number one idol

Chapter 65 In the Newspaper
first?
He Xiao couldn't believe it the first time he saw it. He sat up straight and stared at the phone carefully.

That line of text is so real!
Although there is only one day, even though it is only once, it is still an honor!
Because He Xiao didn't spend a penny, and didn't scan the list once, this trending search was not bought, but rushed up with real data.

At the same time, the number of He Xiao's fans is also growing savagely.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, many people have already woken up. Some people missed the excitement of last night. After seeing the trending search this morning, they will definitely click in curiously, and then they will either become fans or laugh at He He in their minds. began to have an impression.

"This little brother can do it."

"Sings well."

"The composition is excellent."

"It's kind of turning pink."

"..."

Similar comments appeared one after another on Weibo.

What made He Xiao most happy was that his number of fans increased by 180 million overnight.

The former Su Minrui didn't gain so many fans overnight after the show was broadcast, only a half of He Xiao's level.

Later, as word-of-mouth of the show fermented and the hits on the Internet got higher and higher, he gradually accumulated to the million mark.

In fact, without buying fans, it is already quite amazing to gather millions of followers, which shows that this person must have his own uniqueness.

Su Minrui relies on singing skills and a good external image, while He Xiao relies purely on talent.

Appearance has never been He Xiao's strong point. Among ordinary people, he is a handsome and clean boy. It is not an exaggeration to call him a handsome guy. He becomes an ordinary person.

Fortunately, He Xiao has always followed the route of a powerful idol, and never thought of being a traffic niche.

After passing the assessment, a big stone fell in my heart.

He hardly slept that night, he couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to, and it was very painful. He didn't sleep for a while until dawn, and he was still in a light sleep, and woke up as soon as the sun shone.

This has never happened before. When he was in his hometown, he was used to being at ease. He really slept like a dead pig, and he might not be able to wake up with drums and gongs in his ears.

What impressed me the most was that one year during the Spring Festival, someone set off firecrackers outside, and he slept on the kang in the back room. They set off the firecrackers for half an hour, and he slept for half an hour, which was called heavy.

"Every day, I'm in a trance."

He Xiao said to himself, went to the bathroom and rubbed his face.

As a poor guy who comes from a humble background and is about to enter the entertainment circle, any sign of trouble is enough to make him tense up and pay attention, who made him a complete newcomer.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, and putting on clean clothes, He Xiao went downstairs to buy breakfast.

Bang bang bang!
He Xiao, who didn't wait to leave the house, heard the sound of windows being tapped from the balcony, which startled him. This is the eleventh floor, who can come up and tap the windows?Haunted?

He grabbed the broom casually and walked over, but he didn't see anyone outside the window, but he saw it on the balcony next door to his house.

The two balconies are quite close to each other, and they both have transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, so you can see a corner of the living room from each other.

And the next door is naturally room 1111 where the landlord's sister lives.

That's right, it was Zhang Xuran who shot the window.

She was yawning, wearing loose pajamas, with two long bare legs, stepping on the floor with bare feet, looking at this side through the window.

"You... go downstairs... bring me a copy..."

There was a voice, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He Xiao looked at the shape of his mouth for a long time before he understood what it meant.

Feelings want him to help bring breakfast.

He Xiao couldn't laugh or cry, "Hey, that's why you patted the windows early in the morning? You're really annoying!"

"What? You said I'm a nuisance?" Seeing He Xiao opened his mouth, Zhang Xuran answered in a wrong way.

"...Okay, you'd better rest." He Xiao didn't bother to talk to her, and replied perfunctorily, took the key, took the elevator and went downstairs.

The location of Zhang Xuran's two houses is quite good. There are various shops outside the door, such as barber shops, snacks, and supermarkets.

He Xiao wandered to the Lanzhou Hotel, a national chain, ordered two bowls of beef noodles without beef, and took them home.

When passing by the newsstand, he couldn't hold back, went up and rummaged to see if there were any reports about him.

The Beijing News?No!

Beijing Morning News?No!
Oriental Morning Post?No!
He Xiao searched several times, but couldn't find what he wanted.

"Boss, do you have entertainment newspapers here? I want the latest one." He didn't give up, and asked the newsstand owner who was playing with his mobile phone.

"Yes, these are new arrivals." The boss picked up a stack of newspapers and handed them over without looking up.

On the top newspaper called "Taihu Entertainment Morning News", there is a logo for the "Voice of Dream" column, and below it are Xiao Wangnian, An Miaoxuan and his photos.

At the same time, there was an eye-catching headline, "Tian Wang's mentor met a folk master by chance, and his face turned red."

I have to say that this kind of introduction is quite cheap. It is obviously an ordinary consultation, but it is written indescribably.

"One piece and two, take it away if you want it." After the boss handed over the newspaper, he looked up at He Xiao as he said it, but after looking at it, he felt something was wrong.

Comparing the photos in the newspaper with He Xiao, the boss was stunned for two seconds, and said in disbelief, "You...you are He Xiao, right? I watched the show last night, it was so wonderful!"

He Xiao was taken aback, this was the first person he recognized from his walk downstairs this morning.

"It's me, you got it."

Humbly admitting his identity, the boss was immediately excited. The newspaper said that he would not charge any money, so he would give it to He Xiao for nothing.

The enthusiasm came suddenly, and he couldn't stop it, so He Xiao had no choice but to leave the newsstand with beef noodles and free newspapers.

It's on the trending search, and it's in the newspaper.

It is estimated that the network hits of the program will not be bad.

Because the data of the first two issues of "The Voice of Dreams" are there, this issue must be only high but not low.

So next, He Xiao really doesn't have to do anything, just sit at home and wait for the heat to continue fermenting, and fame will follow automatically.

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.

He Xiao passed by room 1111 like a normal person, and when he got home, he poured the beef noodles out of the plastic bag and made a bowl with a bang.

Wiping his mouth, he burped loudly, and when he looked down, he saw an unopened bowl under his feet.

In an instant, the air was quiet.

"I'm stupid, forget about her!"

After two seconds of silence, He Xiao slapped his thigh before he remembered what happened to Zhang Xuran.

After touching the beef noodles that had been completely cold and still clumped together, He Xiao came to room 1111 in a hurry.

The door was left open, probably Zhang Xuran left it for him on purpose, so he rushed in directly.

The layout of the room was similar to that of his house, it was decorated by a team. Looking around, there was no one in the living room, no one in the bedroom, and the quilts were scattered there.

However, there was the sound of rushing water behind him. He Xiao turned around in doubt, and saw a separate bathroom directly opposite the bed. Through the curtain in the middle, a Miaoman could be vaguely seen. figure is taking a shower.

(End of this chapter)