100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

Song Shiyu never thought that Ji Fanyin would refuse.

No, it should be said that he thought about the possibility of being rejected, but he didn't expect Ji Fanyin to be so ruthless to him.

"Wait!" Song Shiyu also stood up subconsciously. He tried to pull Ji Fanyin's hand, but the latter quickly avoided it.

"Isn't it all finished?" Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows, her expression a little frivolous, completely different from just now.

It's completely different from Ji Fanyin before.

Song Shiyu said whether it was "Ji Fanyin who liked him in the past" or "the ruthless Ji Fanyin in front of him" that he didn't want to let go now, he only knew that he didn't want to let Ji Fanyin leave now.

But no matter how many words came to his throat, he couldn't say a word.

In the end, Song Shiyu murmured and only asked one sentence: "Then are we... friends?"

"Of course not." Ji Fanyin tapped on the table in surprise, "You and I were not friends in the past, are not friends now, and will never be friends in the future."

"Then I mean to you... just someone you liked before?"

"Leaves... customers are customers."

liquor?

Song Shiyu didn't pay too much attention to Ji Fanyin's sudden change of words. He racked his brains to think about the lines: "I know that I have done a lot of things to you before. But in the future—"

"You will change in the future? What does that have to do with me?" Ji Fanyin picked up the bag and threw it on his back, "Song Shiyu, I will tell you what I said before - the person who liked you is dead, and you will see you again. She's not here, understand?"

She smiled softly, as if mockingly.

"Don't say that you are in love with Ji Fanyin now, this is simply the most disgusting and laughable thing the perpetrator can say."

Song Shiyu suddenly took a half step back, and his calf hit the chair.

Although I knew that the sentence "Ji Fanyin who liked you is dead" is a rhetorical device, the shock when I heard it was far greater than what my reason could accept.

Ji Fanyin's tone when she said this was as if... Ji Fanyin, who was obedient in the past, died, and someone else reprimanded him in her place.

"You used to..." Song Shiyu was stuck in his throat, "No matter what I do or say, you will forgive me before."

"Oh, that's great." Ji Fanyin laughed, "There must be someone who can make you hurt infinitely and never give up, doesn't it make you feel good?"

Song Shiyu was speechless, he could only watch Ji Fanyin leave his living room with light steps.

Not a trace of nostalgia, not even resentment.

She was just... gone.

"—By the way, don't forget to make money no matter how sad you are."

Song Shiyu raised his head when he heard the words, only to see the door slammed shut not far from him.

...

When Ji Fanyin arrived downstairs in Song Shiyu, he found that it was already snowing outside.

It was cool to meet Song Shiyu just now, but maybe it's time to consider getting yourself a bodyguard next.

When she brought everything, Ji Fanyin, who didn't bring an umbrella, put the hat of her coat on her head and stared at the sky for a while: "What a Christmas."

If it was the former Ji Fanyin, maybe she would accept Song Shiyu's "compromise".

After all, the child has been accustomed to giving up all the initiative to others and asking for anything.

Ji Fanyin shook his head, called a car with his mobile phone, and walked slowly into the snow.

While waiting for the called car to arrive on the side of the road, Ji Fanyin lowered her head and played a small game on her phone for a while.

It's just that the snowflakes keep drifting across the screen, and every now and then it has to be erased, which is kind of annoying.

Ji Fanyin wiped it twice and didn't want to continue anymore. She switched out and glanced at Di ○ to take a taxi. Seeing that the other party was still three minutes away, she looked at [The Temptation to Go Home] again.

In addition to the small amount of emotional fluctuations from the Internet, the APP is frantically recording the emotional value of Song Shiyu one after another.

All together add up to several million.

Regarding the emotional value, although Po APP did not give any explanation, Ji Fanyin estimated how to quantify the value.

To put it simply and rudely, it is how much money this person is willing to pay subconsciously for this momentary emotional fluctuation.

For example, when Ji Fanyin sends movie reviews online, most of the people who like to watch movies are attracted, and their emotional fluctuations are directed around the price of a movie ticket, which will not deviate too far.

It feels a bit like how much an otaku and otaku are willing to spend for their "wife" in the game.

"Swimsuit S○BER I will win even 100,000 krypton!", this is the emotional fluctuation converted into 100,000.

The prices in the minds of the customers carefully selected by Ji Fanyin are slightly different from those of the public, so their emotional fluctuations are also very strong.

Although Ji Fanyin felt that most of the plots in this world seemed to be a little bit bloody, she had noticed it before, and it was verified again today.

——"I know that I can't be with her once, so I'm willing to have a relationship with you sincerely", it's not something that a normal person in a normal world can say.

...So Song Shiyu's pot of leeks should be thrown away now or later?

Ji Fanyin was a little uncertain.

It seems that Song Shiyu, who is now a little empathetic and a precursor to parting love, seems to still be

It looks like a lot of money and emotions can be harvested.

And he is so scumbag, he deserves a taste of being scum.

Ji Fanyin put the phone back in his pocket, with both hands tucked inside and unable to get out.

The place where she stood was the gate of the community, and there were many people coming and going nearby. There were also two cute young girls with reindeer horns on their heads, sharing an umbrella and walking past, discussing going to Where to have dinner.

At least most of the passers-by in this world seem to be quite normal. Ji Fanyin thought.

The car hasn't arrived yet.

Too many cars at Christmas and stuck on the road?

Ji Fanyin stepped on the thin snow under her feet a little bored, and suddenly a little hazy white appeared in the field of vision in front of her eyes - snowflakes blown by the wind fell on her eyelashes.

Ji Fanyin tried to pout and blow upwards with both hands warm in his pockets, not wanting to take them out.

Snowflake was unmoved.

Ji Fanyin was thinking about jumping on the spot twice to see if she could shake the naughty snowflakes down, when a black umbrella propped up on top of her head, blocking the fluttering snowflakes from the canopy.

"...Ji Fanyin?" The other party called out her name accurately.

Ji Fanyin turned her head to look, and found that the other party was very tall, she looked up again, and saw a man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a mask.

This dress, Ji Fanyin, is too familiar. She paused and recognized the other person from the pair of eyes behind her glasses: "He Shen. --- Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end."

The studios run by Ji Fanyin and Zhang Ning are already on the right track, but He Shen, who is obviously one of the founders, actually entrusts Zhang Ning to handle affairs.

Ask him what he thinks, Zhang Ning said he has no opinion, like an investment machine without emotion.

"...Didn't you say it? I'm too deep into the play, I can't slow down."

He Shen's voice was so low that only Ji Fanyin who was standing beside him could hear it.

Having experienced the same life, Ji Fanyin understands very well - once someone finds out his identity on such a street, the follow-up will be very troublesome.

"You are a professional actor, so you don't need to delay for so many months when you are too deep in the play." Ji Fanyin teased, "I visit Weibo a lot."

I have interacted with her a lot of times, which is a true portrayal of contemporary netizens who are only friends with no respect.

Probably because both of them are actors who rely on their strength to speak, and their views on film and television mostly hit it off. Although it was the first time to speak face-to-face with He Shen, Ji Fanyin felt that it was as comfortable as communicating with old friends who had known each other for many years.

"I prefer the Internet to socializing..." He Shen's voice was buried behind the mask, sounding a little vague, "Are you waiting for someone here?"

"Wait for the bus." Ji Fanyin explained it concisely, then looked at the convenience store bag in He Shen's hand, and understood, "You also live near here?"

This is a wealthy area, and it is not surprising that He Shen has a room.

but……

Ji Fanyin took a closer look at the bag of the convenience store, which seemed to be filled with canned beverages, and couldn't help but laugh a little: "Dangtang Film Emperor, you spend Christmas alone?"

He Shen stretched out his hand and tugged at his mask uncomfortably: "...Well. I'll accompany you until you get in the car."

After these few words, the blocked online car-hailing car finally reached the roadside. Ji Fanyin squinted against the light to confirm the license plate number, and he signaled to He Shen: "This is the car I ordered, bye."

He Shen hummed again, silently holding an umbrella and taking her all the way to the car.

Ji Fanyin closed the car door and looked up, inadvertently caught a glimpse of He Shen's gray windbreaker falling on the shoulders of a large snowflake, which was especially obvious under the reflection of the street lamps.

His umbrella wasn't big enough, and there was a little polite social distance between the two just now. It was too reluctant to cover them.

Ji Fanyin thought for a while, and said "wait a minute" to the driver, then lowered the window and called to He Shen.

Because it was not easy to call He Shen's name directly on the street, Ji Fanyin called out "Mr. He" briefly.

He Shen, who was holding an umbrella, turned his head.

Ji Fanyin took out an apple from her pocket that she had just met in Song Shiyu's home, and stuffed it into He Shen from the car window: "Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas."

He Shen took the apple, looking a little unaware of how Ji Fanyin conjured an apple out of thin air.

Ji Fanyin waved at him with a smile, raised the car window again, took out her mobile phone and started searching for "He Shenshe Fear".

Except for sporadic joking remarks, Ji Fanyin didn't see anyone who thought the same as her.

On the contrary, many people say that He Shen is always unsmiling outside of movies, and he doesn't like interacting with people or being joked even if he is running for publicity.

Ji Fanyin searched for "Heshen Gaoling Flower" instead, and the results suddenly increased a lot.

She stared at the words "Flower of the High Ridge" and looked at it again and again, holding her chin, and recalled the stunned expression on He Shen's arms when a big red apple was suddenly stuffed into her arms.

Well... No matter how you look at it, He Shen looks like a social fear who refuses to socialize with a cold face.

With a pleasant ding sound, two notifications popped up from the top of Ji Fanyin's phone.

The first is the arrival of the bank card, which shows that the transferor is Song Shiyu.

Well, the money to buy paintings. Hope he can get the corresponding reward when he gives this painting to Ji Xinxin, Amen.

The second is Ji Xinxin's news. She said that she would like to meet Ji Fanyin tomorrow, anytime.

[It's at the handicraft shop that my sister likes. If you don't come, I'll keep waiting. 】