The news of Shen Ran's injury was not deliberately concealed, and soon the paparazzi smelled something and came. Even with the deliberate indulgence of Shen Ran and Xiaopang, the entire Internet was full of news of his injury, as well as "evidence pictures" that were obtained from nowhere.
"Brother Shen, this seems to be an old Reuters photo of you, right? You can even take this out?" Xiaopang was flipping through Weibo, pointing at a severely blurred photo on it. He could barely recognize the outline of Shen Ran. "I don't know where they found so many of them. These have nothing to do with your injury this time."
"That's the effect they want. Otherwise, how can they say I'm playing the victim?" Shen Ran leaned on the sofa, with his crutches neatly placed beside him. He said, "Don't worry about that."
"Brother Shen, many media outlets are asking about you and Brother Bai. How about we hold a press conference to respond?" Fatty suggested, while carefully observing Shen Ran's expression. "We can't keep going like this. Some people have already called to inquire about the scripts we selected before..."
"Don't respond yet. Find out if there are any new dramas you can take on and avoid the media's attention." Shen Ran's palm was injured, but he didn't feel anything at the time. It was only when the wound began to heal that it hurt. He glanced at his tightly wrapped palm and sighed, "I remember that Bai Ze had a new drama before, which he invested in himself."
"Yes, but..." Xiaopang hesitated, Shen Ran laughed, "He also wants to act, right?"
"Brother Shen, what are you and Brother Bai going to do now? Now that it has come to this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Brother Bai to agree to let you join the group. And after you join the group, how are you going to deal with public opinion?" The most important sentence, which Xiaopang had kept in his heart for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother Shen, between you and Qin Yueli..."
As soon as the three words "Qin Yueli" came out, a trace of disgust flashed across Shen Ran's eyes, and then he lowered his eyes and said, "I have nothing to do with him."
"But Brother Shen, you and Brother Bai have been together for three years. It's not easy to get to this point. If there really is a misunderstanding, you'd better explain it clearly. Otherwise, you will suffer, and he will suffer too." Although Xiaopang is Shen Ran's agent, he only knows that Shen Ran has a persona packaged by the company, but Shen Ran hides it too well, and even he doesn't know what Shen Ran's real background is.
"Let's talk about it later. Send me the script of the drama invested by Bai Ze." Shen Ran turned his head away. It was not that he did not want to explain many things clearly, but once he explained, he would have to tear out all the wounds he had been hiding and show them to the other party. Those hidden dirt, past events that he did not want to mention... He was not sure whether the other party could accept it.
"Xiao Pang." Shen Ran suddenly called out, and asked, "I want to act in a play."
"Ah? What drama? Brother Shen, what did you like?" Xiao Pang was a little confused by Shen Ran's jumping thoughts. "Brother Shen, tell me, I'll go and take a look."
"I'm attracted to a character in the film." Shen Ran leaned against the sofa, his legs injured so he could only stretch them out. He said, "This character's parents divorced in his childhood, his father was a murderer, and he grew up discriminated against by everyone. He was laughed at, insulted, bitten by dogs, falsely accused of stealing money, and beaten until he vomited blood. Later, he resisted, but because many children and adults gave false testimony together, he was sent to the police station and became a juvenile delinquent."
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Riding The Wind And Waves In Shura Field [Quick Wear]
Fanfiction【 BL , MTL , * No Editing 】 The luckiest thing for Shen Ran was that he encountered System 999 after his death, and learned that if the darkening value of the strategy target was reached, he could return to the original world and continue to live...