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    The big screen freezes at this moment, people are paying attention at this moment, and the venue becomes noisy at this moment.  Although there was only a slight difference, it was a pity that Han Jiahang lost one person and gave one to Girls' Generation.  This girlhood was silent for a whole winter and summer, and almost disappeared forever.  Finally, at the beginning of the new year, it once again appeared in people's sight, and it is still so strong.  Looking at the nine people who were already in tears, Han Jiahang felt happy and sad at the same time.  If it weren't for something wrong with the environment here, maybe Han Jiahang would have already gone up and held his little wife in his arms.

    Girls¡¯ Generation¡¯s successful comeback made even gatherings and celebrations a luxury for everyone. After a simple hug and farewell at the TV station, the nine people followed their manager to the next schedule in a hurry.  Han Jiahang was also driven to the company by his assistant.  Because just when Han Jiahang was shouting to finish and go home, Huang Mingyu called and rushed over, as if he was in a hurry, making Han Jiahang think that the end of the world was coming again.

    I rushed to the company with an inexplicable look on my face, and then I saw my uncle Huang Mingyu sitting peacefully in his office, with a contented look on his face, unlike the urgent call on the phone.  Han Jiahang suddenly felt that nameless flames were growing up in his heart. If he didn't vent it, he would definitely get smoke from all his orifices.

    "Ah, is it interesting?" Han Jiahang frowned and looked at Huang Mingyu, who looked like a villain and his teeth were chattering.

    "Hehehe, oh, anger hurts the body, anger hurts the body."

    "Come and drink a glass of water to relieve your anger."

    "Huh." Looking down at the water on the table, Han Jiahang really wanted to give it back to Huang Mingyu intact.

    "Okay, I really have something to do with you." Huang Mingyu also knows Han Jiahang's temper, and he won't really get angry if he makes a moderate joke.  Therefore, after observing that the other party had no tendency to go berserk, he finally put away his mean smile.

    "I heard that a man had his wife robbed. You must be too screwed. This big man has never fucked a girl before. You" Huang Mingyu didn't dare to say the rest. He noticed Han Jiahang in front of him.  He has entered a state of madness, and he no longer dares to be an undead MT and try his best to attract hatred for himself.  He smiled slightly apologetically at the other party.  He finally became more honest and responsible.

    "So, in view of the current popularity of Girls' Generation, the company will decide that your singing career will end here."

    "Huh?" Hearing Huang Mingyu's words, Han Jiahang was suddenly stunned. He realized that the other party did not seem to be lying to him, so he asked with confusion.  "Why? Are you afraid that I will lose to them?"

    "Well, there are considerations in this regard." Huang Mingyu answered Han Jiahang directly without giving any face, and at the same time he despised the other party even more deeply.

    "However, the main reason is actually that you want to go abroad."

    "Going abroad? Where to go?" Han Jiahang was completely confused. Is the company doing something stupid?

    "China."

    "China?" Han Jiahang's eyes suddenly widened, "Didn't I just come back from China?"

    "Then who said you can't go back soon after you come back?" Huang Mingyu looked at Han Jiahang with an idiotic expression, "Besides, the last time you went to China was to recuperate, and this time you went to China to work.  There is a fundamental difference in character."

    "Do you think the company will let you go on vacation?"

    "" Han Jiahang was very temperless. After enduring Huang Mingyu's brilliant stand-up show in front of him, he finally asked.  "Brother Mingyu, it seems,, it seems that my current workplace is mainly in South Korea, right? I remember that I am not that famous, even I have a lot of fans in China, right?" Deliberately acting cute and dumbfounded  .

    "Uh." Huang Mingyu was so disgusted by Han Jiahang that his skin crawled all over.  "That's good. You are somewhat self-aware, and your mind is not full of fuss."

    "Then go back and take a closer look at this thing," Huang Mingyu said, finally throwing something like a folder over, and Han Jiahang took it easily.  After opening it, I was completely stunned.

    this.  .  .  What's the script?

    And it seems like it still is.  .  .  .  Chinese.  .  .  .  .  ?

    ""Snail House"", inside the opened folder, there were just two simple words on the first page. Then after turning to the second page, Han Jiahang was convinced that this was indeed a script, and it was also a Chinese script.

    "What's going on?" Han Jiahang felt like his brain was a little out of control.  I am a complete novice in acting, "I was asked to write an os for this drama.t?  "

    After much deliberation, Han Jiahang felt that this item was somewhat possible.

    "If you don't feel tired, the company can help you work hard."

    "?,,,,," Han Jiahang is confused?  Then this isn't asking me to write an ost. Why do you get me a script? And judging from the thickness of the script, it's obvious that it's already completed.

    "Well, that's right."

    "Through the efforts of S.M's China branch, the company has snagged a small role for you in this drama." In order to express what he said about the little situation, Huang Mingyu even wrote slightly  own little finger.

    "Gah" Han Jiahang was shocked, his ears were buzzing, and he felt that strings of crows were flying over his head in groups.

    "real?"

    "Um,"

    "Oh, mygod" Note, these are not excited words, but endless screams.  With a look of weakness on his face, Han Jiahang stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, looking blankly at the serious-looking Huang Mingyu in front of him, almost in a trance?

    "Brother, I can sing."

    "I know, but who said singing can't act?" Huang Mingyu said very frankly.  "Isn't Lee Seung Gi also a singer? His acting skills are also very good. Besides, isn't Yoona also a singer? She is also the protagonist?"

    "" I have also gone through systematic deduction training.

    "I'm a novice in acting." Han Jiahang continued to argue.

    "It doesn't matter, the best actor has grown up little by little from Xiaobai. I am very confident in it."

    I have no confidence in myself at all.  .  .  .  .  .

    "Besides, whether it can work or not depends on the director passing it."

    "Well," Han Jiahang had no choice but to accept his fate.  "Then when will we go to China?"

    "tomorrow"

    ¡°Tomorrow?,,,,,,¡± Han Jiahang was shocked by Huang Mingyu again.  He looked down at the script in his hand and then looked up at Huang Mingyu. Han Jiahang had a sentence floating in his eyes.  .  .  .

    That is.  .  .  .  .  .  Brother Mingyu, don't have too much hope.  .  .  .  .  .

    joke.  For such a thick script, even if I don¡¯t know it by heart, I should at least give myself time to read it through.  How do you want people to spend one night?  ,,,, isn¡¯t this purely a matter of missing a shadow?

    "Okay, I know time is tight, so just hurry up."

    "By the way, I want to tell you that you are just playing a character named Xiaobei. There is not much plot, and it is not even a supporting role. Don't have too much psychological burden."

    ",,,,,,," Is this also called comfort?  It's really hard to accept.  Looking angrily at Huang Mingyu who was seeing off guests, Han Jiahang didn't stay any longer and hurried out with the script in hand.

    Time is gold.  Very precious.  Is your first drama so unreliable?  God, can anyone be so playful?
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