I’m Really a Superstar

Ten days later.

There is only one day left for the countdown to the Olympics!

More and more foreigners have appeared on the streets and alleys of the capital. When visiting tourist attractions such as the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, foreign delegations have long since arrived in Beijing and moved into the Olympic Village. Under the frantic bombardment of the media, the atmosphere of the Olympics has reached its extreme. These days, there is basically no other news in China. The focus is all on the Olympics, all the latest news about the athletes and the opening ceremony.

The same goes for foreign media.

Korean media: "An Yanxi was injured in training, or missed the Beijing Olympics! 》

Japanese media: "The flag bearer is determined, and the famous swimmer Obata will be the one! 》

Korean media: "The number of gold medals vows to be the first, vows to surpass China and the United States! 》

British media: "Lilian will attend the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics! 》

Canadian media: "Britain's first beauty Lilian sings the Olympic theme song! 》

This is the Olympic day!

The eyes of the world are focused on the capital!

...

Olympic village.

The main venue of the Olympic Games.

Many staff members are busy on the temporarily rebuilt stage, doing the final layout and confirmation work. There are constantly unrelated pictures on the huge big screen. They are testing shots and equipment. The atmosphere can be seen, and it is now ready for war.

Zhang Ye was laid back, sitting alone to answer the phone.

"Son, get more tickets!"

"Isn't it for you and my dad?"

"It's not enough. Elder Sister Zhou of the neighbourhood called me today, and she wants one."

"Hey, do you think it's Chinese cabbage? I can't get a few of these tickets."

"If you want any more, people want to go there to watch the opening ceremony, and your Aunt Chen, and Aunt Li, the old neighbours have asked me, can I not do it for others?"

"All right, let me ask."

"By the way, there is Lilian's autograph!"

"I haven't seen anyone. I don't know when the plane will arrive."

"Anyway, how many!"

"Okay, I know."

After a while, there were a few more calls.

Liao Yiqi called.

"Teacher Zhang."

"Ah, classmate Spinach."

"Please, please."

"Don't ask, you say?"

"Ms. Lilian's autograph, can you get one for me?"

"Khan, do you want too?"

"Yes, I have admired her for many years!"

"Okay, I will give you a request if I have a chance."

"Thank you so much! Haha, I will invite you to dinner later, you can choose any place!"

Then, Grandma Zhang Xia's phone number came to ask.

"Grandma Zhang."

"Xiao Zhang, is Lilian here?"

"Not yet."

"You want me an autograph?"

"Oh, do you want too?"

"My granddaughter likes her very much, she likes it crazy, she comes to grind me every day, and I'm so confused by her. Now it's you who can get in touch with Lilian up close. I must come to you for sure."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

"Thanks, haha."

This is not the first call Zhang Ye has ever received. In these ten days, he has received countless calls from friends or directly came to Zhang Ye’s studio. Many of them were for Lilian, the international superstar. Zhang Ye was shocked to discover that there are so many friends and family members who are Lilian's hard-core fans, such as Yao Jiancai's wife, Chen Guang's eldest niece, such as AMY, and his three cousins. It can be seen that this British No. 1 beauty is so attractive that Zhang Ye is looking forward to working with her more and more. He wants to see with his own eyes how sacred this legendary international superstar is.

Director Li Ke hurried past with a group of staff.

Zhang Ye greeted, "Director Li, haven't people arrived yet?"

Li Ke checked his watch, "It should be fast. I got off the plane two hours ago, maybe on the road."

Zhang Ye nodded, "Go ahead, then I'll go smoke a cigarette first."

Li Ke speechlessly said: "You don't allow smoking here. I'll go ahead. When people come, I will tell you that the chorus of the two of you is the most important part of the opening ceremony. Today, you must be a good place to practice singing. It’s all ready for you, and I’m leaving."

Zhang Ye waved his hand and got up and strolled outside the main venue.

There are staff and security personnel everywhere, and there are also a large number of volunteers. It is difficult for him to light a cigarette here, so he can only continue walking. Some volunteers secretly came to Zhang Ye for an autograph. The staff also quietly came to take photos with Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye would rarely refuse similar things unless it was an urgent matter. After satisfying everyone one by one, he put on big sunglasses and found one. The human aisle.

Look left, look right.

No one, go, just here!

Zhang Ye took out a cigarette, then took a box of matches, pinched a "brush", lit the cigarette, and smoked it happily. This guy kept saying that he wanted to quit smoking and drinking, but it was just talking, and he never saw any actual action. The matches were brought in with all his energy. The security check in the Olympic Village and the Olympic Stadium is strictly prohibited from lighters. Even the staff are no exception. Zhang Ye knows how many times he has been here. , So he simply changed the match and stuffed it into the cigarette case. After all, his identity was also there. It was impossible for the security personnel to check him too carefully, so the fire was brought in.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind!

Zhang Ye hurriedly tossed the cigarette and stomped it out with one foot. It was not a matter of showing off his face. If it was revealed that Zhang Ye smoked illegally at the Olympics, he would have to be hyped. Just about to leave quickly, I suddenly realized the sound of high-heeled shoes in my ears.

"Eh."

A female voice immediately sounded.

Seems to be calling him?

Zhang Ye turned his head reflexively, and then he was taken aback. The visitor was a tall woman, and a foreigner, her red hair was very conspicuous, and she should not be too old, but not too young, wearing a pair. Sunglasses are wider than Zhang Ye's glasses, so the exact age cannot be seen.

foreigner?

Which country is this athlete?

Or a foreign teacher in the coaching staff?

Zhang Ye looked at her and stammered in his bad English: "You-are-calling-me?" pointing to himself.

The red-haired woman smiled and said, "YES."

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "how...help...you" even the grammar is messed up!

The red-haired woman was also startled, "WHAT?"

Zhang Ye is still suffocating one word by one word. Foreign athletes have encountered difficulties. We can't ignore it, but the English level of this product can be described as ecstasy. The "soul English" he said, let alone foreigners. , The Chinese do not understand!

While Zhang Ye was holding a word, the red-haired old foreigner spoke amazingly!

Just listen to her smiling diligently: "I said, buddy, you almost mean English, you still speak Chinese, are you a Chinese friend?"

Zhang Ye is stupid!

The red-haired woman gracefully took out a cigarette and raised it towards Zhang Ye, "Nothing else, just saw you smoke, borrow a fire? My lighter narrowed the security check (take it away). "

Zhang Ye threw the match over blankly.

The red-haired woman answered in midair, "Haha, Thank-you."

When she clicked, she leaned her back against the wall, pulled it up, and threw the match back.

Zhang Ye caught it, his expression still bewildered, and the feeling was like seeing a ghost. Can you imagine a Caucasian female foreigner with a mouthful of authentic Beijing movies? I swear you that Beijing dialect is better than me! Still squinted? Do you still know what squinted mean?

This eldest sister is a god!

Zhang Ye was shocked!