Chapter 172 Dedicating Oneself to Art (Additional Update of Yusheng League 2/10)

Chapter 172 Dedicating oneself to art (Legend of the Rest of My Life, extra update 210)

"I'm not late!" With a shout, Aokiji rushed out of the elevator and ran to the locker room sweating profusely.

Song Shanyan, who was confused, was talking on the phone with someone. Seeing Aokiji wearing a hat and a mask disappear from his face, he stretched out his fingers and scratched his face with a dull expression: This kid is... What's wrong?

If it's not too late, it's not too late. It's not a big deal. How much money can I really deduct from him?

After laughing silently twice, Song Shanyan continued to call: "Yes, yes, that's right. Just come up with your equipment. Yes, um, just go to the third floor."

After hanging up the phone, Matsuyamayan walked into the locker room and saw Aoki Si sitting on a chair, breathing heavily. He frowned in confusion: "Why are you so tired today?"

Aokiji was embarrassed to say that he slept late and accidentally appeared on TV. He just laughed and said: "I wanted to run faster today, so I ran here at full speed."

"You kid, what are you wasting your energy? You'll be tired after a while!" Song Shanyan shook his head and said, "A camera team will come to shoot a promotional video for you in a while. Please pack up and change clothes quickly."

Aokiji groaned and frowned: "Take a video?"

"Absolutely." Songshanyan looked at him with a confused look on his face, and had to sigh and explain: "You should pay more attention to yourself, but you still don't care."

"There are only sixty-four contestants in Neon in the beginning of this competition. Each boxer has to shoot his own promotional video and start promoting locally first. When he reaches the top thirty-two, he will start national promotion." When Song Shanyan said this, he saw that Aoki Si still didn't quite understand, so he had no choice but to say it in a way that he should be able to understand.

"You know those talent shows, right? Have you ever watched talent shows like Water Margin 108?" Songshanyan showed him pretentiously: "It's the kind of talent show where more than a hundred ordinary people participate in a talent show together. The kind of person who starts from scratch, goes through selection step by step, and finally debuts as an idol.”

"Oh!" Aokiji then realized that he had heard of similar programs before, but what did this have to do with him? He was just a boxer.

"That's it, that's what this show does. First, we will shoot you the initial promotional video, and then we will shoot your training video. If you can reach the top twelve, you can also live in the so-called 'player village' .At that time, it will be equivalent to filming a 24-hour variety show."

Song Shanyan got a little excited as he talked: "There are not only superstar trainers invited by the program team, the organizer of the event, but also many very famous teachers."

"When the time comes, you will gain both fame and strength, so you can have fun secretly."

When Aokiji heard what he said, he was not as excited as he was. Instead, he frowned and said hesitantly: "You still want to film a show?"

"You boy, do you know how difficult it is to be on this show? For a boxer, fame is money." Songshanyan said with hatred: "Even if you finish this game, you will never box again. This experience and fame are enough for you to get two more endorsements. It will be very easy to make millions by then."

"For you, this is a great opportunity to achieve success. I don't know what you are hesitating about."

Aokiji just smiled bitterly and said: "But I really don't like the feeling of being too conspicuous. I'm usually annoyed by my appearance. If I were more famous, I'd be afraid I wouldn't even think about going out."

When Song Shanyan heard this, he just looked at him with a look that made you think too much, and his words were a little cruel: "Do you think that being on TV means you are a star?"

"Even if you win first place and shoot two commercials, do you think you will be followed by paparazzi like a big star and chased for autographs every day?" Song Shanyan sighed: "You are still too young. ”

"These days, not to mention you as a fighter, but also the truly popular idols, as long as they don't release a work for a few months, they will disappear and be completely forgotten by everyone."

"You don't have to have so much psychological burden. Just do what you need to do. After this game, if you don't continue to do subsequent publicity, your fame and popularity will only last for a month at most."

"And if you cooperate with them in filming, you will also get a certain appearance fee. Just relax, I will never harm you." Song Shanyan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: "Okay, okay, any questions? Let’s talk after we finish, it’s not that easy to get into the top 12, so you should go through the top 64 first and worry about it.”

"It's almost time for people to arrive. You hurry up and pack up. I'll go out first." After Matsuyama Yan finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving only Aoki Si sitting in deep thought on the chair.

What Song Shanyan said seems to make sense, and he does seem to be a little over-sensitive to this thing.

How many people these days are trying hard to become popular, but they are still stuck in the street. For a boxer with such a fierce appearance, even if he wins a fighting event championship and appears on TV for a while, how much popularity will he gain?

These days, how many new artists appear on TV every month, and how many old artists disappear from TV. I am an ordinary person, and I don’t have any promoters to promote me. If I think that I will be like those famous celebrities who are secretly photographed even when they go to the toilet, it seems that I am overthinking it.

Well, indeed, there is no point in thinking about it so much. My goal is just to get the first place bonus. If I can get the two million, I can just stay at home and school and do whatever I want to do when the limelight is over. I guess no one will be so bored. Keep staring at yourself.

After casually warming up, Aokiji walked out of the locker room.

When I went out, I realized that the third floor seemed to be different from usual today - there were usually many guests who came here to exercise, but today I didn't see any of them.

Moreover, Song Shanyan continued to direct employees at the door, and coaches moved the fitness equipment on the third floor.

Aokiji had just taken two steps when he saw the elevator door on the third floor opened, and a group of people with cameras, microphones and other equipment filed out of it.

Songshanyan waved to Aokisi, who walked over and watched Songshanyan introduce to the group of guys holding equipment: "This is my boxer, Aokisi, who is the subject of your shooting today. "

"Please take care of me." As soon as the group of people saw Aokiji's appearance, they immediately lowered their heads and bowed respectfully, which was extremely polite.

"This is the director I specially invited, Yoshimoto Taketo-kun. He usually shoots music videos for many artists, so he is overqualified for this kind of training video." Matsuyama Iwa pointed to a head that was slightly bald. The middle-aged man with glasses introduced.

Aokiji nodded to him with a respectful tone: "This is our first meeting, please give me some advice."

By the way, why is this man a bit bald at a young age? Aokiji looked at his forehead, feeling vaguely sympathetic: Maybe this is because he is extremely smart. Smart people always lose their hair a little faster.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's an honor for me to be invited by Matsuyama-kun to shoot a training video for Aoki-kun. This is my assistant, Asami Oishi." Kento Yoshimoto smiled a little flatteringly.

A woman in business attire next to him bowed hurriedly and said hello: "Please take care of me."

They all had very nervous expressions. They were obviously much older than Aoki Si, but their attitude towards them as if they were superiors made Aoki Si a little uncomfortable.

Well, actually they don't look like this, but let's not talk about Aokiji's fierce face, just look at Matsuyama Iwa's exaggerated big arms and arm-full of tattoos, they have to be respectful

As the director, Taketo Yoshimoto knew very well the identity of the rich second generation Matsuyama Iwa, so he did not dare to neglect him.

"Uh, please take care of me." Aokiji returned the gesture, not knowing what to do.

Songshanyan winked at the coach on the side, and the coach who usually helped Aokiji train stood up quickly: "Then let's adjust the equipment first, and take pictures of the training process first. Let's start with the equipment training. .”

The photographer team responded, walked in with the equipment, and began to adjust the equipment.

Songshanyan patted Aokiji on the shoulder and saw that his expression was a little stiff. He smiled and said: "Relax and just train as usual. At most, I will let you do more fun things to make yourself look cooler."

"Oh." Aokiji was still a little nervous.

This is his first serious appearance on TV!

Before, it had only appeared in the news in the form of a mosaic. Needless to say, being captured by the camera like this made Aokiji really a little excited.

Aokiji curiously looked at these equipment that he rarely saw, but found that the staff became busy because of his gaze. He shook his head speechlessly and was ready to start training and warming up first.

But at this moment, Songshanyan said something that made Aokiji look strange.

"Okay, if you're almost ready, just take it off."

Take off, take off?

Am I not here to shoot a promotional video?

Aokiji looked at Songshanyan with vigilant eyes, and he couldn't help but feel that he had opened a little distance between the two.

Song Shanyan immediately blushed: "I want you to take off your shirt! Show off your muscles!"

Aokiji then smiled coquettishly and scratched his head: "Uh, okay."

Somewhat nervously, he took off his tight vest. Looking at the cameras around him, Aokiji felt goosebumps all over his body. The emotions he felt in his heart were indescribably complicated: I am dedicating myself to art, right?