After getting off the stage, Zhang Yi smiled and punched Fang Jing in the chest.
"Hey, no matter how excited you are, you don't need to do this to me, right?"
Zhang Yi whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Did you know that I won the prize?"
"How is that possible!"
Of course Fang Jing couldn't admit it, otherwise it would be obvious that he cheated on the bet between the two of them?
"I really don't know?"
"have no idea."
Seemingly smiling but not smiling, Zhang Yi said: "Okay, I'll just pretend you don't know."
Although Fang Jing did not admit it, his intuition told him that Fang Jing knew!
It wasn't until one day a few years later that he suddenly realized that Yang Lixin was among the judges of every session.
"I'm going to treat you later, so don't leave anyone, especially you, Fang Jing. I owe you a play now, and you have to do it today!"
Helpless, Fang Jing could only nod. He wanted to say that he would have to film a movie tomorrow and had to rush back overnight, but when he met Zhang Yi's eyes, he still couldn't bear to refuse.
After so many years in the industry, he finally got the Vision Emperor. How many times can he win the Vision Emperor in his life? Maybe this is his last time.
You can’t escape this drink!
Looking at Wu Xiubo and the others, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Teacher Wu, do you want to come together?"
"Forget it, let's do it next time. This time it's your crew's celebration, and I won't participate."
Wu Xiubo was very depressed. Wasn't this just rubbing salt into his wounds? He almost killed Shidi, if Fang Jing and Zhang Yi hadn't blocked him in front.
Before leaving, Fang Jing looked at Zhai Tianlin, "Teacher Zhai, would you like to have a few drinks on such a festive day?"
"Don't drink, quit!"
"Hahaha, really, that's such a pity."
Listening to the mocking laughter, Zhai Tianlin wanted to punch Fang Jing in the face. What's there to be proud of? It's not you who wins the prize?
Fang Jing came out of the award show. At the door, Wu Jiajia was waiting for him in the car. He pursed his lips and said regretfully: "Boss, it's a pity. I almost became the emperor. I think this award should be given to you."
As soon as he took off his coat and was still in the RV, Fang Jing said angrily, "Yes, yes, yes, give it to me. Give me the Magnolia and the Golden Eagle Award."
"Haha, that's okay. By the way, Mr. Long just called you."
Passing the phone to Fang Jing, Wu Jiajia picked up the suit jacket from the seat, found a hanger and hung it in the closet, muttering, "There are tens of thousands of suits, and you just throw them away like this?"
"No matter how expensive the suit is, it's only for people to wear." Fang Jing rolled his eyes and kept calling Long Danni, and a few minutes later called director Dajiang Dahe.
Before he opened his mouth, a hearty laugh came from the other side: "I know, that boy Zhang Yi won't let you go because of the Emperor. Okay, I'll give you a day off tomorrow. Come back the day after tomorrow."
The Feitian Awards were broadcast live, and everyone in the company was paying attention. When Zhang Yigang won the award, these people all knew about it.
"Thank you very much!"
"Jiajia, please change your itinerary. We won't go back today. We will go to Hangzhou in the evening instead."
"oh!"
Without asking why, Wu Jiajia picked up her phone and modified her itinerary. She usually didn't ask anything about Fang Jing's affairs.
Ten minutes later, when they arrived at the hotel, Fang Jing said to Wu Jiajia, "Would you go up to eat with me, or stay here? I'll bring it to you later."
"Hehe, you can take it to me. There are a bunch of grown men upstairs, and I'm not familiar with them either."
"Okay, by the way, the boss brought food to his assistant. Is this a first for me?" Fang Jing couldn't remember how many times he had brought food to Wu Jiajia.
Who said they were too familiar? For several years, Fang Hui and Yang Ning didn't spend as much time together as he and Wu Jiajia did.
Narrowing his eyes and smiling, Wu Jiajia said: "You are handsome and kind-hearted, right?"
"That's the truth! I'll go up first and you can sleep in the car for a while. We have to rush to Hangzhou in the evening."
"Uh-huh!"
…
In the middle of the night, on the highway, Fang Jing looked at the lights on the upper bunk, put his feet on the bed, and said silently: "You don't have to work tomorrow, so you won't sleep, right?"
Turning over, Wu Jiajia, with disheveled hair, bent her head while holding her mobile phone and said: "I am not just playing around. I am replying to your fans on Weibo. I also have a support group to entertain."
"Okay, let's call it a day. Don't do this. Have a good rest. You have plenty to do."
"I just have nothing to do. You have very few endorsements now. I go to the set for a few months and I have to be idle for a few months at home. What should I do if I get fired for a white salary every day?"
Fang Jing's endorsements are getting less and less year by year. It's not that no one is looking for him, but that he rarely accepts endorsements now. Once the contract expires, he doesn't renew it. In the past, he only accepted more endorsements because he was short of money, but now there is no need at all.
If the endorsement turns over, the fun will be great. If you are slightly negligent, the car will be destroyed and people will be killed.
When you are not popular, no one cares about you. When you are popular, a lot of eyes are staring at you, and even the slightest mistake will be magnified infinitely.
As Fang Jing works less and less, Wu Jiajia's presence becomes weaker and weaker. In the past six months, she feels that she has no sense of existence.
Yawning, Fang Jing covered his head with the quilt and said vaguely: "If you don't sleep, I will fire you."
"Oh, I'm going to sleep!" After staring at Fang Jing for a few seconds, Wu Jiajia turned over and dimmed the light to the lowest level.
"frame!"
There were two more feet under her butt. Wu Jiajia had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay."
The sky was slightly bright, and the sanitation workers on the street had already begun their busy day. High school students were carrying their schoolbags to school, and Fang Jing arrived in Hangzhou.
Arriving at the place where the Produce 101 girl group lives, Fang Jing was stopped by the staff before he even knocked on the door.
"Teacher Fang, the girls haven't gotten up yet, it's inconvenient."
"Am I that kind of person? I just went in to take a look and drink some water."
"Ahem! You'd better not make things difficult for me. Why don't you wait a few minutes and I'll go up and wake them up."
"Are you sure you don't want my help?"
"Haha, no need!"
After a while, there was a loud noise, and eleven girls stood in front of Fang Jing wearing pajamas and slippers, with sleepy eyes squinted and their hair disheveled.
Yang Chaoyue covered her face and lowered her head, not wanting to see anyone.
Raising his hand to look at his watch, Fang Jing said, "I'll give you ten minutes to freshen up and come back."
"brush!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eleven people ran away in the blink of an eye.
It's embarrassing in front of idols, I didn't wash my face and mouth, and I still don't make up.
After calling Long Danni, Fang Jing asked her to videotape the director and prepare the music team. This time he came over to help guide these girls in recording songs.
Rocket Girls' first round of tour was about to begin, and Long Danni asked him to write songs. Not only did he ask him to write, but he also asked him to come over and guide the recording.
Listening to the busy sound of washing, Fang Jing said impatiently: "Just change your clothes. You have to change your clothes again when you get there, as well as your makeup. There will be a dedicated makeup artist waiting for you. Yang Chaoyue, hurry up!
"
He knew how slow it was for girls to wash up, especially adults. When a boy washes his face, he really washes his face. It takes five minutes. When it's a girl's turn, it's a routine. If they don't rush them, they probably won't be able to get out in an hour.
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A few minutes later, in the car, eleven girls, all wearing hats and masks, were far away from Fang Jing, and they were so quiet that they could be photographed.
Fang Jing touched his face and asked doubtfully: "Do I have an infectious disease or something?"
"Giggle..." Wu Jiajia covered her mouth and snickered.
"Teacher Fang, what are you doing here?" Yang Chaoyue spoke after being prompted by more than a dozen looks for a long time.
Others were too scared to speak, so they had no choice but to let this crazy person come.
"I'm recording a song for you, and I'll leave at noon, so you'd better make it through a few times, otherwise I won't wait until the time comes."