This star is from the earth

Han Jue was too lazy to explain, so the scene froze again, silence, silence again.

"Why does it sound familiar, is it a Western musical instrument..." Zhang Yiman muttered unwillingly.

Han Jue finally couldn't help laughing.

Han Jue felt that this young singer was a little silly. You teased her, but she answered you seriously. When you laughed, she laughed too.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Yiman asked Han Jue with a smile.

"I'm laughing at the man behind you, he relies on his face to make a living." Han Jue said nonsense.

"You rely on your face? Is he handsome? Can you see him?" Zhang Yiman exclaimed.

Then Han Jue heard the sound of Zhang Yiman turning around.

Han Jue couldn't help wondering, is this the girl's personality? Why is it so stupidly natural? Responding so fast?

"I can't see it." Zhang Yiman turned her head back embarrassingly.

The surrounding environment was dark, and she didn't know what she was doing when she turned around.

"Yes, I can see it. I have a pair of night vision goggles. When I say that person eats by his face, he means that he feeds all his food on his face," Han Jue said.

"Why do you have a night vision device! I don't have one!" Zhang Yiman raised her voice, grasping the key points in Han Jue's words.

"Take it easy, there are several people looking at you," Han Jue teased her, "I looked around and it seemed that there was a person wearing a night vision goggle at every table, it should be one for each table. I came here before you , so I have it. So be careful, or I will add chili to your dish." Han Jue said.

Thinking of this sequence, Zhang Yiman, who was jumping in her mind, couldn't care about the night vision device, because she remembered the questionnaire she saw outside not long ago.

Zhang Yiman straightened up immediately, suppressed his anger and asked, "Did you fill out that questionnaire?"

In the dark, Han Jue felt that the other party leaned forward, and a pleasant fragrance became more obvious.

Han Jue lay back calmly and distanced himself.

"Yeah. What's the matter?" Han Jue asked, "Did you come up with the questionnaire? I thought it was a question from the program group."

"Ah, is that so? But... If it was produced by the program group, you, too, are too careless about writing it." Zhang Yiman's anger was weakened by half, thinking that Han Jue thought it was a questionnaire produced by the program group, That's why I wrote nonsense.

"But no matter who sent it, I replied very seriously, there is nothing wrong with it." Han Jue drank water, he really didn't mind whether it was the program group or who sent the questionnaire.

"Reply seriously? No problem? Look at what you wrote, what kind of girl would you look twice more at, and at a girl with eight eyes?" Zhang Yiman became even more angry when he heard that . What kind of attitude is this?

"You won't?" Han Jue said in surprise.

"Ah? I...will do it too." Zhang Yiman's tone weakened, and he stammered, "But! But...you shouldn't..."

Zhang Yiman fell into the routine and almost didn't recover, maintaining an angry posture with lingering fear. But her train of thought has been disrupted, and she doesn't know how to criticize Han Jue.

Han Jue smiled and changed the subject: "How old are you this year? 20 years old?"

Han Jue had already guessed that the questioner was the girl in front of him, and then he remembered that one of the questions in the question was advice to a 20-year-old girl, so Han Jue guessed that the other party was 20 years old.

"No, I'm not 20 years old, I'm already 20 and a half years old." Zhang Yiman retorted. She successfully forgot the previous anger and was led off topic.

Children like to emphasize their half-year-old, half-year-old and half-year-old, and mature people will not.

The last person Han Jue heard who emphasized that he was one and a half years older was his nephew when he asked Han Jue to buy him a Barbie doll.

Han Jue sighed heavily. He suddenly wanted to hurt these grown-ups who [use their own name as the subject] and [emphasize the age by adding half a year old] like the female reporters I met in the art park before. People, so that they can passively mature quickly and recognize this cruel society.

"What about you? How old are you? You must be 30." Zhang Yiman didn't want to reveal her age, so she immediately asked Han Jue, with bad guesses.

"Almost." Han Jue's flat reaction made Zhang Yiman feel that his guess was low.

"No, no, are you 35?" Zhang Yiman persisted and continued to guess.

"Almost, it's close, come on." Han Jue ran the train with his mouth full.

"37, 38?" Zhang Yiman really continued to guess.

"It's almost the same." Han Jue was thinking about why the meal was not served yet, while perfunctory Zhang Yiman's enthusiasm for guessing his age.

Zhang Yiman thought that Han Juelian's two similarities meant this number, so he stopped guessing in satisfaction.

As she expected, the other party was an uncle. She still admires her own foresight a little bit.

"Wow, you must be a senior, right?" Zhang Yiman asked Han Jue.

"It's okay, anyway, it must be earlier than your debut." Han Jue answered, counting the debut year of his predecessor.

"Then do you have any advice for a newcomer like me who just entered the entertainment circle?"

"The advice is, don't express your opinions in a hurry. Your opinions are not important. Hold back and endure." Han Jue replayed his predecessor's acting career, but his predecessor had too many ideas, and those ideas were not considered brilliant. So I can't blame others for the cold, but myself. Therefore, it is better for most newcomers to follow the company's plan, at least safely.

Han Jue thinks so, and he himself does that, but it may not be the case in the future, but it is also after Han Jue left the current [newcomer period].

Zhang Yiman nodded in the dark. Han Jue's answer was unexpectedly sincere, beyond her expectations.

It seems that this uncle's heart is not all bad?

"By the way, Uncle, do you know Sister Lin Qin?" Zhang Yiman accidentally said the address he was thinking of.

Han Jue didn't care either. When he thought about it, it didn't matter if a 20-year-old called himself a 30-year-old uncle.

"Lin Qin? I don't know."

"But you wrote that your favorite female artist is her."

"I'll give you a free lesson. In the entertainment circle, you know but don't know, know but don't know, know but don't care, care but don't like, like but don't know, know but don't know... This cycle, in the entertainment circle Here, people’s minds are roughly such an inconclusive sort.” In fact, no matter which circle of social networking, it can be applied to it.

"Uncle, you know a lot. No one has ever told me about this. After I go out later, can I pay attention to your micro account?" After Zhang Yiman changed his mind about Han Jue, he thought Get to know each other. Naturally, she also knows that a celebrity's big size is very boring, and it may even be the studio, and the agent is taking care of it.

Facing Zhang Yiman's request, Han Jue resolutely refused, not to mention that he didn't have a trumpet, even if he did, he wouldn't give it. Just kidding, after becoming his friend, how could he be willing to cheat his friend's ratings.

Han Jue wanted to whitewash his reasons, he said: "Tell you young people about the traditional morality of the Chinese entertainment industry: for an old-school artist like me, artists who are resting in the same waiting room when recording shows, play side by side. When using the mobile phone, we listen to each other’s voice on Weibo, but we don’t ask each other’s Weibo account.”

"Why." Zhang Yiman was puzzled.

At this time, the waiter brought two plates of food, and Han Jue planned to eat in the dark first. Waiting for half an hour in an environment full of delicious food was torture.

"Where are there so many and why, I think to myself." Han Jue said bluntly, and then started to eat.

"Oh, uncle, some of what you said is indeed reasonable, but you have to change your character to be liked." Probably because of the food, Zhang Yiman was chewing the food, and his words relaxed a lot of. Letting a senior change his personality is not something ordinary artists dare to say.

"Girl, my personality is just like this. It can't be changed. After all, we can't change our own constellation." Han Jue ate in the dark with a novel mentality, while guessing what he was eating.

In this world, constellations are still popular, and constellations have this kind of charm. People still believe that the trajectory of the stars in the distance can determine their own life.

Zhang Yiman puffed his mouth, thinking about it, and then the corners of his mouth raised slowly and silently. She is the kind of girl who believes in astrology. Although she can hear the irony from Han Jue's words, she is not angry at this time.

"Then can you give me your phone number, if I don't understand something, I can ask you." Zhang Yiman has already thrown Sister Qin's advice to Java. I just want to find Han Jue's contact information, and want to meet such a person.

It is true that Han Jue is not a gentleman, gentle and sunny, but it is the first time Zhang Yiman has come into contact with Han Jue's personality, and it is probably the first time he has experienced what it is like to chat with interesting people.

Little did they know that Sister Qin passed the director's surveillance screen outside the restaurant, and when she heard this sentence, she almost felt ill.

"No." Han Jue refused coldly.

"Why?" Zhang Yiman was disappointed.

"Because my number is not a good one, it doesn't match your phone." Han Jue said pretending to be depressed while wiping his face after finishing his meal. Say it like it's true.

"Ah? I don't mind..." Zhang Yiman didn't understand the reason, so he said weakly.

"I mind." Han Jue said firmly.

Zhang Yiman was caught off guard by Han Jue's refusal.

In Zhang Yiman's long memory, no one has ever been able to refuse her request for contact information. She figured it must be the dark surroundings that took away from her all-around cute looks.

Now it is futile to prove that he has no choice but to give up, so Zhang Yiman began to eat sullenly, planning to finish eating early and go out early. Let Han Jue see her and regret not giving her the contact information!

"Did the director tell you where you're going later?" Han Jue asked as he lay on his back and gritted his teeth like a gentleman.

"certainly."

"Of course, of course, the answer is yes or no."

"Yes..." Zhang Yiman felt as if a knife-like gaze had scratched her body just now, which made her shiver. Obediently continue to eat.

After the meal, they chatted a little more, and Zhang Yiman was taken out of the restaurant first. Go to the next venue and wait for the meeting.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman didn't ask each other's name during the meal because they were informed by the manager and director in advance. The meeting between the two parties is also a highlight, so don't reveal your identity during the meal.

After Han Jue came out, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover the bright light outside. Before he had time to savor the feeling of being transformed, the director handed over a mission card.

Thanks to [a civet cat with short hair], [NathanW], [19401], [a rock in the forest], [it is also a year], [sea dragon frog soldier], [Tang Leng], [Chen YM], [Fei Feifei Yunfei] Tips from these old friends and new friends! thanks thanks!