Chapter 971 Stupid or not
The basic routine at night has not changed at all. They still eat, drink and play, and then go back to their rooms to sleep.
Time soon arrived the next morning, at 7:20, An Chen's alarm clock rang on time.
I didn't sleep too late yesterday, so I woke up fairly smoothly today. I got up first and took a shower. An Chen casually put on a sweater and jeans, anyway, I will change into other things soon.
Waiting to dry his hair, it's not even eight o'clock, An Chen walked out of the room with his mobile phone.
Ji Xuan was about to wake An Chen up, but An Chen came out by himself.
Today may be the most efficient morning in the entire film festival, and everyone else got up very early together.
Fang Yan and Ji Feng's manager didn't come to the hotel at all today, but went directly to the scene. The two of them already understood that it was useless even if they came to the hotel.
Breakfast was bought in advance, and it is ready to eat now. Because I got up early, there is still plenty of time, and everyone is not in a hurry.
It took about fifteen minutes to finish breakfast, and everyone went out directly, and the messy sound outside could be heard in the corridor.
Today, the elevator kept going up and down. The few of them were too lazy to wait or squeeze, so they walked directly down the stairs.
In the hall, from the stairs, you can see that the gate is full of people, and it is very noisy.
Even so, many people left from the main entrance. Today is the last day. Of course, we should cherish the opportunity to have the last scene photo.
The reporters who were sent to stay at the entrance of the hotel all had this question, where did An Chen and the others go?
Except for leaving from the main entrance when they were filming the program that day, they never saw An Chen and the three of them here at all.
I heard from a few people that they blocked An Chen, Fang Yan and Ji Feng at the back door before, but they didn't take any photos. In a word, it was a waste of effort.
There are more or less materials for other artists, but An Chen and the others have not even been photographed.
Before they knew that the reporters were already discussing them helplessly, An Chen and his party had already boarded the car and were on their way to the scene.
If they hadn't known clearly that An Chen and the others lived in this hotel and had shown up at the event, these reporters would even wonder if they had come?
It's not their fault. After all, even at the event, it is not easy to catch a few of them.
After An Chen and the others arrived at the event site, they didn't go in through the main entrance, but walked in through the small door where yesterday's event ended.
Enter through that small door, and you can walk through a few aisles to their lounge, and there are no reporters in this small door.
Others are thinking about how to take more photos and how to use the film festival to stir up some enthusiasm. Only a few of them are thinking about what to eat or where to go all day long.
Call them stupid, but they don’t count, they just don’t like this kind of link, and the food and play are still very good these days.
But it’s really hard to say that they are not stupid. They came to participate in the film festival this time, but they really didn’t do anything about the film festival’s business.
(end of this chapter)