come quickly and enjoy the show.】
...
【Help, my makeup is ruined: Hehehe, breaking a small piece of news, Teacher Xie and Little Gu have already left in the same car.】
Author's note:
Xie Ye: Taking the puppy home (to sleep).
1101: !! What did I say!
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