E-sports do not work hard but have to marry a movie star

Chapter 150
Today is the day when the results of the college entrance examination come out, and the scarf is full of excitement.

Starlets with excellent college entrance examination scores are frequently searched, and fans are rushing to tell each other, vowing to spread the good news throughout the fan circle.

There was only one family, the fan base of Zhou Beifeng, a top player in the entertainment industry, was extremely quiet.

After a long time, a fan named Nan Nan, a self-proclaimed beautiful girl, started talking.

Nan Nan claims to be a beautiful girl: [Why has there been no movement in the studio for so long?I see that other families are happy there, just like Chinese New Year. ]
Zhou Beifeng's younger sister: [Wind vane, can you communicate with the studio? According to this momentum, there will definitely be marketing accounts to discredit brother within an hour. ]
The wind vane is the leader of this large group of fans, an old fan that Zhou Beifeng followed when he was in Korea, a professional fan.It is said that in real life, she is still a shrewd and capable woman, and she is also good at managing the fan base. As a big fan, she naturally has the contact information of the people around the artist.

The oppressive atmosphere in the group was much less, and everyone spoke out one after another, and the theme was that no matter how many points the idol got this time, they couldn't let their children be trampled by others.

Being able to think of this step shows that fans have accepted this ending.

Her elder brother, younger brother, son, and master are old enough to still insist on the college entrance examination. Isn't it worth encouraging?
They must take good care of their children's self-esteem!
After about ten minutes, the leader of the group came late, and the strong woman was over [-] years old, and she used the button-up habit of young people to speak, and she just used a WeChat feeling.

Weathervane: [I sent a message this morning to communicate with my agent, and I just received a message saying that due to a power outage in the studio, all the Internet was cut off, which made it a step late to check the college entrance examination news, and the scarf will probably be officially issued after a while. ]
The fans were very speechless, and Zhou Beifeng's sister, who had a quick temper, uttered a curse.

Zhou Beifeng's younger sister: [This studio and manager eat shit, right?Such an important thing can be done like this, you see what I said is right, how many marketing accounts on the scarf are stepping on our house now. ]
Weathervane: [You can't swear, and you are forbidden to speak in violation of the regulations. My sister, this is the third time you have done this month. ]
Zhou Beifeng's sister's words were rough and reasonable, she expressed the feelings of many fans, and you started to complain about the idol's studio every sentence.

Zhou Beifeng was filming on the set, and had just finished filming a set of scenes in which the male protagonist was bullied by the school, but because he was too involved in the scene, he couldn't get out of it all at once.

Ah Si silently handed over the phone.

As a qualified assistant, he is highly valued and trusted by the artist, so he silently accepted the 'happy' news that the artist has a girlfriend a few nights ago.

The artists are all out of singles, and he is still single. Could it be a matter of face?
As soon as Zhou Beifeng turned on his phone, he received a bombardment of messages from Lianwan. He looked at it, only to realize that his college entrance examination results had not been sent out by the studio, and the marketing account smeared him.

Girlfriend is too worried and sends him love bombardments.

Zhou Beifeng smiled, and the depression in the original play suddenly became much less, and he sent the college entrance examination information.

Zhou Beifeng: [Sister, help me check it out, and then I will say it was given to me by my sister. ]
When Lianwan saw the information, she immediately looked it up online, and was squeezed out several times. Just when she was about to call to check, fonts finally appeared on the page that hadn't been moved.

Lianwan stared wide-eyed, put his hand on his eyes, and looked at it after a while, it was still a terrifying number.

701.

　Crab Little Angel's recommendation ticket!

　　


(End of this chapter)