Chapter 121 Continued Heat
Everyone in the crew probably knew about this, and Bo Rui and Zhang Han became cautious when joking with her.
Shen Pianxian laughed.
"What's going on? You haven't encountered anything like this before?"
The two looked at each other, nodded, and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
During the break in filming, Shen Pianpian couldn't help but log into her trumpet, but she saw a new update of Shi Qile.
She was stunned for a moment, looking at the ordinary "Want to eat chicken legs?", then laughed out loud for a while, and her eyes curved as she slid over to the comment.
But at a glance, he could see the sarcastic Lan family army everywhere.
"Hey, are you standing on the street for your Ni Huan? I didn't realize before that Le Shen had this kind of taste. He only likes those top-notch girls with no upbringing and no character, right?"
"Eat the chicken drumstick, let Shen Pianxian eat shit! If you support Shen Pianxian, I will go from being a passerby fan to a lifelong hater!"
Miss Shen's still smiling face immediately turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. She pressed the lock screen, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Calm down! Calm down, don't look, don't listen, don't care!"
After closing her eyes for a while, she suddenly opened her phone again and started commenting with gritted teeth.
"You're the one who eats shit, and your whole family eats shit too!..."
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An hour later, Shen Pianpian, who was sitting on a stool concentrating on practicing her lines, suddenly saw a microphone in front of her.
"Excuse me, Miss Shen Pianxian, what do you think about the violent behind-the-scenes video that was posted online yesterday?"
Shen Pianpian was at a loss for a second, and then his expression quickly turned cold.
"How did you get in?"
"Miss Shen Pianxian, please answer my question."
The reporter moved the microphone closer, and the cameraman next to her was concentrating on filming her face.
In an instant, veins popped out on the back of Shen Pianpian's hand, and then someone quickly stood in front of her.
Shi Yi blocked the camera with one hand and pushed the reporter away with the other. His usually honest face had become cold and hard.
The reporter stretched out his arm in an attempt to pass the microphone over.
"Ms. Shen, what are your thoughts on this incident? Do you know what the company's response to you will be? When are you going to apologize to Wei Lan?"
His loud shouting attracted many people's attention.
Shi Yi, with a cold face, slapped his microphone away with one hand, and there was a crisp sound of flesh colliding.
The reporter screamed in pain.
"Hurry up and take pictures! Shen Pianxian's bodyguard hit someone!"
The director came over with a frown on his face.
"How did this person get in? I should have ordered that no reporters be allowed in."
Shen Pianxian slowly exhaled and stood up.
"Teacher, I think I should go back today. There's no guarantee that someone else will sneak into the crew and affect the filming of the entire crew."
Shi Yi had already dragged the reporter and photographer out.
Director Xiang pondered for a moment and nodded.
"That's fine, we can re-record your scenes later. Go home and have a good rest today."
Before leaving, the director called her again, with a gentle and soothing smile that only an elder could give.
"Pian Pian, the entertainment industry is a big melting pot. If you want to gain a foothold here, you must learn to maintain your original color. You must always remember why you chose this path in the first place."
Shen Pianxian bowed solemnly to him and said with gratitude,
"I won't let you down."
When Uncle Mao drove away, Ning Qianqian turned around outside the car and gave her a meaningful smile.
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In the end, Shen Pianpian failed to enter the company through the main gate.
The entrance was already packed with Wei Lan fans, holding banners of varying sizes, all bearing slogans like "Shen Pianxian, apologize!" and "Shen Pianxian, get out of the entertainment industry."
Miss Shen sat in the car and looked away as the car passed by the angry and cursing crowd.
She had a blank expression on her face.
In the underground parking lot, the agent received a text message, and he was surprised to inform Shen Pianpian,
"The Public Relations Department will hold a press conference at ten o'clock tomorrow morning and ask you to attend."
Shen Pianpian turned her head, her eyes full of confusion.
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