Seeing Wen Feiran's smile grow increasingly bitter, Zou Yuxing nodded deeply with an expression of someone who had been through it all, "I understand. It's certainly painful to encounter something like this, but that's life."
Su Shangting rolled her eyes without any politeness, exposing his lie, "All you think about is eating and playing, what sad things could you possibly have on your mind? Do you even watch cartoons at night?"
Zou Yuxing:!!
His secret was suddenly exposed by Su Shangting in front of the camera, and his face turned red. "How did you know? No, I never did that!"
"..." Wen Feiran silently mourned for Zou Yuxing's low IQ.
It's quite remarkable that this silly, big dog has managed to live such a cheerful and optimistic life until now.
Fortunately, Zou Yuxing sacrificed himself and changed the subject. Wen Feiran quietly stepped aside, afraid of being pressed for more questions.
The collapse spread to the design community and involved very serious issues of principle. Due to this accident, the production team had to temporarily adjust the schedule and take Wen Feiran and the other six back first.
Before leaving, the old man specially came to the door to see Wen Feiran off, holding his hand with earnest eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he did not speak.
Wen Feiran understood what he meant. The old man wanted to invite him to the South China Institute, but after what had just happened, he was still upset and didn't want to face this place again.
The old man was wholeheartedly dedicated to the development of the design industry and passionate about supporting young people. Wen Feiran understood his good intentions and said with a smile, "I'll think about it carefully after the variety show recording is over."
The old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled as he saw Wen Feiran into the car.
Guan Yunning had hoped to perform well on the show, but Wen Feiran stole the spotlight, leaving him as a marginal figure. The enclosed space of the car was his stage to shine, but before he could even open his mouth, Wen Feiran his head to the side, resting it against the car window, and his breathing gradually became steady.
He paused, then turned to look at the others. Their eyelids were getting heavier and heavier; they were falling asleep almost instantly.
Guan Yunning: "..."
Celebrities are always eager to engage with the public in front of the camera, even if they don't have any work to do, they still try to interact with viewers in the live stream. But this time, they all went on strike.
[Haha, that's hilarious! They spent almost three hours exploring the wilderness, then walked non-stop through a maze-like village, and then were dragged to the design institute. They were busier than oxen and horses! No wonder they fell asleep.]
[Wake up! Even the donkeys in the production team don't dare to rest like this. Get up and start chatting!]
[Wen Feiran's sense of self-preservation is truly top-notch. He even covers his face with his hair while sleeping; would it kill him to let me see him even once!]
[I'm still in a daze. Wen Feiran really is from Sishui! Not only is his painting so good that Elder Zeng wanted to become his apprentice, but his designs are also so outstanding. I think that old man is just about to throw a tantrum and threaten to hang himself to keep him from leaving.]
[That's an exaggeration. Wen Feiran has good fundamentals, so naturally he can draw design drafts.]
These are two completely different directions, and the waters run deep. You make it sound so easy; can you really succeed at both?
Wen Feiran always brings some really exciting news whenever she participates in a recording, single-handedly achieving the marketing account's KPI. All the major marketing accounts are like sharks smelling meat, immediately crowding around, all wanting a share of the traffic.
Related terms trended on social media. Wen Feiran had no prior works or fan base and was virtually unknown, but he easily topped the trending list. The number of followers on the Weibo account created for him by the show's production team also skyrocketed.
Most netizens found it hard to believe, with some spreading rumors that there was something fishy going on and that Wen Feiran was deliberately marketing her persona. However, most people generously offered their praise, while only a few top surfers noticed another problem.
[Wen Feiran's traditional Chinese painting skills are so impressive that even Elder Zeng wanted to become his student. He can't possibly be unknown. I suspect he has another identity, but it hasn't been exposed yet!]
[Dude, you know me, I've been going through the art academy's graduation list these past few days.]
[Wow, that's a huge workload! You really went all out for this. Thumbs up! jpg]
[Anyone in this circle want to help find Wen Feiran's alternate accounts?]
[I'm here, I'll go check right now! I don't believe it, given Wen Feiran's personality, he can't possibly not have an alias!]
[Haha, Feiran is sleeping soundly now, but the weather will change when he wakes up.]
Wen Feiran had no idea what had happened. As if disturbed in her sleep, her brows furrowed more and more, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she suddenly woke up.
Zou Yuxing was sitting next to him, immediately noticed that something was wrong and forced her eyelids open a crack. "What's wrong?"
Wen Feiran wiped the sweat from her brow, staring blankly ahead. "I don't know either, maybe I had a nightmare, I forgot."
Zou Yuxing yawned sleepily, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality, which means something good is about to happen to you."
Wen Feiran looked at him suspiciously, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.
This doesn't seem like a good thing.
With a heavy weight on her heart, Wen Feiran scrutinized his recent words and actions, but after thinking it over for a long time, she couldn't find any problems, so she temporarily put the matter aside.
The car finally stopped, and the group of six people, barely opening their eyes, dragged themselves forward. Although their legs were moving, their upper bodies seemed stiff, like a group of walking corpses parading through the streets.
Zou Yuxing pushed open the door, wanting nothing more than to collapse on the floor and get a good night's sleep, but his nose twitched uncontrollably twice.
He paused, his eyes slowly widening, glowing green as he stared ahead, then immediately charged forward, his frenzied state resembling...
Zombies
Alright.
Su Shangting wanted to complain, but he paused, just like Zou Yuxing, and rushed over as well.
All six of them are celebrities who need to pay attention to their facial expressions and image in front of the camera, but at this moment they looked like starving ghosts, sitting in front of the table, frantically stuffing food into their mouths. For a moment, the only sound in the entire living room was the clattering of bowls and chopsticks.