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In the face of Zhang Jun's aura, Lu Xiaolan naturally couldn't afford to lose his temper, so he could only take the phone and press the evil breath in his heart.

"I know, this time, I will definitely not disappoint you, Sister Jun."

Seeing that her expression returned to calm, her eyes were clear, and she became the most decent and good-looking appearance she had ever said.

Zhang Jun nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at his watch, and said, "It's almost time, you go over and get acquainted with the other guests first, and you will record it later." ”

"Okay, don't worry." Lu Xiaolan adjusted his state again, and after confirming that it was perfect, he took a deep breath, then stood up and walked out of the lounge with an impeccable smile.

Lu Xiaolan is also a regular customer of variety shows, so he knows how to deal with it.

Zhang Jun will not follow suit, but stay in the lounge with peace of mind, send a message to Lu Xiaolan's assistant, and ask the other party to buy a cup of coffee.

After that, I took the tablet and started to work on my daily tasks, looking at the latest emails, and controlling the real-time movements on the Internet.

After the coffee was delivered, she paused for a moment, and then thought of something, so she turned to Weibo and opened Nanyue's Weibo homepage.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and South Vietnam's latest microblog post was posted at nine o'clock in the morning, seven hours sharp.

1.01 million retweets, 600,000 comments, and 1.2 million likes.

This data is as beautiful and realistic as the fake.

When Lu Xiaolan first left Hongyu, he also took a set of very beautiful photos, at that time his temperament was really good, and he was really young, his smile was full of wanton flying, and he received unanimous praise from the whole network.

For this reason, Lu Xiaolan also put that group of photos on Weibo for a few years, and was later ridiculed by black fans that she would only gnaw on the old book, so she secretly rubbed and changed the top.

Zhang Jun couldn't stop it, and it was inappropriate to let her change back again, so he had to give up.

and has been hanging on the top for several years, and the number of retweets has barely exceeded 600,000, or with the concerted efforts of fans, I want to give Lu Xiaolan a surprise.

When Lu Xiaolan read Weibo just now, the number of retweets of Nanyue's Weibo was seven or eight hundred thousand.

Presumably for this sulking, not really angry by those ugly words.

Otherwise, there would be no such sentence - people are more angry than people.

Lu Xiaolan gradually can't compare with her peers who debuted in the same year or a year later, even if she debuted just over a year ago, she can't compare at all.

What's more, that person is still an artist brought by Chu Ye.

People are like this, when they see how good others are, they will start to think, if they didn't leave in the first place, but continued to stay, would they be like that person?

Zhang Jun drank coffee while flipping through the latest comments, all passers-by and netizens were all boasting, and there was not a word of unpleasantness.

In fact, the appearance of many artists is not perfect, and they can only cater to the aesthetics of some people.

The other part of the population is either completely insensitive, or even a little annoying to watch.

This is a very normal thing in the circle.

But Nanyue's appearance, for some reason, seems to cater to everyone's aesthetics, making people look at it and can't find the point of annoyance.

And she is still young now, and when she is twenty years old, she will slowly grow up, and it is estimated that she will be even more amazing and crazy.

Such a good seedling, if he really signed Hongyu, it would be good to say, in the future, he could dig people over like Lu Xiaolan.

But she didn't sign with any company, so she asked Chu Ye to make an exception to sign a brokerage contract with her and become an agent again.

At first, I won't enter the company, but when I become famous, there is no need to enter again.

Zhang Jun took a sip of coffee with a little pity, then habitually glanced at the hot search, and cut it out first.

When I finished my coffee and got back to work, a phone call came in.

It's an unfamiliar number, but at the same time, it's familiar.

Zhang Jun subconsciously frowned when he saw it, and his tone was also very solemn when he picked it up: "What's wrong?" Something to do with Xiaolan? ”

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^