Chapter 392 - VIP "Come on"

"Hey, you hang here, he hangs over there, hurry, hurry, the game is about to start! Oops, you can eat later, help first! Zhu Ling commanded everyone to hang banners outside the window, while stopping his companions who were busy stuffing snacks into their mouths and eager to enjoy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What are you ......" Song Daoqing didn't know what they were doing, staring blankly at others busy, others didn't care about him, only busy with themselves, Zhu Ling didn't notice that there was a curious baby-like thick bangs young man around him.

As a team member held up a poster board of Chenxing, Song Daoqing recognized Chenxing, guessed something, and was a little surprised, "Chenxing's fans actually have the ability to run to the VIP box?" No, isn't this Yin Rongyuding? He ordered a box for Chenxing's fans? Oh, he also bets that Chenxing is the penultimate ......" Song Daoqing felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary, and his mouth slowly opened, accounting for a larger proportion of his face than the mouth of a pistachio.

Yin Rongyu's mobile phone was placed on a coffee table with the group of people in the box, guarded by the waiter, and he could only get it back after the game, and he naturally had to abide by the rules he announced. He walked next door and didn't see Yu Youjia's figure, he immediately thought of something, and angrily asked the waiter to take a telescope over, and saw Yu Youjia lying on the railing on the grass of the arena and chatting with others. Although it is just a back, others will not be able to see who is who, of course Yin Rongyu can be sure that the back is Yu Youjia's. And the person who talked to him, Bacheng was that damn over-the-top artist Chenxing.

"This kid really knows how to use waste. It's not good to bring someone in, bring a bunch of haunted ghosts over, and I'm still a fan of Chenxing! Yin Rongyu gritted his teeth.

"Rong Shao, I know that you may be a little tired of playing too much with women, but you can't suddenly change your interest, your taste is so heavy all of a sudden, how can I continue to follow you, little brother? Some time ago, a little ambiguous photo with Tianjiao was taken, and now you have a male artist......" Song Daoqing had a sincere expression of witnessing the fall of the idol and was heartbroken and unbearable to look back on, and the word "interest" was particularly accentuated.

Yin Rongyu instantly had the urge to beat Song Daoqing into sexual impotence.

Song Daoqing guessed Yin Rongyu's mind the moment he saw him roll the whites of his eyes slightly.

Before the opponent's fist beckoned to him, Song Daoqing jumped to the side accurately and agilely, successfully avoiding the danger of being beaten, but inevitably affected the innocent pond fish passing by.

"Oops!" Zhu Ling, the pond fish who was hit by the fire at the city gate, touched his head and sat up from the ground in pain, wailing, feeling as if his buttocks had been broken from two to three. She remembered that she had obviously instructed others to hang the banner just now, and when she saw that one end was hanging too low, she kept directing on her back.

Zhu Ling looked up angrily, wondering who that Erlenzi was, and planned to expel this person from the cheerleading team. Suddenly noticed that there was something strange about the ****, and then I noticed that Song Daoqing was still lying on his lap, holding himself with both hands like a life-saving straw, and one of the hands was very unconsciously and firmly grasped her ****, and even pinched it unconsciously.

"Die!" Zhu Ling hugged the **** tightly, ashamed and angry, and instinctively kicked over.

So when Song Daoqing was in a daze and wanted to figure out what the soft and hot thing in his hand was, he was caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow.

Song Daoqing covered his chest, and strongly felt that his heart seemed to be broken—only in a physiological sense.

"Well deserved." Yin Rongyu's lips opened slightly, and her eyes showed pity for the meaning of "You might as well beat me up obediently".

Song Daoqing sniffed in pain, and took Yin Rongyu's hand before slowly standing up.

"Who are you? Isn't this a VIP box, how can anyone come who doesn't care? Go out, I don't have time to talk to you! Zhu Ling looked at the two guys who suddenly broke in, and then looked at the scene outside the window where the game was about to start, and snorted from his nose with extreme contempt, deciding to focus on the overall situation and do a good job of cheering for Chenxing, and aggressively recruited two male team members to drive people away, walked to the window where the banner was hung, and continued to command, "Hey, hey, I won't look at it, it's short here, it looks crooked from the outside, the visual effect is not good, it's okay to be dedicated, everyone invited us to come to the box to enjoy!" This is a place where only rich people can stay, how many opportunities do we have in our lives to be able to see so long, can we be grateful? Our refueling must be at the VIP level to be worthy of others! ”

Before Yin Rongyu could say anything, a few college students came to ask them to leave.

"What to say, what to say, what to say, say it clearly!" Song Daoqing was naturally unconvinced, and his bangs shouted in a mess.

"Hey, waiter, can you open the window?" Zhu Ling ignored it at all and asked the waiter in the box directly. After the window was opened, she tried the megaphone in her hand, took a deep breath, sank into the dantian, and then suddenly said hysterically to the loudspeaker, "Chenxing, come on!" ”

This voice came too suddenly, and it was too loud, which frightened Song Daoqing, who was trying to defend himself, into a sudden silence.

Then the cheerleaders in the room quickly got into the groove and collectively boiled. Under the leadership of Zhu Ling, they shouted in unison to cheer.

The effect speaks for itself.

It can be seen that many spectators and staff on the field were alarmed and turned back to find the source of this sound.

It's noisy. Yin Rongyu only felt that his ears were rumbling and about to become deaf, so he immediately dragged Song Daoqing away and left here.

This account must definitely be counted on Yu Youjia. Yin Rongyu returned to his No. 9 box and thought with a gloomy face.

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Chenxing, like other artists, sat in the car, ready to start, just waiting for an order.

He moved his foot lightly on the brakes, a little suspicious. When he tested the car just now, he felt that the whole was okay, but he always felt that something was slightly wrong. During the car inspection before the race, the master in charge of maintenance did not find any problems, he could not just rely on his own feelings to ask the maintenance engineer to carefully check him again, and the race was about to start, so there was not so much time for him to toss.

If only his yellow Ferrari hadn't broken down. Chenxing thought this more than once, regretting that he hadn't treated it better in the first place.

Can't be too immersed in remorse, Chenxing adjusted his mind, and then seemed to hear someone shouting his name, and it felt a little like auditory hallucinations. Looking up in confusion, I found that there were already many people who looked back to observe the situation before me.

The source of the voice is not difficult to find.

The banner was still eye-catching and huge, except that the location had changed, from the ordinary hard-seated auditorium to the window of the VIP box, and a group of young people in uniform shouted into the loudspeaker with inexplicable emotion. Even if the slogan is silly, it looks so cute in front of these youthful and energetic voices.

However, what many people are surprised by is not these young faces full of collagen and passionate shouts, but the position of these people. The VIP box here is not a box in a theater that can be entered casually for hundreds or thousands, and this group of young people does not look like people who can casually spend tens of thousands of dollars to charter a box, maybe one of them is a fan of Chenxing?

In the media area, many reporters stretched their feet, stretched their necks, and looked up at the most eye-catching box with banners at this time, and their feelings were complicated. Without the invitation of the sponsor and the consent of the organizer, many journalists are not allowed to enter and leave the VIP box at will. At this time, a group of fans who watched an out-of-fashion artist on the field easily climbed to the place where only the rich could afford to enter, and cheered for Chenxing like countless other fanatical ordinary fans, just like watching a group of kittens who didn't know what to do and next to the golden toilet The indescribable feeling was slowly fermenting, and after fermentation, many media people came back to their senses and looked at the blue Ferrari and Chenxing who was wearing a helmet and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Other artists were also amazed, either looking at the group of fans who were still shouting in the wind, or turning to the blue Ferrari in a complicated way. Fan Ying felt that this situation was a little different from what he expected, and in his imagination, he should have been speeding on the track with the greatest cheers and attention of everyone, happy and chic. Now, Chenxing, who has inexplicably become one of his best friends, who enjoys this honor, is because of those inexplicable fans who popped up inexplicably.

Regardless of the malice or kindness in those eyes, Chenxing is definitely the absolute focus and center of everyone's eyes at this time. This special situation gave Chenxing a sense of déjà vu and powerlessness.

In Fan Ying's impression, this is something that hasn't happened for many years. Once upon a time, he had long been accustomed to Chenxing standing stupidly on the side and watching him enjoy the faint but somewhat shy smile of the crowd. He thought he should be happy for his good friend, but he wasn't as excited as he thought.

"There's a set." Fan Ying turned around, poked her head out, and said to Chenxing in the car that was closest to her not far behind her. I wanted to give Chenxing a thumbs up appreciatively, but somehow it became a half-mocking tone.

Chenxing sat in the car, leaned out and looked at the group of people, received Fan Ying's words, and looked at him blankly.

Pei Yueyue looked at the banners and cheers of such a big battle, and her first reaction was joy, and then she took into account Chenxing's mood, and quickly restrained her expression and looked down at Chenxing.

"They...... It's true, the movement is too much......" Pei Yueyue hid her smile and complained glutinously, wanting to clear up the relationship between this move and herself.

"This ...... Too...... Invest it. Xia Liansheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that Zhu Ling seemed to be standing on the table, holding a pillar in one hand and a megaphone in the other, and most of his body was hanging out of the window dangerously, his face was full of excitement, and he couldn't tell whether this guy was just trying his best to cheer for Chenxing, and it looked more like he was indulging in his own game and playing too high. Is this the professional quality of a professional cheerleader? Although Xia Liansheng complained that Zhu Ling was too involved in the action and it was too dangerous, he intuitively thought that this VIP-style "refueling" picture was very emotional, and pressed a series of shutters with his hand before his brain.

Yu Youjia noticed that Chenxing's face was obviously not good-looking, coughed twice, and after thinking about it, he still had the courage to admit his mistake, "Well, I took them here, and there happened to be a group ticket for a VIP box in my hand, so it's a waste for me to be alone." I didn't expect them to be so ...... Energetic. ”

Chenxing didn't speak. He waved weakly at them, and bowed his head in resignation.

What should he say? Say it's not happy that so many people cheer him on? He was bothered by these sudden sights, but he was not pretentious enough to put on a bad face for his friends and those "fans", even if those fans were temporary.

He is an artist, a star, no matter what unexpected situations are at the event, he can only accept it and try to adapt to this rule and the whole world.

The vast majority of people in the world have come this way, with a few exceptions, who are either geniuses or madmen. And many of the geniuses who became famous in history were often seen as crazy in their time.

That's how depressing the reality is. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )