[Learned it—President Li really knows how to ship.]
[President Li must be suffering so much. Their movies clashed in release dates, forcing them to become rivals, but privately, he probably wanted Wu Bai to become a box-office dark horse and crush everyone else more than anyone.]
[How tragic. To fulfill President Li's wish, I'm willing to contribute to Wu Bai's box office.]
Li Changyuan: ???
What gave you the right to make wishes on my behalf?!
The netizens had angered him into the hospital again.
Same hospital, same nurse. The moment she saw him, she recognized a fellow fan. "Wedding officiant, it's you again! How did shipping land you in the hospital again?"
Li Changyuan wanted to die.
Not only did he want to die, but he had now become a pure hater. He was going to hate-watch Wu Bai's movie and see exactly how they'd managed to polish a turd.
"Excuse me." The ticket checker called after him.
Li Changyuan immediately went on alert. "What do you want? I'm telling you, I'm not a Wu Bai CP fan! I don't ship those two, and I'm definitely not a wedding officiant!"
Everyone who saw him asked that! Every single one!
How were you CP fans like cockroaches, spread all over the world?!
What a strange guy. The ticket checker gave him an odd look, then handed him something. "Here. A movie ticket souvenir."
Oh, so they even had merch? What deep scheming!
After cursing them out, Li Changyuan lowered his head to inspect the contents of the greaseproof paper bag.
A chive pocket and a garlic grilled sausage.
"What's this?" Li Changyuan picked up the candy-colored rubber band threaded through the chive pocket.
"Edible and wearable, haute couture design, fashionably hot, essential for turning heads on the street." The ticket