Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 226 New Variety Show Invitation

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Gu Qing moved back and forth between the clothes racks and the dressing room like a puppet on strings.

For three whole hours, he mechanically put on one gorgeous and intricate traditional Chinese costume after another, adjusting the angle and capturing moments in front of the camera.

The PR team's camera shutters clicked incessantly, faithfully recording each look to gather material for subsequent press releases.

At first, with seven or eight sets, there was still some novelty.

The exquisite tailoring and unique patterns could barely pique his interest.

However, the more time passed, the faint interest Gu Qing had was replaced by growing disappointment.

"Tsk..."

Once again, she changed into a "Ming-style" long robe embroidered with gold thread, made of such heavy fabric that it seemed capable of crushing a person.
Gu Qing frowned deeply in front of the mirror, making no attempt to hide it.

The person in the mirror was still handsome and elegant, exuding nobility.

But that outfit... while it was certainly stylish, it had an inexplicable awkwardness about it.

The purples are intensely vibrant, the whites are blindingly bright; elements from the Tang, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties are piled together haphazardly, like an overturned paint can.

The gold and silver threads shimmered dazzlingly, yet they lacked any sense of ancient elegance or blank space.

"This isn't traditional Chinese style at all; it looks like a nouveau riche's costume."

Gu Qing helplessly tugged at the overly wide sleeves, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

If it weren't for his handsome face and upright posture, he would probably be laughed at for wearing this outfit out in public.

"No wonder,"

He thought to himself, "Not every cultural worker is cultured."

The designer who created these clothes probably doesn't even know which dynasty they belong to.

From the warm afternoon sun until the city lights came on, when Gu Qing finally took off his last sequined "modified Hanfu," he felt completely drained.

The young men and women of the public relations team, having had their fill of visual enjoyment, left satisfied with their cameras.

Dragging her leaden legs back to the dormitory, Gu Qing carried the bland, watery "fodder" dinner.

—A few lettuce leaves, boiled chicken breast, and a pinch of quinoa.

He slumped in his chair, chewing on tasteless lettuce leaves with a sense of utter despair, calculating the time for his next indulgent meal.

Bored out of one's mind,
Gu Qing opened the chat software with the green icon after a long time.

The moment the screen lit up, countless tiny red dots representing unread messages crawled across the entire list like a virus, almost overflowing the screen.

Gu Qing's vision went black, and she felt the little strength she had just regained instantly drain away. "This...it'll be ages before we know it..."

His contact list has only about 300 friends, which is extremely small in the entertainment industry.

Gu Qing had also asked Deng Chao and Wang Baoqiang, who were close friends.

The messages start at two thousand, and it would probably take ten minutes to scroll through all the unread messages, not to mention how long it would take to reply.

Fortunately, all the friends I added were celebrities, and we knew each other's busy schedules, so they didn't mind how quickly I replied to their messages.

Even so, after some people send out their messages, they generally disappear without a trace.

Like 'Da Xi,' who used to bother him every night, I wonder if she's caught a new fish. Their interactions stopped about six months ago.

The tall girl named Chen Yao, who had left an impression on Gu Qing, sent him the song "Ten Years in the Human World" three months ago, expressing her admiration as a little fan.

Even the most lively Nazha stopped chattering when it came to the time she was filming in Thailand.

Gu Qing's obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up, and his fingers flew across the screen, first swiping away all the unsightly red dots one by one, as if cleaning up a battlefield.

Using my photographic memory, I sprang into action, beginning to precisely categorize this deluge of information:

Exchanges of pleasantries and work invitations should be filed directly and handled as needed.

About fifty people, who are casual acquaintances and close friends, have entered the queue for replies.

Gu Qing roused herself and began replying to each message one by one.

First and foremost, the most important thing is the Running Man cast. Deng Chao, Li Chen, and even Zheng Kai all asked Gu Qing out for a meal, asking when he would make a guest appearance on an episode of Running Man.

The couple, Chen Sicheng and Tong Liya, who had just parted, asked him separately if he had arrived home safely.

Gu Qingxian replied to each of them one by one.

After that,

Jiang Xin, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was overjoyed to learn that he had donated to Han Hong's charity project. She said a lot, which boiled down to one sentence: "Little brother, you've made your sister proud!"

A month ago, Liu Shishi sent Gu Qing a message recommending an anime character.

When asked if he could promote his next project, "The Imperial Doctress," at a comic convention and cosplay the character, he was asked to do so.

He's clearly a bit addicted.

"If you cosplay Sailor Moon, I'll cosplay him."

Gu Qing continued scrolling up, and messages with increasingly closer dates came into view:

He has been receiving a constant stream of news from his closest friend, Sister Zhao.

Her chat window was filled with all sorts of "life snippets":
Close-ups of the crew's boxed lunches, a glimpse of blue sky outside the set window, the occasional funny selfie, and even long passages of emotionally charged complaints.

The frequency is so high that there are new messages almost every two or three days.

She seemed completely unconcerned about whether Gu Qing replied, continuing to share and confide in him as if he were an absolutely safe confidant.

Looking at the texts and pictures, some trivial and some real, Gu Qing showed a gentle helplessness on her face. "It's a good thing they sent them to me, otherwise you would have been cyberbullied again."

Secondly,

What Gu Qing didn't expect was that Chen Duling, nicknamed "Little Ears," had sent him a picture yesterday.

This genius girl's latest post, which was made yesterday, is a screenshot of her playing League of Legends in Diamond 1 rank.
The caption screamed menacingly: "I've reached Diamond 1! Let's Solo! (clenched fist emoji)"

Curious, he scrolled up and discovered that Chen Duling's chat history over the past few months was practically a condensed history of blood and tears in ranked matches:

Today it's "five consecutive wins!", tomorrow it's "six consecutive losses, I'm so angry!", the day after tomorrow it's "a do-or-die match in the promotion tournament!", and the day after that it's "I got screwed over by those terrible teammates again...".

Looking at the battle reports, each one brimming with fighting spirit yet tinged with a touch of grievance, Gu Qing couldn't help but laugh and cry. "They're really persistent."

He tapped his finger lightly, replying simply and clearly: "No."

It's as if I can foresee Chen Duling's aggrieved look after seeing the reply on the other side of the screen.

Just as Gu Qing finished replying to Chen Duling and was about to continue reading, a new message notification sounded crisply.

Teacher He: "Xiao Gu, are you there? I saw the news about your return to China. [smile] If you have time, could you give me a call? I have some good news to share with you."

Gu Qing paused in her chewing of lettuce leaves, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Good news?"

Gu Qing put down her chopsticks and curiously dialed the number.

The phone was answered almost immediately after only one ring.

"Hello? Xiao Gu?"

The voice of Teacher He, gentle yet tinged with surprise, came from the other end of the phone; she clearly hadn't expected Gu Qing to call back so quickly.

This efficiency warmed his heart and made him even more certain that he was a significant friend in Gu Qing's heart.

"Hello, Teacher He,"

Gu Qing swallowed the lettuce in her mouth, her voice slightly hoarse from just finishing a high-intensity job, but filled with affection, "I just saw your message and called without even finishing my meal."

What good news is so mysterious?

"Haha, that's right. Our Huangguotai is preparing a brand new variety show, and the lineup is quite luxurious!"

Moreover, we have invited a very important guest…”

Teacher He paused deliberately, building up the suspense, before revealing the answer clearly, word by word: "And this big shot is your idol!"

"My idol?"

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(P.S.: I'll catch up on some variety shows, and there will be four updates tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)