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The next morning.

The underground parking garage of an apartment building in Chaoyang District, Beijing.

A low-profile dark gray SUV was parked at the elevator entrance.

The driver's side window rolled down, revealing Liu Yifei wearing large sunglasses, her hair in a bun and without makeup, with one hand resting on the steering wheel.

The elevator doors opened.

Fang Yu, dressed in a loose gray tracksuit and carrying a large red plastic bag, strolled out unsteadily.

He looked like he had just gone downstairs to buy bottled water.

Liu Yifei glanced at him.

Fang Yu opened the car door, plopped down in the passenger seat, and casually tossed the plastic bag at his feet.

"Splash!"

The mineral water bottle, power bank, and data cable inside collided together, making a muffled sound.

Liu Yifei's gaze fell on the red plastic bag.

"You're going to visit the set in Hangzhou, and this is all you're bringing?"

"What's wrong?"

Fang Yu fastened his seatbelt and looked down to pat the plastic bag.

"I'm too lazy to carry my bag, and too lazy to drag my suitcase."

"There are just a few data cables, a power bank, tissues, and bottled water inside. I'll be going and coming back the same day, so a bag is just right."

He leaned back, looking completely at ease.

"The main focus is on traveling light."

Liu Yifei was silent for two seconds.

"When others visit the set, the assistant pushes three suitcases."

"Um."

"When you visit the set, bring a plastic bag."

"That's called personal style."

Fang Yu turned to look at her, his tone serious.

"These days, top celebrities are too busy; they practically bring half their house with them when they go out. I'm different. I mainly want to show everyone a lifestyle."

"What kind of attitude towards life?"

"If it can be solved with a plastic bag, I will never spend money to buy a storage box."

Liu Yifei didn't reply and started the car directly.

The SUV slowly drove out of the parking space.

Fang Yu leaned back in the passenger seat, turned his head to look at her, and suddenly laughed.

"But then again, the fact that the celestial beauty personally drove me is a unique privilege in the entire Chinese entertainment industry."

Liu Yifei looked straight ahead.

Stop flattering me.

"This isn't flattery; it's an objective statement of facts."

"So, how are you going to thank me?"

Fang Yu thought for a moment.

"When I get back from Hangzhou, I'll bring you some authentic Hangzhou specialties."

Liu Yifei casually asked, "What local specialty?"

Fang Yu's expression immediately turned serious.

"West Lake Fish With Vinegar Sauce."

squeak--!

The car braked suddenly.

Fang Yu lunged forward, and the seatbelt tightened instantly.

Liu Yifei turned her head, and her sunglasses slid down her nose a little, revealing her beautiful eyes.

"You'd better not come back."

"Why are you getting so worked up?"

Fang Yu rubbed his chest.

"Fairy Sister, this is blatant discrimination against regional cuisine."

"I don't care."

Liu Yifei pushed her sunglasses back up and stepped on the gas.

"If you dare bring back West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, I'll make you a nourishing soup at home."

Fang Yu fell silent.

After a moment, he muttered to himself:

"Is this what you call defeating magic with magic?"

Liu Yifei couldn't help but smile slightly.

The two bickered all the way, and the car soon entered the VIP channel of Beijing Capital International Airport.

Before getting out of the car, Liu Yifei didn't give any further instructions, but just looked at Fang Yu and said:

Come back soon.

Fang Yu picked up the conspicuous red plastic bag and grinned at her.

"Alright."

……

Two hours later.

Hangzhou Xiaoshan Airport.

Arrival Hall of Terminal 3.

This is Fang Yu's first public appearance since the May Fourth Gala aired.

His itinerary was not deliberately kept secret.

As a result, the entire arrival hall was almost completely packed with people.

Outside the exit, a sea of ​​mobile phones and cameras were being held up.

The security guards set up a cordon, their expressions tense.

The automatic doors slide open to both sides.

Fang Yu strode out, carrying a red plastic bag.

He wasn't wearing a mask or sunglasses.

The moment he appeared, the scene erupted.

"Fang Yu!"

"Fang Yu! Look here!"

"Teacher Fang!"

"Ahhhh, it really is Fang Yu!"

Screams erupted one after another.

The crowd began to push forward, and the cordon line was constantly deformed by the pressure.

Several security guards quickly reached out to stop the crowd, shouting at the top of their lungs:

"Back off!"

"Everyone, step back!"

"Don't push, be careful!"

But their voices were quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Seeing that something was wrong, Fang Yu immediately stopped and shouted loudly at the crowd:

"Everyone, take half a step back!"

"Don't push forward, don't step on people!"

"I'm standing right here, I'm not going to grow wings and fly away!"

His voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

The previously crowded people gradually came to a stop.

Several fans standing in the front row moved back, and the people behind them adjusted their positions accordingly.

In less than half a minute, the deformed cordon line stabilized again, and a safe passage was finally opened up at the scene.

The security guard breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Yuchong and the others nodded.

"You've worked hard, guys."

The atmosphere at the scene also relaxed.

"Teacher Fang, could you please sign your name for me?"

Someone in the crowd held up a notebook.

Immediately afterwards, voices came from all directions.

"Teacher Fang's autograph!"

"Brother Yu, please sign one for me!"

"I waited in line for two hours!"

Fang Yu tossed the red plastic bag over his shoulder and shook his head decisively.

"Your signature is really bad."

The scene fell silent briefly.

The fans were stunned.

Someone whispered, "Won't Teacher Fang really start acting like a diva now that she's famous?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu immediately waved his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not being arrogant."

He looked at the expectant gazes around him, his tone as serious as if he were giving an economics paper.

"Think about it, everyone. Fang's words are now worth a fortune."

"A single piece of calligraphy is now valued at at least a million yuan on the market."

"If I sign hundreds of your names, and someone auctions them off, the entire region's economic system will be impacted."

"In a more serious case, it could trigger inflation."

There was a two-second silence.

Then, the laughter completely overturned the hall.

"I don't believe you for a second!"

"You're just lazy!"

"Teacher Fang, other people's autographs are a perk, but yours is a sign of a financial crisis, right?"

Fang Yu laughed along with him.

"It's mainly because I have some influence."

"We can't afford to crash the market with our first move."

The fans burst into laughter.

Someone shouted, "If you're not going to give me an autograph, you should at least leave something behind, right?"

"right."

Fang Yu nodded.

"Since we're already here, we can't let everyone go back empty-handed."

He glanced at the outer edge of the crowd.

The next moment, Fang Yu's gaze stopped.

Two familiar figures wearing baseball caps and carrying telephoto lenses were trying to hide behind the crowd.

Old A and Old B.

Not long ago, they almost retired from the paparazzi world because of the "mysterious little flower" incident involving secretly photographing Fang Yu and Hua Yu.

I didn't expect to run into you again so soon.