Liao Hai held his phone, hesitating to speak.
Yan Ningke looked puzzled. "What is it?"
"Bro! The sky is falling!"
Yan Ningke was speechless. Let it fall if it wanted to. He wasn't the one falling, anyway!
Rather than Yan Ningke's flawless red-carpet shots, what first caught everyone's attention was a candid photo of him laughing with his mouth wide open.
That alone would have been fine. Who wasn't allowed to laugh? The problem was that the shots of Liao Hai covering his face and of him putting on an act on the red carpet were brought out for comparison, instantly filling the internet with laughter.
[Love means always feeling you haven't done enough for someone, but you clearly don't need that!]
[Baby Ningke, stop pretending and come clean. You're a two-faced man who acts one way in public and another in private.]
[Go ahead and explain. I'm not listening anyway!]
[Man, your throat has successfully caught my attention!]
Liao Hai gave him a brooding look. "Bro, laugh. Why aren't you laughing anymore?"
Yan Ningke: "..."
Yan Ningke was furious. Fine, fine, fine. So that's how you're going to play it? Then none of you gets to have a good time.
Ten minutes later, Yan Ningke was sweating all over as he told a sickly-looking Liao Hai, "Post it!"
Liao Hai said, "Bro, is there really no one online whose opinion you care about anymore?"
Yan Ningke smiled faintly. "Doesn't matter. They'll come begging!"
Who could possibly outdo him in sheer madness? Utterly resigned, Liao Hai uploaded the "graceful dance" he had thrown together in no time with a few casual moves.
Sure enough, this glorious age turned out just as he wished.
Almost everyone begged him to delete it immediately. Some new fans had no idea what was going