I'm so sorry, Caven is so powerful!

On the streets of Myeongdong, in a small bus of MBC TV's field service group, Lee Jae-jeong looked at the props and costumes given by the program team in his hand with tears and smiles, completely losing his previous good mood.

HALFWAY THROUGH THE RECORDING OF THE SHOW, AS A MALE FRIEND INVITED BY JUNJIN, HE NOW HAS A FAINT REGRET IN HIS HEART, HE DIDN'T RECOGNIZE A FEW BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, AND NOW HE HAS TO DO SOMETHING COMPLETELY HUMILIATING.

"BROTHER JUNJIN, WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO BROTHER HUICAI, LET'S CHANGE THE SHOW AND PERFORM!!"

Thinking that he was going to dress up as a cowboy and a man dressed as a woman to shoot a show in public, and among the female guests on the second floor next to him, Nan Kuili of the same company was still watching, Li Zaiting always had a particularly awkward feeling in his heart.

NEXT TO HIM, AFTER PUTTING ON HIS SKIRT WITH THE HELP OF THE STAFF, JUNJIN WAVED HIS HAND INDIFFERENTLY, "... In court, the program needs to be like this, when I used to shoot "Reversal Drama", there were more exaggerated and ruinous images than this, and you will slowly get used to it in the future..."

A long red grass skirt made of fine cloth strips, the bright color is vulgar and dazzling, and it is really joyful to wear it on a man who is more than one meter eight

Li Zaiting smiled and shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything, anyway, if he didn't wear a skirt by himself, he would only lose half of his face at most.

"CAME OUT, CAME OUT, JUNJIN AND ZAITAI CAME OUT..."

"Look at their performances, can they make the people around them laugh, if they don't laugh, never..."

AFTER CHANGING HIS CLOTHES, LI ZAITING WORE A WIDE COWBOY HAT, PASTED A FAKE BEARD AND RUBBED JUNJIN OUT OF THE SMALL BUS, WALKED TO THE MIDDLE OF THE SMALL SQUARE PRE-DESIGNATED BY THE PROGRAM TEAM, AND DANCED A MESSY SPANISH BULLFIGHTING DANCE.

The task of today's program is to ask the guests and invited friends to perform a designated "impromptu performance" in the middle of the square, and the guests and friends need to make the people resting around laugh before the guests and friends can go upstairs to continue filming.

"Hahaha......"

"You can do without the title of JUNJIN Dance God, it's really a shame for the 'myth'......"

"The dance in the court is too ugly...... Hey, I can't stand it anymore......"

In the coffee shop on the second floor next to the small square, a group of guests who had already performed watched the live TV broadcast taken over by the program team and laughed.

Especially at the end, after seeing JUNJIN and Lee Jae-jeong finish their performance, and after hearing Li Huicai talk about Guò on the radio, the two of them lowered their heads neatly and ran quickly into the small bus on the side of the road, and everyone was even more happy to lean forward and backward.

After a while, after recording the first half of the program, it was already noon, and everyone began to move to the restaurant, ready to record the second half of the program.

ON THE WAY TO THE RESTAURANT, LEE JAE-TING DROVE A CAR AND CHATTED WITH JUNJIN, COMPLETELY UNAWARE THAT HIS HOME HAD BEGUN TO GATHER STORMS.

…

"Renjingxi, thank you so much last night, I don't have anything to be rude, right?!"

On the sofa in the hall on the first floor, Li Juli smiled and held Park Renjing's fair little hand, and her tone was as intimate as if she had seen a good friend who had known her for many years.

At this moment, although Li Juli smiled kindly, she was so anxious in her heart.

When she got up just now, she found that all the clothes on her body had changed, but after thinking hard for a long time, she didn't remember how she came back, and only after making a phone call to An Xueyan did she know that she was picked up by that particularly annoying guy and Park Injing.

That completely shameless guy picked it up?!

… Which......???

…… Who changed the clothes for themselves?!

"You're welcome, you slept soundly last night and couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed, so there's nothing rude." Park In-jeong smiled lightly, feeling a little unaccustomed to Li Juli's enthusiasm. Although we chatted together at dinner last time, we didn't seem to be familiar with this Cheng dù.

"That...... Last night he ...... Does he have ...... Is there a ......" At the end, Li Juli pursed her lips, twisting her beautiful and flawless face and hesitated.

In the latter words, even in the face of Park Renjing, she still felt a little unspeakable.

Seeing Li Juli's shy and anxious look, Park Renjing smiled knowingly, shook his hand again and again, and smiled, "... Don't worry, I helped you change your pajamas......"

As a girl, Park Renjing knows what Li Juli is worried about, a drunk girl is too easy to be taken advantage of, and it just so happens that her own relatives are a big pervert.

If...... If he wasn't there last night, maybe that big pervert ...... You can really help Li Juli change her clothes by yourself, right?!

OK!!!

After getting the confirmation, Li Juli secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that she had been carrying suddenly fell back into her stomach, and the smile on her pretty face became bright again.

"But ......" thought about it, and Park In-jung felt that some of the things that happened last night were ...... Maybe...... Or should I sue Li Juli.

"But? …… But what?! Li Juli raised her eyebrows, her eyes were full of confusion, and she suddenly raised it again with a little unease.

Seeing Li Juli like this, Park Renjing sorted out her language and smiled a little embarrassedly, "... I picked you up in court last night and didn't get out of the car yet, and he took a picture of you while you were asleep?! ”

Take a picture?!

Li Juli was slightly stunned, slightly dazedly twisting her eyebrows, and couldn't help but imagine what she looked like when she was drunk yesterday...

With hair dishevelled?!

Wolf bèi unbearable?!

No image at all?!

Disheveled?!

Suddenly, a shy anger suddenly skewed up from the bottom of her heart, and in an instant, Li Juli's face was frighteningly cold. Park In-jeong blinked, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have said something that she shouldn't have said.

But what does that matter......

"Yike...... Yikes! That bastard...... That bastard...... I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!! ”

…

After filming all the shows, the day's itinerary was over, and it was close to midnight, and Lee Jae-jeong had just gotten into the nanny car when he received a laptop handed over by Park Kyu-heon.

"In the court, your fan site has been made, go in and take a look, there are already more than 5,000 fans, if you want to leave a message in it, you just pay attention to yourself."

Taking over the computer, Li Zaiting smiled and nodded. Now the fan sites of all artists are basically made by the fans themselves, including the slogan, the support, and the color of the support, all of which are decided by the fans themselves.

Entertainment companies will not interfere with these things, and only when the fans accumulate to a certain extent, the company will send someone to contact the fan manager of the website and certify the private website of the fans as the official website of the artist.

clicked into the website, and in the short moment of waiting for the webpage to refresh, Li Zaiting suddenly felt a little expectation in his heart. As an artist, there is no one who doesn't want their fans to cheer for themselves off the stage and applaud them in front of the screen.

Throne?!

"We are the throne, the throne of the court oppa, the 'throne' that everyone guards together!!"

Looking at the fan names and support slogans on the headlines of the website, Li Zaiting was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the group of ten generations of little girls would take such a domineering fan name, before he always thought that his group of fans would take a support slogan like "bobokiss".

The pale yellow cheering color is very appropriate for the fan name "Throne", and the cheering object is a small pale yellow stool, which really looks like a throne at first glance.

After thinking about it carefully, Lee Jae-ting found that this support slogan is also very meaningful, in a sense, artists were originally supported by fans on the "throne".

"Thank you, I love ......"

It was late at night, and there were very few people chatting in the forum of the "Throne" website, but Lee Jae-ting was still in a joyful mood, and left a word of thanks on the website with the special account given by Min Hee, the webmaster and his first fan, and then closed the notebook.

In the quiet of the night, the slightest sound can be heard far and wide......

Saying goodbye to Park Kyu-heon, he stepped off the slightly roaring nanny car and returned home, as soon as he entered the door, Lee Jae-ting saw two beautiful figures sitting on the sofa in the living room.

One pouted with a small mouth, and there were wisps of worry on the fleshy little face, and the other had a cold face, holding his arms, crossing Erlang's legs, and the chill in his beautiful eyes was piercing.

"Oba ......"

Seeing that her villain uncle was back, Park Ji-yeon smiled, suddenly got up and walked to Lee Jae-jeong's side with small steps, and then wrinkled his nose nervously and muttered softly

“… Cyglioni was so angry with you that he didn't eat for a day, did you do something completely bad to Ernie?! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I just came back, okay, who dares to provoke her now......" Lee Jae-jeong rubbed Park Ji-yeon's little head dotingly, and couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable.

Haven't eaten in a day? …… What's so exaggerated?!

It's finally back......

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the shame in her heart, Li Juli suddenly put down the arms she was holding and the beautiful legs that had been cocked, and her flawless pretty face struggled to make a warm smile that made her face look pale.

"Ji-yeon, go to the kitchen and help me get a knife, I'll have a ...... when I sleep at night"