Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The subordinates stared at the incredible scene in front of them dumbfounded, and finally reacted after several seconds.

They rushed forward in a hurry and pulled the young man who was still waving his fists off his boss.

Zuo Yan coughed twice and finally straightened up.

He looked very embarrassed, his original stiff suit was crumpled, his neckline was torn, two buttons were missing, and two blood marks were printed on his neck.

Zuo Yan raised his hand to wipe the corners of his slightly swollen mouth, and took a hissing breath.

The young man was struggling with everyone's pulling, and seemed to want to rush to continue the atrocities just now.

His strength was so amazing that three or four people couldn't stop him. Almost everyone took a few punches and kicks firmly, grinning and grinning in his heart.

Zuo Yan straightened his scattered collars, his face with cold lines and aggressiveness was gloomy, as if the precious and ruthless oozing out of his bones made one subconsciously feel terrified.

But the eyes that had begun to turn slightly blue had destroyed his innate majesty.

Zuo Yan walked to the young man who was firmly held down by three or four people.

He squinted his eyes, his voice low: "What's your name?"

The young man who had just calmed down suddenly became manic again. He raised his foot and kicked. If Zuo Yan didn't hide in time, I'm afraid he would have to take another sturdy kick.

"—My name? My name?"

His eyes burned like fire:

"You ask me again and again, and you will forget everything next time. Do you know each other better? Know your size!"

The subordinate's eyes became subtle.

——Oh, it turned out that the boss's peach blossom debt came to the door.

Zuo Yan: "..."

If I say this is the first time I have seen this person, would you believe it?

Ge Xiu took two heavy breaths. Jiujin, who had been suppressed by his anger, surged up again. After strenuous exercise, it was transported to the whole body with the fierce surge of blood.

He blinked slowly, the expression on his face became dazed, and his whole body slipped downwards a little bit unstable.

Zuo Yan rubbed his temples with a headache, and told his subordinates: "Just open a room and put him in."

Ge Xiu yawned.

He blinked a little sleepily, as if he wanted to stand up on his own strength, but his head couldn't help but little by little, his long eyelashes hanging slightly, casting a dark blue shadow on his face.

The anger and aggressiveness just now were replaced, and he looked a little obedient.

The heat of transpiration flushed his cheeks, spreading along the white neck to the depths of the collar, and even his two jade-white ears were pale pink.

Zuo Yan's fingertips moved slightly.

The subordinate drove Ge Xiu around to leave, but before he took a few steps, he was stopped by the calm voice of the man: "Wait."

Zuo Yan changed his mind and walked over: "I'll see him off."

The subordinates exchanged a comprehensible expression--

Oh!

Zuo Yan: "..."

He glanced at these bold subordinates coldly, and after the other party lowered his head in silence, he picked up the drunken youth from their hands and walked forward half-armed and half-supported.

Before taking a few steps, the subordinate's cautious voice came from behind:

"That... sir, do you need to make an appointment with a psychiatrist? If you are suicidal, in fact..."

Zuo Yan's back stiffened, and his voice was as cold as ever, but it was inexplicably gnashing his teeth:

"unnecessary."

·

Although the young man is tall and long in legs, his weight is very light. Zuo Yan has been preventing him from violent again, but he was quiet as if he was asleep along the way. If it weren't for the two legs, he was still a little stumbling as he moved forward. Moving, he almost thought that the other party had passed out directly.

This place itself is his own property, so it is natural to find a room at random.

But when Zuo Yan stopped, he realized with hindsight that he actually took the other person to the door of his exclusive suite.

Now it is too late to ask someone to send a new room card.

Zuo Yan hesitated for a second before giving up the idea, but walked into the room directly with someone.

The youth was thrown onto the bed.

His body bounced slightly on the soft mattress, and his long hands and feet spread out naturally, making him look shoulder-width and waist-thin, and his figure is superior.

Zuo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't know what he was fascinated by, so it was incredible that he sent him into his own suite in person.

But... I don't know why, this one seems familiar?

Zuo Yan stood by the window with a deep expression on his face, looking down at the strange young man lying on the bed.

He wore a tight-fitting thin shirt with a large neckline. You could see the clear lines of the lower half of the chest and the collarbone. The waistline was outlined. The trousers were low and hung loosely on the protruding hip bones, revealing half of the thin white at any movement. Waist.

It looks pure and lustful, and there is a kind of show off deliberately.

The young man’s eyes were quietly closed, his red lips were slightly open, and the faint fruity scent of wine spread out in the enclosed space with his breath. His cheeks were still red. It looks hot and delicate under the light, and the cheeks are covered with a shallow layer of fluff, showing a brilliant light gold under the light.

His facial features are indeed familiar.

Zuo Yan was startled slightly, the news he had glimpsed on the entertainment news section a few days ago flashed through his mind.

It seems to be a little star named Lunan.

He was full of black history, and seemed to owe a lot of debts.

The reason why he walked alone in the corridor tonight and was full of strong alcohol seems to have no need to argue.

Zuo Yan frowned calmly.

A strange feeling of irritability raged in his heart, making him uncontrollable to produce a ruinous and tyrannical desire, as if only in this way could the anger trapped in his body be vented.

At this moment, the young man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

His eyelids were half-opened, and his long, dense eyelashes were covered in dark and translucent eyes, and the eyes were filled with shallow water, as if broken starlight was crushed on the bottom of the eyes, and a ray of floating was poured out with the blinking. Light.

Zuo Yan's heart moved.

The irritability just now disappeared miraculously.

He bent down and asked in a gentle voice that he didn't even realize: "What do you want?"

Ge Xiu blinked slowly. The next second, he turned over and stood up, lying on the side of the window, and began to vomit violently:

"vomit--"

Zuo Yan: "..."

He stared at his soiled pants and shoes with a complex expression.

——So what on earth was he getting lost in his mind.

·

When Ge Xiu woke up, he only felt a splitting headache.

The dazzling sunlight streaming in from the half-covered curtains made his eyes hurt, and his temples jumped suddenly, as if several sledgehammers were hitting his nerves fiercely with the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Ge Xiu groaned uncomfortably and rolled out of the bed slowly.

In front of him was an extremely luxurious suite, which was clean and tidy, and no one was there except him.

Ge Xiu raised his hand to support his forehead, trying to remember what he did last night.

He remembered... he drank a glass of wine according to the task prompt, broke the finger of the idiot, and went to the corridor...

Then...and...what did he do?

Ge Xiu vaguely remembered... he seemed to... who had hit?

But the specific content seems to be stuck somewhere in my mind, no matter how I think about it, I can't remember it.

He cursed and fell back on the bed again.

Ge Xiu knew that he was a little bit violent when he was unconscious, but it was estimated that he hadn't lost control of his body last night. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to beat one or two people, but he didn't remember anything... Is it because you have different reactions to different wines?

He raised his hand and pressed his aching forehead.

As soon as he raised his hand, the phone in his pocket fell out, and the screen on it lit up.

Ge Xiu remembered that he answered the phone last night.

He picked up the phone and flipped through the information left on it. Basically all came from a man named Zhao Chengzhe. According to the original owner's memory, it should be his agent...

Ge Xiu spent two seconds combing through the new vocabulary that came out of his mind.

From celebrities, artists, agents, brokerage companies, to hot search, Weibo... basically all areas he has never contacted.

According to the electronic products he is currently exposed to, the level of technology in this world is probably not too high.

After briefly defining the current world, Ge Xiu continued to read the dense information in front of him. His eyes automatically filtered the insults and threats of the foul language, and then fixed the focus on the top schedule reminder. .

...Boot into the group?

At this moment, a familiar electronic sound rang in his ear again:

"Criminal 7098, please accept the second task in this world: to complete the first scene."

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows calmly—the second task?

He glanced at the time above, and it was half an hour before the audition began. However, according to the memory of the original owner, the address above was a full twenty minutes away from here.

Ge Xiu stood up and walked out quickly.

The door was closed, and the luxurious suite became empty again.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, looking wrinkled, his hair was a bit messy, and his face and neck still had wounds and bruises from yesterday's fight.

In the bushes outside the gate, the lens of the flash light concealed, flashing past like sunlight reflected by a mirror.

Ge Xiu hurriedly walked out of the gate, raised his hand to stop the car in the way he remembered, and bent over to get in.

·

Under the temptation of double the price, the driver rushed to the set in less than twenty minutes.

There was a lot of people on the set, and under the studio, countless group performers in various costumes and staff pushing large pieces of photographic equipment ran around.

Ge Xiu walked into the set quickly.

The structure inside is complex and rugged. After searching for a long time in the push and squeeze, he finally found the location of the original episode in the corner of the studio.

It looks shabby and rudimentary, and it covers an area of ​​less than half of the other crews.

As soon as Ge Xiu walked over, he was caught by someone who seemed to be a staff member:

"Why did you come? Hurry up and change your clothes!"

This is a low-quality web drama with a low production cost. The plot is clichéd and bloody, while Lu Nan's role in it is the male third, a gentle and jade-like spare tire role, which is simply a cliché in the cliché.

After changing the low-quality costumes, the makeup artist roughly smeared his face, and Ge Xiu was pushed to the front of the stage.

Under the bright lights and the camera, Ge Xiu's face was stiff.

...How does he know what acting is!

After dryly speaking the first line, the director yelled "Ka!"

He stared at Ge Xiu in disbelief, and asked, "When you say a line, say the line. What do you see when you look at the camera?"

Ge Xiu: "...It's always moving."

"..." The director took a deep breath: "It's a camera! Of course it will move! Don't you understand that actors can't look at the camera while acting?"

Ge Xiu nodded sincerely: "Understood."

"Start!"

Less than a minute later, the second "card!" rang again without any suspense.

The director collapsed a little: "I didn't make you look at the camera without turning your back to the camera! You are an actor! At least your **** face is exposed!"

The author has something to say: Ge Xiu, a male protagonist who doesn’t know how to act.