/ Mo Baqian
Qi Mo's biological clock has always been on time.
Not only was he on time, but he was also on time with his teammates—
Jiang Mingchen and Xu Rong yelled to spend the night practicing dancing, but Qi Mo made a sharp look at him, and they all obediently climbed into bed before ten o'clock.
Going to bed early and getting up early is not because Qi Mo's expression is too scary.
Before falling asleep, the two comforted themselves in this way.
At five o'clock in the morning the next day, Qi Mo slowly opened his eyes.
After being dazed for two seconds, she turned over and took out the mobile phone under the pillow.
The original owner is a girl who cares a lot about her health. Every time before going to bed, she has to switch her phone to airplane mode.
Qi Mo continued this habit.
She turned off airplane mode, and after a few seconds, the signal came back.
The phone buzzed and vibrated, and the numbers on the WeChat and Weibo software in the lower right corner of the screen increased rapidly, and finally turned into a red dot.
Last night, after she quit the group and posted a blog, she turned on the airplane mode directly, and didn't read the next message.
Probably someone from He Ruilin's fan support club came to him.
On WeChat, Su Zi sent her a friend verification message, and there were more than a dozen messages on it.
As soon as she announced her disengagement on Weibo, all the fans of He Ruilin who had been added were blasted out at once. Some people even sent her WeChat messages and called her until three o'clock in the morning, advising her not to disengage.
This world is so crazy, the common people have never been so active in praying to Buddha in the past, right?
Qi Mo felt extremely absurd when he thought of the original owner being scolded for his good intentions. This kind of "selfless" spirit is not something everyone can have.
She swiftly deleted the fans of He Ruilin who sent her messages one by one.
The world is quiet.
Looking at Weibo again, #何瑞林大粉血粉# has already been trending!
The Weibo she posted was the most popular search, with tens of thousands of likes and comments, and the comments were all He Ruilin's fans trying to keep her.
[Fuck, what's going on? ! 】
[Don't MOMO! we need you! ! ! 】
[Why do you take off your fans, momo [big cry]]
[Yes, can you tell me why? ? ? It’s so strange to take off fans for no reason]
[55555 sisters, don't take off your fans! 】
Qi Mo couldn't understand, it's just that a person who likes to spend money on a certain idol suddenly doesn't want to spend money, how can he have such a big influence?
She has a quick-cut character and doesn't want to waste time with these people.
So she randomly selected a few comments to reply, and cut off their thoughts directly, so as to save someone from being pestered all the time.
[Don't MOMO! we need you! ! ! 】
@MOMO: What you need is a cash machine.
[Yes, can you tell me why? ? ? It’s so strange to take off fans for no reason]
@MOMO: Why should I tell you about my own affairs?
[55555 sisters, don't take off your fans! 】
@MOMO: Who is your sister?
After processing the news, she raised her eyes and caught sight of Lan Muzhou who came down from the upper bunk.
Lan Muzhou's pajamas were loose and loose, and from Qi Mo's angle, he could just see the extremely beautiful collarbone.
Qi Mo subconsciously avoided his gaze and said in a low voice, "I woke up quite early."
Usually lazy and not a positive type, but if it comes to other people's innocence, she will not go beyond it.
Lan Muzhou thought that his hairstyle was too ugly early in the morning, so he reached out to brush his hair, turned over and sat up from the bed.
"Your phone buzzed and vibrated early in the morning, and the vibration woke me up."
He spoke in a loud voice, with a hoarse voice that had just woken up, and said: "Everyone, get up, and put it together twice before putting on makeup and hair."
…
As soon as He Ruilin's fan manager Xiaoguan opened his eyes, he knew that something big was about to happen to him.
For an idol on the rise, such a thing as a big fan suddenly broke out, and the impact on the artist is not small.
No one will take off fans for no reason, right?
So just the fact that fans lose their fans has already made many marketing accounts write a lot.
The news in the work group has become more red dots. The director of management and the agent @ her several times, asking her to immediately find out the situation and the reason for her disengagement, and see if she can persuade that MOMO to delete her disengagement Weibo, indicating that his account was stolen.
[@小关, contact a few fans first, and ask them if they know the reason]
【@小关，Let’s check it out later and contact MOMO himself】
【@小关，…】
There was no time to wash up, so Xiao Guan sat on the bed and read through the messages sent to her by other fans.
No one knows the reason why MOMO lost fans, and MOMO has a firm attitude, and even directly deleted the contact information of many fans.
No company will just watch fans who spend a lot of money slip away in vain.
As a fan operation, this situation is to contact MOMO on behalf of the company.
Momo spent millions of dollars on He Ruilin in a month, can he be an ordinary person?
Certainly not!
When Xiao Guan thought that he was going to talk to a young lady who was not easy to serve, he felt very nervous.
How could she get involved in such a thing!
When she arrived at the company, she communicated with her colleagues and leaders for a long time, and after making mental preparations for a while, she made a trembling phone call.
I thought I would hear a delicate voice that was not easy to provoke, but I didn't want to...
"Hello."
A deep voice came from the receiver, indistinguishable between male and female, but pleasant to hear.
This voice seems to have been heard somewhere.
However, the matter was urgent, and Xiaoguan didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately opened his mouth cautiously, "Hi, hello, I'm Xiaoguan from He Ruilin's studio, are you MOMO?"
Calling is all about maintaining relationships, and you can't screw it up.
Qi Mo had just finished doing makeup and hair with the team, and was waiting behind the stage.
He had already noticed that He Ruilin's company would probably attach great importance to her, and this employee's phone call further confirmed this point.
"What I have expressed is very clear, I hope you will not disturb my life in the future."
She glanced at Lan Muzhou who was facing her, and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm going to hang up."
"Well, wait a minute...!"
Qi Mo pressed the on-hook button without hesitation, and Xiao Guan's voice was silenced in the microphone.
Staring at the phone for two seconds, she blacklisted the phone number just now.
"The performance will officially start in a while, so you should take it easy." Lan Muzhou crossed his arms.
Qi Mo turned off his phone and threw it on the chair beside him, "What, are you nervous?"
Lan Muzhou snorted softly, "It's a sure thing, what's there to be nervous about?"
With that said, he got up and began to exercise his muscles and bones.
Seeing that Qi Mo was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, he beat his heart and asked vigilantly, "What are you laughing at?"
Qi Mo didn't say what he really thought, but said, "I didn't expect you to trust me so much."
"Who trusts you?" Lan Muzhou denied with a look of disgust, "I trust the team, don't be too sentimental."
But he knew that by giving Wang Zixuan the C position directly to Qi Mo, he had already shown the trust of himself and his teammates.
After lying, he avoided Qi Mo's sight, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.
If this had been placed two days ago, no one in the team would have believed it. They would be willing to let Qi Mo be the C position.
But the fact is so unbelievable that even Jiang Mingchen didn't object at all.
"But besides the team battle, isn't there a solo?" Qi Mo took another step forward.
"Oh, do you still have the mind to chat?" Zhou Cheng's voice cut in.
He walked into the waiting room with his teammates, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Don't cry when it's time to vote!"
The atmosphere in the waiting room suddenly changed, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.
A trainee from another group covered his mouth and whispered to his teammates next to him: "Lan Muzhou and his team, only Lan Muzhou and Wang Zixuan ranked high, and Wang Zixuan even retired, plus Qi Mo... I guess it's dead. .”
The other person nodded and also lowered his voice, "Yes, it is estimated that He Ruilin's team won both games."
"He Ruilin and the others directly chose to play after Lan Muzhou. This is because they are confident that they can perform better than Lan Muzhou."
"It can only be said that Zhou Zhou is too unlucky this time..."
Although he couldn't hear the whispers of the trainees clearly, Zhou Cheng could tell what they were talking about by looking at their expressions and eyes.
He felt that his team was sure to win, and he was even more arrogant.
Raising his hand, he hammered Lan Muzhou's shoulder, and said, "If I'm not better than you guys this time, I'll broadcast live!"
"Whose food? Lan Muzhou's?"
Lan Muzhou didn't even speak, but Qi Mo suddenly interjected.
Jiang Mingchen couldn't hold back his laughter, and even Chen Ke, who didn't talk much, pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word.
Good guy, the picture is so beautiful, I dare not think about it.
Lan Muzhou looked at Zhou Cheng's blushing and thick-necked appearance, and suddenly felt that Qi Mo was a little pleasing to the eye—when he used the words that choked him to attack others, Qi Mo still looked like a human being.
Knowing that with Zhou Cheng's character, he must be serious.
He Ruilin frowned. The waiting room is not like a cafeteria without cameras, so you can make noise at will.
He stopped in time, "PD is out, it's about to start."
As soon as these words came out, the attention of the trainees was really focused on the big screen—
Cheng Zhuo walked onto the stage, his figure was tall and straight with a decent suit.
"Hello everyone! I am Cheng Zhuo, the representative of the national producers, and welcome to the second performance of "National Idol"!"