Chapter 9: A Ghostly Marriage with the Dead Bai Yueguang (Part 9)

Yan Xun chuckled and said, "Brother Si Cheng, if you're envious, just find one right away."

Si Cheng laughed and scolded, "That's not easy to find... But we can learn from them. Even after achieving success, they never forget to give back to their hometown and society."

Yan Xun nodded in agreement, a gentle and harmless smile on Qingjun's face. "When it comes to giving back to society, Brother Si Cheng does a great job. I heard he set up a youth development fund a while ago? It's specifically for helping out-of-school children in impoverished areas."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yingying tucked a lock of her long curly hair behind her ear and joined the commercial exclamation. "Brother Yan Xun, I remember you visited many film crews last year, specifically arranging jobs for those junior students from your alma mater who had been unable to make a name for themselves for a long time. Actually, I couldn't have gotten to where I am today without your help."

Yan Xun was a little overwhelmed by such a straightforward way of thanking him: "No... I just gave you a chance. It's all your hard work that got you to where you are today."

"You are too modest, Brother Yan Xun..."

——Hahaha, I’m a little uncomfortable with the second season not having any fun.

——It seems that they have a good relationship and must keep in touch often in private.

——We are all normal people, we can play together...

——Haha, what are you implying above?

——Why doesn’t Yu Huo say a word? Is he not familiar with everyone?

——We are of different status, so we can’t talk to each other~

Sister Chen looked at the rapidly passing barrage of comments, then turned to look at Yu Huo, who was half-lowering his head and not saying a word, and almost vomited blood.

Holy shit... Is this guy 2:1? He can even fall asleep during a live stream? Why doesn't he just die!

The mutual praise continued, and Yan Xun, still in a state of courtesy, turned the topic to the young flower Xiao Yingying: "I'm just helping my colleagues. What you do is more meaningful. I heard from a friend that you built two Hope Primary Schools in the impoverished mountainous areas?"

Sister Chen took a fountain pen from the staff, bent down and threw the pen out. The pen quickly passed under the coffee table and hit Yu Huo's knee accurately.

"It's not about building Hope Primary Schools in impoverished mountainous areas..."

Yu Huo half-closed his eyes and looked up at Xiao Yingying who was speaking: "It's a donation to the orphanage in our hometown. I entered the industry late and my family is not well-off. How can I have so much money to build a Hope Primary School..."

After Xiao Yingying finished speaking, her eyes accidentally bumped into Yu Huo who was looking over at her, and the smile on her face froze unnaturally for a moment.

What kind of eyes are those...

It was clear and clean, like a handful of spring water, as if all the darkness in the world would be washed away by this handful of spring water, as if all desires, ambitions, and sins would be exposed in such a gaze and turned into ashes...

Everyone present was a sharp-witted person, and they noticed Xiao Yingying's abnormality almost instantly. However, when they followed her gaze, they saw only the unknown 18th-tier star who was resting his chin on one hand, staring blankly at the walnut turning in his other hand.

Si Cheng realized that they had missed someone in their live interaction, and immediately tried to make amends with a smile: "Yu Huo, we've already talked about it, why don't you say something too? Don't be so withdrawn."

Boy, am I a loner?

Listen to this yourself, is the tea content high?

Yu Huo sneered in his heart and didn't bother to argue with them. He slowly rolled the walnuts in his hand with a lazy posture: "I... left my hometown."

“......?”

——? ?

——What did he say?

——I don’t understand, but when you look at him, it feels like he is about to recite a poem.

——I'm dying of laughter. I just checked some popular information and saw that a trainee born in the 2000s made his debut. He can even play with walnuts, so it's no surprise that he can recite poetry. Hahaha

—The key is that he doesn't seem to be reciting poetry. Didn't he speak again after watching for a long time? I don't understand his style... At such a young age, he wants to establish himself as an old cadre?

Yu Huo glanced at the densely packed question marks on the projection screen and belatedly asked, "Aren't you guys talking about your contributions to your hometown?"

Si Cheng: “…Not really.”

Everyone:......

Sister Chen: (￣(∞)￣)

——Pfft! What contribution did he make to his hometown? Then he said he left his hometown hahahaha

——Damn, I thought he was just an ordinary handsome guy, but I didn’t expect him to be both handsome and sick. I like it.

——Stop making trouble upstairs, his face is not ordinary among the handsome guys!

——I bet that 90% of girls like this, and the remaining 10% are just holding on.

——I didn’t force myself, I am the 90%

——Ah, yes, yes, I won’t pretend anymore, I like it, okay~

......

"You're so quiet, but when you suddenly open your mouth it's quite interesting..."

Top star Yan Xun spoke, his peach blossom eyes flickering, and his smile was particularly elegant and beautiful: "Can you tell me what you were thinking about just now?"

Several pairs of curious eyes looked at him simultaneously, but Yu Huo continued to slowly turn the walnut in his hand and spoke seriously, "What am I thinking about? I'm thinking about the origin of mankind, the vastness of the universe, and I feel that humans, as tiny creatures, are just pitiful creatures. Life is really meaningless."

The room seemed to grow even quieter. Seeing Yan Xun speechless, Si Cheng smiled and changed the subject: "You've been thinking about this for a long time... By the way, do you have 'A Brief History of Time'?"

"No."

Si Cheng was just about to say, "When you have time, you can buy this book and read it. It's about the origin and fate of the universe." But before he could even open his mouth, the other person added with a look of disdain.

“Even if I had the time, I wouldn’t pick up shit.”

Is it dirty?

Sister Chen: -- (completely numb)

Si Cheng's mouth was open, speechless. After a long while, he looked towards the camera as if asking for help: "Ah... I can't respond to this."

——…We can’t answer it either, hahaha!

The promotional live broadcast before the show ended after an hour. Although Yu Huo was used to talking nonsense, fortunately he did not offend anyone and unexpectedly attracted a small number of fans.

Sister Chen said she felt both tired and happy.

"Yu Huo, I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself." Sister Chen actually wanted to stay and keep an eye on this guy, but the program crew had requirements. Even the movie queen Guan Leng and the top star Yan Xun didn't bring any staff. How could Yu Huo, an 18th-tier star, have the nerve to insist on having his agent accompany him?

After the camera was turned off, the people in front of the camera who were familiar with the situation scattered like birds and animals.

Guan Leng's attitude towards everyone became more and more arrogant. She lifted her skirt and left the room first with a ruthless gait, as if she was very disdainful of them.

Si Cheng didn't have a cold face, but he was obviously much less talkative off-camera. Before leaving, he greeted Xiao Yingying alone, and the two of them walked together, chatting and laughing.

As for the top star Yan Xun... the change was even greater. The polite young man lost his shyness and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He tilted his head and looked at Yu Huo with an inexplicably hot gaze: "You are quite talkative with your little mouth. It's interesting."

The people around seemed to have long been accustomed to the fact that the artists’ personalities were different in front of and behind the camera, and everyone had a strong sense of professional ethics, just focused on their work and pretended not to see anything.

Yu Huo shrugged his shoulders at this, walked over to the fruit bowl on the table, grabbed an orange, peeled it open and stuffed a slice into his mouth. Then, under Sister Chen's look as if her father had died, he nodded in agreement: "Actually, this little mouth of mine can not only talk, but also eat. It's scary."

Yan Xun: “…?”