MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 142 :Gift

Hearing this name, the players in the project team froze collectively, and their faces were not very good-looking. Among the twenty people in the Tokyo New National Theater, the one that scares them the most is Matsubara Lang. After all, this guy has won the super S star. Hui, this time I was afraid that he would pull out another t0-level piano piece to play.

No, let alone t0.

If he takes out a t1, then everyone has to play.

Worrying is not without reason. The family behind the family is sitting in the seat of Father Qu, what are you using to fight them?

The top-level Qu Dad, it's not a problem to support an entertainment company by himself, not to mention that the family ancestors did this, the earliest can trace back to the Tokiwa Tsu tune in the Edo period from the traditional dura music in the seventh century, and accumulated The background of the change is anyone's advice.

The women outside were screaming loudly. Looking out, Songyuan Lang was getting out of the car. All kinds of fan gifts were handed to him along the way. Songyuan Lang thanked him with a smile, and the assistant standing behind him. , then took the gifts one by one and put them back in the car, sweating from exhaustion.

Matsubara Lang came in with a project list by himself. This is a young boy wearing a neatly ironed suit. He is stern, his hair is meticulously combed, and after submitting the performance, he is again scrupulous. He went back righteously, and when he was about to walk out of the gate, he looked back at Yu Xian Zhisheng with a contemptuous smile on his tender face.

Before coming, Shenhuiling explained to himself that he wanted to win this public performance competition, so that boring people would disappear from his eyes as soon as possible.

Although he did not specify who it was, he knew the meaning of the words of the gods.

A boring person, a boring person, a disgusting person, isn't that the young man in front of him?

The boy who almost exploded the chrysanthemum of the gods.

No, it has actually exploded. That song "papp" has reached more than 8 million views. With a gap of more than 100,000 views, it has reached the top of the platform chart, and announced the album of Shenhuiling. It is a great shame for the entire team to step on the video, especially when you click on that funny and cute video, watch it once and get angry once, that's all? That's it? Can this also cause a national carnival? A group of low-level people with no appreciation level! If you beat me uprightly, I won't necessarily be convinced. If you use this nonsense method, then we will definitely not be convinced.

That is the chrysanthemum of the gods!

Whenever Songyuan Lang thinks of Shenhuiling's feminine and beautiful face and thinks of this incident, he can't help but burst into anger. For himself, Shenhuiling does not allow anyone to blaspheme, and his beauty is inhumane. The existence of fireworks is extremely noble, how could such Xiao Xiao walk into his sight?

Matsubara Lang pursed his lips tightly, and when Yu Xianzhisheng noticed this, he quickly rolled his eyes.

Yu Xianzhisheng's eyes quickly turned away. He just wanted to meet this little boy called the 'Piano God'. After all, he was an opponent. .

As for the name of this thing, you can hear it, but the person involved should not take it too seriously, just like when he was called Mr. Seimei, it was only called out by fans who liked it. Seimei-sama is here, and all the other demons are not quickly defeated.” That is also funny.

Someone like Yu Takahashi also claimed to be the piano prince of Todai Arts.

He has studied Song Yuanlang's performance videos, and frankly speaking, it is not as good as his Tongma Shuichi. That honest child is very hardworking. Compared with this group of impetuous genius teenagers, the only difference is in the music.

As long as he finds his exclusive song, he is not far from becoming a god.

Well, I will definitely make him a god, and I also expect him to make a lot of money for my company.

"Oh, by the way, the people from Hitachi Logistics were looking for you just now and worried about disturbing your rehearsal. I asked them to wait outside. Go and have a look." The female director seemed to remember and patted her head.

Um?

Yu Xian Zhisheng was startled.

What does Hitachi Logistics want me to do? Isn't that logistics based on heavy transport? I didn't buy anything big.

Then he bowed his thanks: "I see, thank you."

The group walked into the hot outdoor, and just after reaching the door, they encountered a girl who came over with a box. She saw Yu Xianzhisheng and was stunned for a while, and then came over deliberately and fanned with her hand: "Ah, so tired."

Yu Xian Zhisheng didn't forget her this time. It was Shidao Jasmine, a member of the Flower Dance Girls' Association. She was a bitch. Anyone who could use it would like to approach her. After two times, I was immediately impressed.

"Need help?" A senior brother stepped forward.

"Ah, okay, I'm really grateful, I can't hold it with both hands. It would be great if you could help me get it to the car."

Shidao Jasmine's tone was very greasy, she wiped off her sweat exaggeratedly, and her voice became a little louder, "These are all gifts from fans, there are really too many, so it is quite heavy to pull."

"I have said many times not to give it away, and I still have to receive so much every year." On the surface, he was bored, but in fact, everyone could hear the show off. Before the start of the public performance every year, the fans of the players will send gifts to cheer the players. This is also a way of expressing the players' popularity. The more gifts, the higher the fans' stickiness.

When Songyuan Lang came to submit the program, he also received a lot of gifts from fans, and a car was piled up. All the fans in Shinjuku District knew the news in advance, and they stayed here to wait for him. After all, it was better than sending express. It's better to give your heart to your favorite idol with your own hands.

He was standing in front of the car, thanking the fans through the protective strip. Male players have always had more female fans. Songyuan Lang's fans are all younger sisters. They look like junior high school students. , filled a bottle.

In the lobby, other players were also carrying large and small bags of gifts and gathered together to chat, mostly asking each other what good things they received this year. In fact, the players are quite realistic, and good things will definitely be shown off. , to show how deep his fan base is. If you receive a particularly valuable gift, you will also open a special channel to express your gratitude on the TV.

If the gift you receive is cheap, it means that you are smiling and your mother is selling it. Give me this kind of thing, and you will send the beggars. If other players see that I am still alive, I am the best in Japan. Top 200 young players, future idol reservists, should I be ashamed? So there is often a situation where I tell my fans that I will keep this gift for a lifetime, and then I throw it in the trash when I change my hands.

Realistic, but true.

The arrogance and arrogance of these players can be reflected in many aspects of life.

"Hey, Yu Xian-kun, haven't you received gifts from fans yet?" Shidao Jasmine covered her mouth and said, "Every time before the performance, everyone will receive gifts."

"No." Yu Xianzhi smiled.

If there is, there is no, if there is no, he doesn't care about it, and he won't lie about it. Losing honesty for the sake of this dispensable face would be a big loss. As for lying in other ways, that's really no way, and it's for their own good. It's true that this group of people can't play.

"Ah, no, no, no? How is it possible?" Shidao Jasmine pretended to be surprised, her voice getting louder, "Even the bottom-most popular players will receive a little bit, you are too... …”

This girl started to **** again.

Sure enough, the surrounding players cast their gazes towards this side and began to chat in a low voice. If I think about it, it would not be a good word. Everyone is a peer, but also opponents, and they have no feelings. If you make a fool of yourself, I will naturally look at it play.

"Well, I can't help it, let me share some with you." She took out a few cheap dolls from the bag on the top of the box and handed them over proudly in Yu Xian Zhisheng's direction, with a strong sense of charity.

"No need, thank you." Yu Xianzhi was hungry and wanted to cook dinner with his brothers and sisters.

He doesn't care about gifts, as long as he can get the final victory, and it costs money to give gifts. He always thinks that it's good for fans to be happy. Focusing on works is the most important thing. There is no need to fight for face. Spending money like dirt. The same is true of albums. If you like it, you can buy one back and listen to it. Why buy hundreds of hundreds of copies?

"Will you buy him some gifts later?" While Yu Xianzhi was not paying attention, Senior Sister Bai Yi whispered.

"No problem, pick more." Brother Shi smiled and nodded.

"How could it be? It's impossible that no one likes him. He's one of the 120th on the player list."

"A high ranking does not mean how much a player is liked." The younger sister grimaced, "The four major financial groups have been scolding him, his fan base will be affected to some extent, and young fans have not yet formed values, it is easy to Twisted by the rhythm."

When they came to the vicinity of Matsubara Lang's special car, fans of Matsubara Lang's sister collectively booed.

Yu Xianzhi walked over with a blank expression.

"Oh, it's Yu Xian Zhisheng."

"I read his news on the Internet, and he seems to be the one who likes hype."

"It's nothing compared to our Lang."

"Can he play the piano?"

"Playing the piano? Stop dreaming."

"It's so poor." A girl said loudly, "Please buy a good pair of shoes first. Why are you standing on the same stage as Lang?"

Yu Xianzhisheng stopped and glanced back at her. The girl quickly took two steps back: "What do you want?" The little girls around her rushed up together, staring at her.

"You're right." Yu Xianzhisheng smiled at her and waved his hand.

The lethality of this young man's face is terrifying, even on TV, not to mention the appearance of a real person. After being dazzled for a while, the younger sister fans collapsed, and some of the little girls almost failed to hold on to surrender on the spot.

Fortunately, the sisters were united enough, and the ruthless pinching of the waist finally came back. What's the use of being so handsome? You won't get far with this. As for why he hates him, I don't understand it clearly. Anyway, everyone on the Internet says that you have no strength, so can things on the Internet still deceive people?

On the other hand, Song Yuanlang's face turned sullen. Wouldn't this guy be angry?

The senior sisters on the side wanted to speak, but Yu Xianzhisheng waved his hand to stop them. There's no need to explain, it's a waste of words to explain to these little girls 10,000 times, their star chasing is of a follower nature, and sometimes even they themselves don't understand why they like or hate it, most of them are hearsay - "Ah, ah, That's what it is." "That's it, what am I going to do in the future?" It'll be fine when they grow up, whoever hasn't been pushed by the younger ones, they're all here.

"Well, is it Yu Xianzhisheng?" The man in the logistics uniform dropped his cigarette and walked over.

"Yes."

"Hey, I went around Tokyo for half a circle and finally found you." The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Your fan gifts are here, they are all outside, come and sign for confirmation."

Shidao Jasmine was immediately stunned, this guy actually has a gift? Curiosity suddenly surged up.

Yu Xianzhisheng blinked, but he never thought that he would receive a gift from fans. If he had no expectations, he would not be disappointed. Instead, he felt a little happy now.

After all, it is still with a childish mentality. When he was alone in his previous life, he never received a birthday present, and he bought it for himself.

The group walked to the side of the road and looked at the truck parked on the side of the road. Shidao Jasmine also followed, wanting to find out, Songyuan Lang, who was just about to leave in the car, looked out the window and immediately waved his hand to stop.

His face was pressed against the car window, and he looked over there, this wave, this wave is called observing the enemy's situation.

"Sign this one first." The man in overalls handed the paper sheet to Yu Xianzhisheng.

Yu Xianzhisheng took out a pen and signed his name on the page.

"Where is the thing?" Yu Xianzhi asked, looking at the transport truck, "Have you taken it out yet?"

"You don't have to take it out, this truck is full of gifts from your fans," the man in work clothes patted the carriage, "You can open the inspection, this is an expedited item, and the other party asks you to be the first to do so. See."

"I heard from colleagues in Osaka and Hokkaido that they were all sent by beautiful women." The man said with envy.

In fact, these goods could have been delivered to him three days earlier, but he did not expect a steady stream of fans to send things over every day, all of which were backlogged in a large warehouse. The manpower required is huge, and the kid is playing, so a courier will be troublesome for him for a while.

Is this car all mine? Yu Xianzhisheng was a little surprised.

Looking at Shidao Jasmine next to him, this **** girl's whole person is not good, and the old man with a slap in the face is completely at a loss. The most I heard is that the sign for express delivery is a piece, and it is said that it is a car. Not only her, but even the seniors standing beside them were stunned when they heard this quantifier.

Yu Xianzhi opened the handle of the carriage, and with a bang, countless snow-white envelopes slammed on him like flying pigeons. Okay, but it was knocked over by the dolls during transportation, so it was dumped like a river. After the letter, there are dolls. All dolls are the same. A cute little fish is wearing a sun hat. , holding a small fishing rod in his hand.

This is not an ordinary doll, but a fan peripheral customized for him by fans from Kyoto. After making the model, it is hand-sewn, and the final version is determined by the processing factory for mass production, which is not available on the market.

This car is full of hearts, beliefs are worthless, and the raw materials of the dolls are not expensive, but Yu Xianzhi has never felt this way. He actually feels that he is not good enough, at least he knows that he is really fishing. , did not give his fans a face, but these fans still supported him silently and silently, just in a place he didn't know, in the ordinary days, so many people were preparing gifts for him. .

Yu Xianzhisheng took a deep breath and smiled brightly.

Thank you, really thank you, he said in his heart.

"Ah, don't leave in a hurry, you have to continue to sign for it." The man from Hitachi Logistics said cheerfully, pointing to several trucks that were lined up behind, "There are three more behind, and they are all yours." 18617/ 10556924