Si Di's Nerve Was Getting Bigger and Bigger

The message was sent, but there was no reply for a long time.

Si Di listlessly took a cab back to the apartment he rented. The moment he entered, his manager, Wu Biao, came rushing over in a whirlwind.

The second he walked in, Wu Biao glared and shouted, "Did you get into a fight with Best Actor Qin?"

Si Di was changing into slippers. He nodded and asked, "How did you know?"

"How did I know? The whole world knows by now! You got secretly photographed by paparazzi when you were fighting Best Actor Qin, did you know that?"

Wu Biao's chest heaved as he pulled out his phone and shoved the screen in front of Si Di's face.

Weibo trending searches.

#Qin Wei Si Di Fight Downstairs in Residential Complex#

#Trash Talk Turns into a Fight, Si Di's Nerve Is Getting Bigger and Bigger!#

His gaze slid downward.

Si Di suddenly frowned and pointed at the third trending topic. "What's this 'humanoid little shrimp'? That has nothing to do with me, right?"

Wu Biao kept a straight face and said nothing. He tapped the topic and shoved the phone in front of him again.

Good lord.

What the fuck was this?

Couldn't the paparazzi have found a better angle?

They had photographed him like a shrimp with its spine bent backward. Didn't he need to maintain his image?

Si Di took the phone and scrolled down.

The paparazzi had most likely been following Qin Wei. They had followed his car into the residential complex and, after lying in wait, unexpectedly captured the two of them fighting.

[Si Di, you've really grown some balls!]

[If my husband goes bald in the future, you little shrimp, I'm not done with you!]

[When I saw Si Di helping that bicycle up, I thought he was a decent young man. Who knew he was just clearing space for a fight!]

[To be fair, Si Di is so good-looking that he would've been famous long ago if he hadn't provoked Best Actor Qin. I really don't know why he has to act like this.]

[Holy shit, why do I think he's kind of cute? Brother Si Di, don't hit Qin Wei, hit me instead!]

Si Di: ...

Fans these days were getting harder and harder to manage.

Did a word like cute suit an incomparably fierce man like him?

Before he could finish reading, Wu Biao snatched the phone away. His face drooped, and he looked utterly hopeless while simmering with rage.

"Anyway, there's no resolving this grudge between you and Best Actor Qin. No one in the industry dares to offend him, and no one will dare hire you for acting roles. How about this? Let's switch positions. You can be the manager from now on and manage me. I'll go act."

Si Di said, "That's not impossible."

"..."

Wu Biao's face turned red, then white, then red again. He collapsed heavily onto the sofa, leaned his head back against it, and stared with eyes that looked like he had died with grievances unresolved.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Si Di rummaged through the cabinet in his bedroom, found a bank card, and stood behind Wu Biao holding it.

"Biao, this card has the scholarships I saved while I was in school, plus money I earned from part-time jobs. It's not much. It might not even buy one wheel of your Mercedes-Benz, but it's all my savings."

Si Di placed the card on Wu Biao's forehead, then swept his palm over his eyes, forcibly laying him to rest.

"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you'll find the shore. Go find yourself another artist."

"I won't!" Wu Biao threw the bank card onto the coffee table, sat upright, and said seriously, "I'm not willing to accept that! With that face of yours, heaven itself is chasing after you with a rice bowl. I really can't accept failing to make you famous!"

Si Di blinked. "To be honest, I'm actually pretty famous."

Wu Biao: "..."

Si Di said, "Among Qin Wei's fans, I'm practically known by everyone. Objectively speaking, haters are fans too. In a sense, however many fans Qin Wei has, that's how many fans I have."

Wu Biao: "..."

Heavens! Earth!

Hurry up and send down an immortal to take away this heartless child!

After sitting in silence for a while, Wu Biao turned to Si Di and asked, "Apologize to Qin Wei. He's magnanimous. As long as you're willing to lower your head, he'll forgive you so he won't get morally blackmailed."

Here it came again.

Si Di decisively stretched out his hand like Erkang. "My head can be chopped off, my blood can flow, but I will never take back what I said about Qin Wei being a dog!"

"No room for compromise?"

"Absolutely none!"

"No regrets?"

"Absolutely no regrets!"

Wu Biao slapped his thigh and stood up, saying for the 108th time, "Then this is where our friendship ends. The road is wide beneath the sky; we'll each go our separate way. If I ever come looking for you again, I'm a dog."

After saying that, he lifted his foot to leave when his phone suddenly rang.

Wu Biao answered as he walked toward the door. After only a few steps, he abruptly stopped. He responded with several "Mm-hmms," hung up, and turned back.

Si Di looked up at him, completely baffled.

"Woof, woof woof."

Wu Biao barked twice cleanly and decisively, crouched down, and wrapped Si Di in a hug. "Ah—Di Bao, my Mercedes-Benz wheel is here! A job came looking for you on its own!"

Even Si Di was stunned by that.

"A talent show called Limited Idol was announced a while ago. You know about it, right? The original 101 trainees were chosen ages ago, but filming starts the day after tomorrow, and someone suddenly broke his leg. The production team just called and wants you to fill the spot."

Si Di said, "A boy group talent show? But I'm an actor?"

"That's not a problem at all!"

Wu Biao waved a hand. "There are still two days before filming starts. I'll find you a teacher and get you some crash-course training."

Si Di said, "Cramming at the last minute won't work."

Wu Biao said, "There's another saying for cramming at the last minute: sharpen your spear before battle. Even if it doesn't make it fast, it'll at least make it shine!"

That actually seemed true.

Si Di had nothing to say.

It wasn't that he didn't want to work. He just didn't want to lower his head to Qin Wei.

A verbal agreement wasn't enough. For some reason, Wu Biao insisted on making him write a participation guarantee.

Then, as soon as Wu Biao left, a message came through on WeChat.

[Biao: Um, I didn't dare tell you earlier, but the mentor and initiator of Limited Idol is actually Qin Wei.]

[Little Si Invincible: [Wave][Wave]]

[Little Si Invincible: How about we still go our separate ways under the wide sky?]

The message was sent, and a bright red exclamation mark popped up.

Si Di despaired.

He walked into the bedroom and lay stiffly on the bed like a salted fish.

Creak, creak—

[V: Just got home.]

[V: What's wrong, baby? Where are you hurt?]

[Little Si Invincible: My pride is hurt. [Tears][Tears]]