Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

"Go to hell!"

Bai Li looked disgusted.

"Wei, I've noticed you're becoming increasingly shameless."

Bai Li patted the sleeve that Wang Wei had touched:

"I don't want to live a life like 'Brother, make sure you poop clean tonight, I have a big purpose.'"

Wang Wei chuckled and replied confidently:

"Brother Li, you don't understand. This is called emotional resonance."

Bai Li ignored this guy and turned to look at Xie Lingmo, who was standing to the side, curiously looking around.

"Lingmo, I don't have any scenes today."

Bai Lichao gestured with his lip in his office:

"Let them keep busy, come on, I'll take you to play a couple of games."

Upon hearing this, Xie Lingmo's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Hmm! Playing that search and attack game?"

She still remembers that she first met Bai Li in a game.

At that time, Bai Li's marksmanship was so steady it was like he had unlocked a lock-on cheat.

Watching the two walk side by side into the office, Zhang Qian, who was memorizing her lines by the sofa, pouted.

She nudged Chen Tingting beside her:

"Sister Tingting, did you see that? Big Brother is going to pick up girls again."

Let him get laid.

Chen Tingting rolled her eyes dismissively:

"Let him soak! Otherwise, the rest of us will be fed by him sooner or later."

Inside the office.

"Follow me, don't wander off. Only move when I tell you to fire."

Bai Li put on her headphones, her expression becoming focused.

Xie Lingmo sat obediently beside her, her eyes filled with admiration:

"Okay, my good friend will take me flying!"

For the next two hours, Xie Lingmo's cheers echoed continuously in the office.

"Wow! Another team wiped out!"

"Time to loot the loot box again!"

As she controlled her character to run and pick up equipment, she happily said:

"Bai Li, playing the old man as a potato mine and only shooting down the last team is so much fun."

"Why do I get so many friend requests and team-up invitations after every match?"

Bai Li, without blushing or skipping a beat, casually made up a lie:

"Maybe they think my approach is great and they want to learn from it."

"As for the team invitation, I guess they just want to thank me for accepting their in-game currency."

"Really?" Xie Lingmo blinked her big eyes.

"Of course," Bai Li said hesitantly, declining Brother Shan's invitation.

He checked the time; it was already past five in the afternoon.

"Alright, it's time to go home."

Bai Li turned off the computer and stood up, and Xie Lingmo followed suit.

As the two walked out of the office, the last scene of the day was being filmed outside.

In the center of the venue, Lin Xiaoshuang and Li Jiaxin were acting out a scene.

Lin Xiaoshuang was looking at Li Jiaxin with a serious expression, her tone sincere:

"Jiaxin, our older brother is so good to us, shouldn't we give him something in return?"

Li Jiaxin nodded and replied with a serious expression:

"Yes, we should rebel against the crows..."

At this point, Li Jiaxin paused.

She clearly remembered reciting those lines countless times...

But for some reason, I suddenly forget.

Li Jiaxin frowned, remained silent for a long time, then her eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly:

"I remember now! We should oppose Chan Ho-nam like crows! We should overturn the table and become the boss!"

After saying that, she even made a wave gesture that had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

Bai Li stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

"Well, she really lives up to her reputation as a 'spirited young lady,' her mind is full of gangster movies."

Bai Li rubbed his temples, just about to call a stop and ask them to reshoot.

Before Bai could even speak, Wang Wei had already stood up excitedly, slapping his thigh vigorously:

"Perfect! That line was brilliant! That's a wrap!"

Lin Xiaoshuang and Li Jiaxin exchanged a glance, then burst into cheers, chirping as they ran to the changing room like a flock of birds just released from their cage.

Bai Li walked to Wang Wei's side and pointed to the monitor:

"Wei, are you serious? This is even possible?"

Wang Wei turned his head, his eyes looking at a country bumpkin from a backward era.

"Brother Li, you just don't understand."

Wang Wei took out his phone and opened the backend data of the short video platform:

"Your script is indeed top-notch, with tight logic and plenty of exciting moments."

"But the biggest selling point of our show is actually the 'crazy' spirit that the sisters-in-law bring with them."

Wang Wei showed the comments section to Bai Li.

"Look at this: 【How ridiculous! I also adopted a 'psychopathic' girl, why don't I have this kind of thought process?】"

"And this one: [Don't listen to the person upstairs, the 'spirited young ladies' in those short dramas are a rare find. My husband just bashes me, and now I'm broke!!]"

"Some people even said: 'I love these kinds of redemption stories, they're so healing.'"

Bai Li stared at the frantically scrolling comments and likes, and for a moment fell into self-doubt.

Does this mean that normal scripts have no market in this era?

Is everyone just chasing after fun and doesn't care about rigorous logic?

As he scrolled through the pages, he was initially marveling at the diversity of netizens' aesthetic tastes.

But then, several comments with striking styles caught my eye.

British Police Gold Coin: [Little bro, guess what your auntie is doing with your photo? (Attached is a behind-the-scenes photo of Bai Li in profile on set)]

Below is another one: 【Guess what I used to give you a like? That skin, those eyes, Auntie really can't control herself!】

Bai Li looked at the avatar called "British Police Gold Coin".

She was a woman who looked like a wealthy lady, adorned with jewels, but the content of her comments sent chills down Bai Li's spine.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Bai Li handed the phone back to Wang Wei.

"Brother Li, this means you're famous!"

Wang Wei winked and made faces:

"These kinds of high-quality wealthy female fans are something most people would beg for."

"They're not like those young women who just call out 'husband' on screen; they actually spend money."

Bai Li didn't say anything, but continued scrolling through the comments.

Sure enough, that rich woman alone donated tens of thousands of yuan to the show.

The others, too, were mostly unwilling to yield.

Sweet White Li Bangrou: [I've already tipped you 5000 yuan. Bai Li, could you be my teacher? That way you can check my attendance and participation every day.]

Bai Li Gan Yun commented: 【Only 5000? I already tipped 10,000, and they didn't even give me a way to contact them.】