A Guide to Pretending to Be a Heartthrob

New article "Class 1, Grade 3 [Infinite]" tells the story of a group of high school seniors with more resentment than ghosts fighting against a horror game. Student group portrait + unlimited flow + superpower, the copy is at the bottom~ * Copywriting of this article: Song Tingchao is weak and boring, but has an amazingly beautiful face. Even though he was just huddled in a corner, there was still a steady stream of suitors coming towards him. On the first day of the show, he received instructions from the director to collect the heartbeat values ​​of all the guests. The trendy and cool guy wearing earrings looks like a primary school student, and the look in his eyes almost says "I am interested in you" written on his face. The rich second-generation Qing Leng Bingshan tasted the noodles he made on the first day and followed him anywhere and anytime as if he had turned on automatic follow. The male elder in the dark and wet years had been staring at him since he entered the door. The designer with silver highlights rolls his eyes a hundred times a day and attacks everyone indiscriminately. Since discovering other people's liking for him, he approaches him with interest. Looking at this group of strange guests, Song Tingchao just wanted to go home quickly. It was impossible to go home. Song Tingchao's fingertips were trembling as she held the task card handed over by Director Shen. "Inadvertently made physical contact with all the guests at dinner." "Invite three guests to the amusement park and try to find a way to balance the situation." ... Is this right? Song Tingchao held Brother Ku's hand, and the other person's cheeks were slightly red: "Tingchao... Can you choose me tomorrow?" "But -" Song Tingchao saw the dank man coming from behind and braked urgently: "I have to think about it." After reluctantly comforting the wet male elder, Song Tingchao breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to find that the curly-haired puppy who had been silent all day was standing behind him at some point. Seeing him looking over, he lowered his eyelashes: "Are you hiding from me?" I don't know since when, the guests no longer had a dispensable attitude towards this stupid boy who approached him. His soft face, shy and jerky smile, and thin and slender figure all made them fall deeper and deeper into the trap. His clumsy, deliberate ingratiation was so obvious. But looking down and seeing his face so close, the guests only hoped that the smile on his face belonged only to them. * Shen Yanxi felt that Song Tingchao was easy to deceive. Even though he signed a formal contract, he still dared not speak out about his private changes. The tasks he jotted down will make this beautiful boy tremble with fear, and then he will do it honestly according to his requirements. He couldn't tell that the guests had noticed his foolish approach, and would only let out a long sigh of relief after completing the task. He is so easy to trick, so innocent, and so beautiful. However, after the show started airing, Director Shen sat in the studio and watched Song Tingchao being put on his shoulders by a male college student, whose eyes were dark and unclear. He broke the pen with a bang. The assistant next to me was obedient. Shen Yanxi forced a smile and stood up angrily when she saw the silver-haired man provoking Song Tingchao one after another. Director: "Director Shen, what's wrong with you?" "It's okay." Shen Yanxi could barely keep the smile on her face, "I bit my tongue." The show was being recorded as usual, and the popular young man who originally maintained his cool persona came to Song Tingchao again and again and begged him to send text messages to him. Shen Yanxi closed her eyes. After all, she could no longer suppress her emotions. The guests were playing script-killing, and he added a role for himself, running in to play the role of Song Tingchao's long-dead husband. The guests sent text messages, and he confiscated the staff's accounts to harass Song Tingchao. The guests went to the amusement park and he went to the haunted house to play NPC. On the final night, Song Tingchao received eight text messages. The bottom one is from the program team: I like you. ===================== Column pre-collection "Grade 3 Class 1 [Unlimited]" please collect it~ Copywriting: [Student group portrait + unlimited flow + superpower, the story of a group of senior high school students with more resentment than ghosts fighting against a horror game] Nanjiang No. 1 Middle School is the best key high school in Nanjiang City. It is also the only school in the city where you can bring mobile phones, perm and dye your hair, and wear casual clothes. Management is extremely loose. As for Class 1, Grade 3, as the best key science class in Nanjiang No. 1 Middle School, it is also the weirdest class in it. The mental state of the students in the entire class is very beautiful. The squad leader of the first class created his own sleep learning method. It is claimed that listening to lectures while half asleep and half awake can double your efficiency. Every time the bell rang, he would pull up his blindfold and fall asleep unconsciously. The two representatives of the science class argue with each other every day over who will deliver the homework, and they argue angrily eight hundred times in the circle of friends. Each formed their own gang, which can be regarded as a model of contemporary small groups. The Chinese class representative actively responded to the school's proposal to allow students to bring mobile phones. Not only did they bring mobile phones, but they also brought tablets and laptops to the school, and wore Bluetooth headsets to enjoy watching TV dramas. The study committee members are well aware of the importance of the Internet in contemporary times, and are determined to start self-media in high school. They bring several huge fill lights to live broadcast in the classroom every day as if there is no one around. And Xu Heng is just the most ordinary one among them. ​…Ignore the fact that he uses his mobile phone to vote for himself every day to vote for the school grassroots election. Until that evening self-study. Siwo's whiteboard flashed again and again, and the students below were doing their own thing without any surprise. Those who live broadcast are still broadcasting live, and those who are quarreling are also continuing to quarrel. "Bang——" The lights on the ceiling suddenly exploded, plunging the classroom into darkness. [Congratulations on being selected as high-quality players by the system] [Priority to enter the internal test server to experience the game copy] [Loading the copy "Opening the Door to Welcome Guests"] Horror game? For a group of high school seniors with abnormal mental state... How can a game be as scary as a high school senior? Reading Guide 1. Micro-group portrait, class 1 of senior high school is set as a small class, with a total of 15 students in the class. 2. Students are not perfect and may have suspicions and quarrels. 3. The attacker has reached adulthood. 4. Contains superpower and prop settings. 5. The copy was written on 25.8.19 Concept: Everyone has their own shining point