Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 257 Night Raid Fails
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"...[Passing through your world,]"
I've lived my best life.

Please keep moving forward; there's no need to look back.
"I'll be the one waiting for you at the finish line..."

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"...Please keep moving forward, don't look back, I'll be waiting for you at the finish line..."

The last note trembled slightly, elongating slowly in the air before finally fading into silence.

Gu Qing closed her eyes, slowly exhaled, and ended her performance.

"That's fantastic, Mr. Gu!" The music director practically burst through the door of the monitoring room, his face beaming with undisguised admiration and satisfaction as he clapped enthusiastically. "You created all of this yourself—the arrangement, the lyrics, the performance—making it hard for us ordinary folks to even make a living."

Gu Qing had just pushed open the door when Zhang Ruoyun grabbed his shoulder. "Wow, bro!"

Zhang Ruoyun's eyes were still red, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Your singing is so heart-wrenching! Tell me honestly, have you been hurt badly?"

He asked, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Otherwise, how could you write and sing with this kind of feeling?"

Gu Qing pulled himself out of the song's intense emotion, let out a soft sigh, and made up an excuse: "Inspiration from reading the original novel."

He turned to the music director, "Brother Wang, please edit the demo as soon as possible, I need it."

"Don't worry, Teacher Gu!" Director Wang immediately patted his chest and assured him, "It will be sent to your email by tomorrow morning at the latest!"

"Let's go!"

Zhang Ruoyun's sadness came and went quickly, instantly replaced by excitement. She pulled Gu Qing along with her arm, "Let's go fishing!"

He skillfully climbed into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and headed straight for his most familiar fishing spot nearby.

About an hour and a half later, the car stopped beside a tranquil body of water.

Although it was late at night, the headlamps of night anglers were scattered along the shore, their faint lights reflected on the water.

As a senior member, Zhang Ruoyun skillfully led Gu Qing to her exclusive "feng shui spot".

He nimbly squatted down, opened his bulging "armory," and picked through the equipment: "Bro, lure fishing or hand rod fishing?"

"A hand rod, please."

Gu Qing considered himself a traditionalist, and looking at the dark water, he hesitated, "It's so dark, can lure fishing really work?"

"Hey, don't get it?"

Zhang Ruoyun, with an air of expertise, said, "It's in the dark that you really show off your lure fishing skills!"
In dim lighting, fish are less wary, making it easier for them to take the bait!

He deftly helped Gu Qing adjust the fishing rod, mixed the fishy-smelling bait, and skillfully prepared the fishing spot before starting to work on his own shiny lure fishing gear. "How about a match? The loser treats everyone tomorrow!"

"Row."

Gu Qing responded, her gaze falling on the ball of bright red, sticky bait that Zhang Ruoyun had mixed, and she was a little at a loss. "Um... do you have any earthworms?"

"Earthworms?" Zhang Ruoyun almost burst out laughing, but she managed to hold it back, her shoulders shaking. "What era are we living in? Who still uses those things?"

Even so, he immediately called over a fish farm employee to bring over a box of wriggling earthworms. He chuckled to himself: Earthworms? Dude, you're definitely treating us to a meal!

Gu Qing picked up an earthworm with one hand, placed it in his palm, and slapped it with his other hand, knocking it unconscious. His movements were swift and decisive.

Without batting an eye, he snapped off half of the line, skillfully hooked it onto the fishing line, and with a flick of his wrist, "whoosh—" the fishing line sliced ​​through the night and landed precisely in the water.

"Wow, your technique is quite skillful!" Zhang Ruoyun straightened up, picked up her cool lure rod, and prepared to cast gracefully.

"I'm hit!"

"What...what did you mean?!" Zhang Ruoyun suddenly turned her head and saw Gu Qing's shiny black staff bend into a breathtaking crescent moon!

"Holy crap! Are you kidding me?!" His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"That seems a bit too strong!"

Gu Qing gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands, leaned back, and tried to pull hard with her face flushed. The rod groaned under the strain.

"Brother! Brother! Don't force it!"

Zhang Ruoyun dropped her rod and rushed over, anxiously circling Gu Qingzhi, gesturing wildly and directing, "Let out the line! Play it! Play it slowly! You'll break the rod if you keep doing that!"

He desperately wanted to grab the pole and do it himself, but he was afraid of breaking the rules, so he could only anxiously wait.

not far away,
Those fishermen who had been smoking and seemed relaxed suddenly turned around, their scarlet eyes shining brightly in the darkness, staring intently at Gu Qing's bow-shaped fishing rod and the churning of the water.

"Thump! Thump—!"

The water splashed violently against the shore.

Following Zhang Ruoyun's instructions, Gu Qing began to steadily reel in and release the line, engaging in a struggle with the large creature underwater.

About ten minutes later.

A large grass carp, gleaming silver and estimated to be at least a meter long and weighing at least twelve or thirteen pounds, was carefully scooped up by Zhang Ruoyun with a landing net and hauled ashore. "Tsk, so-so. I've caught bigger ones before."

"Grass carp? It has a strong earthy taste, not as fragrant as crucian carp."

"Exactly, I wouldn't take it even if it were given to me for free."

The shore was filled with chatter. The anglers shrugged it off, but their eyes were fixed on the "trophy" under the streetlight, still struggling in the net, its scales reflecting an alluring golden light.

"Brother Ruoyun, is this considered big?" Gu Qing put the fish into the fish trap that was submerged in water.

"Uh...it's alright, not bad." Zhang Ruoyun cleared her throat, trying to remain calm. "Haven't you been fishing in a long time?"

"Yeah, I only played in the countryside during elementary school."

"No wonder! It's the newbie protection period, and the long-awaited return gift pack!"

Zhang Ruoyun instantly regained her composure, picked up her cool lure rod again, and confidently swung her arm, sending the lure flying in a beautiful arc into the darkness. "Watch me show you a big black one, here I come!"

at the same time,

—Inside the hotel,

Naza curled up on the hotel bed, hugging a pillow, the light from the TV screen reflecting on her somewhat dazed face.

She listened intently for the nth time to the sounds coming from next door, but all remained silent. "...It's just recording a song, why aren't they back yet?"

She muttered to herself, feeling empty inside as her carefully prepared "all-out gamble" plan was about to fall through.

In the other room,
Tang Yixin was practicing her breathing while looking at her phone screen.

A series of messages and missed calls went unanswered.

"Zhang! Ruo! Yun!" she hissed through gritted teeth, "Are you dead out there?! You're not answering your phone or replying to your messages! You just wait!"

The next day, the sky was bright.

"Brother Ruoyun, the fish basket is almost full, shall we pack up?"

Gu Qing yawned, then deftly lifted the rod, catching a beautiful crested fish, but felt a little bored.

"Walk?!"

Zhang Ruoyun suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot from staying up all night, staring intently at her almost empty fish basket—with only a few pitiful, tiny tilapia struggling inside.

He felt his hands were sore and stiff from frantically cranking the wheel.

And that's it?!

Luo Fei?

What the hell is the difference between this and the Air Force?!
A huge sense of frustration welled up inside me.

"You must have stolen my lucky spot!"

Zhang Ruoyun shouted unwillingly, "No, let's switch positions and fight again!"

"Next time, next time, bro."

Gu Qing quickly packed her things, "I need to go back and catch up on some sleep, there's a promotional event this afternoon!"

He was about to pour the lively fish in the fish basket back into the lake.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhang Ruoyun jumped up and quickly pulled out her phone. "Let me take a picture! To commemorate your glorious victory!"

He snapped a few photos of Gu Qing's heavy fish basket, his fingers flying across the screen as he quickly edited a post for his WeChat Moments, adding a picture of his own catch with a Versailles-esque caption: "Sigh, fished all night, and this is all I got? No fun."

On the way back, Zhang Ruoyun casually bought hot steamed buns and soy milk from a roadside breakfast stall.

He wasn't worried about being recognized—after all, who would recognize a fishing star who's an "air force"?

It's one thing to not catch any fish, but why isn't the person famous either!
The thought flashed through his mind, but it only added to his bitterness.

The two returned to the hotel, quickly washed up, and went straight to sleep.

Time slipped by silently, and before we knew it, it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

The alarm clock rang, and Gu Qing sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. The makeup artist quickly finished his makeup and styling.

He quickly took a short nap, and when he opened his eyes again, he was full of energy. He got into his car and headed straight to the movie promotion venue.

Get ready to face the reporters' challenge once again!
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(P.S.: I'm a bit tired, everyone. I'll make up for the third update tomorrow.)
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