Everyone was present. After the director announced that "Season 2 has officially started filming", all the guests were invited to the center of the studio.

The marketing account continued its livestream: "Guys, it looks like we're going to take a group photo. Let's see who will be the center of this year's "Failure Online" (or rather, "Fa Online"). Friendly reminder, last season's center was the first top star to fail, Wan Xiang."

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh: "Counting the time, Wan Xiang has been in there for two years. I wonder if he's familiar with the sewing machine by now?"

The live broadcast room burst into laughter:

[The host is really good at slandering people. Tsk tsk tsk, isn't it because Wan Xiang is in jail that fans are afraid to make trouble, so he dares to say that? If Wan Xiang hadn't been in jail, fans would have turned your live broadcast room upside down!]

[Ahem, everyone, let me explain something. The host is wrong. Actually, operating a sewing machine is just one of the jobs. There are also several other jobs, such as making umbrellas, making data cables, and sewing sheets. I don't know which job Wan Xiang does. Would fans consider buying a data cable to show their support?]

[Pfft, the person above is so mean. Thanks for the scientific information. I've learned more about strange and useless things. Who would have thought that the man who used to have everything he wanted, never stayed in a hotel other than a five-star hotel, and would even spend a thousand yuan a bunch on grapes, would now be sewing on his own machine? It's truly amazing to think about it. So, please don't cross the legal line.]

After explaining the world after "entering", netizens in the live broadcast room began to discuss the C position this time:

[I guess it's Park Soon-hyung. After all, he's an award-winning actor, has a high status, and carries a lot of weight.]

I think it should be Brother Chihao. He's definitely a top star. Didn't you notice that after he came, the live broadcast room has seen millions of new viewers? With such a large number of viewers, the production team must be very happy. It's normal to give him the center position.

Why can't it be our Xinyue? We're no worse than Zhang in terms of traffic, okay? Don't rely on your fans' loud voice to demand this and that!

[666, I'm impressed by the ranking cancer above. This is just the beginning. Every time we take a photo, you all want to fight for the ranking and grab the C position. Are you going to die if you don't?! Didn't you hear the host say that the previous C position has been selected? Tsk tsk tsk, keep fighting. It would be better if you all get in and keep the previous C position company.]

[It doesn't matter. Yu Shao won't be the center anyway. He's just a fool. He doesn't deserve it. 狗头.jpg.]

[I don't think the C position should belong to our Xiaoyi. I don't even want her to participate. It would be great if she could turn it down.]

Amidst the clamor of fans, the director walked directly to Wen Qianqian and led her to the center: "Miss Wen, please come this way."

Wen Qianqian nodded and followed him.

The marketing account loudly announced: "Family, the C position has been decided. Congratulations to our District C officer, Miss Wen Qianqian!"

The few fans in the live broadcast room suddenly went silent.

Passersby and netizens were jubilant:

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.】

Let them fight, let them argue, but in the end, no one was chosen. The director's choice is pleasing.

Wen Qianqian stood in the middle, and the other people also stood in order according to the positions arranged by the director. There was a flash of jealousy and unwillingness in Yan Xinyue's eyes. Pu Shun frowned with some impatience. Zhang Chihao glanced at Wen Qianqian out of the corner of his eye, thinking about something from time to time. Yu Shao hummed a song as if no one was around, and Zeng Fanyi lowered her head and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Seeing Yu Shao humming in the live broadcast room, I couldn't help but tease:

[I admire this silly guy, his painting style is different from everyone else's. ]

[When others are socializing, I'm humming. When others are fighting for C, I'm humming. No matter what others do, I'm humming. I can't say anything about others, but someone like Yu Hanhan will definitely not fail.]

"Everyone please stand in your seats. I'll say 3, 2, 1 and start shooting," the director was directing from the side, and the photographer had already raised the camera.

"Okay, 3, 2, 1!" Following the director's command, the photographer pressed the shutter button continuously.

The photos were taken, and the director walked over to the photographer to look through them with him. After looking at them for a while, he was generally satisfied. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Yan Xinyue running over, her voice delicate and sweet:

"I'm sorry, Director. I smiled for too long just now, and my facial expression didn't look natural. Can you take it again?"

The director frowned, a little displeased.

The marketing account quickly went live: "Breaking news, breaking news, something's wrong. Yan Xinyue doesn't like the expression in the photo, so she wants to retake it."

Before other netizens could say anything, Yan Xinyue’s fans had already flooded the screen with comments:

What's wrong with reshooting? If it's not good, you should reshoot it. It's responsible for your job. Why are you not allowing people to reshoot? 】

The fan above is almost done. If she were shooting for a magazine, she could reshoot it 100 times if she wanted, but this is a group photo. Why should others do it again just for her?

Do you think Yan Xinyue is too demanding of herself? It's just a group photo, and if it's not good, there's still post-production. Why did she rush over to take a new photo? I don't think she even closed her eyes just now. Is there anything that post-production can't save?

It would have been fine if she hadn't run over, but as soon as she did, I felt like her expression was a little broken, even the coquettish expression she had when she was talking to the director was a little broken. Did she have plastic surgery?

[You're bullshitting! You're the one who had plastic surgery, your whole family has. Our Xinyue is clean. Her appearance has changed in the six years since her debut. Stop spreading rumors here!]

[That's right, stop spreading rumors here. If you keep forcing us to send the screenshots to Xinyue Studio, I'll sue you to death!]

[…I deleted the reply above. The fans of a certain person are really powerful. I can’t afford to offend them. I can’t afford to offend them.]

…

The director was also a little annoyed at this time, but Yan Xinyue opposite him kept pestering him, so the director had no choice but to look at Wen Qianqian and ask for her opinion. After seeing her nod, he breathed a sigh of relief and rescheduled the shooting.

"Thank you, director. Can we delete the previous photos?" Yan Xinyue said sweetly.

The director had no choice but to say, "This is just the first time. It won't happen again."

After the first group photo was taken, the director waved his hand and said to all the guests, "The group photo is over. Next we will change the background and take a few more group photos and individual photos of each person."

He checked the time. "We need to change the background and adjust the equipment, so it's going to take a while, maybe half an hour. I've arranged a lounge for you. I'll have my assistant take you there shortly. Go wait in the lounge and have some tea."

"Okay, thank you, director." Yan Xinyue smiled sweetly and agreed very well in front of the director. However, before she reached the lounge, she glanced at her assistant and said directly: "I'm not going. My feet hurt. I want to go back to the nanny car to rest." After that, she walked away in her 12-centimeter high heels, twisting her waist without looking back.

Park Shun glanced at her back, thought for a moment, and whispered, "I'm leaving too." Then he followed her out.

Yu Shao, who was humming a song, and Zeng Fanyi, who was standing next to him, exchanged glances. Zeng Fanyi hesitantly explained, "Assistant, Miss Wen, let's go back to the nanny car first and come over shortly..."

After saying that, he and Yu Shao left the rest room together.

In the end, only Wen Qianqian was left in the lounge, along with Zhang Chihao and his assistant, who came alone since his agent was not there.

"You two take a rest first. I'll go get you some tea and snacks." After saying that, the assistant also left the lounge, closing the door.

In the hall, all the guests have left, and the staff are busy setting up the venue and adjusting the equipment. Even the heat in the live broadcast room has cooled down.

This wasn't what the marketing account wanted to see, so he rolled his eyes and interacted with netizens: "Family, the guests have gone to rest. The director said they will be back in about half an hour. Let's have a prize-winning guessing game. Let's guess who will fail first?"

After saying that, he initiated a vote in the live broadcast room:, setting the time to 15 minutes.

Option 1: Cool and quiet Park Soon

Option 2: The Cold and Exiled Immortal Zhang Chihao

Option 3: Beautiful and charming Yan Xinyue

Option 4: Dasha Yu Shao

Option 5: I feel pity for Zeng Fanyi

Option 6: Wen Qianqian (crossed out), this is impossible to translate

Option 7: Do not translate

Option 8: Translate both

As soon as netizens saw the voting, they became interested and the following time became a fan melee, avoiding their own brothers and sisters and voting for others.

Fifteen minutes later, the marketing account began announcing the voting results: "Friends, the voting results are really surprising. Without further ado, I will announce it now. Applause!"

"Wen Qianqian ranked last in the netizens' vote for failure, with a 0.5% chance, which is negligible. Yu Shao ranked second to last, with 6% and Zeng Fanyi tied for 6%. Zhang Chihao ranked third from the bottom, with 7.5%. Pu Shun ranked fourth from the bottom, with 10%. Yan Xinyue ranked fifth from the bottom, with 12%. She has the highest predicted failure probability of anyone so far."

The marketing account smiled at the camera and said, "I wonder if she will come in first?"

Then he changed the subject: "But, everyone, do you want to know what the top-ranked option was? The answer is revealed right now! Ding ding ding ding ding ding, the answer is 'all failed'! A staggering 55% of netizens chose 'all failed'!"

The marketing account pretended to beat its chest and stamp its feet: "Family members, tell me honestly, are you here to watch the legal program, or to watch the fun and stir up trouble?"

Netizens laughed and laughed:

[Tsk, you're asking even though you already know the answer. Doghead.jpg.]

[Anchor, what do I want to see? Don’t you understand? Dog head.jpg.]

If it weren't for the car overturn, oh no, the rule of law, do you think I would come to see you? Dog head holding a flower.jpg.

[Hey, man, you need to have some idea of ​​your position. Keep broadcasting gossip. Oh, no rule of law, don't force me to kneel down and beg you!]

…

When everyone in the live broadcast room was noisily and cheerfully discussing who would be the first to fail, suddenly some netizens noticed that there was something wrong with the content of the live broadcast.

???

After she was sure she wasn't mistaken, she quickly posted in the livestream: [Host, host, there's something in the upper left corner of the screen. Move aside! Move your livestream phone to the upper left!]

After she said this, netizens in the live broadcast room followed her to see: [Ah, there is something, it feels like a screen, what is it showing? ]

The anchor was bombarded with comments from netizens and also noticed the situation behind him. He turned around in confusion and found that there was a large screen of the TV station behind him. The director just said that he needed to adjust the equipment, so the screen was divided into three parts by the debugging personnel, each broadcasting different content.

I don’t know if there was a problem with debugging or what, but the shooting location of one of the screens was turned into the guest lounge. At a glance, you can see Zhang Chihao and Wen Qianqian inside.

The host suddenly realized that there was a problem with the TV station's debugging. The big screen was connected to the camera in the guest lounge. Now it was a live broadcast on the big screen.

So, the anchor turned his phone around without thinking and immediately filmed the big screen.

In the picture, Wen Qianqian seemed too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Chihao. She stood at the table with her back to him, playing with her phone. Zhang Chihao sat behind her, staring at her back with lustful eyes.

Because the anchor adjusted the position of his phone, netizens only felt the phone flash, and then they saw Zhang Chihao's lustful face.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned for a moment:

[Oh my god, what's going on? Is this really Zhang Chihao?! He looks so creepy!]

Oh my god, I got goosebumps all over my body. Why does he look like that? Isn't he the legendary "high-class beauty"? Isn't he aloof from women? Why does he look like a boar in heat... so scary.

【Oh my god, I am disgusted by him. 】

However, Zhang Chihao in the lounge was completely unaware. His gaze moved around Wen Qianqian's waist, and then was looking at her legs. As he looked, lust flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile crookedly.

This smile almost made all the fans in the live broadcast room laugh to death:

[This is really Yue. Why does he look at other girls like this? It's so disgusting! ]

[Fuck, he's so greasy I'm dying, help me, after all, they used to say he was a high-class beauty, it's so greasy, I want to vomit.]

[That smile is enough to send me packing... Damn, isn't that the same smile worn by rapists in TV dramas? He could practically be acting himself, okay?]

Zhang Chihao even felt that it was not enough. His eyes swept over Wen Qianqian's legs. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He smiled greasyly, stretched out his right index finger and put it to his mouth. Then he stretched out his tongue with thick yellow coating and licked the index finger.

The live broadcast room completely exploded, and the screen was flooded with comments so much that even the words could not be seen clearly:

My eyes, my eyes! Help!

[Oh my god, I've never seen such a disgusting person in my life. He's actually still an idol. I almost vomited the food I ate last year!]

[Help! Where are Zhang Chihao's fans? Are you crazy? You like this guy?]

After watching for a long time without any fans saying anything, I guess they were too embarrassed to leave the live broadcast room overnight and go to the eye emergency room, right?

[This is so disgusting. I'm starting to feel resentful towards the host. I've done good deeds all my life, so why do you have to show me this?! ! !]

At this time, some netizens remembered the previous rollover topic:

[Okay, I'm announcing that the new season's car crash is online, and it's even earlier than the first season's. The main film hasn't even started yet, and someone's already crashed.]

[Yes, I never expected that the first character to fail would be the legendary aloof beauty. Oh my god, thinking of his previous role as aloof god, I just want to vomit now.]

[To reply to the above, I also feel that although his behavior is not illegal, in my mind he has already failed.]

The two people in the lounge had no idea they were visible outside. Zhang Chihao looked at Wen Qianqian's figure, his heart surging with emotion. The memories of two years ago lingered in his mind again. He licked his fingers and stood up, taking two steps closer. "Qianqian, it's been two years since we last met. How come you've become so beautiful again?"

He looked at the police uniform on Wen Qianqian and gave her a lewd smile: "Qianqian, did you borrow these clothes specifically for the show?"

His eyes turned to her and his voice was greasy: "It looks quite like that. The clothes show off your figure, hehehe."

Wen Qianqian paused, and after hearing what he said, she immediately understood what this silly pig meant. He still thought that she borrowed the uniform just to get attention and participate in the show.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shake her head. It was obvious that this idiot spent his days living a life of debauchery, indulging in sensual pleasures. He didn't pay attention to the outside world and lacked common sense. He didn't know that her civil service exam had dominated Weibo's trending topics for a week, and he didn't know that it was illegal for outsiders to wear police uniforms.

People like him, who are obviously good for nothing, were chosen by capital by chance, and have been arrogant and insolent ever since. She didn't even need to think too much to guess how stupid and arrogant he was outside the spotlight.

"Get out of the way!" Wen Qianqian didn't even bother to nod, and was even too lazy to pay attention to him.

But he became excited and looked around like a thief. When he found that there was no camera, he twisted the corner of his mouth and gave that greasy and self-righteous smile.

The netizens in the live broadcast room have gone from just watching the show to collectively vomiting. After seeing this scene, the last few people who had been holding back couldn't help but vomit.

[Oh my god, who said he was clean and fresh before? Make her watch this video a hundred times.]

[Holy shit, what the hell is this idiot doing? Why do I feel like he's up to something bad?]

[The person above also felt the same way, didn't he? I originally just thought he was disgusting, but when he darted his eyes around to see if there was anyone around, my hair stood on end. What is he trying to do?]

[Ahhhhhhh, can anyone notify Wenzi? I feel like this guy wants to do something to Wenzi, ahhhhhh, no!]

[Wen cub, run!]

Before the subtitles on the fan screen finished floating, Zhang Chihao in the lounge curled his lips, licked his lips, slowly walked behind Wen Qianqian, stretched out his dirty hands, and was about to touch her buttocks.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was tense to the extreme:

[Run! Run! Run!]

[Ahhhhhh, don't touch my piglet, get out of here, stinky pig!]

[This idiot really thought no one saw him doing this without restraint, right? It looks like he does this kind of thing all the time. It makes me so angry!]

However, when Zhang Chihao slowly approached, Wen Qianqian already felt that something was wrong with him, but she did not move. She first glanced at the corner of the room to confirm that there was a camera. Then, as soon as Zhang Chihao stretched out his hand, she seized the opportunity, turned around suddenly, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped on his back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts!" Zhang Chihao fell facefirst to the ground, screaming in pain.

Hearing that he still had the strength to speak, Wen Qianqian curled her lips coldly and stepped on him a little harder: "Two years ago, I had no evidence to sue you, so I let you get away with it for two years. Now that I've caught you red-handed, you still want to run away?"

Zhang Chihao opened his mouth to say something, but Wen Qianqian was stepping on his back, which felt like a heavy weight. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath and started coughing violently, and couldn't even utter the last word.

The live broadcast room was instantly filled with joy:

【Ahhhhhhh, Wenzai is okay, that's great! 】

[I heard that police officers are the most handsome, and I cannot refute this!]

[I'm so scared, I'm glad Wenzai is okay. Woohoo, this rubbish is so tempting. Where are this idiot's fans? If you guys don't stop being his fans, I'll curse you to death!]

[Good kick, kick him to death! Better kick this dead pig's dick out and let him go wild!]

Outside the lounge, the chief director also discovered a screen bug. When he saw Zhang Chihao so boldly reaching out to touch Wen Qianqian, he was scared to death.

She was originally a guest who came to participate in the program on behalf of the official. If something went wrong during the recording of the program, how would he explain it to the police and to the society?

The director felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and without saying a word, he ran to the lounge. Several people around him were stunned for a moment, then immediately came to their senses and followed him. They ran to the door of the lounge, kicked it open, and just as they were about to stop Zhang Chihao with flushed faces, they found that he was being stepped on by Wen Qianqian and coughing violently.

The director immediately felt relieved, let out a long breath, and resisted the urge to applaud.

"Are you okay?" The director looked at Wen Qianqian and asked with concern.

Zhang Chihao was trampled on the ground by Wen Qianqian and couldn't move. When he saw the director, he felt like he had found his savior. He quickly struggled to his feet and shouted, "Director, I'm in trouble! This woman suddenly hit me! Please save me!"

The director's eyes widened, stunned by his ability to turn the tables, and he was speechless for a long time.

Wen Qianqian was too lazy to pay attention to him. Seeing that he could still speak, she increased the strength of her foot, causing Zhang Chihao to scream in pain again.

She looked at the director, pointed at the camera in the room and said, "He's up to something bad. The surveillance camera should have recorded it. You can check it later."

"Is there a surveillance camera?" Zhang Chihao stopped struggling and trembled with fear. He looked around and thought that no one was around before he took action. How could there be a surveillance camera?

The director shook his head: "No need, the screen just malfunctioned and we saw it all from outside."

"Ah? What did you say?" Zhang Chihao was completely confused. Could it be that not only was there a surveillance camera in this room, but the surveillance footage was also being broadcast live?

So, how many people saw it? Zhang Chihao's whole body instantly turned cold, as if he was in Antarctica.

Finally realizing he had gotten into trouble, Zhang Chihao no longer cared about being trampled on the ground and screamed desperately: "Call my agent over here, call Wang Zhen over here, I want to see him! I want to see him!"

At this time, the screen outside was finally repaired, and the live broadcast in the lounge came to an abrupt end. The live broadcast room was filled with regret:

[Hey, I was watching something exciting, why did it suddenly stop? ]

I really want to know what they're talking about in the break room. Ahhhhh, I'm so anxious! Please give the onlookers a clear answer!

[By the way, has Zhang Chihao completely fallen from grace? Who would dare hire him anymore? His greasy, sleazy face has left a psychological scar on me. I don't believe any company would be so brave as to hire him.]

What's that guy up there thinking? He's trying to molest the police officer. There's evidence, so just wait till he goes in. Don't even think about appearing on screen again for the next 10,000 years.

[Hey, I'm the director and I'm about to cry. The main film hasn't even started yet, and we've only filmed one promotional video and it's already gone awry. How are we going to film the rest? It seems the curse of the first season is still continuing. The rest of the brothers and sisters, take it easy!]

…

Imperial Capital Hospital.

Wang Zhengang accompanied his father to get the injection. After his father fell asleep, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to watch the live broadcast. In fact, he was very nervous. After all, he had always been with Zhang Chihao before, and he never left for a moment as long as there was an activity.

This was the first time that Zhang Chihao attended an event by himself. Wang Zhen knew what kind of rotten thing he really was. In his mind, Zhang Chihao was like a vampire who couldn't stand the sunlight. He could be bright and handsome and noble in the dark, but once his true self was exposed to the public, he would immediately be reduced to ashes.

Wang Zhen pondered this, but then thought, "How could he possibly be so unlucky?" It was just a promotional video, which would only take a day. He wouldn't have to make any speeches, and there were five other guests present. How big a mess could he possibly cause on his own?

There's a high probability that nothing will happen, Wang Zhen comforted himself.

But the moment he opened the live broadcast room, he saw Zhang Chihao smiling greasyly and stretching his claws towards Wen Qianqian's buttocks. He was so scared that he felt like his heart was about to jump out.

It’s over, everything is over. Wang Zhen pinched his solar plexus, too lazy to even read the follow-up, and just turned off his phone.

Somehow, he felt relieved, as if he had anticipated this day would come. After all, if you walk by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Even if he tried his best to clean up the mess, he couldn't stop Zhang Chihao from constantly courting disaster.

Well, finally freed, Wang Zhen felt relieved and even picked up his phone to Baidu "How many years will the prison sentence be for assaulting a police officer?"

…

In the lounge, the director looked at Zhang Chihao and sighed, then looked at Wen Qianqian solemnly: "I'm sorry, Officer Wen, because of my negligence, you almost got hurt. On behalf of the program team, I solemnly apologize to you." After that, he bowed.

Wen Qianqian immediately kicked Zhang Chihao away and helped the director up: "You don't have to apologize, this is not your fault."

"Officer Wen?" Zhang Chihao sat on the ground and repeated the name, looking confused. He still didn't understand the situation.

Finally, Wen Qianqian glanced at Zhang Chihao lying on the ground with disdain and asked the director, "Director, how do you think we should handle this?"

The director immediately said seriously: "Call the police, of course we should call the police, don't worry, I'll call right away."

Wen Qianqian nodded, silently approving in her heart. In fact, she asked the director back just to see his reaction. Fortunately, he did not think of making a big deal out of a small matter for the sake of the program crew.

"Call the police?" Zhang Chihao panicked immediately when he heard the word "call the police". He was illiterate about the law. He relied on his capital power and fans to often make advances on actresses in the same crew, and never realized that this was against the law.

"Don't call the police!" He got up from the ground in panic and hugged the director's thigh: "Don't call the police, don't call the police!" He shouted, trembling all over.

After saying that, he widened his eyes and looked at everyone in the room: "Don't call the police, I'll give you money! You name a price, I'll give you whatever it is!"

Wen Qianqian sneered and ignored him.

The director quickly shook him off and said sternly, "It's already happened. There's no point in regretting it. You know what? This is called intentional indecency and assault on a police officer. No amount of money will help!"

After saying that, he ignored him, signaled his assistant to keep an eye on the man, and turned around to call the police.

"Intent on attacking the police?" Zhang Chihao was stunned in place. Finally reacting, his voice trembled violently: "Are you a police officer?"

Wen Qianqian glanced at him with a half-smile and said nothing.

Zhang Chihao understood and immediately collapsed to the ground.