The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

There are some questions in this world that have no definite answers.

Because everyone has their own answer.

Everyone's life experience is different, so the answers are also different.

Just like tenderness, romance, love and other words, everyone has different opinions.

Not to mention, the broad term ‘art’.

On a larger scale, everything can be art; on a smaller scale, it can be classified into various art forms.

But what constitutes good art?

In other words, what kind of art do people need?

On the one hand, there is an assembly line factory that seeks fame and reputation, creates gods and makes money, and produces a large amount of template-like content on the market every year. As long as it can make money, it is good.

On the other hand, one party is unknown and persists all the way just based on their hobbies. They walk hard no matter the wind or rain, just for their own beliefs.

If you want to muddle through, it's easy.

——‘Whatever everyone likes is right’

That's all.

But the problem is also arising here.

Because with the injection of capital, what the people like can be manipulated.

Not what you like, but what I want you to like.

It's not what you see, it's what I want you to see that you will see.

Most of the current Japanese entertainment industry is like this, so a large number of artists with bad behavior are exposed every year.

This is a mixed era.

It's a fish. As long as you lean towards me, I can make you leap over the dragon's gate.

If you are a dragon, then you will either be ridden by me or killed by me.

Let you fly freely in this vast ocean?

Stop dreaming, it doesn't exist.

This is the deep meaning behind this question.

The other party wants to find out which party they are from.

Yuxian Zhisheng sneered in his heart.

fair enough.

If I let you understand my position earlier, I would save some people from being interested in me.

"I think art is beautiful." Yu Xian took over the microphone and replied softly.

"Beautiful?" the hostess repeated with a smile, passing his words on to the audience.

"Yes, beauty can bring people happiness and strength, that's about it."

"Uh...can you tell me more about it?" the female host became interested.

Yuxian Zhisheng smiled at the camera: "It doesn't have to be that difficult. Even the grandmothers in the village can understand it, and they will laugh when they understand it. One form will not make fun of another form, and it will not take advantage of the deepest feelings in people's hearts." Anger does not irritate people's peaceful souls. It does not need to cross mountains and rivers. You can touch it when you want to reach out your hand. It does not distinguish between people and does not make others superior because of what they understand or don't understand. Even if the world is crazy and dirty. Dirty and confused, yet able to become sober, gentle and spotless because of it.”

This is what he thinks.

In his previous life, he had already fully understood how deep the water in the entertainment industry was. It involved overt and covert struggles, resource suppression, and power struggles. It was all for the sake of the piece of cake in front of him. If others ate it, he would not be able to eat it. In that kind of environment where people are eager for quick success and instant benefits. , few people can let go of their impetuosity, settle their thoughts, and create truly outstanding works.

The current environment is even more so. Japanese literature has been suppressed by Europe and the United States to look like an Akita dog. It is nothing more than being scolded. After being scolded, they do not reflect on it. Instead, they mock the public as idiots.

'You are not worthy of understanding such advanced things', 'You know shit about literature', 'It was not written for low-class people like you', and so on, which directly reduces the public's goodwill. to zero.

The same goes for songs.

Take "Red Hot Chili Peppers", which is currently being promoted, as an example. Many Tokyo small media have criticized it for its insipid rhetoric and childishness. It is incredible that such a song can be on the list. There is no one in the music circle now. ?

After stepping on it a few times, I quickly picked up Shen Huiling's album "Ji Mei". It is not only gorgeous and beautiful, but also deeply emotional. Just pick out a lyric and it will be a classical story.

What kind of story did the listener who left the comment below tell me? I didn’t see it.

The media said, isn’t that a problem with your IQ?

The anger suddenly came up.

To be truly beautiful, it really doesn’t need to be so difficult, nor does it need to be pretentious or superior to others, nor does it need a rapper’s words full of swear words to be unique and think that he is different.

In his previous life, he respected two people very much, one was Jay Chou and the other was Xu Song. The two of them didn't have any overly gorgeous rhetoric, nor did they have any sarcastic and cruel words from afar, but they were both very lovable.

After listening to this, the female host was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly shivered for no reason, and goosebumps burst out.

Especially the last sentence.

The expressions on the faces of the stars under the stage can only be described as wonderful.

Someone's eyes were shining.

Some people lowered their heads, while others were smiling disdainfully.

Soon, the assistants around the celebrities left, and they all received the task of finding information about the boy. Each celebrity actually has his own exclusive studio and is extremely sensitive to outstanding juniors.

This is live.

Those who heard these words were not just them, but also audiences across Japan and even parts of the world.

How big an impact this sentence will have is yet to be known.

Because this is a great thing.

Where there is light, there must be darkness.

The art that this young man desires must be difficult to achieve.

Because countless people in the entertainment industry have fallen on this road called beauty. This requires not only persistence, but also the support of strength that can overcome everything.

Many big guys also sighed in their hearts.

I always feel that this young man is a little too stupid and not smooth enough, which is not a good thing in the entertainment industry.

Yuxian Zhisheng didn't care about those strange eyes.

He put the microphone back, waved and walked off the stage.

He was greeted with the warmest applause, a hug from the Dongda Art Board, and the enthusiastic gazes of the women in the audience who refused to look away for a moment.

The female host stood on the stage and said that next was the challenge session of Hokkaido's No. 1 Art.

But it was clear that the venue had not yet recovered from the shock it had just experienced.

The leader of Hokkaido's "Flower Dance Girls' Club" was a little lolita with twin tails. She jumped onto the stage and talked a lot in a confused way, but no one heard what she said.

All people could think about was the boy's beautiful smile.

The pride beneath that smile is immense.

It's like the echo in the empty valley, long in the heart.

...

"It's a pity that he is not from the same group as us."

In the box of the four major entertainment consortiums, Kobayashi Takarazuka crossed out the name of 'Hazuru' on the paper, and then sighed. He quite likes the young man on the stage, and even plans to find an opportunity to poach him at a high price. of.

This child definitely has the potential to become a god.

But it seems that it is not necessary. He is hot-blooded and stupid. Such a child is not easy to manage.

"Why do I have to travel with you?"

Ansanji appeared again at some point, with a smile on his face.

When will it come again? !

Kobayashi Takarazuka quickly stood up and pushed back the paper in his hand.

"Are you planning to play tricks on you?" Ansanji asked.

"No, absolutely not." Kobayashi Takarazuka waved his hands desperately.

"Why not give it a try? Defame him, create dirt about him, and then use your media to promote it, or take his words out of context, cut out parts of his words, and assemble them with your fabricated words. You are already very skilled at doing these things. Don’t you think it’s great? If you can’t get it, destroy it. Just thinking about it makes you excited, right?” Ansanji said.

He had never said so much at once.

Many times, when his subordinates presented documents with the power of life and death, he only had to say yes or no.

But at this time, every word he said was biting and cold.

Definitely the old Yin Yang family.

But this is not because Yuxian is naive, but a small warning he issued to the four major entertainment consortiums.

Kobayashi Takarazuka's cold sweat almost soaked through his underwear, and his lips trembled as he said: "Absolutely, absolutely this will not happen!"

Ansanji smiled and nodded.

He straightened Kobayashi Takarazuka's tie as if tying a leash to a dog.

Then turned and left.

The chairman of the four major consortiums swallowed nervously, feeling extremely frightened.

An Sanji sent them a signal.

That kid, he covered it up.

...

"Is your performance okay?" Yu Xian said naively.

Before he finished speaking, Sawano Kazuki was hugged fiercely.

"My good boy," whispered the old fox.

"Thank you." Yu Xian said naively, "But I'm a little tired and want to go back to the hotel."

"Aren't you going to listen to the challenge issued by other colleges?" Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa asked.

"Well, I want to rest early." Yu Xian shook his head naively.

In fact, he wanted to go back to the hotel to call Xuezi and ask her if she had seen it. He didn't care about the audience, he only cared about whether Xuezi was happy or not.

"Principal Sawano, please send him back." Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa said.

Sawano Kazuki nodded vigorously and took Yu Xian's childish hand, tightly, as if holding a brand new future.

Rina Ryoko in the audience was almost dizzy, her belly was sticking out like a dead fish, the urge to urinate came up again, she almost wanted to run to the bathroom to pee, but she didn't want to go, the happiness in her mind almost swept through her entire charming body.

The goddess in the Keio private school area looked down at her phone.

What was displayed on the phone was Yu Xian's naive information. He carefully read the art performance announced by Dongda Art Media, smiled lightly, and shook his head.

I feel that I have really thought too much.

Tokyo University Art is not worthy of my attention. Chuo District's ace Mori Miha and Narita District's ace Akagi Ryousuke are both existences that have been stepped on by me. How boring.

"Aren't you angry about what those people from Waseda said?" asked the orthodox female principal of Keio Private School.

"It doesn't matter." Shen Huiling stretched, "What a big deal, it's not like I haven't been scolded before."

"What do you think of that boy from Dongda University of Arts?" the female principal then asked.

"I like my temper very much, but after all, strength still speaks on the stage, so I don't intend to be polite. It's better to defeat those who can be easily defeated." Shen Huiling said lightly, "In this way, what he said tonight Aren’t those words just embarrassing words?”

"As expected of you, such a person is not worthy of your eyes." The team member next to him said with a smile.

"Why?"

Shen Huiling propped up her chin and squinted her eyes, almost falling asleep.

...

Ansanji walked to the steps of the auditorium, stepped across the sea of ​​people, and stared at the young man's leaving figure.

Before that, there was only one person he was interested in, and that was a writer with the pen name Shi Shen. He has not been found yet. His old man had just woken up in the intensive care unit and was clamoring to see the Supreme Literary Award. shortlisted works.

The old man read the book one by one, and stayed on the "The Great Gatsby" for a long time. He read the book five times while holding his sick body, and finally said softly - this book is very good. Great, it’s like writing about the last carnival before the economic bubble. This era is coming to an end, and so is this bad old man like me. But now I feel at ease. He must be a great person to be able to write such a work. ? Could it be that God has pity on me and wants me to see a new literary star rising before I die?

"This book is a criticism of this era." The old man said, "Ah Zhi, I want to meet him, please grant my wish."

Where is this person? Ansanji has been looking for him for a long time, but has never been able to find him. He even considered using his own media to find him, but as the leader of the literary club, he cannot let the outside world see what he is thinking.

Now, there is one more person who is interested.

A very arrogant young man.

Ansanji leaned against the railing, took off his glasses and wiped them. His sharp eyes were instantly exposed to the air. He put his glasses back on and became the gentle man again.

He watched the boy leave.

By coincidence, the searchlights cruising in the venue happened to hit the young man, illuminating his back with a brilliant light.

Before taking the last step to leave the venue, Yuxian Zhisheng slowly turned back and stared at this dazzling light, his eyes seeming to be nostalgic.

He took that step and his figure disappeared in the darkness and light.

The heavy rain in Tokyo seems to have no end.

As soon as he walked out of the club, he took out his mobile phone and called Miyamoto Yukiko. He didn't care about other people's praise and cheers. He just wanted to hear whether Yukiko saw his performance.

But no one answered.

On the way back to the hotel, Yu Xian kept dialing.

Finally the call was connected, and after a few words of "Moses, Moses" came from her, there was no reply, only the dull purring of a cat.

...

Hundred Days of Free Campaign.

Day one.

In the early morning, it was still raining lightly.

Tokyo is still busy. This top city with a population of tens of millions is breathing in the drizzle and swallowing the heat of the world. There is no time to rest for a day. It is recovering from the huge wounds in the economic bubble, wrapped in pain, and condensed into eternity. of scars.

Shirasawa Rie stopped the taxi, opened her umbrella and walked out.

This was the first time she came to Miyamoto Yukiko's home.

The door was not locked.

Shirasawa Rie gently pushed the door open and entered.

It was a mess to the eye, beer cans were scattered everywhere, and the food on the table was put down after taking a few bites.

The beautiful woman on the sofa was wearing a thin nightgown and was sleeping soundly. Her sleeping posture was very inelegant. Her two round white legs were hanging down. It looked like she didn't even wear underwear after taking a shower.

The phone was still in her hand before she hung up.

Shirasawa Rie couldn't help but smile.

Last night, the boss didn't hang up the phone and fell asleep listening to her snoring.

The first thing he did after waking up was to go home and see what was going on.

Nothing happened, this guy slept soundly, but he drank too much, and he was probably feeling very sad.

Haha, let you insist every day that you want to see him go away, and you will feel relieved when he goes far away. Good guy, you have just been away from home for less than a day, and you miss him so much that you want to drink to drown your sorrows. to the extent.

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