"Hold a press conference for me!"
"Huh? What are you planning to do?!"
"I have evidence now!"
"What evidence? Is it for real?!"
"Don't worry about it. You'll find out when the time comes."
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With a combo that gave no explanations whatsoever, Bai Youlou managed to fool his manager.
The manager really thought he had gotten hold of some crucial evidence that could clear his name, and hurried off to do exactly as he was told.
This was easy enough to arrange.
Bai Youlou was now the hottest person in the entertainment industry—parenthetically speaking, as long as the other party and the supposed victim didn't show up.
With his current level of attention, the media swarmed over like sharks that had smelled blood. There was no need to call in favors or rely on connections. The moment the news got out, they came flooding in.
Bai Youlou had even washed his hair specially to show that he took this seriously. When he arrived, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.
The moment he stood there, countless curious or hostile gazes focused on him, creating an almost tangible wave of heat and suffocation.
Anyone who hadn't experienced a scene like this could easily become so nervous that they couldn't get a word out.
But with all these densely packed heads and cameras pointed at him, Bai Youlou felt like he'd been handed a superstar experience card!
Even the launch press conferences for some famous directors or major stars might not have such a huge turnout.
His drawing power was completely maxed out.
Looking back on the scene, Bai Youlou suddenly felt that it seemed oddly similar to the commotion surrounding that Hong Kong photography artist's apology and retirement in his previous life.
Still, compared with the other man's bilingual performance, switching back and forth between languages, sincere apology, and actual retirement from the industry, Bai Youlou's press conference this time seemed especially childish.
He was even smiling rather brightly.
He opened his arms slightly and took a deep breath.
Thus, as things came rushing toward him, he opened all his senses and embraced them.
A new world lay before him!
The reporters were stunned by this. It all seemed absurd. You're actually still smiling?
Like smiling, do you?
Smiling counted as a response too!
Click, click, click—the cameras went off in a frenzy.
When you couldn't answer the questions later, you'd better keep smiling~
Before the press conference officially began, Bai Youlou's manager anxiously grabbed him. "What evidence do you have, exactly? Did you get the surveillance footage from her house?"
"Nope~" Bai Youlou shook his head honestly this time. "I don't have any evidence at all."
His manager was dumbfounded. "Huh? Then why the hell are you holding this press conference? To apologize and retire?"
"No. I'm here to explain what happened."
Bai Youlou patted him on the shoulder. "Just watch me perform. Trust me."
To be fair, his low, magnetic voice was genuinely persuasive at that moment, and his manager inexplicably began to feel a little hopeful.
Could there really be a turnaround?
Five minutes later, his manager was watching from the back and cursing furiously.
He really had been fooled by this bastard.
"Crazy! You're crazy!"
Reporter: "Can you explain the specific circumstances of the rumors circulating online?"
Bai Youlou: "She seduced me!"
Reporter: "Huh?"
Bai Youlou: "It's true. She called her husband and said she was going to get her hair done. I just happened to be passing by."
The reporters were confused. What the hell is this supposed to mean?
"Th-Then what happened?"
Bai Youlou: "You have to understand, she was the type who was very special. Anyway, she pursued me like crazy and said I was handsome. I mean, who doesn't know that? Then she asked me to go to her house, saying things like her husband wasn't home. I had no idea what she meant."
Reporter: "S-So you went?"
Bai Youlou: "I took her home."
Reporter: "And then?"
Bai Youlou: "She even coquettishly invited me inside for some sweet soup."
Reporter: Fuck!
It wasn't over yet. Bai Youlou kept going.
He rattled off one outrageous line after another, like he was reciting a tongue-twister.
The first things he brought to this parallel world weren't Earth's entertainment works, but all sorts of bizarre, terrible memes!
Things like "bending over to cosplay a Christmas reindeer," "What are you doing~," "Turn off the lights and watch the glowing script," "She said wearing it didn't count as giving it," "Wait a minute~," and "A career collapse? I usually just book a hotel room." "."
They were completely speechless. They had never seen an artist like this.
His mouth ran like a runaway train, spewing all kinds of suggestive remarks that made everyone's scalps tingle.
But Bai Youlou's words also made the reporters incredibly excited.
They had seen tearfully begging for forgiveness, earnest apologies, and people pretending to be pitiful while sobbing uncontrollably. They had seen every type of response—just never someone having a full-blown episode right there on-site.
An episode was great!
Who cared whether he had suddenly lost his mind? As long as there was something worth watching, that was what mattered most.
As for whether that "female lead" was really the bizarre slut Bai Youlou described, that no longer mattered.
Just as Bai Youlou had directly taken the blame for everything, his "silver tongue" would also deal the other party a heavy blow.
What was the entertainment industry's greatest memory? Scandals?
Wrong!
Memes!
At the very end of the press conference, Bai Youlou even smiled and cooperated with the reporters as they took photos.
Click.
In the frozen photograph, the handsome young man's smile was exceptionally radiant, yet the tips of his teeth showed a faint, ghastly whiteness, giving him an almost ferocious, unrestrained look.
Flowers embroidered on brocade, oil poured onto a blazing fire.
If he had to do it all over again, he really did still love this kind of scorching life!
The press conference ended.
Everyone was satisfied. Bai Youlou had enjoyed cursing them out, the reporters had gotten plenty of material, and the spectators online would surely not be disappointed either. The only one whose mood had completely fallen apart was Bai Youlou's manager.
Still, they could talk about the comeback plan now.
"A comeback? Buddy, are you kidding me?"
Bai Youlou's manager had clearly already become dead inside. He no longer yelled at him, and his tone was filled with nothing but dejection.
Even the way he addressed him had changed to "buddy." Clearly, his own manager had given up on him entirely and was no longer speaking to him from a manager's perspective.
"Look at you, getting worked up again."
Bai Youlou patted him on the shoulder, seemingly starting to comfort him instead. "Having a scandal doesn't mean I'm really blacklisted. Relax. It just means my reputation is ruined. I'm still salvageable."
I'm still salvageable.
His manager had originally wanted to throw caution to the wind and keep cursing him out, but his heart softened at those words. Even so, he still looked helpless. "That's true. The authorities won't blacklist you over something like this, but anyone who uses you will get criticized. Nobody will want to take that kind of risk. It'll be a thankless job."
"Can't I go into the adult film business?"
"...That is possible, but I've heard that line of work is pretty tough and has very high physical requirements."
Well, well. An expert, huh?
Bai Youlou thought about it. "Let's make that the backup plan for now. Going into adult films isn't as good as becoming a gigolo. That might even pay more."
"A gigolo? The requirements are even higher there. Besides your physical condition, you also need to be good with your mouth. Why am I discussing this kind of thing with you? If you go into adult films, am I supposed to keep being your manager?"
"You wouldn't need to if I went into adult films. But if I become a director and cast myself, wouldn't I still need you? Someone has to help with the work. I'll pay you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'll pay you."
"The sentence before that."
"Becoming a director. I graduated from a directing program, didn't I?"
"Heh."
His manager looked at Bai Youlou as if he were looking at an idiot.
You graduated from a directing program?
You nearly got expelled, you know that? If I hadn't cleaned up your messes for you—
Tch!
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