"Wait, he's already this rich, and he still goes to work for someone else? Is something wrong with his brain?"
"With a dad like that, wouldn't being a full-time son at home be way better?"
"If I had five million, I'd just lie around at home until the end of time."
"Working is impossible. I'd never work in this lifetime."
"Hey, wake up. Five million is just his pocket money."
"My heart hurts even more now. Forget it, I'm going to write some shameless flattery. Young master, wait for me!"
"I won an excellence award in an elementary school essay competition. How about giving me this chance?"
Yan Xianjue handed the phone back to his eldest sister. "They're way too bored."
Yan Wan happily kept scrolling. "Your variety show seems to be doing pretty well too. It's not as bad as you said."
She still remembered Yan Xianjue's assessment of the show: "If it weren't for the well-chosen guests, this show would be worthless."
By now, Yan Xianjue had mostly woken up. Rather than going back to sleep, he took out his phone and checked the messages Ji Xi had sent him.
He replied to them one by one, quoting each message.
He remained perfectly calm, not dazzled by the current buzz. "It's just that this episode has gained a brief burst of popularity, not that the show itself is popular."
"Netizens are just curious. Beyond that curiosity, they find it a little strange."
"But the show's content can't sustain this level of attention. Netizens will make a joke out of it for a while, then it'll quickly pass without leaving any trace."
Of course, barring any surprises, once the Gaokao scores came out, the guests who became top scorers would set the show ablaze again.
"Then what are you