Actually, Fu Yingdi's voice wasn't very loud, but because of the earpiece and the amplifier, it was clear enough to transmit the sound.

The little girl's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and the people in the live stream went wild.

Fu Yingdi has always been known for his clean image and has never been associated with any romantic pairings. Occasionally, the media might speculate about him, but he would quickly clarify the situation. Sometimes, he might not be so quick to clarify for the sake of his work, but when the media interviews or asks him about it, Fu Yingdi always gives a definite answer: "Just friends."

He has always been a clear-headed and insightful person.

So if he says, "I have someone I like," then he definitely does, because Fu Jinxiao doesn't lie, and he certainly wouldn't do anything frivolous for the sake of the show's popularity. But that's precisely why the fans are even more excited:

"I don't care, this must be a joke."

"Who could it be? The paparazzi haven't managed to get even a single clue."

"He will definitely protect people very well."

"They probably said that to make the girl give up."

"Yes, yes, that must be it!"

Regardless, netizens are best at deceiving themselves. If other people's idols are dating, then wake up, idols are people too and they need to get married. But if their own idols are dating, then it's definitely a fake rumor and can't be believed.

But in any case, at least Fu Jinxiao's class has started.

The others' work was obviously not going so smoothly, especially Tuya, who was chopping wood and starting a fire in the kitchen, and Shen Xingchen, who was in charge of cooking. Neither of them were very good at cooking, with Shen Xingchen being the best. He couldn't even tell the difference between scallions and chives.

An Ran and Shen Xingsui were both cleaners. When they were getting cleaning tools from the kitchen, they saw a chaotic scene of extremes, which was truly eye-opening.

Tuya was trying to start a fire, but she couldn't get the fire going in the stove.

An Ran has always been a kind and understanding person: "Teacher Tuya, don't worry, take your time. This fire isn't easy to light, and it's your first time doing this, so you're probably not used to it yet. It's okay, don't rush."

Tuya forced a smile: "Thank you, Ranran."

Actually, because of Tuya International, although her Chinese is now fluent, the problem is that she has never actually used a traditional Chinese earthen stove!

Actually, there was a gas stove in the kitchen, but the production team probably didn't let them use it for the sake of making the show interesting. They even had the guests, who were not very good at using traditional stoves, start the fire. Their intention was to make everyone remember how hard life was back then.

The viewers in the live stream were also deeply moved:

"Ranran is so thoughtful."

"An Ran is such a kind person, she comforted Teacher Ya Ya."

After a while, Shen Xingsui came over. When he saw Tu Ya, who had been choked by the fire and whose face was covered in soot and whose delicate makeup was a bit messy, he quickly walked over and asked, "Teacher Ya, are you alright?"

Tuya was choking on the smoke. She pointed to the stove and said, "I tried to blow on the fire, but it just produces smoke."

Shen Xingsui discovered that using flammable materials like paper to ignite and fuel the fire was not very effective for the wood.

"It's alright, it's alright." Shen Xingsui smiled. He knew this, so he squatted down and said, "Let me do it. I'll help you start the fire, that will make things much easier for you."

Tuya was overjoyed. She had taken a liking to Shen Xingsui from the moment she started giving directions. It wasn't for any other reason than that she felt Shen Xingsui was inexplicably clean and sincere in the murky entertainment industry. She was even more happy to give up her seat, but then worriedly asked, "Won't that be against the rules?"

Shen Xingsui glanced at the camera crew behind her.

The photographer said, "As long as you finish your cleaning work and don't cause any delays, it's fine."

Shen Xingsui smiled and said to Tuya, "See, it's alright."

Tuya was relieved. Shen Xingsui helped her start a fire. It wasn't an easy task. He first put the small branches together, then lit a pile of flammable dry leaves. After burning them, he stuffed the pile into the stove. When the fire was burning, the heat was intense, making people sweat on their foreheads. Plus, there was soot, so their faces weren't very shiny.

However, Shen Xingsui still used the fire tongs to adjust the fire, put all the wood in and lit it until it could burn normally, then wiped it and said to Teacher Tuya next to him, "It's done."

Tuya's eyes lit up as she said, "Sui Sui, you're so amazing! How do you know how to do that?"

Shen Xingsui smiled shyly: "It's not difficult at all. Although I've never used it before, I tried it when I was at the Zhang family's house, they had a stove."

Tuya saw that he had wiped his face and ended up rubbing the dust off his hands onto his face as well, leaving two gray streaks on his fair cheeks that looked a little hot and uncomfortable. Touched, she gave him a hug, her voice burning with passion: "I love you so much."

Shen Xingsui took a step back and said, "No, I'm covered in sweat..."

Tuya didn't care at all: "I don't mind."

The viewers in the live stream were amused by this hilarious scene.

"These two are so cute."

"To be honest, saying nice things and doing them are two different things."

“An Ran tried to persuade him for a long time, but he didn’t actually do anything.”

“He worked for the Zhang family for over ten years, how could he not know?”

"Sui Sui is really good. He's not a very good talker, but he's honest and straightforward in his dealings with people."

"It feels like it's me."

"I'm not very good with words either, so seeing Sui Sui really moved me."

"Sui Sui reflects many aspects of ourselves, but he is also very optimistic and hardworking. I've become a fan!"

Shen Xingchen, who was behind, quickly pulled her away, saying, "Teacher, you have to stay away from my brother. He's still young. It's not appropriate!"

"Where is it too small?" Tuya joked, deliberately tugging at Shen Xingsui's clothes, "You're over twenty, at the age to be thinking about marriage!"

Shen Xingsui was both amused and exasperated.

Tuya teased him relentlessly, asking, "Does Sui Sui have someone he likes yet?"

When Shen Xingsui was asked this question, she choked up and blushed deeply. It was already hot there, and her blushing face made her shyness and embarrassment obvious to everyone. Her adorable appearance amused Tuya, who laughed heartily: "Our Xingsui has something on her mind too! Let me tell you, in the entertainment industry, you can tell me who you like, and I'll help you set them up~"

Shen Xingsui, enraged and embarrassed, shouted: "Sister Tuya!"

The three were interrupted from their playful banter only when the staff reminded them to continue cleaning. Although there were clearly four people in the kitchen, An Ran was completely ignored.

Not long ago, Shen Xingsui was an inconspicuous presence in the entire production team because of his unenthusiastic and reserved personality. But slowly, as time went by, he inexplicably became more and more open, like a dusty gem slowly revealing its luster. Wherever he was, one's own presence would gradually fade away, and this feeling was really terrible.

An Ran took a deep breath, looked at Shen Xingsui who was sweeping the tree-lined path not far away, and decided to take the initiative to go up to the third floor to find Fu Jinxiao.

Viewers in the live stream raised a question:

"Both of them are cleaning staff, so what would An Ran be doing if she wasn't sweeping?"

"It seems we need to go to the teaching building."

"Hey, can't you just do your job properly?"

However, An Ran had already arrived at the teaching building. He was wiping the floor in the corridor when he finally waited until the students finished class. He then deliberately bumped into Fu Jinxiao, who was coming out of the classroom.

An Ran smiled and leaned closer: "Brother Fu!"

Fu Jinxiao was somewhat surprised to see him and raised an eyebrow: "What, it's you?"

"..."

Otherwise, who would you like to be?

An Ran thought to herself, but didn't show it on her face. She still smiled sweetly and said, "It's me. I was cleaning around here when I ran into you."

Fu Jinxiao nodded casually and asked, "You're all cleaning staff, right? Where's Shen Xingsui?"

...

Shen Xingsui, Xingsui, Shen Xingsui, all I know is Shen Xingsui.

I'm standing right in front of you and you call me Shen Xingsui? Who are you trying to piss off?!

An Ran remained silent for a long time before speaking: "...I don't know. I saw him before, he was outside the teaching building. It's been a while now, and I don't know where Sui Sui went."

Fu Jinxiao responded indifferently, "I understand."

Seeing that Actor Fu was about to leave, An Ran panicked a little and quickly chased after him, calling out, "Brother Fu!"

Fu Jinxiao stopped and turned to look at him: "What?"

"Well, actually I wanted to ask you if you've found any clues lately?" An Ran found a reason to start a conversation and said with a smile, "I think we can exchange clues, because I also want to find the murderer as soon as possible, because the murderer may make a move in the next couple of days, and then we will all be in danger."

Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow: "Why should I believe you?"

An Ran immediately offered, "I can tell you the clues first, and then you can decide whether to tell me your clues or not after you've heard them."

Fu Jinxiao: "Okay."

Seeing that he had agreed, An Ran smiled and said, "I have a mission card with the clue: [A Beautiful Night Tonight]"

This clue card is very straightforward, highly targeted, and very clear. If someone doesn't know whether it's true or false, they will definitely focus their attention on Fu Jinxiao. And someone who is suspected in this way will definitely be very flustered.

Fu Jinxiao merely raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Do you doubt me?"

"I wouldn't dare." An Ran stood obediently. "It's just that the card's hint was like this, so I brought it to share with you, Brother Fu, to see if you have any clues."

Fu Jinxiao nodded slightly and said, "I have a mission hint card. The clue on it is: [The events of that year were recorded by the old servant in diaries and stored in the study of the old attic of the manor.]"

An Ran's eyes widened involuntarily.

Fu Jinxiao said slowly, "Shen Xingsui and I went to look for it, but we didn't find the diary. Shen Xingchen and the others also went, but they didn't find it either. So this clue is the most difficult to decipher at the moment."

An Ran seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled, "Really?"

Fu Jinxiao nodded: "Yes, but I think that should be a key clue."

“I remember the attic door was locked,” An Ran asked. “How did you get in?”

Fu Jinxiao replied, "I got the key from the production team, but there was only one key. Since we haven't found the crucial diary yet, I hid the key under the carpet next to the attic."

An Ran nodded thoughtfully.

Fu Jinxiao lifted her eyelids to look at him. The man's eyes were deep and dark, and he wore his usual harmless smile. He asked casually, "The clue you provided is very important. Can I see your card?"

An Ran froze: "What?"

"The card with the clue you mentioned." Fu Jinxiao leaned casually against the stair railing, the tall, handsome man looking down at him. "Otherwise, how would I know if it's real or fake?"

An Ran never expected this turn of events.

The viewers in the live stream were amazed:

"This man is really meticulous."

"Haha, you're too green to play with Fu Jinxiao."

"Holy crap, when you think you're on the third floor, he's on the fifth."

"No, sister, you'll soon find out he's actually in the atmosphere!"

An Ran stiffly explained, "I didn't bring this clue card with me because I was afraid the assassin would steal it, so I put it somewhere else. But Brother Fu, you can rest assured, I really didn't lie to you. Otherwise, I'll bring the card to your room for you to see when we get back tonight."

"No thanks." Fu Jinxiao refused lazily, stood up and looked downstairs. When she saw Shen Xingsui's figure, she curled her lips and said slowly, "It wouldn't be good if someone saw us and misunderstood."

An Ran: "...?"

I'm not afraid of being talked about when I go to your room, so why are you afraid of being misunderstood?

This attack wasn't very damaging, but it was extremely insulting.

The viewers in the live stream were also very amused:

"Haha, Brother Fu, a man of integrity."

"A scandal? Impossible!"

"A man you don't need to worry about; he'll nip any rumors in the bud himself."

By noon, most people had finished half a day's work. This morning had really been exhausting for everyone. Among them, Shen Xingchen was the most anxious. Fortunately, Li Xu'an, who had been assigned to security guard work, went to the kitchen to help out, which made it possible to prepare lunch with great difficulty.

The children stay overnight for lunch, so they all come over to get their food.

Shen Xingsui also came to help. He was in charge of serving rice, but when a little boy came to the queue, the boy refused when Shen Xingsui was about to get his food. He said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher, I just want rice."

Shen Xingsui was taken aback: "Why?"

"I brought my own food," he said. "You can just get me my rice."

Although Shen Xingsui had doubts, he still did as the child asked. However, he was still a little uneasy, so after the boy left, he asked the children behind him, "Is he in your class?"

The people behind nodded.

Shen Xingsui: "So he really brought his own food?"

The child replied, "He has been eating the pickled vegetables he brings from home for several weeks now."

"Why?" Shen Xingsui frowned. "Is the school's food fee too expensive? But I see that it's only a few yuan per meal, with several dishes."

The child shook his head and said, "No, it's because he didn't want to pay for the food, because he said he wanted to save money to buy a harmonica."

Shen Xingsui asked in confusion, "Why buy that?"

“He likes to sing,” the child behind him said with a laugh. “He also wants to be a musician, but he can’t sing at all, and he sings terribly.”

"..."

Shen Xingsui fell silent.

Perhaps because she did care a little, Shen Xingsui left the cafeteria after most of the students had finished getting their meals and went outside, where she found the child in a flower bed not far away.

"You're here." Shen Xingsui walked over lightly and saw the lunchbox next to the child. Sure enough, it contained a few pieces of dried radish and some chili peppers. She frowned and said, "Why are you eating this?"

The boy glanced at Shen Xingsui, looking somewhat nervous.

"I brought you some baked flatbread." Shen Xingsui took it out from behind her back and handed it to him: "This was baked by Teacher Ya Ya, it smells so good, you should try it."

The boy hesitated.

Shen Xingsui smiled gently: "No money needed."

After he finished speaking, the boy finally put aside his hesitation. The flatbread was filled with meat and smelled especially good. He hadn't eaten anything so delicious in a long time, so he couldn't control himself and started gobbling it down.

Shen Xingsui quickly patted him on the back: "Don't worry, I can get you more after you finish eating."

The little boy shook his head and said in a low, very soft voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Shen Xingsui then asked, "I heard you wanted to buy a harmonica. Why? Do you really like singing and music?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Shen Xingsui smiled and asked, "What kind of songs do you like?"

The little boy swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and softly replied, "A glimmer of light."

?

Shen Xingsui was taken aback: "Which glimmer of light is it...?"

"That's it." The little boy sang a few lines: "Look up, see the tiny light I offer you, burning brightly~"

Shen Xingsui dared to say that this was the first time he had ever heard someone cover his song in real life, and what was even more amazing was that this person sang it off-key right in front of him.

Shen Xingsui smiled, then hesitated and asked, "Do you know who sings this song?"

"It seems like a lot of older brothers sing this song." The little boy lowered his head. "Actually, I can't remember clearly, but my grandma loves to listen to this song. But she's old and sick, and she often can't sleep because of the pain. If I sing this song to my grandma, she always smiles."

Shen Xingsui's previously cheerful mood turned somber, and he asked softly, "Is your grandmother very ill?"

The little boy replied, "She said it's an old problem."

Shen Xingsui asked, "Where are your parents? They'll take care of Grandma, right?"

“They all work in other places, and it’s just me and my grandma at home.” The little boy’s face was tanned dark, and although he was young, his hands were very rough and even had calluses. “I have always lived with my grandma. My parents send some money back every month. Sometimes they forget, so I go with my grandma to farm and sell some vegetables.”

Perhaps because he usually has no one to talk to, and now that someone is listening, the little boy talked a lot.

He said that his grandmother loved listening to people singing on TV.

He said that because the internet at home was bad, he was the one who sang to his grandmother most of the time.

He loves singing and hopes to become a singer someday.

He also said that he had written songs, but his classmates all said he was no good and that his songs were not good at all.

Shen Xingsui asked, "Can I see the songs you wrote?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a neatly folded but somewhat worn piece of paper from his pocket. On it were square and earnest words, but they didn't really rhyme. The word choice and sentence structure were poor, making it look ridiculous and somewhat childish.

Shen Xingsui asked, "Did you write this yourself?"

The little boy nodded.

Looking at Shen Xingsui's expression, he seemed a little insecure and hesitated before returning: "My grandma always says that if I like singing, I should sing. If I become a singer, she'll definitely listen to me sing every day. But she's not in good health, and I'm afraid she won't be able to hear me sing anymore, so I tried writing songs myself, but it doesn't seem to be very successful..."

"No way," Shen Xingsui said with a smile, "It's clearly very well written."

The little boy hesitated: "But they all say my lyrics are terrible, and even if I arrange the music, it will still sound awful."

"That's nonsense." Shen Xingsui rubbed his head. "Music has no limits. Your lyrics are great, and the arrangement won't be bad either. It'll definitely be a great piece of music."

A simple smile unconsciously appeared on the little boy's dark face, and his dark eyes seemed to shine brightly: "Really?"

Shen Xingsui smiled and said, "You should trust me."

The viewers in the live stream were also amused:

"Little friend, the person in front of you is the best arranger of 'Starlight'."

"Haha, you can always trust Shen Xingsui."

"If it's someone else, then forget about it. But if they say the arrangement sounds good, then it definitely will sound good!"

"Is a complete bystander really that amazing?"

"It's no exaggeration to say that back in the entire training camp, which team didn't ask Shen Xingsui for help revising their music?"

It was lunchtime, and most of the guests were resting. Someone noticed that Shen Xingsui was missing and went out to look for her. They happened to see Shen Xingsui looking at lyrics with a child by the playground not far away. The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on them. The two of them, one big and one small, were snuggled together, looking particularly warm and pleasing to the eye.

Tuya held a biscuit and munched on it while remarking, "Sui Sui is really elegant and pretty. She'll definitely be liked by more and more people when her career takes off."

Shen Xingchen nodded firmly, then glanced at her sideways: "That goes without saying."

Fu Jinxiao, leaning against the door, turned his gaze away from the playground and, with an enigmatic smile on his face, slowly said, "I heard you're going to try and set him up with someone in the entertainment industry?"

Tuya was eating a pancake when she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, a strange sense of threat, like the creepy feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake, which almost made her choke: "Cough, cough... What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just thought since you're so kind-hearted." Fu Jinxiao raised his hand, and the tall man shifted his posture to face the somewhat frightened Tuya. His smile became even more amiable. He drew out his deep and magnetic voice, bent down slightly, and whispered in Tuya's ear in a voice that could be heard only by the two of them, "Could you help me hold my hand too?"

Tuya: ...?