Chapter 469 Marketing Number

  An Chen drew on the phone for a long time. Although Ji Xuan and Ling Han didn't understand what An Chen was drawing, An Chen called the formation drawn on the phone the stream of consciousness.

   "It's almost time, isn't it? Should we go back to the gym?" Regarding the narcissism of a certain stinky kid named An, Ling Han chose to change the subject.

   "It's almost time to go." Ji Xuan agreed, and the two stood on both sides, directly pulled An Chen up from the chair, and then left the venue on hold.

   "Hey, what are you two doing? I can walk by myself, are you sure you won't let me down?" This look is so weird, An Chen always feels that they are going to sell themselves.

   "Hey hey, I forgot, forgot." The two smiled foolishly, and then put An Chen down.

"Chenchen, the number of votes in our video has caught up." Ji Xuan stared at the phone while walking, seeing that the number of votes was steadily increasing, and had already surpassed two colleges, Ji Xuan was very excited to the two people next to him Said.

  Their video voting time is one day shorter than other colleges, but the current voting results are still good, and it is very possible to get the first place when the voting ends.

   It's just that the current voting result is good, but there are some other news on the Internet.

   "An Chen mysteriously appeared at the Conservatory of Music!"

   "The relationship between An Chen and the dean of the music school!"

   "An Chen is looking for a relationship in advance to apply for the Conservatory of Music!"

   "Anchen Conservatory of Music playing big names? Why?"

   "What's hidden in the popular niche participating in the video shooting of the Conservatory of Music?"

  Marketing accounts, large and small, sent out illogical newsletters one after another as if they didn’t want money.

  But this time it looks okay. Although the writing is very unreliable, it is not too outrageous headline party.

   "These people have really rich imaginations!" Ji Xuan had already read enough of the articles posted by the marketing account, and really admired their imagination.

   "Let's pass it on, don't worry about them, if no one pays attention to them, they will stop dancing." An Chen didn't care at all, he was not afraid of the shadow slanting, and he didn't do anything wrong.

   "An Xiaochen, looking at it this way, your popularity in the marketing account is really not good. We have just arrived at the Conservatory of Music and there have been so many news." Ling Han said jokingly, just to ease the atmosphere.

   "Who said that? Of course I'm popular! Otherwise, why would they always stare at me and react faster than anyone else when something happens."

   "Then it's better not to be popular." Ji Xuan sighed and put away the phone.

  An Chen's current fame is too controversial. Her debut time is seriously out of proportion to her current number of fans, and there will always be people who are jealous.

  In the age of Internet information, one new force appears one after another. The word "popularity" may be replaced by another person at any time. The competition is really too great.

  Ji Xuan is now looking forward to the award ceremony of the film festival. Last time Fang Yan said that he heard some news. In the past few days, he has also heard some bits and pieces. An Chen is likely to win the award this time.

   There is a serious award, which can be regarded as an affirmation of acting skills. The current reputation and traffic are too erratic.

  Although an award cannot prove anything, it is also a kind of affirmation and a solid sense of security.

   An Chen yawned several times while walking, she was so sleepy now, so An Chen grabbed Ji Xuan and Ling Han's respective clothes, and dragged them forward slowly.

   This world is unique, everyone has to go home, cover the stars with cloth, and then touch the lights.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)