At this moment, a strange scene was happening before the eyes of all the viewers in the live broadcast room.

The comment section stopped scrolling as if stuck, and the barrage section was instantly cleared as if the Internet was disconnected. The three guests were stunned and stared as if frozen. The entire live broadcast room seemed to have fallen into the time difference caused by the speed of light and the airflow - the eyes saw the scene of the explosion, but the body had not yet received the earth-shaking shock wave.

Only Chi Jinan remained calm.

At this moment, he was like a God looking down upon the world. With a calm smile that seemed to predict the future, he gently turned over the fourth card, pushing all his emotions to the highest point.

Jiang Que's face, still showing surprise but still handsome, appeared in the live broadcast room.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The belated shockwave finally arrived, and the empty barrage section and the lagging comment section were instantly overwhelmed by an overwhelming amount of text.

【Ah ...

Ahh ...

Ahh ...

【Ah ...

It was as if everyone had lost the ability to speak at the same time, and could only express the same shock with meaningless characters. They didn't even have time to tell whether it was surprise, shock, or some kind of adrenaline rush caused by witnessing a huge event.

"Welcome, Teacher Bai." Chi Jinan said enthusiastically.

At this moment, Jiang Que's brain seemed to be split in two. One half was still immersed in the unexpected situation, while the other half, guided by Chi Jinan's voice, recalled the program they had watched earlier. The words "introduce yourself" were like some kind of instruction, guiding him to speak step by step: "...Hello, I'm Bai Yeling."

The screen full of "Ahhhhh" didn't bring him any effective feedback. Fortunately, Chi Jinan's voice in the headset remained relaxed as usual: "Judging from Teacher Bai's reaction, it seems that he is also surprised by this clue?"

This question was asked despite knowing the answer, because anyone with eyes could see Jiang Que's surprise and astonishment. It was obvious that he had just learned the clue just like them.

Chi Jinan seemed to understand that this question was somewhat redundant, so he didn't wait for his answer and immediately continued, "I remember that the protagonist of Teacher Bai's book 'Since I Wander' is a wandering singer. He wrote a song called 'Sweetheart'. Is this clue referring to that song?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the live broadcast room became stagnant again.

Those who have watched "Since I Wander" may suddenly realize: Huh? So that's what it means?!

Those who haven't read the book are bewildered, wondering: What? This is even happening? Did we misunderstand it?!

I have to say, Chi Jinan's move was both clever and cunning. With just one sentence, he gave that clue another meaning, leaving room for maneuver in this earth-shattering incident.

As long as Jiang Que nodded in affirmation, he could casually say, "Look, Song Yecheng is clearly using clues to introduce partners seriously. What are you guys thinking about?"

At this moment, Jiang Que was like a snail whose tentacles were poked, and Chi Jinan's words were like an attractive protective shell. As long as he succumbed to his instinct to escape, nodded and said "yes", he could safely retreat into his shell without having to face any more exploration.

But he knew that was deceiving himself.

——Song Yecheng’s clue had no other meaning at all. It was a pure and gentle, honest and passionate confession.

Yes, confession.

He didn't even use the definition of "boyfriend" to tell everyone "we like each other", but chose to more carefully express his love in a way that was more like one-sided admiration and pursuit.

Sweetheart.

If he nodded at this moment and let everyone mistakenly think that it really referred to a song, then he could certainly escape the chaotic situation in front of him, but at the same time he would also be escaping the hand that Song Yecheng reached out to him fearlessly despite all the pressure.

Time seemed to be paused by an invisible force.

Everyone in the livestream room held their breath, awaiting the answer that would reveal the true meaning of this clue. All eyes were fixed on the fourth frame of the video.

Jiang Que's calm and handsome face appeared even more delicate in the high-definition camera. His long and fine eyelashes blinked gently, half covering his deep eyes, as if he was hesitating and pondering, or as if he was brewing some courage that he had never possessed.

Just a few seconds seemed like a long time.

Finally, amidst the expectation of everyone, he opened his mouth and whispered, "Actually..."

Click.

A light sound behind him interrupted him.

——In the fourth frame that everyone's attention was focused on, the door not far behind Jiang Que was suddenly turned and pushed open, and a figure that was enough to drive the live broadcast room crazy again appeared outside the door.

Jiang Que turned around and saw Song Yecheng walking towards him with a helpless smile on his face, putting his phone back into his pocket.

All the audience watched as Song Yecheng walked to the front of the camera, bent down and sat down next to Jiang Que, smiled at him reassuringly, then took the headphones off his head and put them on himself before looking at the screen.

"Chi Jinan," he demanded, "I didn't ask you to spice it up when I gave you the clue."

Chi Jinan smiled slyly, but answered innocently: "I didn't. I really thought you were referring to that song. How could I know it wasn't me if I didn't confirm it?"

Song Yecheng gave him a "hehe" look, and then stopped arguing with him. He turned to the audience and said, "This clue is mine, so it's better for me to explain it."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Jiang Que, his eyes becoming noticeably gentler, like a gentle spring breeze. It was as if he was declaring something to everyone, or as if he was pouring out his heart only to the person before him:

"He was the reason I got into filmmaking as a kid, he's the author I've been a fan of for eight years now, and now he's the one I want to be with, to have, and to protect forever."

He met Jiang Que's gaze with a bright smile, then looked back at the screen with that hint of a smile: "So don't doubt it, you understood it correctly. 'Sweetheart' is not a metaphor for a song title, I mean it literally."

At the same time, Star City Film and Television Media.

In the PR department lobby, Liang Heming, who had just been urgently summoned to take charge, leaned against a table with his arms folded, staring intently at the huge high-definition LED display on the wall along with dozens of other employees.

"Also, I have a few words to say to my fans."

The screen was showing this live broadcast. The image, magnified countless times, made every detail of Song Yecheng's expression crystal clear. He looked at the crowd with youthful vigor and said, "I'm not going to say it anymore. I ...

"I said a long time ago that if I ever say goodbye to being single, I won't hide it. I won't wait for someone to secretly photograph or expose it before I'm forced to make it public. I've never considered it a shameful secret. On the contrary, it's a very important and meaningful milestone in my life, and I hope to share this joy with you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled with some emotion, then changed the subject in a casual and frank manner, "But what's that saying? - Human joys and sorrows are not shared - This is happy news for me, but I can't guarantee that it will be good news for you. So from today on, whether you choose to bless me, be pessimistic, unfollow me, or even block me, I understand your decision. There's only one thing I'm sure of - any negative emotions can be directed at me. Your teacher Bai is thin-skinned, so don't embarrass him."

As soon as the words fell, the screen was filled with comments like snowflakes, and one of them was instantly copied thousands of times by +1——

What nonsense are you talking about?! We’re not stepmother fans! Can you please have a little faith in us?! Hate it! Wuu ...

The entire PR department hall was filled with laughter and tears because of this barrage of comments. Several female employees half covered their mouths, with uncontrollable smiles on their faces, but tears welled up in their eyes in a contradictory way.

As they were moved, they suddenly realized that they were in the company, and that they were not gathered to watch this live broadcast just to eat spectacles and watch the fun.

Within half an hour, what is happening in the live broadcast room will spread at a speed as raging as a prairie fire and become a blockbuster bomb that will detonate the entire network, which means that they will face an unprecedented public relations challenge.

The instigator, Song Yecheng, did not give the team any warning and directly ignited the fuse, which was definitely dancing on the agent's nerves.

Everyone's eyes stole towards Liang Heming.

Not far from Liang Heming, Douzi was also secretly watching his reaction with the frequency of blinking his eyes every second. He soon found that he raised one of his hands that was originally folded across his chest and slowly put it to his mouth, as if it was a signal for him to be ready to attack.

Is it time to roar? Is it time to roar?

Right? Right? Right? You're going to roar, right?

You see, this is going to—

Click.

With a crisp sound, Liang Heming moved his fingers away from his mouth, and between his fingers were pinched two pieces of melon seed shells.

beans:"……"

Liang Heming noticed his gaze and glanced at him sideways, his eyes clearly asking "What are you doing?"

Douzi swallowed his saliva and said, "Ming, Ming-ge, this should be... trending soon, right?"

Liang Heming raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Douzi didn't understand why the Roaring Emperor suddenly became the Mute Emperor, but he thought it might be because the stimulation was too great, so he tentatively asked: "You just... don't have anything to say?"

Liang Heming dropped his eyes, threw the melon seed shell into the trash can, clapped his hands, and said, "What? Surprise?"

Douzi choked, still feeling a bit unwilling, and said in a masochistic tone, "No, you're not going to... shout a few words? Give me some PR guidance or something?"

Liang Heming sneered and raised his chin towards the screen: "With your brother Cheng's emotional intelligence, does he still need public relations?"

Douzi blinked rapidly, unable to tell for a moment whether it was a compliment or sarcasm. After a long while, he smiled awkwardly and said, "...Ha."

Liang Heming stopped talking to him and turned around leisurely, saying to the others in the hall, "Are you all ready? You're definitely going to be working overtime tonight."

Everyone nodded, knowing that this was certain without him saying anything.

"But don't be nervous," Liang Heming said calmly, pointing his thumb back at the screen. "He's already dealt with his fans for you, so now your mission is only entry-level—just keep an eye on those mindless haters and don't let them mess with the rhythm."

After he said this, everyone realized that although Song Yecheng's words seemed casual, they actually solved the most difficult part of the previous public relations battles - dealing with fans' reactions.

Song Yecheng did not evade the issue or talk about other things. Instead, he used the most direct, relaxed and natural attitude to lead his fans through the period of shock. This was equivalent to calming the biggest destabilizing factor among all the audiences before the incident broke out completely.

After realizing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Heming turned around, placed the remaining handful of melon seeds in Douzi's palm, patted his shoulder, and floated towards the door as if he had achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven.

"A son is no longer under his mother's control, a son is no longer under his mother's control..."

For the next hour, the Internet seemed to be divided into two completely different worlds:

Outside the live broadcast room, far away from the focus of the incident, it was like a hurricane passing through. The news spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and swept through every corner with great force through invisible electronic signals. Social platforms were like volcanoes erupting one after another, spewing out boiling magma that made all public places such as subways, buses, bookstores, and schools exclaim "Oh my God" frequently.

However, the live broadcast room at the center of the incident was eerily calm.

It is like the butterfly that first flapped its wings and eventually caused a hurricane. When the outside world was already in turmoil, it was living a peaceful life as if it had just taken a nap on the pistil.

——After delivering that concise and powerful "official announcement", Song Yecheng left the study without any delay and handed the right to speak in the live broadcast room back to Chi Jinan, allowing him to continue with the original live broadcast arrangement, that is, the part of "behind-the-scenes guests designing levels".

That would have been the highlight of the live broadcast.

Because the program team's planned plan is to let the audience in the live broadcast room participate in the interaction and choose the level format through voting, and then several people behind the scenes will design the specific content. For example, the audience will first vote to choose one from "graphic reasoning", "text riddle" and "digital code", and then several guests will design the corresponding graphics, text or code according to the results of their choices.

In the past, this format would definitely significantly increase the audience's sense of participation, but today, their sense of participation has already been fully enhanced.

They personally participated in and witnessed the entire process of the hot search that shocked the entire Internet.

Nothing can be more exciting than this.

This means that they no longer need any external force to tie themselves to this variety show and become the first batch of die-hard fans of this new program that has become popular on the entire network before it even airs.

It was almost six o'clock when the live broadcast ended.

When Jiang Que finally exited the live broadcast room and clicked the power off button, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

During this hour, he actually didn't feel much pressure, because before leaving the computer, Song Yecheng blocked the barrage and enlarged the video to full screen, covering the comment area, so Jiang Que could be said to have no idea about the audience's subsequent reactions.

This is probably the most convenient yet most absurd part of the information age - as long as you choose to turn off your computer, disconnect from the internet, and close your eyes and ears, the outside world will become a Schrödinger's experiment box for you, where everything can happen, but nothing can also happen.

But everyone knows that this is just a blind spot, a kind of idealistic self-hypnosis.

Jiang Que couldn't help but sneer helplessly.

Click.

There was a soft sound behind me.

Jiang Que turned around and saw Song Yecheng pushing the door and walking in.

"Is it over?" Song Yecheng asked.

Jiang Que nodded: "Where have you been?"

Song Yecheng tried to suppress his laughter but failed: "...watch the live broadcast."

Jiang Que was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing too, thinking that it was no wonder that he had such accurate timing.

Song Yecheng walked over, bent over and sat next to him, then moved closer to him, put his hand on the back of his hand, and then looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Que didn't expect him to ask: "Why?"

Song Yecheng's fingers gently circled the back of his hand and said, "After all, this is a matter between the two of us. I made it public without even discussing it with you... Did it scare you?"

It wasn't that he was frightened, but the incident happened suddenly and Jiang Que was indeed caught off guard.

But after the initial accident, he was actually more moved and warm in his heart, not only for Song Yecheng's words, but also for his fearless attitude and determination to be open with others.

Moreover, he thought he understood why Song Yecheng did this——

"Is it because of the 'butterfly effect'?" Jiang Que asked.

He had been a fan of Song Yecheng for so many years, but it was only today that he realized with great clarity that although Song Yecheng seemed indifferent to many things most of the time, once he decided to do something, he was decisive.

He said, "I won't shoot an advertisement if it has hidden dangers," and so he refused to sign the Eternal Spring Water the next day. He said, "If the butterfly effect is not strong enough, make it stronger," and so today he overturned the entire Internet with such a thunderous force.

——None of the promises he made that night were just talk. He has been using practical actions to resolve all of Jiang Que’s worries.

However, facing Jiang Que's question at this moment, Song Yecheng's answer was not that simple: "Yes, but not entirely."

Jiang Que didn't understand what he meant.

Song Yecheng lowered his eyes and curled his nose a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I also have selfish motives, and this selfishness... is a bit childish."

Jiang Que waited quietly for the next words to come. He saw the pair of eyes that had drooped down lift up again, and there was an unstoppable smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "From the moment you agreed to be by my side, I couldn't help but want the whole world to know."