Chapter 112 Luo Yu is a Tamagotchi
Chapter 112 Luo Yu is a Tamagotchi
The people around looked in that direction one after another. Even Chu Qianyi was startled and slowed down his movements. Only Luo Yu seemed not to hear anything and just kept walking forward.
Seeing her go in directly, Chu Qianyi did not linger any longer and followed her in, not forgetting to ask the security brother beside him to try to stop it if anything happened.
First, they went to the lobby, then upstairs and walked a few steps along the corridor before reaching the studio. On the way, Chu Qianyi asked, "Miss Luo, what should we do with the person outside?"
Luo Yu had already put on her sunglasses again. She was very calm when she heard the words, with a cold and arrogant look on her face, as if she didn't take what happened just now seriously at all.
"Sigh~"
In the quiet elevator, Chu Qianyi took a deep breath. Before Luo Yu could speak, she said, "I understand. That person is not worth wasting energy on. If there is any trouble, just leave it to the company's public relations department."
After she finished speaking, she raised her head arrogantly like Luo Yu, with her eyes revealing only one message:
My boss is the second daughter of the Luo family, and she is also protected by Mr. Luo and Mr. Bo. What should I be afraid of? Humph!
Under her sunglasses, Luo Yu secretly glanced at her assistant, and then frowned slightly.
[Well... it's not that I think that person is not worth wasting energy on, but we are both unarmed. If something really happens, we will only suffer. Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best strategy. Only a fool would stop and battle with him! ]
[Does Qianyi have any misunderstandings about me? I haven't even taken a few classes yet, and my acting is so good? ]
Thinking of this, Luo Yu slowly curled her lips.
[I am indeed a talented player. 】
……
Today's photoshoot included the advertisement cover. The makeup on the cover was quite heavy, so we had to remove it before leaving after the photoshoot.
Luo Yu sat on a chair and cooperated with the makeup artist, putting her cell phone aside and closing her eyes.
The dressing room was not for one person only, and soon another artist came in with his assistant, chatting and laughing.
Luo Yu had always known that there was someone else in the dressing room, but she hadn't seen anyone throughout the entire day. Now that it was evening, she would probably take off her makeup and leave.
The artist's progress was slower than hers. She was playing with her phone while waiting for the makeup artist. I guess she had a good relationship with her assistant. They talked and laughed throughout the whole process and discussed anything interesting.
Luo Yu listened silently, and occasionally raised the corners of her lips when she was tickled, until that person threw his phone aside and started discussing with his assistant -
"Hey, do you know Assistant Luo Yu? Or someone related to her? I really want to meet her. She must be an interesting person."
"I don't know her." The assistant shook his head. "Her status is obvious. She is very tight-knit. I can't get in touch with her. But why do you want to get to know her?"
Artist: "Don't you think that everything that happened to her is more hilarious than the last? First, she was blacklisted by someone online, then she was repeatedly beaten up on variety shows, and even though she was the victim, she was beaten up by her own brother. That's fine, but what's even more ridiculous is that she was drugged in front of the live camera. I almost died of laughter."
"She gets tricked everywhere, but she keeps getting tricked the next time. More importantly, have you ever seen her fight back? Not even once!"
"I tell you, people like this are either unlucky or just naive."
"Oh no, calling her a naive person is just my guess, but one thing is absolutely true - she is just a meat bun with thin skin and big fillings. She looks good, but she is a dog that can never come back!"
After the artist finished speaking, he and his assistant laughed together. The hahahaha laughter echoed in the dressing room and in Luo Yu's ears.
"..."
[The insults are so harsh, I need to find my lawyer! ! ! ]
"Bad Luck", "Silly and Sweet", "Meat Buns with Thin Skin and Big Filling"...
Luo Yu's lips pursed, and she felt extremely sad.
[The insults are really filthy!!! Not very harmful, but extremely insulting! ]
But that’s not the end yet, the artist hasn’t answered the assistant’s question yet.
"So I really want to get to know her. I'd like to add her on WeChat and check her Moments every day. It would be fun, just like raising a digital pet."
Luo Yu's facial features were twisted, as if a sharp sword had pierced her heart.
[A Tamagotchi? ! ! ! ]
[Listen to what you said, are you talking like a human being? I'm still sitting here, and you're getting so close to me that you're driving too fast?! ]
huh...
In this world, being too kind is also wrong, right? Have you ever experienced the feeling of having your life and praise hung together? Have you ever experienced the feeling of having a boss ready to take you to his grave at any time? Have you ever experienced the feeling of being surrounded by helicopters and being kicked out of your home at any time? You haven't! You don't know anything, and you just treat me as a Tamagotchi!
It wasn't over yet, and the following words gave Luo Yu a heart attack.
"Oh my god, look, Luo Yu is on the hot search again. What happened during today's filming, someone's brother is crying and complaining, hoping to meet Luo Yu but was rejected."
Luo Yu:?
【Who? Su Xiangzhu? 】
She picked up her phone to send a message to Chu Qianyi who had just gone out to answer a call.
The artist: "Oh, you are really tough this time."
Then he changed the subject, "But not much."
Luo Yu: “…”
[Later, I will stand up in front of you, pass by you, and shock you for three hundred years! ! ]
Before she could be shocked, the tip of the makeup artist's eyeliner accidentally brushed against the tear drop at the corner of her eye, and tears burst out.
"what?"
The makeup artist who removed Luo Yu's makeup was a foreigner who was not very proficient in Chinese. They had already removed her makeup and only needed to put on some light makeup. The makeup artist was drawing eyeliner when she saw Luo Yu's tears pouring out. She couldn't help but said, "Luo! Why are you crying? Why?"
A loud "why" immediately silenced the dressing room.
Luo Yu: “…”
She was speechless, and the other artists and assistants sitting there didn't know what to say for a moment, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
After a while, Luo Yu took out a tissue to wipe her tears, "It's nothing, the eyeliner is itching my eyes."
The makeup artist, however, didn't believe it and was convinced that her professional abilities were fine.
"Oh no, Luo, it's definitely not like that. I believe in my abilities!"
"You are unhappy, right? Why? Tell me please."
Luo Yu: “…”
I'm not unhappy, and please stop asking me why.
"Go on, I have something else to do later and it's almost too late."
The makeup artist stopped asking and resumed her work. On the contrary, the artist and assistant who had been discussing all the time turned around silently and didn't respond for a long time.
Luo Yu looked at them in the mirror, poking their elbows back and forth, stopping for a while, and then starting again. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
[Although I didn't shock you in the way I expected, you are starting to panic now, right? ]
[If you keep saying I'm a Tamagotchi, I'll knock your head off! ]
Luo Yu looked at herself in the mirror and curled her lips.
[I’m sorry, it really feels like a vicious female supporting role. ]
Until she packed up and was about to leave, the artist and assistant in the same dressing room did not speak to her. The only thing she heard was the words "When she walked out of the dressing room and closed the door" -
"I really deserve to die! Even if she is a meat dumpling, I can't get close to her and use my ultimate skill. She is crying, and I am the dog that deserves to be beaten to death by the meat dumpling!"
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