Since Han Jue agreed, he would not deliberately show off his bad performance during the performance, which would eventually implicate the people in the entire show.

Han Jue is shameless in the black sheep. Whether in the past or in this life, doing his job well is the minimum requirement for a person. Even if he has been an artist for half a year in this life, Han Jue will also do his best to do his job seriously.

So he could only hope that his unprofessional performance could be caught by Xueliang's masses and scolded him.

Then I could spread my hands helplessly at my agent and said, "Look, I have tried my best, but I really don't seem to be suitable for Hong."

Now Han Jue hopes that his black fans will stand firm and not be trapped by their own charm, and can attack him without forgetting their original intentions. Then the director will come to Han Jue with a shame, and Han Jue can get off the car with a righteous attitude.

It's a win-win situation.

Oh, but this is a shame for the female guest I partner with. However, I believe that no one would be happy to be a partner with an outdated artist like me who is so black.

Three wins, three wins, awesome.

When Han Jue was thinking happily, Guan Yi on the opposite side said a lot before he realized that Han Jue's mind was not here at all.

Guan Yi clapped his hands and said coldly: "What are you thinking."

Han Jue was awakened by Guan Yi's applause and said in panic: "Ah? It's nothing... I'm distracted."

"Did you hear me say anything?" Guan Yi's expressionless face was just that. You can't tell whether he was angry or not.

Han Jue shook his head.

"...I just said that in about three days, the program team will come here to shoot materials and do some interviews, and you can clean up the house in advance."

"Oh, then do I need to pay attention to something? What words should I not say, and what words should be thought about in advance?"

"You just need to pay attention to covering your tattoo." Guan Yi said coldly.

“好的……”韩觉的背更驼了一点.

"I will be here at that time, and I will stare at it."

Guan Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"You really don't have a girlfriend?" Guan Yi asked Han Jue with a water cup in his hand.

Han Jue found that his predecessor was in love with the female artist named Weng Nanxi, and the company didn't seem to know about it.

"No." Han Jue shook his head. He was worried that if he said there was, the water cup in Guan Yi's hand would hit him.

"Are you sure? You haven't had a girlfriend in the past few years?" Guan Yi looked disbelief.

"Really. I have had it before, but I have already divided it up." Han Jue explained.

"Even if you have it, you can hide it from me, otherwise you will get off the car just after it is exposed." Guan Yi reminded Han Jue.

Han Jue is already twenty-eight and nearly thirty years old. He is not a disgusted old idol, but he is not allowed to have a girlfriend, after all, no one cares.

Guan Yi asked that, just because he was worried that Han Jue's girlfriend would affect the show after being exposed.

Oh, how could a male artist who was exposed to have a girlfriend have the face to participate in a reality show that pretends to be a couple? It’s even more fake on the fake, and the performance will make the audience feel nauseous.

"There is such an operation?" Unfortunately, no matter what life I have, I have no girlfriend to expose.

"What did you say?" Guan Yi asked.

"Oh, I mean, what if the two guests are really in love?" Han Jue waved his hand.

"Get out of the car," Guan Yi looked serious, "and you'd better not have such thoughts."

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't," Han Jue nodded and said he knew, "By the way, do you know who the female guest is?"

"I won't tell you. I have to leave." Guan Yi put down the water cup, looked at his watch, stood up, and planned to leave.

Han Jue was helpless, but he could only stand up and see the guests off and deliver them to the door.

As soon as I looked at the time, today's [Film and TV Supplementary Class] took up a lot of time. It's not enough time to watch a movie, so I'd just do something else.

Han Jue carried out the box of his ex-girlfriend, Weng Nanxi, from the study.

The program was filmed three days later. I have to see what kind of personality Han Jue is in love, learn and maintain the continuity of Han Jue's current personality.

After all, he is still playing an outdated artist called [Han Jue].

In order to avoid trouble, no matter how cautious you are in front of the camera, you cannot be too cautious.

Han Jue took out the stack of photos from the box. Although he had seen it before, he started looking one by one again.

After watching for a long time, in addition to seeing that the photography technology of the predecessor was very average, through Han Jue's careful observation, it can also be seen that the predecessor was smiling happily in the photos, just like a fool, but the woman named Weng Nanxi didn't seem to be very happy.

This is a feeling of Han Jue, but no matter whether this feeling is correct or not, it doesn’t matter now.

Below the photo is a bunch of love letters, including postcards and letters with different letters.

I picked up a postcard and my handwriting was ugly, just like many uneducated artists. Han Jue could not expect too much from an illiterate person who had not touched his pen or read for many years.

The content was also very unnutritious. I read several so-called love letters in a row. Although I had no literary talent, Han Jue only felt that his predecessor was like a firefly who tried his best to emit light, trying to ignite a match. It made people sigh and made the bystanders feel sad.

Han Jue now probably speculated that perhaps the Xingtu was hopeless and his girlfriend wanted to break up with him again. Besides being an artist, he could not be a normal person. In addition, he had no friends and relatives, and was ridiculed by the whole world. Therefore,

[So, he finally made that choice, so, I appeared here.]

Han Jue sat cross-legged on the ground, with unfolding letter papers in front of him. Han Jue looked at the letter papers as if he saw the hot love of his predecessor, which was sprinkled onto the ground.

Han Jue sighed at them, as if he was sighing to his ex-boy.

At the bottom of the box are notebooks. They are of different sizes and uneven thicknesses. They have notebooks with fashionable and simple shapes, as well as notebooks with cartoon and fancy covers.

Han Jue picked up a notebook with a black cover, turned on the first page, and wrote a big number with a black marker - [26].

26 years old?

Looking back, I saw the record of the diary genre, with only the date written.

[I beat a reporter today, and I couldn't help it. The reporter was so obliged that he actually...]

Oh, the diary of the book is convenient to use it to understand the deeds of the predecessor. You can save some money yourself, and you don’t have to buy the memoirs of the predecessor’s [Vine Reading] with only a 5.2 rating.

Han Jue picked up the thinnest book, opened the cover of the cartoon, saw the first page, which read a [8]. Then he flipped through the other ones, and the numbers increased in turn, no more than 8.

I probably started writing diaries at the age of 8 and kept them until the age when he left, one book every year.

然而,韩觉拿起的这本8岁的日记本,十分破旧,大概是时间的侵蚀,使它破旧了吧.韩觉摸着里面的纸张,一点也不平整.泛黄的纸张上面颜色不均,字迹有些部分已经变淡了.

The first page I turned to was written in a tender way. Not only did the date be written on the top, but it also typed it, marked with the weather, which is a bit cute.

Han Jue smiled.

[July 16. Dad said that writing a diary can make me feel better. I...]

Han Jue's smile gradually disappeared on his face.

【July 17. I saw my mother, her face was so white, and she was not happy at all…】

【On July 18th, Grandma asked me why I didn’t die…】

...

[September 10. Everyone says I am a child without a mother...]

[September 11. I broke Zhang Jun’s nose, he yesterday…]

...

【September 20. They were all beaten by me, I have no friends anymore…】

【September 21. I don’t want friends anymore, I miss my mother anymore…】

...

Han Jue looked at it, his fingers that were pinching the paper until they turned white, and he didn't know when he would use force.

After relaxing his fingers, Han Jue's eyes turned red and rubbed the uneven paper surface, and then he understood why the paper fell out.

[How many times have you shed tears?] Han Jue felt the touch of paper on his fingers, and a boy appeared in his mind, sitting in front of the table crying while writing a diary. He even thought of a handsome boy who gritted his teeth and cried one night. Then the boy grew up, and his facial features became Han Jue's mature appearance now. The wrinkles on the paper on the diary became more and more, and there were only the flowing tears that had not changed, and there were always a lot.

That night, Han Jue did not read a book, but sat on the ground and looked at the diary of his predecessor, and saw it at 11:30 pm.

Finally, I had to go to bed before I packed the box and put it back to the study.

Before taking a shower, I applied anti-inflammatory drugs to Wen and took a quick shower.

Finally, with red and swollen eyes, the biological clock was not working for the first time when I was open, and I didn’t know when I fell asleep.

I dreamed of someone in my dream, but I don’t know if it was him.
Chapter completed!