After a busy set-up, the program team brought in a long table and chairs.

With the director's expression of wanting to say something, with a wave of his hand, the recording continued.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman sat side by side facing the camera. Even when they were sitting, they were far apart.

The camera rack was in front, filming them.

No one spoke.

Han Jue didn't mind being cold at all, even if there was a girl sitting next to him with a face and temperament like trouble, he was in a daze with his hands on his cheeks, like a college student who was bored in class and absent-minded.

Zhang Yiman also sorted out his thoughts, fiddling with the fruit bowl on the table while quietly looking at Han Jue.

When he was taking a break just now, Zhang Yiman secretly used his mobile phone to check Han Jue's information on the Internet, and his eyes were full of negative comments. Zhang Yiman kept doubting himself while watching. Because of eating in the dark, the Han Jue described on the Internet, she didn't feel like the one next to her at the moment.

It's the same as being angry, but it's not so bad. Is Han Jue hiding it well, or is everyone on the Internet talking nonsense?

Zhang Yiman, who is ignorant of the world, can't think of a reason even if he wants to break his scalp.

However, Zhang Yiman felt that since there was Han Jue who was given the title of [Time Bomb] by the people of the rivers and lakes, he had to dominate the rhythm of the show.

So he took care of Han Jue just like he was taken care of when he participated in the show before.

"Eat some fruit. Zhang Yiman peeled an orange and handed it over.

Han Jue was disturbed in a daze, and saw Zhang Yiman holding an orange with a firm face, signaling to Han Jue, and there was a posture of shoehorning it into Han Jue if he didn't take it.

Han Jue took it, looked directly into Zhang Yiman's eyes, opened his bloody mouth, and stuffed the whole orange into it.

Then, chew hard.

Zhang Yiman's mouth opened and he froze. She looked at Han Jue's way of eating and felt that her jaw hurt so much.

Zhang Yiman immediately forgot about her idea of leading the recording of the show, quickly peeled another orange, and handed it over tentatively with curiosity. Han Jue lived up to his expectations, took it, stuffed it into his mouth again, looked at Zhang Yiman indifferently, and chewed hard.

Zhang Yiman smiled as if he was going to the zoo for the first time to feed the hippopotamus, and he peeled oranges faster in his hands.

The director inhales and exhales from a distance. The screenwriters fanned the wind behind him, beating the back.

The screenwriters found this uncontrollability very interesting, and they themselves watched it very interestingly. But it seems that the director just has an obsession with [Pink].

In the director's opinion, Han Jue has a hidden sultry attribute, but if he doesn't show it, the director is very angry and unhappy.

The oranges were finally gone, Zhang Yiman bit his fingers and thought about it, then picked up an apple and handed it over.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

After swallowing the last orange, Han Jue felt that if he didn't speak again, the girl would be able to feed herself a plate of fruit.

"How long have you been singing?" Han Jue turned to the side slightly, propping his head to look at Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman's facial features are delicate but not aggressive, everything is just right, especially a pair of talking-like eyes, which are very spiritual. Under the black shirt and red hair, the charm and innocence contradict the same person. Like her voice, contradictory, yet harmonious.

"It's been thirteen years. Zhang Yiman pondered slightly and then gave a number. Then he looked at the apple in his hand with a little regret, and the other fruits in the bowl.

"The voice, it's quite nice," Han Jue complimented, "Have you had surgery?" ”

"I haven't had surgery! I haven't had surgery anywhere!" Zhang Yiman said as he glared at Han Jue.

[Sure enough, the words are so annoying, the hateful uncle is still the hateful uncle! No matter how good-looking he looks, he is still so hateful!] Zhang Yiman felt the familiar taste.

"Why are you lying to me that you are 37 or 38 years old?" Zhang Yiman questioned.

"I didn't admit it, you guessed it yourself. Han Jue spread out his hands, a puzzled expression, and an innocent smile with a little helplessness.

This is actually the appearance of Han Jue's girlfriend in his previous life, which will always make Han Jue who tries to review and reason half to death.

Han Jue is now learning what his girlfriend looks like, including her demeanor.

Looking at Zhang Yiman's appearance of having nothing to say, Han Jue found that the feeling of being a fool was unexpectedly cool.

"Uncle, I told you your age, but you didn't tell me, it's too unfair. Zhang Yiman pursed his lips and said in a sullen voice.

"You can check it on the Internet now, why don't you check it out?" Han Jue wondered.

"Look up your name on the Internet, and all that pops up are very bad things for you. Zhang Yiman said.

In another practice room, the show's creators were breathless, and the agents of the two guests frowned. Some of the workers are already crying out in their hearts.

Indeed, if Han Jue was here 2 months ago, then this show would not be recorded here today.

Zhang Yiman can be regarded as saving Han Jue's face in this way. Some bad things can be called self-deprecation if the parties themselves say it, but if it is said by others, it is very inappropriate, with the violent temper of Han Jue's predecessor, it is estimated that the table will be flipped up.

However, fortunately, Han Jue, who is sitting now, is not himself.

"Oh, what do you say on the Internet?" asked Han Jue indifferently.

"For example, if you say that you don't have the quality, half of the excerpt will leave the scene halfway. ”

"Have you ever wondered why I left halfway?" Han Jue looked at the stupid girl in front of him with a smile, "It's because someone said something similar to what you just had, maybe it should be a little more direct." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yiman was surprised.

"But I know you don't have malicious intentions, don't talk about the other party's negative news in front of an artist next time. Han Jue mentioned Zhang Yiman.

"Oooh. Zhang Yiman understood a little and nodded obediently.

"Back to what I just said, the Internet said that I had no quality, but I actually didn't think so. Literacy is not to smile after being bullied, and to be polite after being offended. Literacy is that you don't take the initiative to offend others, don't speculate on others with malice, and don't attack others with words first," Han Jue looked into Zhang Yiman's eyes and said with a smile, "But once you are offended, a tooth for a tooth is the quality that an adult should have." ”

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue smiling in front of him blankly, and always felt that Han Jue's gentle smile had a cold blade.

She has always thought that the word quality is linked to gentleman, and quality is a kind of demeanor. But now that I hear Han Jue say this, I feel very reasonable.

Sure enough, this uncle's appearance is completely opposite to what he speculated, but in terms of life growth, he is still very reasonable.

"Uncle, give me your contact information. Zhang Yiman's eyes lit up, and he stretched out a hand at Han Jue.

Her hands were white and slender, and her fingers were as green as shallots.

"I told you everything...... My number, it's not ......," Han Jue said helplessly.

"No! you must give it to me!" Zhang Yiman retracted her hand, and then spread it forward again, showing her determination to ask for the number!

"Girl, you have to be reserved, you have to wait for the man to take the initiative to ask. ”

"Would you ask?"

"No, it won't. ”

Zhang Yiman's big eyes glared at Han Jue, but he was not fierce at all.

Seeing that things were about to stalemate, Han Jue could only report the number to Zhang Yiman in the end.

"Remember to call me. Zhang Yiman saved Han Jue's number.

"Definitely, definitely. Han Jue nodded perfunctorily, but shook his head wildly in his heart.

"But uncle, you didn't leave my number. Zhang Yiman pursed her lips, her little face was very serious, as if she was not stupid at all.

“...... If it was really fate, I would have guessed. Han Jue avoided Zhang Yiman's gaze and looked at the fruit bowl.

Zhang Yiman angrily took the initiative to find Han Jue's number and called out.

"From Monday to Friday, you're so fragile......" Han Jue's cell phone rang.

When Han Jue heard this bell, his scalp tingled for a while, and his hairs stood up in an instant.

Worst!

His mobile phone is usually not called, and even if someone calls occasionally, Han Jue is also silent, so Han Jue is too lazy to change the ringtone of his mobile phone. And this morning, after accidentally exiting the mute, I forgot to tune it back, and now this accident happened.

Han Jue immediately hung up.

The beautiful female voice of the cappella did not sound again.

Han Jue watched Zhang Yiman's delicate eyebrows slowly wrinkle towards the middle.

The program team on the other side thought that Zhang Yiman just heard a song by other female singers that was set as a mobile phone ringtone by Han Jue, and Zhang Yiman, as an imaginary girlfriend, began to be "jealous". The people in the program team, including the two agents, didn't think much about it.

And Zhang Yiman, who has only listened to the ringtone at close range, understands that this kind of sound quality can only be experienced when recording on a mobile phone.

Zhang Yiman frowned slightly, looking at Han Jue, thinking about something.

"That, you see, you got my phone call to ask questions, right?" Han Jue saw Zhang Yiman's contemplative face, so his brain flew and wanted to change the topic.

"I'm embarrassed to charge you, so wouldn't I be at a loss......? You can teach me music!" Han Jue had a flash of inspiration.

"You teach me music, I teach you how to be a human being...... No, I'll teach you how to deal with this complicated entertainment industry!" Han Jue said with an "excited" face, and began to instigate Zhang Yiman.

"Teaching music? huh...... That seems fair. Zhang Yiman's attention was diverted, and he was surprised when he heard Han Jue's proposal, and then began to think.

Han Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid that this stupid girl would find out something, he was afraid that the stupid girl would tell the story after he found out. The less trouble the better, and he didn't want to have anything to do with the mess of his predecessor.

"From today onwards, you will be my music teacher. Han Jue sat facing Zhang Yiman.

"Haha, you are my founding disciple. Zhang Yiman found it interesting.

"Yes!

"Hahahaha!"

Sister Qin, the agent in the practice room in another room, covered her forehead and sighed heavily.

Guan Yi was still expressionless.

The director was very steady at this time, not surprised at all, as if he had given up his life, pointed to the screen and said to the screenwriters on the side: "Look." The direction of this plot, teachers and students, tsk......"