Chapter 7 There is a ghost (3)
"Oh my goodness, thank God for your protection. Fortunately there is no internet, otherwise I don't know what a quarrel there would be." Fuquan sighed and looked at Ying Zhisheng, knowing that this man had suffered a huge blow and had no energy for anything. He could only wait for time to silently digest the pain and heal the scars.
Lou Sheng studied Ying Zhisheng's expression quietly. It was a dead silence, a stillness. Something was terribly wrong. In his memory, because of his early fame, his every move was scrutinized and magnified. Ying Zhisheng was somewhat lonely, but he also actively kept his distance to avoid unnecessary trouble.
It wasn't that lifeless. Ying Zhisheng would frown when his trouser legs got muddy, would sing softly while playing the guitar, and would learn to ride a bicycle to show off to him. He was a living, breathing person.
The timing of the internet outage was too perfect, and many people expressed doubts. Fans also posted a screen recording afterwards, showing the entire process of Wang Shengjing's network card being disconnected as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.
Connect to the Internet again and the live broadcast continues.
The host arranged for several people to play Werewolf. Ying Zhisheng cooperated by wearing a blindfold. The snake bracelet on his wrist flashed by, and Lou Shengduo took a look.
Since no one could see him, Lou Sheng had to entertain himself. He forced himself into the game based on Ying Zhisheng's identity card, and analyzed the good camp and who was the werewolf.
He also kept an eye on Ying Zhisheng, and heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed he always made the right choices and made accurate judgments. It seemed like this guy was still intelligent, just a bit depressed.
Whenever Wang Shengjing gets the Werewolf card, he's bound to attack Ying Zhisheng. Every time he speaks, he's inexplicably bashing Ying Zhisheng. Once or twice, that's fine, but it happens all the time. As soon as a conflict arises, the opposing team's fans shout, "It's just a game, no need to make a fuss."
Lou Sheng curled his lips, and felt barely relieved when he saw Ying Zhisheng, a witch, poison the other person to death.
Suddenly, Lou Sheng saw a bloody baby lying on Wang Shengjing's back. The baby looked horrible, hugged Wang Shengjing's neck and kept calling for his daddy.
"Hey, little ghost." Lou Sheng greeted excitedly. This was the second ghost he met after Pan Dahai.
The baby's facial features were not clear, and he tilted his head as if confused.
Wang Shengjing was really annoying. He kept swearing from time to time and kept inviting Ying Zhisheng to rap with him.
Lou Sheng, displeased with Wang Shengjing's face on the screen, raised his middle finger. He hadn't managed the distance correctly, and the screen shook slightly.
Ying Zhisheng seemed oblivious, discussing album details with the host. With only the new album's title, "Sheng," remaining undisclosed, fans speculated that the album was meant to commemorate Ying Zhisheng's eight-year musical career.
"Hey, ghost. Is Wang Shengjing your father?" Even though Wang Shengjing is not good-looking, he is still a male celebrity with female fans. If he is associated with abortion and childbirth, his future is over.
As if a key word had been triggered, the little ghost stared at Lou Sheng eagerly, calling him "Dad" all the time. His eyes were empty like two black holes, and his whole body was nauseous.
Lou Sheng waved his hands in disdain, "Don't claim a random father. You're so ugly, you must be Wang Shengjing's child."
The little ghost laughed, and his mouth was also black. He waved his hands as he said something.
The two hands put together were not as big as Lou Sheng's one. The kid kept calling him "Daddy". Lou Sheng felt a headache and went behind Ying Zhisheng. He knew where this innocent child came from.
Lou Sheng floated behind Ying Zhisheng, and Xiao Gui followed suit, circled around, and floated behind Wang Shengjing.
Learn from the cleverness of humans, no, learn from the cleverness of ghosts.
Lou Sheng smiled meaningfully and pretended to pull Ying Zhisheng's hair.
The little ghost giggled and tore Wang Shengjing's hair hard. Wang Shengjing, who was rapping, jumped up from his chair in pain.
"Ahhhh!! My head hurts! My head hurts so much!!"
"Hiss, my head hurts! Someone's pulling my hair!"
"Where's the assistant? Is he dead?! I told you I have a headache, why don't you just get over here!"
Lou Sheng leaned on Ying Zhisheng's shoulder and watched the show with a smile. Seeing that Wang Shengjing's live broadcast room was in chaos and the accident directly became a hot topic, netizens were also in an uproar.
Polar Bear Loves Horse a433w: What's going on? It looks serious. Is it some sudden illness?
[Six o'clock and seven o'clock working soul: What tone do you use when talking to your assistant? Do you really think you are superior to others just because you are a celebrity?]
[Ze: It's the assistant's job. It's not like he's not getting paid. If the assistant is so slow to react, replace him immediately!]
[Wu Yu Bu Bi 336: Oh my god, everyone is surrounded by ghosts, is the entertainment industry really that weird?]
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The thunder roared and the white light cut through the night sky.
Assistant Tao, who was talking to his wife on the phone on the balcony, saw a strong wind blowing outside. Flashes of lightning suddenly illuminated the dark world, and the thunder and lightning made people panic.
"It looks like it's going to rain."
Assistant Tao closed the window and turned around, feeling the cold air brush past him, giving him goose bumps. He watched the entire process of Wang Shengjing's sudden illness on his other phone, and it seemed strange.
"Uncle Chengzhi, what do you think of Wang Shengjing's situation?"
Uncle Cheng Zhi was experienced and saw it at a glance: "It must be the aftereffect of frequenting bars and drinking all night long."
Assistant Tao, considering Wang Shengjing's actions, felt that there was some truth to his words. He curled his lips and shook his head, saying, "Some people act like they're good when they get something, forgetting their roots once their careers start to improve. No wonder Brother Sheng has been so popular for so many years. These kinds of messes wouldn't even concern him. He's very self-disciplined."
"Otherwise, why do you think there are differences between people?"
Lou Sheng saw lightning and thunder outside and realized that if he continued like this, the little ghost would be struck by lightning. He returned to Ying Zhisheng and quickly raised his hands in surrender. The little ghost followed his example and finally let go.
The kid let go and played the "Stand Still" game with Lou Sheng across the screen. Wang Shengjing had returned to normal, but he still frowned and pounded his head to pretend he was in pain.
The host continued to guide the guests to play games.
In every subsequent round, Ying Zhisheng was either a werewolf or a witch, and he would take down the unprepared Wang Shengjing in the first round every time. Throughout the entire game, Wang Shengjing was busy being eliminated and had no chance to participate in the game at all.
The comments started to become contentious, with Ying Zhisheng's fans responding with the same rhetoric: "It's just a game, no need to make a fuss." This inexplicably also brought up the issue of Wang Shengjing plagiarism, creating a complex web of disputes and grievances, and the small-scale back-and-forth gradually escalated into a large-scale verbal war.
Lou Sheng rolled his eyes. This Ying Zhisheng was really disappointing. He was treated like this by a small-time unknown star.
Then, he saw Ying Zhisheng lowering his head to send a message. He was surprised and looked at the chat log. He found that the card drawing in the werewolf game was done by Ying Zhisheng after he had given him a heads-up.
This time, Ying Zhisheng's order was concise and clear: to ban.
"No, you're capable of that?" Lou Sheng couldn't believe it. "You're capable of that. He's been trying to mess with you in all sorts of ways for the past month, and why didn't you do anything about it?"
Ying Zhisheng was such a strange person. Not long ago, he was so gloomy that he could barely speak, but now he was finally energized and ready to fight back. What was the turning point?
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