"Absolutely authentic. I heard it from the variety show production team. His phone was tapped... Don't talk to anyone else."
"Of course. Don't worry."
"I'll tell you some big gossip! Zhang Nan and Sheng Yiyi from Feiyang Entertainment..."
Zhang Nan has been preparing materials for the host position recently, so she goes to the company every day.
When he entered the company, he found it was packed with people. Feiyang Entertainment didn't require clocking in, so everyone was busy except for those on field assignments; it was rare to see so many people sitting in the office.
What's even stranger is that as soon as he entered, the lively chatter instantly fell silent, and everyone's attention immediately focused on him.
Zhang Nan sensed something was off about these people, but when she checked the company's group chat without Director Lin, there were no new messages except for the news of Sheng Yiyi's disappearance and subsequent recovery yesterday. So what were they discussing?
Although he wasn't sure, Zhang Nan had a premonition that this news was related to him. Because some people's eyes had already betrayed them.
Ever since they got lost once, Sheng Yiyi and Kang Le have been constantly called out, even while traveling, they are always surrounded by the group.
After a night of repeated ideological education, the two realized that the problem was not the main issue, but rather that their spirits had become quite scattered.
As soon as the plane landed, the heat from the equator hit everyone, and the air seemed to carry the scent of nature.
The seven people, who hadn't bothered with makeup or grooming and were only concerned with comfortably spending the long flight, were greeted upon landing by a welcoming party, a band playing music, and seven children carrying seven bouquets of flowers, with a person in the center clearly dressed in local official attire. There were even cameras nearby!
The banner behind these people read, "Welcome to the 'Traveling with the Family' program!"
The seven panicked instantly, hurriedly taking out their makeup kits and quickly tidying up their hair, which had become messy from sweating. Zhang Jian, whose toiletries bag had been checked in, also hurriedly tidied up his hair with Lin Yang's equipment. Seeing that he didn't have mousse, he had no choice but to use spit to quickly gather his scattered hair together.
Peng Miao panicked even more. She was wearing pajamas under her trench coat, and with the heat outside, she had no choice but to button them up tightly to keep warm. She didn't have time to do her makeup, so she could only apply lipstick, draw her eyebrows, and put on her glasses.
Clearly, Sheng Yiyi was doing the same thing. She was also in pajamas and not wearing a trench coat, so she had no choice but to borrow a leather trench coat from Lin Yang, who was dressed smartly and had a stylist.
Fortunately, although the shoes were slippers, they were closed-toe, otherwise I could have burped right there and then.
Only the two oldest guests on the plane, Zhao Shufang and Peng Lei, were dressed reasonably well. Zhao Shufang wore a modern Chinese-style jacket and black trousers, while Peng Lei wore a khaki jacket over a plaid short-sleeved shirt and khaki casual trousers.
If their coats hadn't been so short that they couldn't cover Sheng Yiyi's pajamas, they would have saved her from that emergency. Lin Yang's trench coat also couldn't completely cover his trouser legs; he had to roll them up and secure them with elastic bands within the coat's length before he could be seen.
After a flurry of activity, the group finally managed to disembark after the other passengers.
To cover for the others, Peng Lei and Zhao Shufang walked at the front, shielding the others behind them from close scrutiny.
A Chinese translator stood next to the person in official attire, introducing the two sides.
Everyone else was a bit nervous. A translator had even arrived—they were definitely from the official channels! Why didn't the production team notify us beforehand?! We almost embarrassed ourselves! The production team is awful!
Behind the screen, Lin Xiaoxiao raised one corner of her mouth. Hmph, how could she possibly give up this opportunity? Of course, she wouldn't tell these guests in advance.
Lin Xiaoxiao recognized the red headband Sheng Yiyi was wearing as her usual toiletries; it was a cheap PXX headband that cost only a few yuan. Back then, everyone in their crew thought it was of good quality and had one. Now, against Sheng Yiyi's pretty face, it looked like a brand-new red headband from a high-end designer brand.
As expected, fashion sense depends on one's face. She looked at Sheng Yiyi's feet and saw that all the little decorations on the Crocs were gone, leaving only a pair of plain black Crocs.
As expected, the lack of prior notice caught the guests completely off guard.
This stop is the highlight of this travel program, and with these few people's perfunctory outfits, Y platform, you can expect to be bombarded.
None of them were wearing hats. Peng Miao only wore lipstick, a silk nightgown under her structured trench coat, and canvas shoes, which she usually wore as slippers with the heels down, but now she dressed properly.
Zhang Jian's hair looked slicked back and neatly bunched up, lacking any style, but he wasn't particularly animated either. Only the collar and hem of his polo shirt were haphazardly tucked into his collar and waistband, making him look slightly disheveled. Fortunately, Lin Yang noticed and quickly helped him tidy it up.
Lin Yang was one of the better dressed among them. After all, before Lin Yang set off, Brother Wang specially found a stylist to coordinate all the looks for the trip, as well as some sales tasks for the brands that Lin Yang endorses. In order to keep his luggage within the limit, he also specially studied many ways to wear one item in multiple ways.
Lin Yang herself strictly followed the pictures on the suitcase when choosing her outfits for each stop. However, at this moment, wearing a hoodie and a decorative necklace, Lin Yang felt like she was about to burst into flames from the heat.
I don't know what the stylist was thinking. In such a hot place, he had to wear long, floor-length cargo pants and a sweatshirt, along with silver jewelry. He felt sweat all over his wrists, neck, and waist. If the trench coat hadn't been given to Sheng Yiyi, he probably would have gotten heatstroke on the spot.
The other guests, who were also bundled up tightly, were sweating profusely as they posed for photos with the officials, looking at different cameras.
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