Still Like a Scorching Life

"Help me hold a press conference!"

"Huh? What are you doing?!"

"I have evidence!"

"What evidence? Real or fake?!"

"Don't worry about it, you'll know when the time comes."

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With a series of unexplainable moves, Bai Youlou managed to fool his agent.

He actually thought Bai Youlou had some crucial evidence to clear his name, and busied himself doing as he was told.

This was easy to arrange.

Right now, Bai Youlou was the hottest person in the entertainment industry, with a caveat: this was without the other party involved or the victim speaking out.

With such high popularity, the media swarmed like sharks smelling blood. No need for favors or connections; just release the news, and they'd be there in droves.

Bai Youlou, who had specifically washed his hair to show he took this seriously, was a bit stunned when he arrived.

Standing there, countless eyes, some curious, some hostile, focused on him, creating an overwhelming sense of heat and suffocation.

Someone who hadn't experienced this before could easily become so nervous they couldn't speak.

And all these heads and cameras packed together – it was like a big star experience!

Even some famous directors or big stars didn't have such a grand scene for their project launch conferences.

His influence was maxed out.

This scene… Bai Youlou thought back for a moment. Didn't it feel similar to the commotion when that Hong Kong photography artist from his past life apologized and retired?

However, compared to the other person's bilingual performance, switching back and forth, sincerely apologizing, and actually retiring, Bai Youlou's current situation seemed exceptionally childish.

He was even smiling quite brightly.

He spread his hands slightly and took a deep breath.

So, let everything come at him, open all senses to receive it…

A new world was before him!

The reporters were stunned by this situation, finding it utterly absurd. You can still smile?

You like smiling?

Smiling counts as a response too!

Click, click, click – they started snapping photos.

When you can't answer the questions later, make sure you keep smiling~

Before the press conference officially began, Bai Youlou's agent anxiously pulled him aside. "What evidence do you have? Did you get footage from her place?"

"No~" Bai Youlou shook his head honestly. "I don't have any evidence."

The agent was dumbfounded. "Huh? Then why are you holding this press conference? To apologize and retire?"

"No, I'm here to explain things."

Bai Youlou patted his agent's shoulder. "Just watch my performance. Trust me."

Admittedly, at that moment, his deep and magnetic voice was quite convincing, and the agent inexplicably felt a flicker of hope.

Could it be… there's really a turning point?

Five minutes later, the agent, watching from the back, was cursing profusely.

He really believed that scoundrel's nonsense.

Crazy! He's crazy!

Reporter: "Can you tell us about the specific situation of the rumors online?"

Bai Youlou: "She actively seduced me!"

Reporter: "Huh?"

Bai Youlou: "Really, she called her husband saying she was going to get her hair done, and I just happened to be passing by."

Hiss… The reporters were confused. What the hell is this?

"An-and then?"

Bai Youlou: "You have to understand, she's a very special kind of person who pursued me crazily, saying I was handsome – everyone knows that, right? Then she invited me to her house, saying things like her husband wasn't home. I didn't understand what she meant."

Reporter: "So, you went."

Bai Youlou: "I took her home."

Reporter: "And then?"

Bai Youlou: "She seductively asked me in for some 'sweet soup'."

Reporter: Damn it!

He wasn't done yet; Bai Youlou was still going strong.

It was like a rap battle, one verse after another.

What he first brought to this parallel universe wasn't Earth's cultural works, but bizarre, nonsensical memes!

Things like "Pouting my butt to cosplay as a Christmas reindeer," "What are you doing~," "Reading a glow-in-the-dark script with the lights off," "She said it doesn't count if I wear it," "Wait a moment~," "My reputation is ruined? I usually book hotel rooms."

He was fed up; he'd never seen an artist like this.

His mouth ran a mile a minute, spewing all sorts of vulgarities that made people's scalps tingle.

But Bai Youlou's words also made the reporters very excited.

They'd seen it all: sobbing and begging for forgiveness, apologizing with sincere tones, crying uncontrollably to feign pity. But they'd truly never seen someone have a breakdown like this on the spot.

A breakdown was good!

No matter if he'd suddenly lost his mind or not, as long as it was interesting, that was the most important thing.

As for whether the "female lead" was truly the bizarre slut Bai Youlou described, it no longer mattered.

Just as Bai Youlou had taken the blame, his "eloquent speech" would also deliver a heavy blow to the other party.

What was the entertainment industry's biggest memory? Was it scandals?

Wrong!

It was memes!

At the end of the press conference, Bai Youlou even smiled and posed for photos with the reporters.

Click.

In the captured photos, the handsome young man, smiling brilliantly, revealed slightly pale teeth, appearing somewhat ferocious and unrestrained.

Blossoming flowers, boiling oil.

Doing it all over again, he truly still loved this kind of fiery life!

The press conference ended.

Everyone was satisfied. Bai Youlou had vented his anger, the reporters had gotten all the material they needed, and the online crowd would surely not be disappointed. Only Bai Youlou's agent was in a state of utter despair.

However, now they could talk about the comeback plan.

"A comeback? Buddy, are you kidding me?"

Bai Youlou's agent had clearly reached a point where sorrow was greater than his will to live. He didn't yell anymore; his tone was filled with dejection.

Even his address had changed to "buddy." Clearly, his own agent had completely given up on him and wasn't talking to him from an agent's perspective anymore.

"See, you're getting anxious again."

Bai Youlou patted his shoulder, seemingly starting to comfort him. "Having a scandal doesn't mean you're completely blacklisted. Don't worry, your reputation is just ruined; I can still be saved."

I can still be saved.

The agent, who had initially wanted to give up and just let him continue spewing, softened slightly but still looked helpless. "Indeed, the authorities won't blacklist you for something like this, but anyone who hires you will get cursed. No one wants to take that risk; it's thankless work."

"What about entering the adult film industry?"

"...That's possible, but I heard that line of work is quite tough and demands a lot physically..."

Well, well, an expert!

Bai Youlou thought for a moment. "Let's set that as a backup plan for now. It's better to become a male escort than to enter the adult film industry; that might earn even more."

"Male escort? That has even higher requirements. Besides physical condition, you also need to be good with your mouth. Why am I discussing this with you? If you enter the adult film industry, will I still be your agent?"

"You don't need to be if I enter the adult film industry, but if I become a director and use myself, I'll still need you, right? Someone has to help with the work, and I'll pay you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'll pay you."

"The first part."

"Becoming a director. I recall I graduated with a professional directing degree, right?"

"Heh."

The agent looked at Bai Youlou as if he were an idiot.

Graduated with a professional directing degree?

Do you know you almost got expelled? If I hadn't gone to clean up your mess...

Pah!