My Life Behind Curtains Chapter 8

The little girl took it for inspection and was extremely satisfied: "This one is pretty good, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Brother, you are not in good spirits. You have been standing there for a long time. It's hard on you."

"It's okay." The main reason was that the sacrifice of filming the birdman was too great, and Jaxon You was very tired.

"We've been waiting here all night. The ad was supposed to go out at nine o'clock sharp, but it was delayed until nine o'clock. It's really annoying."

"Yeah, disgusting." Jaxon You looked everywhere, trying to go against the wave of people.

The little girl had starry eyes: "But it's worth it to be able to check in with your idol on the big screen for the first time!"

"Yeah, well worth it."

She was emotional: "So little brother, do you also like Mason Ye?"

Jaxon You blurted out: "I don't like Mason Ye."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that all Mason Ye's fans around him were glaring at him.

What a bad thing, he spoke without thinking, and suddenly became the target of public criticism. As expected, Jaxon You was criticized by the crowd: "------What do you look like? Who are you? Do you deserve to like Mason Ye?"

Jaxon You immediately gave in: "I'm not worthy."

"------Who are you? What is your purpose here? Are you a black fan?"

Jaxon You begged for mercy in a low voice: "I'm just a passerby, please let me go."

Someone immediately exposed it: "------ That's nonsense, I've seen him stay here for several hours!"

"That's right! You came earlier than me! Who's passerby specially stayed at the support screen all night?"

"And why are you wearing sunglasses and a mask at night? You don't look like a good person!"

Jaxon You was completely speechless. He only heard the sound of the crusade becoming more intense. Suddenly a voice pierced the sky: "Black fan! He is definitely a black fan lurking from the enemy! Don't let him go!"

The crowd seemed to explode. Jaxon You was instantly overwhelmed by the crowd. Her sunglasses fell to the ground and shattered with a click. He tried his best to resist, but his fists were no match for him. Unexpectedly, he felt a light touch on his face, and his mask was suddenly torn open - everyone was shocked.

"Jaxon You!"

He immediately covered his face with his hands: "I'm not Jaxon You, I'm his brother."

Everyone was shocked. Didn't they hear that Jaxon You had a younger brother? Not daring to act rashly for a moment, for fear of missing some gossip, they all took out their mobile phones and typed "Jaxon You's younger brother" on the search engine.

The person with quick hands completed the search in a few seconds, put down his phone and yelled: "Jaxon You has no brother! He gave birth to a brother out of thin air!"

After all, the eyes of the crowd were sharp. Jaxon You was really at a loss and raised his head and shouted: "Mason Ye is here!"

The fans looked back instantly, and Jaxon You seized the opportunity to turn around and run away, running away in the darkness without looking back.

That night, # Roaming is so sweet that you’ll lose your teeth # once again topped the list of hot searches. A marketing account has millions of retweets: Jaxon You, a third-tier idiot, supports national idol Mason Ye offline and is suspected of expressing her love through the air. There are pictures and the truth.

Finley Wu sent a congratulatory message to praise him for his enlightenment.

Grayson Li asked him three questions privately.

Carter Zhu made a series of fatal calls.

Beckett Hong didn't say anything. He probably wouldn't see the old man's schedule until tomorrow.

Late at night, the phone screen was vibrating crazily, and enthusiastic teammates asked frantically: Brother Jing, Mason Ye, he is a gangster who only played tricks on you for the sake of publicity, you must not give up on yourself. From now on in Stockholm...

Jaxon You was speechless and choked, thinking that it was so damn hard, he only knew that he was about to be tortured to the end.

I lay in bed and took stock of myself for a long time, but I couldn't figure out anything. It seemed that this was wrong and that there was nothing I could do about it. Everything will turn yellow if it is touched by Mason Ye. Anyway, no matter how hard you try, you won't do as much bad deeds as he does.

Jaxon You thought about it and could only sum up the cause and effect with hatred: That brat Mason Ye is the plague god, and he only plagues me. Then he turned off his cell phone, his eyes widened, and he couldn't sleep all night.

Mason Ye clicked on the hot search and slowly enlarged the screen of his mobile phone.

The accompanying picture is the side profile of Jaxon You's focused photography. In the dark night, the light was difficult, but the face was so beautiful that even the pixels could not be blurred. It was easy to detect just a pair of eyes - this person was good-looking, and good-looking was not simple.

The so-called idol temperament is probably that even if that person is in a huge crowd, everyone still can't help but cast their first glance, so that everyone can see through all the seriousness and slight lack of concentration in those eyes at a glance------It's absolutely true. It was indeed aimed at Mason Ye on the other side of the river.

The city night scene was blurred by neon lights. He was on the left side of the river, and Jaxon You was on the right side of the river. It was as easy as if there was only a river between them, but it was as troublesome as if there was far more than just a river. Jaxon You stood there, like a dream from which he could not wake up. That dream was filled with the past.

Mason Ye lowered his head and looked at it for a long time.

The number of likes quietly increased by one.

Jaxon You sat in the music room all morning until he broke a guitar string and ran to find Finley Wu.

Finley Wu was processing documents in the office. He drew a circle on the paper and looked at him, "Is your talent exhausted?"

Jaxon You was holding his guitar across from him and whispered: "No talent, no inspiration."

"Take your time, you can't rush things like creation."

"I've been very anxious lately."

"Oh, why?"

Jaxon You was about to speak, but seeing Finley Wu scribbling on the paper without changing it, she didn't care at all, and he didn't want to change his sincerity.

"It's just anxiety." He slowly stroked the broken string.

Finley Wu stopped writing, raised his head and thought about it, and suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, there will be a rehearsal tomorrow night -" She obviously had something to say, but she paused very subtly. Jaxon You glanced at her, and he knew that she understood what he meant.

Finley Wu asked: "Want to ask for leave again?"

Jaxon You pretended to be reserved: "I'm not as unprofessional as you think, right?"

"We are the number one model worker of Mingyu. Who dares to say that you are not dedicated?" Finley Wu smiled ambiguously and tapped a contract somewhere on the table to remind him. When I withdrew from Washington and seamlessly transitioned to Mingyu Media, there were several overlord clauses behind the success.