Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

"Bang!"

The security door was slammed shut.

The entire floor trembled.

Fang Yu's footsteps had already faded into the distance.

And it's very fast.

It ran.

……

The motion-activated lights in the corridor went out.

Liu Yifei was the only one left in the room.

She stood in the entryway with her back against the door.

His chest heaved a few times.

A few seconds later.

"...Pfft."

Laughed.

She pursed her lips and slowly walked to the window in her bunny slippers.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the community's walkway lights cast a dim, yellowish glow.

A figure was striding briskly towards the entrance of the residential area.

His steps conveyed a lightness of having "successfully escaped."

It even jumped a little.

Liu Yifei looked at that figure, and the smile on her lips just wouldn't go away.

She leaned against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

My forehead was pressed against the cold windowpane.

My fingertip unconsciously drew a circle on the glass.

He was talking to himself, his voice very soft.

So quiet that only I could hear it.

"...That day will come eventually."

……

the next day.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Fang Yu's phone alarm went off right on time.

My schedule is packed today.

In the morning, I shot a print ad for Coca-Cola, and in the afternoon, I shot a TV commercial. I was back and forth between the two gigs.

He struggled to crawl out of bed.

Wrapped in a thin blanket, I squinted and wandered to the window, then pulled back the curtains.

The morning sunlight streamed in.

He landed in the simply furnished apartment that the company had rented for him.

The next second, a gust of wind slipped in through the crack in the window.

Fang Yu shrank his neck and sneezed loudly.

Achoo!

He sniffed.

The scene from last night suddenly flashed through my mind.

He stood by the door frame.

It draws on classical texts and extensively references various sources.

At that moment, he—

Romantic, affectionate.

He is erudite and speaks eloquently.

He is the male singer with the most cultural depth in the Chinese entertainment industry, without exception.

and then?

"Bang!"

The door slammed into his face.

Fang Yu looked down at his current situation.

The windows are drafty, and the heating is malfunctioning.

White walls, gray sofa.

The company rents simply furnished apartments.

Meanwhile, in a high-end residential building a 20-minute drive away—

Someone is sleeping next to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

There is underfloor heating.

It has central air conditioning.

There's also a genuine leather sofa worth over ten thousand yuan.

He almost got to sleep on the leather sofa last night.

Fang Yu looked at the rising sun outside the window, and wrapped himself tightly in his thin blanket in grief and indignation.

"well……"

He closed his eyes, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"Duras."

"You've misled me."

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

A large photography studio located outside the East Fifth Ring Road of Beijing.

Fang Yu, wearing a red hoodie provided by the brand, stood in front of a pure white backdrop.

Dozens of staff members surrounded him.

The lighting technician, the equipment technician, the makeup technician, and the clothes straightener.

The whole setup was like serving the emperor at court.

"Teacher Fang Yu, make your gaze even cooler!"

"Yes! That's exactly the feeling!"

"Raise your chin just a little bit—good! Perfect!"

The photographer held his camera and pressed the shutter button rapidly.

Fang Yu remained expressionless, displaying maximum cooperation.

But in my mind I was ranting and raving.

Want something cool?

It's just drinking a Coke, how cool do you have to be?

Or I could play a suona for you right here?

It's guaranteed to be so cool it'll give you goosebumps.

He even raised his chin.

If you raise your head any higher, you'll only be able to see people through your nostrils.

Tucao returns to Tucao.

Fang Yu's body language was still quite honest.

After all, a 30 million yuan endorsement fee doesn't come easily.

Before the money is in your account, don't even think about posing for a photo.

Even if you asked him to perform a backflip while drinking a Coke on the spot, he would grit his teeth and practice until he could do it.

The knees of working people always buckle in front of the client.

The only difference is—

Some workers earn thirty yuan per hour.

He earns 300,000 per hour.

So this knee is flexible and willing.

……

The morning's photoshoot concluded in this efficient yet tedious rhythm.

However, the afternoon's TV commercial shoot was even more challenging.

The director is a perfectionist.

A single scene of someone drinking cola could take twelve takes.

They worked on dozens more shots, and it wasn't until dusk that they finally finished.

After finishing work, I got into the nanny van.

Fang Yu slumped back in the seat, not wanting to move at all.

Beside her, Sister Wang handed over a bottle of room temperature mineral water.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"good."

Fang Yu unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down half of it.

The sweetness in my mouth was finally diluted a bit.

He frowned and couldn't help but burp.

"Hiccup—"

Fang Yu's expression was solemn.

"It's over. 「

"Now, even when I burp, it smells like cola."

He paused, then added.

"I need to get Coca-Cola to reimburse me for the cost of my stomach pumping. This is definitely a work injury."

Sister Wang was too lazy to engage with this.

She flipped through the itinerary in her hand.

"I have no plans for tomorrow morning, so you can get some rest."

"I have a fashion magazine cover shoot this afternoon."

"I have an invitation to a charity gala tonight, and I'm considering whether to accept it."

Don't answer.

Fang Yu refused without even thinking.

"I just got back from Northeast China, I still smell like slag. What would I be doing going to a place like that?"

"Competing with a bunch of well-dressed people praising each other?"

"Fake smiles, fake conversations, fake intimacy?"

He stretched his legs forward, and his whole body went completely limp.

"With that time, wouldn't it be better to go back and sleep for an extra hour?"

Sister Wang sighed.

"You're a top star now."

"These kinds of occasions are the best opportunities to expand your network."

Fang Yu didn't even open his eyes.

"All my connections are in Kaoshantun."

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Li, and Aunt Zhao from the village entrance."

"Which one isn't more genuine than those CEOs who wear masks?"

Sister Wang: "..."

Row.

She gave up.

This person became famous not through normal means.

……

The car drove smoothly through the traffic of Beijing at night.

A neon light flashed past the window.

Fang Yu took out his phone, ready to watch a few silly videos to relax.

I haven't been online all day.

I have no idea what outrageous thing happened on the internet today.

however--

I just opened Weibo.

He froze completely.

It's number one on the trending topics list.

#Fang Yu is not doing his job properly#

Fang Yu stared at those words.

His expression changed from relaxed to blank, and then to a face full of question marks.

"?" "

No.

I'm exhausted today, like a dog.

We filmed from nine in the morning until dark.

I drank almost half a case of Coke.

My stomach is still bubbling.

My deltoid muscles trembled as I lifted the bottle.

Is this what they call—neglecting one's proper duties?

Who was the brilliant strategist who assigned me this entry?