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That afternoon.

Beijing Capital International Airport, domestic departure level.

Announcements rang out incessantly, and passengers dragged their suitcases to and fro.

Fang Yu, wearing a black baseball cap, a mask pulled up to his nose, carrying a worn-out canvas bag, and with his hands in his pockets, slowly entered the terminal.

No assistants, no bodyguards, and no large, entourage.

Before leaving, Liu Yifei wanted to drive him home, but Fang Yu refused her on the spot.

"If you show up at the airport, before we even get to the check-in counter, 'Fang Yu and Liu Yifei appearing together at the airport' will be trending on social media."

"I'll be stuck at Xingcheng Airport as soon as I land."

Liu Yifei thought about it and realized it made sense, so she had no choice but to give up.

However, before Fang Yu left, she still stuffed two pieces of cake into the canvas bag.

She didn't finish the food she bought the day before.

After passing through security, Fang Yu found a corner in the waiting area and sat down.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Yifei.

[You've arrived at the departure area, don't worry.]

After sending the message, he looked up and glanced around, quite satisfied with his disguise.

The hat brim was pulled down low enough, the mask covered the face completely, and the clothes were so ordinary that they would be hard to spot in a crowd.

This secret trip was designed to be completely undetected.

Absolutely guaranteed.

Unfortunately, Fang Yu clearly overestimated his ability to disguise himself and underestimated the professional paparazzi who had been staking out the airport for years.

Less than twenty meters away from him, a man with a telephoto camera hidden under his coat followed him for about ten meters.

The hat did cover her face.

However, one's walking posture cannot be concealed.

With hands in pockets, taking moderate steps, shifting the weight slightly backward, and swaying the shoulders a couple of times.

This highly distinctive "strolling" style of Fang Yu makes it hard for anyone who has seen the airport video to mistake him for someone else.

The paparazzi checked several times, tilted his head slightly, and lowered his voice.

"There's no doubt about it."

"It's Fang Yu."

His companion followed his gaze.

In the corner, Fang Yu leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone, occasionally pulling a small piece of cake from his canvas bag and popping it into his mouth.

It looks as ordinary as can be.

Paparazzo A frowned.

"One person, no team, Flying Star City."

Old B, Fang Yu's companion, reacted quickly, immediately switching to his phone and scanning through Fang Yu's recent public schedule.

A few seconds later, he looked up, his eyes shining.

"No public schedule scheduled!"

"It's normal for him to stay in Beijing to give interviews and do promotions now that 'The Forbidden City' has just started airing."

"Why are you sneaking off to Changsha at this time?"

The two exchanged a glance.

Old B lowered his voice even further, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"And Liu Yifei is also in Beijing recently."

"These two usually eat together almost every meal, but now Fang Yu has left his girlfriend in Beijing and is secretly going solo..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Both of their professional radars have been activated simultaneously.

Paparazzo A licked his dry lips.

"you say……"

"Could he be going to see some young actress?"

Old B's eyes lit up immediately.

Whether there's concrete evidence or not is not important now.

Let's keep up first!

If they actually manage to film something, their year-end bonuses will be secured!

……

A few hours later.

Xingcheng, Huanghua International Airport.

Two men wearing baseball caps and masks mingled in the crowd of people arriving at the airport, their eyes fixed on the figure walking out of the arrival gate.

Fang Yu kept his head down the whole time, walked much faster than usual, avoided the crowd, and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

"Keep up."

Paparazzo A lowered his voice and gave his partner a look.

The two followed discreetly, keeping a distance of about thirty meters.

"They've gone to B2."

Old B hid the telephoto camera under his trench coat, with the lens always pointed forward.

The underground parking garage was dimly lit.

Fang Yu stopped beside a black minivan.

He glanced left and right, then opened the passenger door and quickly got in.

boom!

The car door closed.

Old A and Old B, hiding behind the load-bearing pillar, both had their hearts in their throats.

"Did you get a picture?"

Old A's voice was a little strained.

"The lighting was too dim, so I only managed to capture him getting into the car."

Old B stared at the van, his finger resting on the shutter button.

"Don't rush."

There must be someone in the car.

"This sneaky way of picking someone up at the airport definitely indicates something's up."

The two looked at each other again.

The same script was already rapidly taking shape in their minds.

The popular male star is at the peak of his career.

He secretly flew to Changsha alone, carrying behind the back of his newly announced girlfriend, the national goddess.

After landing, they got into a black minivan whose ownership could not be identified.

The person sitting in the car is most likely a popular young actress who doesn't want to appear in public.

As long as we can get one photo of them together...

No.

They don't even need to be in the same frame.

As long as the person in the car shows half of their face, they can trace the person's background step by step by following their hairstyle, clothes, itinerary, and social media accounts.

They've already come up with the most sensational content and even the titles.

#Fang Yu suspected of cheating#

#Liu Yifei's relationship in crisis#

#Fang Yu's Secret Meeting with a Mysterious Young Woman in Xingcheng#

Any random keyword thrown out is enough to keep the entire internet's gossip-loving population awake at night.

Old A and Old B held their breath.

Two cameras were locked on the black car window, waiting for the person inside to reveal even the slightest flaw.

……

However, inside the car.

It was completely different from the erotic scene that the two paparazzi outside were wildly imagining.

There was no hint of ambiguity here; the atmosphere was even a bit awkward.

A man, also wearing a hat and mask, was sitting in the seat.

It was Hua Yu.

He turned his head to look at Fang Yu, who had just sat down, and his lips moved slightly.

"square……"

The words were barely out of his mouth when they were abruptly cut off.

Hua Yu seemed to be struggling with her own tongue.

It took a full two seconds to finally squeeze out the last two words.

"Teacher Fang."

Three words.

The shout was soft and hesitant.

He had never called Fang Yu that before.

When the two first participated in "Going Home for the New Year", they were both young guests arranged by the program team.

Hua Yu is a top-tier celebrity who is high above everyone else.

Fang Yu is a newcomer who has only been in the industry for half a year.

At that time, even if Hua Yu acknowledged Fang Yu's talent, he would never lower himself to call him "teacher."

But now, the situation has changed a long time ago.

The competition of "Peak Concert" is already halfway through.

Hua Yu was gradually pushed to the brink of elimination, and the next cooperative match would almost certainly determine his fate.

Fang Yu had just entered the mainstream cultural circle overnight with "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" and "Brightness" from "The Forbidden City".

Previously, the only difference between the two might have been their popularity and the quality of their work.

Looking back now, Fang Yu has reached another level.

Hua Yu knew better than anyone that the guest performer he had invited this time was not an ordinary one.

He is one of the hardest producers to hire in the entire Chinese music scene right now!

His former pride finally crumbled in the face of repeated rankings and reality.

That's why he calls me "Teacher Fang".

It was difficult to shout.

But it was also from the heart.