Do You Have Any Professional Ethics?!

At this filming location, Fu Zhouchi simply could not stay another second.

One mention of prostates, then another of dogs in heat—where was he supposed to put his face?

Fu Zhouchi clenched his fists and rose to leave, only to sit back down the next second, his gaze darkening as he stared at the competition area.

Song Yichuan was detestable, but the information he conveyed was incredibly valuable.

The elite circles had always operated on the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy to win every battle. The more secrets you knew, the better your odds. Who didn't understand that?

Even Yan Jinyu, who never participated in any entertainment activities, had parachuted into a variety show in an attempt to overhear something. That alone showed how famous Song Yichuan had become among the elite.

If he left and missed even a single juicy secret, it could cause immeasurable losses.

So even if he had to die of drought by the lake, he would die right here.

The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up, forming an amused smile.

Come to think of it, the range of people exposed to these thoughts was quite interesting. Only true elite families or major figures in the circle could hear them.

It was easy to reach that conclusion—just look at everyone else's reactions. If they had heard that he had just undergone surgery for benign prostatic hyperplasia, they could not possibly be this calm.

Good shot!

A cheer pulled Fu Zhouchi from his thoughts. His eyes narrowed as he looked back toward the court, where two equally tall figures worked together in perfect coordination, attacking and defending in turn until their opponents were driven back again and again, utterly unable to fight back.

Lu Chen was his own schoolmate, and Fu Zhouchi knew his abilities well. A player who could take on two people alone was actually getting crushed like this? It was unbelievable.

Before Song Yichuan had been brought back, hadn't his file said he was a useless good-for-nothing?

How could this be?

Fu Zhouchi's expression suddenly darkened even further.

21:13. Song Yichuan and Yan Jinyu won.

The director announced the result with a microphone, and excited whistles immediately rang out across the field.

The wealthy heirs applauded and celebrated, forming a stark contrast with one person's lonely, helpless appearance.

Lu Chen covered his cheek, his expression restrained as he deliberately avoided the cameras. The volleyball slipped weakly from his hand and fell onto the sand.

The blue sea and sky seemed to lose their color, as a wisp of dark cloud hung before the camera.

He had never expected the moment meant for him to shine to be stolen by Song Yichuan.

His anger from humiliation was real, but what he displayed was grievance and unwillingness.

Getting hit in the face by a volleyball yet persevering to finish the match—this tragic persona should earn him a wave of attention.

Sure enough, fans in the livestream began to feel sorry for him. That's so excessive! They were obviously bullying him! Who throws a ball at someone's face?

What's wrong with the director?

Where are the medical staff?

Shouldn't they check his injuries immediately?

These spoiled rich kids have no humanity at all. They don't even show the most basic concern, just stand around watching the fun.

Of course, there were dissenting voices as well.

Are you blind?

Didn't you see that Lu Chen was the one who served a killing shot first?

If Song Yichuan hadn't dodged it, he'd be the injured one right now!

Exactly! Since Lu Chen was the one who acted unfairly first, why should anyone indulge him?

Isn't it only fair if both sides give as good as they get?

Anyway, I thought the match was exciting.

Mm, Song Yichuan's legs are pretty white. Lu Chen's deliberate posing was noticed by the director, who felt somewhat displeased and gave the assistant beside him a stiff order. "Get medical staff to treat his injury."

"No need. It's just a minor injury."

Lu Chen walked off the court and waved his hand. The director glanced over; being too courteous would only make it look fake.

Lu Chen's expression stiffened slightly at those words. Then, without saying anything, he walked toward a corner.

Since he had already been exposed, too much arguing would only provoke more disgust. Silence was the best solution.

In the following matches, Song Yichuan's team swept through their opponents without a single loss, showing no signs of fatigue at all. If anything, they seemed to grow stronger with every battle.

When they won the final point, the two of them actually embraced without thinking, though it lasted only half a second.

Feeling the burning warmth against his chest, Song Yichuan jolted as if electrocuted and quickly released his arms.

Fuck, what am I doing?

How could I have intimate contact with a melon from the melon patch?

Hey, Song Yichuan, wake up. Just eat your gossip properly. Don't mess with the tool character.

Yan Jinyu: ...A melon from the melon patch? Don't mess with the tool character? You really know how to poke someone where it hurts.

Fu Zhouchi: Jiaojiao, you should be content with this. At least you're not a dog in heat or a freeloader who had prostate surgery. The wealthy heirs laughed so hard they nearly died!

Only you would dare describe the Grim Reaper of the Yan Family like that!

The morning competition came to an end, and the guests returned to the villa to rest.

When night fell, it was time for the romantic candlelit dinner.

The seaside restaurant was ready, and the guests would receive couples' dinners of different tiers according to their match rankings.

First place: Song-Yan CP. Second place: Huo-Chen CP. Third place: Yu-Meng CP. Fourth place: Fu-Lu CP.

The director pointed at the seats and continued, "Everyone may take their seats according to the nameplates on the tables."

Huo Renjie stood on tiptoe to peek over. The next second, he made a victory sign. "Yes! We got the spot closest to the melon patch!"

His smug appearance displeased the other guests.

Sweet-looking Yu Jiajia rolled her eyes. "If you hadn't cheated, how could you possibly have come in second?"

"Hey, look at the results, okay?"

"Who cares how I won?"

Huo Renjie curled his lip. "What, can't accept losing?"

Meng Qiongqi was displeased when he heard that. "Not convinced? Then let's compete again."

"Fine! Who's afraid of you?"

Chen Qiwei crossed her arms and snorted. "Come on, why aren't we going in yet?"

Don't they know I worked so hard to get first place just for the food?

The moment that thought came through, the previously heated scene instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Why did everyone stop talking? Weren't they just about to throw down?

Rich people really are full of energy. They aren't even tired.

Thinking this, Song Yichuan seemed to casually glance toward Yan Jinyu. Sigh, this is so boring. While we're waiting for the food...

How about I look through some gossip?

There isn't much worth digging into about Yan Jinyu, but the Yan Family has plenty of big secrets. Since he's on my team, maybe I can give him a few hints when I get the chance. Wait—big gossip needs to stay secret to be enjoyed for longer...

Why does this guy's expression look wrong?

Could it be the wealthy heirs...?

Ah, who cares what expression he has? If there's gossip, hurry up and share it! Let me see!

Holy shit, something like this actually happened?!

Just as that thought came through, the director raised his microphone. "Everyone may take their seats and dine."

Hearing that, Song Yichuan immediately strode forward on his long legs. Hungry, hungry. Food first!

The wealthy heirs broke down. Hey, do you have any professional ethics at all?!