Chapter 309 Dylan = Chen Daodao? ! The World Is Falling for Book Fans
Just when the entertainment news got the news and wrote articles quickly.
The film and television companies were not idle either. Since they couldn't shoot, they had to strive to find actors!
This opportunity was more important than Chen Xiao's previous movies.
Because not only was the production lineup luxurious, but the novel was already popular in many countries. If you can get a major role, it means that your status will skyrocket, and you may even get a very important award.
Not only that, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" obviously has a sequel. Once selected, the path of your life will definitely be greatly changed.
Even if you play a small role, it may make the global audience familiar with it quickly. You can also show your face in front of two major international directors and get a chance to soar to the sky!
It is a rare and precious opportunity in ten years.
In a short time, the artist management departments of various management companies quickly observed their own actors and contacted Oriental Media to try to squeeze people into the movie.
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On the other side, it was five o'clock in the evening.
After Xiao Luo sent out the news, he stood up and stretched.
Looking out the window, dark clouds rolled up in the sky, rolling towards this side, as if a Taoist friend was about to pass the tribulation.
There are indeed many people who are going to pass the tribulation tonight.
Xiao Luo drank a sip of water and looked at his watch.
Poor children, school is about to end.
However, except for fans of "Kung Fu", 5G surfers, and parents who are fans, most children should not know who Chen Xiao is?
I hope no one will tell the little fans of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" how much knife content the two words "Chen Xiao" have.
At 6 o'clock in the evening, in an old-fashioned community in the capital.
A boy was excited, looked at the elevator, and rushed upstairs in a hurry.
After rushing into the house, he threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went straight to the study at home.
"Mingyi, what's wrong with you?" Grandma followed quickly with a spatula in her hand and slippers.
Ming Yi pressed the computer power button, his face full of excitement, and panting, he said: "Grandma, my dad promised to let me play the game he bought for two hours."
Grandma suddenly realized, "I remember, your dad also asked me to time you, it doesn't count the meal time, you come out to eat at 6:30."
"Okay, I know."
Grandma walked out of the room and closed the door.
In the room, the boy excitedly put on the headphones and held the mouse.
Just when he was about to click on the game icon, a piece of news suddenly popped up in the lower right corner.
The boy pouted and impatiently moved the mouse over, ready to press the little red cross.
Just when he was about to press it, he caught a glimpse of the title of the news: The author of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is actually Chen Xiao? !
Ming Yi laughed directly.
So speechless.
He is a pure fan of "Kung Fu" who has watched the sixth time. Of course, he is also a little complainer who watched the finale of "The Divine Chef Xiao Fugui" on the eighth day of the first lunar month.
Brother Dao can write a novel like "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" that makes people experience friendship and be proud of Gryffindor?
The kitchen knife does not cut vegetables, but changes to a brush to write the words on the student letter?
This is even more ridiculous than his mother praising him for being a good boy after finding out that he got 58 points on the test paper.
Little Mingyi sneered in his heart, but his hand couldn't help but click in.
First, let's see how outrageous this statement can be spread?
Second, turn into a keyboard warrior before playing games to warm up your hands!
Half a minute later.
Mingyi stared blankly at the words "Xinxia Society" on the screen and the 70,000 comments, and suddenly felt his eyes go dark.
He rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the screen again.
But the words on the screen did not change at all.
"Ah? What the hell? The world is fake, right?"
Although he has not watched "To Live", he has seen the reactions of his brothers and sisters in the fan group, and even helped them to do bad things and tear other people's umbrellas.
Damn, this is what grandma said, feng shui turns around?
His umbrella was torn?
No way!
Forget about Xiao Fugui, he is just a friend.
But Hogwarts is really his dream!
When he thought about his good friends Ron, Hermione, and Neville being stabbed, he suddenly felt his nose sore.
Little Mingyi sniffed.
He is a man.
A man will not cry.
After he sat quietly for more than ten seconds, a light bulb went off in his head.
Is this news fake news?
Is it wrong?
There is definitely an answer in the 70,000 comments.
He quickly scrolled down and turned to the comment section.
"My dears, don't doubt it. Penguin Entertainment has also released the news. Both media outlets have directly contacted Oriental Media to confirm. It is absolutely true."
"Chen Gee. I feel powerless now because I have been spoiled."
"I can already imagine that there are a group of dead souls standing behind Harry."
"Brother Dao, if you dare to kill Principal Deng, I will name my pig to be slaughtered Chen Xiao! Unless you have the ability to kill Harry's owl and kill yourself directly, I will admit that you are a man."
"Upstairs, you fucking take back what you said! If he really kills "I'm going to fight Hedwig!"
"It's broken, isn't the Mirror of Erised used to hide knives?"
"What should I do? Brother, please let Ron, the little cutie, go ahead and let him go. I beg you."
"Stop talking, stop talking. Chen Gou might be watching the screen and write down all the things we're afraid of and put them in the book. Then we're done!"
"What should I do? I'm confused now. It's impossible not to read it. But I'm already sad."
"I have a good idea [dog head]. Brother Dao's fans must be devastated, right? Hahaha, everyone go and laugh at them!"
"Haha, who in the family understands? I am a fan of both Brother Dao and Harry Potter. I feel like I have ascended to heaven. What were the two groups arguing about a few days ago? What am I talking about? Who am I? Where am I?"
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Little Mingyi sighed and raised his hand to touch his heart.
His heart was chilled.
After more than ten seconds, he stood up and walked to the living room to get a cup of hot water. He sat on the sofa and looked sideways at the dark clouds outside the window.
With mental attacks and strange phenomena in the sky, can he build a foundation today?
Grandma asked in confusion: "Mingyi, you don't play games anymore?"
"I'm not in the mood. After all, my good friend may die. My school may experience... natural disasters."
Grandma was startled and hurried over, "Who is going to die? What's wrong with your school?"
"Ron, Hermione and Neville may be sacrificed. And Hogwarts is destined to a bloody future."
Grandma was stunned for a moment and was made to laugh.
She turned around and rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen.
Children have a second-year syndrome! This word is really literal.
As soon as I walked into the door, I heard my grandson behind me say: "Grandma, let's save the game time. I'll do my homework. Anyway, it's painful enough, let's make it even more painful."
"Go."
Behind her, Mingyi put down his water cup, walked back to the bedroom, and took out his homework with a heroic look.
A man, don't be sad.
Think about the people in the world who are more miserable!
The fans who praised Brother Dao and complained about Dylan before may be more miserable now.
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Another three hours passed, 9:10 in the evening.
I noticed that more and more actors and amateurs were cast in "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone".
At the same time, more and more victimized fans appeared.
At the gate of a high school in the capital, a long line of cars lined up.
High school student Xixi sat in the back seat of a private car, looking out the window and humming a song.
I was praised by the teacher during the evening study today, so I was very happy.
Just as she was humming, she heard a voice complaining from the window of the car next to her:
"Chen Xiao, my sincerity has really been wasted! It has been closed for hundreds of years..."
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