Although it was not the first time that Zhao Jing had done this kind of thing, he was still nervous.
As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Anyone who sits in the position of master has a different temperament and temperament than ordinary people. There are many weird and moody ones. If you serve well, your future will be bright. But if you cannot serve well, you will have a bright future.
If it is good, it will be beyond redemption.
Zhao Jing once hated and loathed this industry, feeling that it was dirty and dirty. The artists who looked so glamorous in front of the camera had all sorts of evil sides behind their backs. But gradually, he also became a member of the quagmire and was not immune.
In difficulty.
Because even a moment of brilliance is better than a lifetime of being unknown, unknown, and being manipulated by others. "If you want to become famous, you have to pay a price. It's something that you and I want to do. Look at it." This is Boss Dong
Patting his face and saying it yourself.
Under the shower, Zhao Jing carefully rubbed every inch of his body and washed himself clean, but his heart and skin were already dirty, so why bother washing him?
He sneered and suddenly remembered a sour line from a youth movie: People will indeed become what they hate the most.
But so what, as long as he can climb to the top of the mountain, become a master, and go from being bullied to being bullied, he is willing to pay any price, even if he is treated like a dog and knelt on the ground and barks, it doesn't matter.
Zhao Jing was full of inner drama. As soon as he turned off the shower, he heard the sound of the door lock. Through the glass door of the bathroom, he faintly saw a slender figure walking in: He is back!
Thinking of Mr. Xiaonan's aura, my heart, which had finally calmed down, began to beat wildly again, and I didn't know what to do for a while.
He secretly clenched his fists and gave himself a shot of chicken blood, thinking to himself: Isn't that what I'm doing? I'm not doing it with anyone, I'm afraid of something!
Then, he took the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, and walked out.
The moment he walked out, Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment.
Because Nan Song did not wait impatiently for him to "serve" or "enjoy" him. Instead, he sat on the sofa and worked with his laptop. He didn't take off his clothes and only changed into a pair of slippers.
Sitting there, the person looked both professional and cold.
When she saw him coming out, she did not turn a blind eye, but looked at him calmly, "Here you come? Sit down."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.
He has seen many professional women, many of them so-called strong women. However, in front of them and behind them, they have two completely different faces. In front of them, there is an intellectual, elegant, beautiful and capable independent woman. In front of them, there is an independent woman who should climb on the bed, and in the back, the one who should climb on the bed, and the one who should sit on the lap.
Sitting on your lap, or puffing out smoke, and talking dirty words, you are more willing to do it than the women in the nightclub.
He was prepared to be knocked down as soon as he came out, or to be ordered to kneel down and lick his shoes, but he didn't expect that Nan Song asked him to sit down as soon as he spoke.
What kind of number is this?
Zhao Jing was stunned and couldn't stand it anymore.
He didn't sit down, and Nan Song didn't give in anymore. He just lowered his eyes and tapped on the keyboard a few times, and then asked calmly: "Are you studying physical education?"
Zhao Jing was stunned again, and then he realized that she might be looking at his information, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, jump, high jump."
"Well, he is still a national second-level athlete. He has participated in many national-level competitions and won gold medals. His results are not bad."
Nan Song's voice remained calm and asked again, "Why didn't you persist and join the national team?"
Zhao Jing has been in the industry for many years and has almost forgotten that he was once an athlete. He rarely mentions it to others. Only when he participates in variety shows, his agent really has no other place to promote him, so he uses this as a gimmick.
The host gives a cue and plays a high jumping game with a group of celebrities, that's it.
When asked by Nan Song, he replied: "Practicing sports is too hard, and the conditions at home are not very good. My physical fitness is still a bit poor, and I couldn't make it to the national team, so I gave up this career. By chance, I joined."
Entertainment."
These words were compiled for him by his management team, and were used as official answers in early talk shows. However, he is a third-tier actor and has not participated in many talk shows. Over time, he has almost forgotten this set of words, let alone this set of words.
The real reason why I gave up sports in the first place.
He forgot, but the Internet remembered.
Nan Song's tone was calm, "No, right? Although you were born in a rural area, your father ran a factory and your mother also did some small business. You are an only child. Are your family's conditions that bad? As for the national team, it says national team here.
"My high jump coach Wang Yong once invited you to participate in the national team training, but between training and filming commercials, you chose the latter, and then entered the entertainment industry."
She easily exposed his lies and helped him regain his memory. Zhao Jing looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't understand why Nan Song was talking to him about these things. Did she really want to chat with him?