Chapter 767 Haoyue Extra (29)
Looking at the footage on the monitor, the director suddenly stood up.
The producer next to him also rushed over, and when he saw the scene on camera, he was stunned. After a moment, he burst out laughing: "I knew it, I knew it, hahahahaha, amazing! This girl not only seems to be able to surprise us, but she's also incredibly lucky."
The director was still questioning his own existence in front of the screen: "Thousands of possible arrangements, and she... opened it in one go??"
The producer laughed so hard: "Didn't you see it? Why are you asking me? Hahahaha, hurry up and get the cigarettes ready!"
Meanwhile, inside the secret room.
Everyone was stunned when they heard the lock click open.
This confusion wasn't limited to the five people besides Wen Yue; it also included Wen Yue herself.
She was still somewhat dazed until the lock was turned open.
"This...this is open??" Zhou Yang's face was full of disbelief.
Song Huaiyuan was speechless for a moment, and after a while he turned to Wen Yue and gave her a thumbs up in admiration.
Even Zhao Pu, who usually has a low profile, was surprised: "Sister Yueyue, how did you do that?!"
Wen Yue exclaimed "Ah!" and came back to her senses: "I...I don't know either. I just tried one randomly, and I don't know how it happened..."
Instead, Tang Minghao burst out laughing: "You're such a lucky charm, Xiao Yueyue! I can already see Director Wu's desire to beat us to death."
Meanwhile, on the screen—
"To be honest, I'm starting to question the meaning of life."
"You're not the only one who's questioning life."
"If the director hadn't also cut to the scene of the director questioning his life, I would have genuinely thought she had given Wen Yue a hint about the questions."
"As it turns out, even a one in a thousand chance is still a possibility."
"That's right, after all, so many people win the lottery every year... You have to believe that anything is possible."
"Can I share some of Yue-jie's lucky charm? I hope to pass the postgraduate entrance exam!"
"Sister Baiyue, please help me succeed in the civil service exam!"
"I'm currently taking the civil service exam, and I'd like to offer my respects to Sister Yue."
Good luck on the college entrance exam!
"I suggest you go back to studying, since you have the college entrance exam coming up soon."
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Overnight, the hashtag #WenYue,LuckyKoi# trended on social media, and everyone changed their profile picture to Wen Yue's, with a golden halo of Buddha behind her.
Wen Yue and her group were unaware of all of this for the time being.
The director was initially quite annoyed as he swaggered out of the secret room, but upon seeing Wen Yue, he couldn't help but laugh: "Yueyue, you've really opened my eyes."
Wen Yue coughed lightly and said, "I just happened to run into it, I was lucky..."
"You're more than just lucky, I suspect you were sent by God to work against me!"
Wen Yue: "..."
"Alright, Director Wu, stop imagining things. Heaven is too busy to take care of you," Tang Minghao said naturally.
Director Wu: "..."
"Alright, your Director Wu has already suffered enough," the producer said with a smile as he walked over, waving the Yellow Crane Tower cigarette in his hand. "He's already feeling enough pain tonight."
"Hey, isn't this the cigarette that Director Wu always shows off to everyone? How did it end up in Producer He's hands?" Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"Then you'll have to ask your Director Wu, hahaha," the producer laughed heartily, then clapped his hands: "Alright, alright, you've all worked hard today, go wash up and get ready for dinner. We've prepared a BBQ tonight, we'll have a barbecue together in the yard!"
Seeing that the production team had finally kept their promise, everyone cheered and happily returned to their rooms.
Tang Minghao and Zhou Yang went to the restroom, and in the yard, Song Huaiyuan pulled Wen Yue aside: "Come with me for a moment."
Wen Yue paused for a moment, then saw that Gao Yingying and Zhao Pu had already entered the house, so she followed Song Huaiyuan into the house.
"What's wrong, Brother Huaiyuan?" She saw Song Huaiyuan rummaging through his bag, then take out a bottle of safflower oil and give it to her: "Here, rub your wrists."
Wen Yue was slightly taken aback.
Seeing her in a daze, Song Huaiyuan raised the corner of his mouth: "What, just because you know some medicine, you're not going to treat me?"
His tone relaxed, and Wen Yue couldn't help but smile: "How did you know I twisted my wrist?"
“From the moment we entered the secret room, I noticed you were always doing things with your left hand. At first, I wondered if you were left-handed, but after thinking back carefully, I realized you used your right hand to eat yesterday, and your right hand was always hanging down. What else could it be but an injury?” Song Huaiyuan said naturally.
Wen Yue clicked her tongue: "Brother Huaiyuan, with your observational skills, it's a pity you're not a detective."
"Everyone has their own expertise. In this industry, it's hard to get by without a good eye, you know?"
"I knew I wasn't famous in the industry. Turns out I just lacked discernment," Wen Yue joked.
Song Huaiyuan smiled and said, "You weren't famous before. You'll see after this show."
Wen Yue hummed in response, "Why do you say that?"
Song Huaiyuan waved his hand: "What I know, you'll find out sooner or later. You can keep the surprise for yourself."
Wen Yue shook her head: "Why are you keeping me in suspense?" As she spoke, she waved the safflower oil in her hand: "Thank you, Brother Huaiyuan. I'll return this to you after I've used it up."
"Hmm, no rush."
Wen Yue smiled, turned around, and went out.
Unexpectedly, just as I reached the door, I ran into Tang Minghao returning.
Seeing her come out of his room, he was taken aback. Then, remembering that Song Huaiyuan was still in the room, his heart sank again: "You... want to see Song Huaiyuan?"
"Ah..." Wen Yue didn't expect to run into Tang Minghao, and said in a slightly unnatural tone, "Brother Huaiyuan, lend me some safflower oil."
"Safflower oil?" Tang Minghao was taken aback. "What are you going to do with that? Are you injured?"
"I just twisted my wrist by accident, it's nothing serious. Um... I'll go back to my room now." Wen Yue felt a tingling sensation in her heart as she thought about her several intimate encounters with Tang Minghao today.
She was afraid that if she talked to him for too long, she would be unable to hide her true feelings.
Seeing her turn to leave, Tang Minghao grabbed her arm, his expression unusually somewhat embarrassed: "Let me see your wrist."
"What?" Wen Yue didn't react.
Seeing her silly look, Tang Minghao relaxed a bit: "Didn't you say you injured your wrist? Let me see."
"No, no need..." Wen Yue subconsciously covered her wrist with her clothes, but Tang Minghao pulled her up.
He lifted her clothes and immediately saw that her right wrist was red and swollen.
A hint of annoyance flashed across his face: "How did this happen?"
Wen Yue pursed her lips, feeling a slight burning sensation on the spot where he was holding her: "I didn't do anything, just when I was cleaning the fish today, I wasn't used to the knife and it slipped a little."
Tang Minghao recalled her deft movements when she was cleaning fish; who would have thought that she was actually quite clumsy with the knife at this moment?
She was probably just covering up her clumsiness from her first time.
Wen Yue saw the slight upturn of his lips and knew exactly what he was thinking. She said, somewhat annoyed, "I was just careless; I shouldn't have twisted it..."
"Okay, okay, I know. Who is our Sister Yue? She can do anything, she's amazing at everything she does, and if she twists her ankle, it's just..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yue covered his mouth with her hand: "Stop talking!"
Her face was slightly annoyed, and her big, round eyes stared at him, looking exceptionally vivid and lively.
Tang Minghao's smile widened, and he gently pulled down her wrist, his voice exceptionally soft: "Let's not talk about it anymore, I'll apply the medicine for you."
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