Chapter 14, the most popular comment
After the dormitory assignments are completed, you will have half an hour to pack your luggage.
Tang Wanbai quietly followed behind Fu Yanle and swiped his card to enter the top-tier room. The instant the lights came on inside, he clearly heard Fu Yanle let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"What's wrong?" Tang Wanbai asked, puzzled.
Fu Yanle stepped aside to make room for Tang Wanbai, "Two single beds like those in student dorms, a small round table the size of a washbasin, a clothes rack made of three sticks, and a rectangular dressing table that looks just like the ones in convenience stores—"
He walked in, pushed open the bathroom door, and sneered again, "No toiletries at all. Good heavens, this is the 'top-tier' room? I'm going to report you to the Consumer Association!"
Tang Wanbai turned around with him, looking reproachfully at the program crew members hidden off-camera, including the director who had personally stepped in to suppress Fu Yanle, this little devil.
The director calmly replied, "This classification result is based on the stark contrast between the three rooms. We are merely caring workers who build warm little nests for our guests; we are only responsible for constructing the nests."
"Then we'll owe money again?" Tang Wanbai looked at the director suspiciously. "Director, you're not a loan shark, are you? Did you change your identity and appearance to enter the entertainment industry to avoid being caught because you were wanted by the police?"
The director said, "Hey, our Wanwan is still stuck in 'The Storm Riders' and hasn't gotten out yet."
"The Detective" is a currently airing historical drama, and Tang Wanbai plays the second male lead, a rookie constable. The director mentioning it here is a convenient way to promote Tang Wanbai's new drama.
Tang Wanbai chuckled and turned to Fu Yanle, saying, "The other two rooms must be even more miserable. The windows might let in drafts at night, or we might need to use candles for lighting. Let's be content for now, okay?"
Director: ...You don't have to think of me as so terrible. The room next door is just a bit smaller, requiring two people to squeeze into a single bed.
“Okay.” Fu Yanle casually pulled Tang Wanbai’s suitcase and pushed it inside. “Let’s pack first. Knowing the show’s usual practices, don’t make us turn off the lights at a set time and then ask us to pay for electricity on credit.”
Director: ...If I had known, I should have been this pathetic.
The two quickly emptied their suitcases.
Tang Wanbai took her travel toothbrush set into the bathroom, and when she came out, she said, still unwilling to give up, "Really, there are no toiletries?"
Upon hearing this, the director revealed his mercenary nature. "Yes, we offer three types of toiletries: Heavenly, Earthly, and Human. Which one would you like to choose for your loan?" He paused.
Fu Yanle leisurely took a bag out of his suitcase, strolled over to him, elegantly twisted out a bottle of shampoo, opened the bag, and waved the bottles and jars inside in front of him.
"Oh my, what a coincidence!" Fu Yanle smiled innocently. "I'd heard the production team was a bunch of dogs, so I prepared more thoroughly."
The director glared at Fu Yanle as he put his toiletries into the bathroom, then closed his eyes tightly: No, calm down, there must be a way to control him!
Fu Yanle came out of the bathroom and said to Tang Wanbai, who looked hesitant, "If you don't mind, you can use it with me."
“If you don’t mind, then of course I don’t mind at all,” Tang Wanbai said happily. “Yanle, you’ve really prepared so thoroughly. I only brought a toothbrush and face wash because I saw in the first two episodes that the production team wasn’t this stingy.”
"Ha, people just keep pushing the boundaries of their shamelessness." Fu Yanle glanced at the director meaningfully.
However, the truth is that Fu Yanle is quite loyal to his toiletries. Once he has decided on a product, he will only use one and doesn't like using others. So, if he is going out for more than three days, he will definitely bring his own.
The director, having failed to rip people off, angrily said, "Ten minutes to go! Be downstairs on time, or you'll be docked pay for being a second late!"
"Why are you still smuggling in your own agenda?" Fu Yanle sighed with slight concern. "At this age, still bringing personal emotions into your work, how can someone with this kind of personality have a long-term career in the industry? I'm really worried."
Tang Wanbai chuckled in support. He had gotten a feel for Fu Yanle's temper. This legendary little devil, whose temper was said to be "stinkier than a latrine," actually had clear likes and dislikes. As long as you didn't provoke him, he wouldn't treat you coldly.
Tang Wanbai thought this kind of personality was much better than someone who said one thing to someone's face and another behind their back. And Fu Yanle... he's so handsome!
When the appointed time arrived, Star Journey's exclusive background music began to play in the lobby on the first floor, and all the guests arrived one after another.
The production team said: "Welcome everyone to the Star House! From now on, after the recording of each episode, we will start voting for 'My Favorite Star Guest'. The one with the highest score will become the 'Star Guest' of Star 3 and receive the grand prize."
The show "Starry Night" has always been quite down-to-earth; the director is frugal, and the investors are incredibly wealthy. The grand prizes aren't homemade gold or silver medals or small floral wreaths, but rather practical items, such as the luxury car of choice in the first season and the large villa in the second—showing genuine sincerity.
Following this pattern, the third season won't be bad either. Furthermore, winning the grand prize indicates that this guest has gained the most fans throughout the entire season, resulting in increased exposure and subsequent opportunities.
Lin Qingtong let out a soft breath. He had to seize this opportunity. Gu Jiming and Meng Xinqiu would definitely support him. An Shigou seemed to have a bad relationship with Fu Yanle. As long as he could improve his relationship with An Shigou and persuade Tang Wanbai, his chances of winning would be very high.
The production team said, "The first stop of the Star Journey will officially begin in one hour. We have prepared a lottery box for everyone. You will draw lots in groups. There will be two words on the lot. Please use these two words as the theme of your performance and bring your debut show to everyone."
"Oh, we have to perform a show?" An Shigou said. "Didn't the first two seasons have a performance on the last episode?"
The production team: "Yes, but this season we want to bring benefits to the viewers and fans who are waiting for our show in advance. This is called making friends through art."
Tang Wanbai recalled some of Fu Yanle's nicknames and couldn't help but scratch her knee.
Next, representatives from the three groups went up to draw lots. Tang Wanbai drew "Yunhai" (clouds and sea), An Shigou drew "Aimu" (admiration), and Lin Qingtong drew "Yunhe" (cloud crane).
"..." Lin Qingtong tightened her grip on the slip of paper slightly. Ever since Fu Yanle's "Yunhe Makeup" became popular, a wave of imitation makeup has swept across social media platforms, and terms like "Yunhe" and "Brother Yunhe" have become a way for passersby or fans to refer to Fu Yanle.
Isn't this just annoying him?
Meng Xinqiu glanced at the slip of paper, and Fu Yanle's image involuntarily surfaced in her mind. His exquisitely beautiful face and aloof, ethereal crane-like demeanor—one cold, one warm; a fusion of immortal and demon—were breathtakingly beautiful.
It's such a pity that such a stunning face belongs to Fu Yanle.
After the draw, the production team began a crazy one-hour countdown. They were giving the guests either a stunning or embarrassing opportunity.
As soon as Tang Wanbai returned to her room, she asked nervously, "Yanle, what are we doing?"
"What can you do?" Fu Yanle asked.
"I graduated with a degree in classical dance. I'm good at dancing, I can do the splits when I sing, and I can play the guzheng a little... Oh, what I can do isn't important!" Tang Wanbai looked at Fu Yanle with some worry—the most important thing is what you can do!
“Yunhai…” Fu Yanle thought for a moment, “Then let’s dance, a duet.”
Tang Wanbai had never seen Fu Yanle dance before, and he was a little worried, but arguing about it now would be a waste of time, and there was no other way, so he could only nod and say, "Okay, let's report it first and ask the production team to prepare clothes and a makeup artist."
"One hour, no time to be fancy." Fu Yanle beckoned to a staff member next to him, leaned over and whispered a few words to him.
The staff walked away with puzzled steps. Tang Wanbai felt like something was scratching her heart. She went over and said, "What's wrong? Yanle, don't force yourself if you can't do it! If you really can't, don't dance. Let's sing together. We'll keep our voices down and sing together from beginning to end so that no one can tell our voices apart."
Tang Wanbai's eyes were full of worry and doubt. Fu Yanle paused for a moment, then raised his index finger to touch Tang Wanbai's forehead as he leaned closer, and said with a smile, "I'm especially good at it."
An hour ago, the official Weibo account of Star Journey sent out a notification for the first episode and tagged all the guests. As soon as the word "performance" appeared, the three characters "Fu Yanle" instantly surged to the top of the hot comments with overwhelming force.
[If Fu Yanle had anything to offer, I'd copy "Fu Yanle is my dad" ten thousand times, then eat shit while standing upside down (doge.jpg).]
An hour later, the comment had received 10,000 likes, and the live stream officially began.
The assistant director rushed over to the director, thrusting his phone screen forward. The director glanced down casually and instantly had a heart attack—
The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle: [You dare call me dad? This gene must be a cross-species mutation (shy.jpg) But tag me when you're eating shit, and I'll send you a Lamborghini. (handshake.jpg)]
Author's Note:
Xiao Fu: I'm the best man ever!
Staying at home for too long has made me feel like I'm becoming socially anxious.
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