The camera cuts to a rather simple apartment, and the cameraman focuses his lens on a handsome young man on the sofa. "Hey! Get up, buddy! The sun's about to set!"
"Huh?" Fang Yu looked up from the cushion, revealing her delicate and fair face, her soft brown hair sticking up haphazardly, looking like a messy bird's nest.
"Has the sun set?"
He rubbed his eyes, turned over, and went back to sleep. "That's perfect. I'll take another nap and get up when the sun comes out."
Directors: "..."
Xu Mingzhi: "Young man, I have some bad news to tell you."
"Just now, your agent stormed over with a feather duster," Director Xu said in a weary tone. "He'll be there in about two minutes."
Swish!
The young man, who had been sprawled on the sofa, sprang to his feet and began tidying himself up at lightning speed, along with a pile of potato chips, snacks, and carbonated drinks on the coffee table that looked high in calories... Half a minute later, the person in front of the camera was completely transformed.
Fang Yu gracefully raised her hand. "Director, please ask."
Please use one word to describe your ideal partner.
After a long silence, the production team received yet another bizarre but concise answer:
"I."
This time, there's no need for Feng Chi explanation; the guest has already been tagged in post-production.
Slacker, narcissist.
Wen Jiu suddenly felt a little scared. " Feng Chi, what if... what if I'm assigned to a group with him..."
"Don't worry." Feng Chi expressed great satisfaction with the guest's mental state. "I will protect you."
Wen Jiu appeared dazed.
Director: "What are your expectations for the partners the production team has prepared for you?"
Xi Mo: "Be more aggressive, be more provocative, after all, I'm looking for... (voice muted later)"
Fang Yu: "Can you help me convince my agent so I can eat, drink, and sleep all day?"
Shen Huaian: "No expectations. By the way, Director, could you please summon my on-screen partner?"
Wen Jiu: "... Only half? Director, just tell me, how many guests are there on this show?"
"..."
The production team retracted a message.
[Great, the pressure from the guest team is already palpable through the screen.]
[I was still somewhat looking forward to the other half of the guest list, but now, my anxiety has finally died down.]
[Director, don't tell me I want to watch these guests fall in love (frustrated)]
[This is so stupid, even a diamond drill couldn't produce a spark of love, right?]
[Heart Signal? I think it's more like a heart attack signal, hahaha]
I'm so curious who can handle them. Will President Feng come?
[How could that be? There's a limit to dreams. This isn't a novel. Do you really think all domineering CEOs are that idle?]
The day of the show's premiere arrived quickly.
Wen Jiu was wearing an oversized bear-patterned hoodie, and her originally brownish hair had been dyed back to black, looking soft and fluffy, making netizens in front of the screen feel inexplicably itchy to touch it.
He easily carried the huge suitcase with one hand, trudged up the stairs to put it away, then slung it downstairs and sat down to chat with the guests in the living room.
Shen Huaian put one arm around his second brother's shoulder and leaned in to gossip in a low voice. "Is President Feng coming?"
Wen Jiu shook her head and replied in a low voice, "He's away on a business trip."
Okay.
Shen Huaian quickly perked up, cleared his throat, and introduced to Wen Jiu, "Look closely, that woman's name is..."
Snap!
Suddenly, a shoe sole flew towards the two of them.
Shen Huaian ducked to avoid it, then looked back with lingering fear.
"I remain unchanged, my name and surname are the same." The woman, her ten-centimeter stilettos swaying, her bright red dress flamboyant, her long, beautiful legs gleaming, said, " Xi Mo."
"Hello, Xiao Wen Jiu ~"
Glug!
Xiao Wen Jiu swallowed hard, trembling as she burrowed into the sofa. "Hello, snorting... Xi Mo."
Xi Mo narrowed her beautiful eyes, precisely catching his pronunciation error. However, before she could correct him, a hand lazily stretched out from the corner. "Help~"
Three pairs of eyes swept over in a flash.
"Murder! Everyone, look! Someone's been hit with a shoe sole! Pfft, I'm dead... Director, please send someone to take me away and bury me in a room!"
In the footage, the pale hand fell limply to its side, and then the person on the ground twitched twice before stiffening up.
Everyone: "..."
[This exaggerated acting... I don't believe it could be done without at least ten years of experience in staged accidents.]
[Is Xiao Yu trying to slack off? Is he trying to be lazy?! He's already trying to stage an accident right after starting work! This is extremely serious and must be dealt with severely!]
Am I the only one wondering where the young lady found that shoe sole?
"Dude, this won't do."
Wen Jiu went over to help her up. Fang Yu tried to struggle, but her whole body was lifted into the air.
Wen Jiu slammed him down on the sofa with two quick movements. "You're here to work, how can you slack off right from the start? Cheer up!"
Fang Yu hadn't recovered from the fact that Wen Jiu was so strange, and looked at him blankly as she said:
"Like a monk ringing the bell for a day, doing menial work for a day and acting crazy for a day."
Wen Jiu:...
"Hmm." Xi Mo, "Fair, honest, and to the point."
Shen Huaian applauded enthusiastically.
Wen Jiu staggered slightly, then sat down on the sofa, looking dazed.
At that moment, he really wanted to ask, "Then what are you doing here?"
"To make money." Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Fang Yu shifted her position and joined the conversation. "I didn't want to come either, but the production team offered too much."
After saying that, he retorted to Wen Jiu, "Aren't you the same?"
Wen Jiu:...
"Now that we've taken the money, we have to do a good job!" Wen Jiu took the lead and sounded the charge. He felt a great responsibility, and whether he could save his colleague's career outlook depended on today!
"So many fans across the country are watching, you can't let them down!"
"Speaking of which, it's another sad story." Fang Yu rarely encountered someone so passionate, and finding him amusing, she wanted to tease him. "Would you like to hear it?"
Wen Jiu nodded earnestly.
Upon hearing that there was some gossip, Xi Mo immediately moved a small stool over and came over. Shen Huaian quickly searched around the production crew and hurriedly distributed a handful of snacks and melon seeds to everyone.
Fang Yu's eyes lit up, and he scooped up the potato chips, crunching them loudly.
Fang Yu: "Do you know how many fans I have?"
Xi Mo cracked open a sunflower seed. "How much?"
Fang Yu stretched out its claws and mysteriously made a "2" gesture.
"Twenty million?"
Two million?
Two hundred million?
After a series of denials, Wen Jiu was puzzled, "It can't be 200,000, can it?"
"No, no." Fang Yu chewed and swallowed. "Although on the surface it's only 200,000..."
Wen Jiu paused, unpacking the chicken feet:... Damn, it really is!
Fang Yu: "But behind the scenes, it's far more than that!"
Shen Huaian, who had just reached 90 million followers, asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Fang Yu: "I also have a million-strong army of haters."
Wen Jiu: "Pfft--"