Interstellar Love Hunting Guide

At the anniversary, the audience was boiling as soon as Jopp's confession was made, and soon everyone's attention turned to Russell.

"Oh! Look, that's his dream lover."

"His name is Russell, isn't it? I haven't heard of it before. He looks so petite."

"Wow, I know him, he's a free hunter, a Gaia star, and Mr. Jopp is his assistant. They both helped me pass the pet. Tsk tsk, why didn't I find him so cute before."

"He's not married yet? Why didn't he participate in the show? Really he looks cuter than Mr. Yopp."

"Isn't it? He will participate, too? Maybe this is a small trick of the show team, in order to gain attention and then launch something, you know, it is not easy to push a new person now."

"Ah, if he participates in the show, I will sign up to be his fan. I like the Gaia star the most."

"Hey! Have you seen a Gaia star before? Do you like it most?"

"Have you seen the video materials, don't you understand what the two-dimensional fantasy is the cutest?"

"..."

The heated discussions of the audience were recorded by the collector under the seat and passed to the analysis processor of the program group control center. Less than half an hour after the celebration, an accurate data analysis was passed to the chief director’s In the memo.

"From the perspective of ratings and click-through rates, our program today was very successful." At the on-site summary meeting, the producer said happily, "Especially the section where Mr. Yopp confessed. The data showed that within the five minutes The ratings show a linear upward pattern, which shows that his performance is very good and very popular."

The director said: "I think the increase in data is not entirely due to his performance. In fact, Mr. Russell himself is more eye-catching. The Gaiaians are inherently rare, and his length is also in line with the aesthetics of our delta galaxy. Ah, his stress response is pretty cute, dull and wretched. How about letting the outreach team mobilize him to participate in the next program?"

The producer hesitated a bit, and looked at the cold-blooded management representative next to him, "What do you think?"

This watch is said to be a close friend of the chairman of the board. He rarely appears on the scene, that is, he only comes here on a big scene like the anniversary. No one thinks he understands the operation of the show, but such a big God of Wealth dare not offend anyone. , Have to hold.

The management representative had a reserved expression and said, "Except for the producer and the chief director, please avoid everyone else."

Everyone looked at each other and exited. The management representative cleared his throat and said: "The chairman, Mr. Quinby, sent a message half an hour ago. He also hopes that you can invite Mr. Russell to participate in our program, or convince him to become ours. Signed an artist."

Unexpectedly, this incident attracted the attention of the chairman. The director and producer looked at each other and nodded: "Yes, please rest assured, Mr. Quinby."

"But please don't mention to Mr. Russell that this is what Mr. Quinby meant." The management representative stood up and planned to leave, saying, "I think it's best for you to start operations now. As far as I know, Russell has already left the scene, and it will be later. I'm afraid I will find him in space in one step."

At this moment, Russell is indeed planning to leave the place of right and wrong in Sarena.

After hearing Jopp’s confession, he was not completely indifferent. After all, Jopp was very temperamental and handsome with him, but they didn’t know the time for a long time. Besides, they will have to work for a long time in the future. How embarrassed to call him.

After fighting for half an hour between "Looking for the moon near the water tower" and "Rabbit does not eat the grass at the edge of the nest", Russell still decided to reject the unicorn's show of love. Keep whispering: "Wait, wait, wait."

He just wanted to understand that just as the finale of the show crew started to perform on stage, the eyes around him that had raped him 10,000 times, 10,000 times, finally returned to the stage, so Russell quickly took a chance and escaped from the gym. Run to his little spaceship.

However, the spacecraft was forcibly imprisoned by the administrator before it was activated. Then Russell was invited into the senior suite of the Royal Sagena Hotel. A contract that anyone would drool after reading it was delivered to him.

The contract stipulates that if he is willing to participate in the show, he will receive 1,000 gold coins for labor and reimbursement for horse and horse expenses. If he is willing to become a contracted artist, it will be even better. A basic salary of 10,000 a year will be paid. Program remuneration is calculated separately. Advertising endorsements are divided between 50% and 50% by the company. The only requirement is to be available on call. You cannot refuse any arrangements made by the company, unless it is illegal or infringes on human rights.

Russell held the contract with a lot of emotions. I remember that the grandfather moved his grave when he graduated from elementary school. The Feng Shui master said that there was a lack of literati in the fate of the old Luo family. It was best to bury the book in the ancestral tomb. I looked for a book to bring, and Russell picked up a copy later, and only when he brought it to the cemetery he discovered that it was "The Self-cultivation of an Actor".

So, in everything, there seems to be providence in the dark. Today, Russell has to lament that superstition is really indispensable.

But Russell never thought that he would enter the entertainment industry. From the bottom of his bones, he is actually an otaku. He likes to wander around the universe without any concern, otherwise he would not be a free hunter, but this contract is really too much. It's tempting, let him push away the fat that was brought to his lips, which violates his principle of life.

Seeing his entanglement, the outside associate said that he would give him three days to consider, during which he could eat and stay in the hotel, and all expenses were covered by the company. The hospitality was difficult, so Russell had to stay in the hotel.

It was late at night, and Russell took a bath and planned to sleep. The gravity of the planet Sagena is similar to that of the earth, and the temperature and humidity are similar. Only the oxygen content in the air is slightly higher, but it is still within the acceptable range of the earth, which is very comfortable.

As soon as I was going to sleep in a daze, the door of the room was knocked suddenly, and a smart machine attendant said: "Dear guest, this hotel is under martial law from now on. Please do not enter and leave at will. Wait for notification in the room."

"Huh? Martial law?" Russell became nervous. "Is there a terrorist attack?"

"Sorry for no comment, but in order to make up for the mental loss of the guests, the martial law will end later, and we will give you a beautiful gift."

It was late around, and Russell didn't plan to go out sleepwalking. After the waiter left, he climbed into bed and went to bed. Kankan was about to fall asleep when the door was knocked again.

Annoying dad! The martial law is over, you don’t have to notify me now. Although it’s good to give gifts, can’t you wait until tomorrow morning?

Russell got up in a daze, dishevelled and wore underwear to open the door. The moment the door opened, he almost jumped up: "Sott?! Why are you here?"

Sauter only went upstairs after the plainclothes was cleared, because he was afraid that Russell could not stand it without wearing a biological coat at night. He also dedicated a few minutes of psychological construction at the door. However, the moment he opened the door, he was still deeply shocked. .

Do you want Nima to be so discordant! Don't talk about biological coats, he didn't even wear ordinary clothes at all! ! For the **** horse, this is for the **** horse in the end!

That messy long hair, that haunting black eyes, that water-colored lips, that white and miserable skin, that pink nipples, that small waist that doesn’t fit in a grip, that painful white tight panties...

Sauter crashed instantly, his mind was blank, his legs were soft, his chest was suffocated, and he was about to have a stroke. It took Sparta ten seconds to barely control his expression and said, "I have something to look for you."

"Oh, please come in please." Russell didn't think he was offensive at all. He stuck his head out in the corridor and said, "They said it was under martial law. Didn't you meet any terrorists?"

Sauter entered the room dreamily and happily, and said, "No." So what about terrorists, is he talking about me?

"Please sit down first. I'll change my clothes." Russell finally realized that he was almost naked and hurried to the bedroom to change clothes. When he turned around, Sauter breathed a sigh of relief. The next second he felt hot liquid coming from his nostrils again. The inside flowed down.

It's too hot, too hot... Soter covered his nose and went into the bathroom and packed it out. Russell was already neatly dressed and brought him a bottle of iced drink.

Sauter held the drink and put it on his nose without any image. He was very thankful that Caton was not there, otherwise this guy would have to laugh at him for half a month.

"I haven't received your report, how is my case?" Soter asked.

"Sorry, there is no progress." Russell said guiltily, "but we have been working hard, and we really haven't been idle for a day."

"you?"

"Me and Jopp, by the way, I haven't told you yet. He works for me. The energy station has been confiscated by the government. Hey, the government is also true. If you don't let a small site go, you will die if you charge less tax. NS."

Yes, if everyone thinks so, then I'll be dead. Soter murmured silently, changed his nose and continued to freeze his nose, and said sourly: "As far as I know you are not busy in love, I doubt you still have Put energy into work."