Chapter 7 Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix
The moment the steamed bun entered her mouth, Tu Chaoxi couldn't resist.
It was all gone in just a few bites.
"...You did this?"
Tu Yao nodded confidently, "Of course."
Although she was an orphan before she transmigrated and had to fend for herself, she genuinely enjoyed cooking to treat herself.
Tu Chaoxi fell silent immediately.
When Tu Yao was three years old, she liked to play house by herself. If you didn't watch her, she would sneak into the kitchen and say in a silly way that she wanted to be a chef when she grew up. When her brothers became beggars, she would generously give each of them a steamed bun.
However, she became increasingly cunning, and after the age of five, she was never seen sneaking into the kitchen again.
I never imagined that one day I would actually get to eat the steamed buns she made.
It was really when he was almost a beggar.
Tu Chaoxi couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Looking down, he saw Tu Yao still smiling at him, and she said, "Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"
Tu Chaoxi was taken aback, subconsciously touched her stomach, and stared at her with an inscrutable expression, "...How did you know I had a stomachache?"
Tu Yao smiled, a hint of undeniable admiration flashing in her expression.
"I'm your fan, of course I know!"
In the original novel, Tu Chaoxi was able to stand out in a competition that lasted only four months, despite having no stage experience. One can imagine how much effort she put in.
Among the hundred trainees, he had the longest training time. He spent all 24 hours a day in the practice room, except for five hours of sleep.
I was rushed to the emergency room twice during training, and I fainted more than ten times due to irregular eating habits. That's when I developed stomach problems.
After his debut, he became known as a workaholic. In order to earn money as soon as possible, Tu Chaoxi signed an unequal contract with the agency, and under intense pressure, he worked almost all year round.
Even as a reader, Tu Yao couldn't help but feel moved when she first read about the rise of this top star.
Why criticize him for being "delicate and weak"?
There are many, many more.
On the empty field ridge, Tu Yao listed them out as if they were her own treasures, like pouring out beans.
Gradually, the number of comments in the live stream room visibly decreased.
This girl... she really is a fan of Tu Chaoxi...
[Is he talking about Tu Chaoxi? Are top celebrities really this dedicated?]
[I'm a fan of Tu Ge who hasn't stopped supporting him yet. Let me put it this way, I've personally witnessed him jump from a height of twenty meters without any safety equipment or wires for stage effects.]
[What about the diary entry about skipping rehearsals because you were tired?]
[Moreover, it was Tu Chaoxi's agent who personally confirmed it; an agent can't lie, can they?]
But... what if he really did lie?
[What did my sister mean by the exploitative contract she just mentioned? Did Tu Chaoxi really sign some kind of contract to sell herself into servitude??]
"Seriously? You guys actually believe what this country girl says? She's probably never even left her village in her life, how would she know so much?"
The live stream was chaotic as everyone voiced their opinions, creating a cacophony of voices.
Over the past month, most of Tu Chaoxi's fans have left, with only a small number remaining and observing from the sidelines.
They didn't run away because they didn't want to believe that the person they had liked for two years could be as terrible as described in the diary.
However, on the other hand, evidence has been hard to find.
Even today, Tu Yao's phrase "indentured servitude contract" seems to have hit the nail on the head!
She spoke with absolute certainty, and Tu Chaoxi did not refute her. The fans, incredibly perceptive, immediately agreed and rushed to the agent's Weibo account.
...
Tu Chaoxi, who was completely unaware of the situation, was still somewhat bewildered.
He stared intently at Tu Yao's chattering mouth, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
This silly girl is actually paying so much attention to him after losing her memory. She'll be so ashamed when she regains her memory.
Tu Yao poured out all the content about Tu Chaoxi from the first half of the original work in one go.
I saw the progress bar successfully return to level twenty.
It's still the same as a month ago, barely enough to survive.
No matter how much she pleaded, the progress bar remained completely still.
She probably figured it out too; in the end, it was all because of the accusations in that diary.
If those scandals aren't cleared up, her brother will remain a ticking time bomb.
She can only live that kind of life for the next twenty years at most; that's her current limit.
Since the price couldn't go up any further, Tu Yao shut up.
He tossed out a sentence, "Okay, I'm going to play now."
He ran away after saying that.
Tu Chaoxi: ?
Tu Chaoxi was listening intently. Although he knew it was because of amnesia, he had to admit that he felt a subtle joy knowing that Tu Yao had been paying so much attention to him over the past two years.
But then she stopped talking.
Following the line of sight, I saw the chubby boy from last night squatting by the first wheat field at the foot of the mountain, engrossed in something.
Tu Yao ran over and squatted down next to him, their heads touching, like two mushrooms.
Tu Chaoxi rubbed her half-full stomach and walked over to the two of them.
As I approached, a faint, unidentified stench could be detected.
He rubbed his nose: "Hey, what are you guys playing?"
Tu Yao casually replied:
"Cow dung".
Tu Chaoxi lost her balance and slipped, almost falling.
"Wh...what the hell???"
Ding Dapang tilted his head back. He had a good impression of this older brother who looked a bit like Tu Yao, and patiently repeated, "Cow dung."
Tu Chaoxi: ? ? ?
Ding Dapang shifted his body, revealing a large, indescribable lump standing upright on the ground.
As soon as I sniffed, a strong, foul odor immediately hit me.
Before he could react, Tu Yao scooped it up with ease, and Ding Dapang immediately grabbed a basket from the side.
That lump of cow dung landed right into the basket!
Their movements, going back and forth, were perfectly coordinated.
Tu Chaoxi glanced into the basket on her back without thinking.
That glance sent a shockwave through me!
A half-meter-tall basket was filled with clumps of fresh cow dung!
The paparazzi who followed were stunned and backed away in disbelief!
No one expected to see such a scene; the previously chaotic live stream room instantly erupted in laughter.
Help! That made me laugh.
Whose kid is playing with cow dung this early in the morning?! And they're doing it so well!
Are these two serious?! The last time I saw someone playing with cow dung was my fourth uncle's third grandson, who's a bit dim-witted but is actually quite the character in the village.
[You must be sweating buckets. There are two such brilliant minds in this village.]
As they laughed, some viewers in the live stream suddenly realized something.
Wait a minute, it must have taken a lot of work to collect this basket of cow dung...
Right... at least half an hour.
【so……】
The cameraman seemed to realize what was happening and quietly turned the lens away.
In the footage, Tu Chaoxi had regained her composure, but her face was even paler than before.
He stared at the basket, trying to keep his tone calm: "...So, you just handed me the bun with hands that had been picking up cow dung?"
Tu Yao, holding the basket, blinked, remained silent for two seconds, and then honestly nodded in his increasingly desperate gaze.
I was afraid he hadn't seen it clearly, so I tapped it again.
Tu Chaoxi: ...
"vomit!"
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