Ning Zhi smiled. "There are a lot of fans of the little fresh meat in the draft, but they are all primary school students. It seems that he has been peeping at you."
Su Nan pursed her lips and brushed her hair. "I'm not interested in the idols of primary school students. I like old artists."
Su Qi followed, "what are you talking about? I also want to know..."
Su Nan and Ning Zhi walked silently.
No one answered.
The male artist walked in front of them. Before he reached the door, he put on sunglasses and masks for fear that others would recognize him.
He took out his cell phone and said, "are all the bodyguards ready? Don't let anyone touch me. I'm a clean freak!"
Su Nan and Ning Zhi looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.
They think that this man is unnecessary, because his fans are all primary school students. Don't primary school students come here to pick up the plane?
When the man in front opened the door, he took a deep breath, put on his black baseball cap and hurried out with his head down.
I am afraid that others will recognize me, but I am afraid that others will not recognize me.
But to their surprise.
The male entertainer found quite a few bodyguards. They surrounded him in a circle. It was really impossible for a mosquito to fly in.
However, there is no fan to pick up the plane!
There's not even a placard!
It's a little embarrassing. Su Nan is surprised. Look, primary school students still focus on their studies!
Male artists also felt a little desolate, but the reporters who came later were exciting.
Take photos of his 360 degrees on the front and back sides, and then finish the work.
The male artist couldn't help but take off his mask.
"Where are the fans?"
When the reporter saw that he was not a big newspaper reporter, he smiled. "You don't understand the market outside. 70 yuan for each fan and 500 yuan for ten people. The fee given by your agent, apart from renting bodyguards, is only enough for us to take photos."