Huayu: Starting with binding the front desk

Long Danni looked at Xu Ying, and she really had no way to deal with this mother and son.

"The situation is like this..."

She directly stated that Hertz was a plant prepared by the production team to stimulate other contestants' fans to spend money on rankings and eliminate some worthless contestants.

The show "The Coming One" is completely about whoever's fans spend the most money and whoever gets the highest ranking. Most talent shows follow the same formula, exploiting fans.

"Xu Ying, you know the inside story of talent shows without me having to explain, but given the current situation..."

Xu Ying looked at her, also with a troubled expression: "This is indeed a difficult situation. How about... we have Wang Zhe withdraw from the competition?"

Long Danni truly didn't expect Xu Ying to protect Wang Zhe so much, even to the point of making Wang Zhe withdraw from the competition? Wouldn't that further confirm that "The Coming One" was a rigged competition?

Moreover, at least half of the viewers are watching the show because of Wang Zhe. If he withdraws from the competition, how can the show be recorded?

Long Danni smiled wryly and said, "No need for that. The situation isn't that serious yet. We just need Wang Zhe to clarify things a bit in the next episode."

Xu Ying didn't answer her, but instead glanced at Wang Zhe.

Upon receiving the instruction, Wang Zhe immediately said, "I just like to speak the truth. If this is clarified, wouldn't that just prove that our production team is up to something?"

"So, I won't target Hertz anymore, okay?"

Seeing that Xu Ying didn't speak, Long Danni could only nod in agreement.

"Aunt Long, shouldn't I get the money my fans gave me for voting?" Wang Zhe asked, taking advantage of her agreement.

Long Danni was completely speechless. How could this little bastard eat and take things at the same time?

Xu Ying glared at him and said, "Wang Zhe, didn't I already pay you?"

Seeing the mother and son singing in unison, Long Danni made an excuse to leave. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid Waji would have to change his surname to Wang.

After she left, Xu Ying looked at Wang Zhe and asked, "Do you understand what happened?"

Wang Zhe leaned back lazily on the sofa and said casually, "The money of the wealthy will be returned in full, and the money of the common people will be split 30/70. What's so hard to understand about that?"

"I understand, but you still did it this way, even pushing things to the extreme. If you hadn't deliberately lost, would things have escalated to this extent?"

Seeing that Xu Ying was truly angry and had already raised her hand, Wang Zhe quickly covered his ears and explained, "Mom, I did do this on purpose, there's a reason for it, please let me explain."

Xu Ying crossed her arms and looked at him, "Then you'd better explain yourself clearly."

"Last time I won against 'Sorrow', people online started saying that I only won because of my popularity, and that it was unfair for an already famous singer to compete against a newcomer."

  

Wang Zhe shrugged. "Now the conflict has been shifted to the production team, and I've actually gained a good reputation."

Xu Ying sneered, "If you know all this, why did you choose to become a contestant in the first place?"

"I just wanted to try it out, didn't I?" Wang Zhe was telling the truth; he really did want to try a talent show.

Another point is that Wang Zhe wants his fans to see his singing skills, rather than his songwriting abilities.

He knows his own limitations. He copied all the songs, and the live broadcast of "The Coming One" was a perfect opportunity to showcase his singing skills.

Participating in music festivals or holding concerts are also acceptable.

However, music festivals have too little influence, and concerts are too time-consuming and laborious, so participating in variety shows is more convenient.

Xu Ying didn't really mean to blame Wang Zhe; she was just afraid that he would become arrogant after achieving fame so early.

She snorted coldly and, taking advantage of Wang Zhe's lack of vigilance, twisted his ear.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

"It hurts... What's wrong with me now?" Wang Zhe looked annoyed. Why did his mother suddenly turn on him like this? Was she going through menopause?

Xu Ying cautioned, "It's even more difficult!"

Wang Zhe realized that Wang Cheran must have complained, and quickly explained, "I was just joking."

"Are you kidding? True love means I make things even harder for you?"

……

In the afternoon, Wang Zhe returned to Shanghai to continue filming the unfinished parts of "Cry Me a Sad River".

In the evening, as he pushed open the door and was still bending down to change his shoes, Wang's trembling voice came from the living room.

"Hey little bro, what happened last night?"

Wang Zhe didn't respond, but instead looked up at her with a frown and a sour face.

Zhang Jingyi turned to look at Wang Zhe from the sofa and immediately noticed the obvious redness and swelling in his left ear. She asked in confusion, "What happened to your ear?"

"Wang Cheran!" Wang Zhe answered irrelevantly, walking towards Wang Cheran with a half-smile.

Wang blinked her big, watery eyes, tilted her head to look at him, and asked innocently, "What happened? Did your aunt beat you up?"

What do you think?

Wang Zhe snorted coldly: "Did you tattle on me?!"

Wang was stunned for a moment, then realized what it was about.

Not only did she complain, but she also embellished the story, vividly describing to Xu Ying Guo Xiaosi's attentiveness towards Wang Zhe.

"Huh? What are you complaining about? I don't know anything about it." She blinked and shook her head innocently.

Wang Zhe sneered: "Besides you, who else could have told my mother!"

He had already walked up to her, pulled her into his arms, and was about to flick her forehead with his finger. "Wang Cheran, you're finished."

"Little brother, I was wrong..."

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Wang Churan immediately switched to begging mode, her voice soft and sweet like water as she pleaded.

But Wang Zhe wouldn't listen. The Sigma man persisted, flicking her forehead twice firmly before letting go.

Wang, trembling, covered her reddened forehead, her eyes already brimming with tears: "You bastard Wang Zhe, you really did it!"

Seeing her teary-eyed appearance, Wang Zhe realized he had used too much force, but he still stubbornly insisted, "You were the one who told on me first."

Wang trembled with grievance, pouted, and turned to walk down the corridor, her voice trembling with tears: "Grandma~ Wang Zhe bullied me~"

Wang Zhe tried to pull her away, but she shook him off.

Watching this scene, Zhang Jingyi felt as if a towel was being slowly wrung out of her chest, with acidic fluid seeping out little by little.

Maybe I'm being too sensitive?

But before she could put that thought into practice, it was overtaken by another thought. It wasn't that she was being overly sensitive; it was just that Wang Zhe was doing it on purpose.

"Wang Duidui, are you deliberately trying to annoy me?" Zhang Jingyi rushed up to him, raised her foot and stomped hard on his foot, then turned around and walked away angrily.

Wang Zhe reacted extremely quickly this time, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms.

"You noticed all of that?"

"I knew it a long time ago!" She struggled in his arms for a moment but couldn't break free. She turned her head and glared at him fiercely, her eyes a little red, but her gaze was hard.

Wang Zhe knew he might have gone too far this time, and asked calmly, "Are you angry?"

Zhang Jingyi retorted, "What do you think?"

"How about this?"

Wang Zhe cupped her face in his hands, slowly lowered his head, and gently kissed her.

Zhang Jingyi was stunned. She didn't expect Wang Zhe to be so bold, considering that Wang Churan might return at any time.

She had already guessed the reason why Wang Zhe didn't want her to join Qinghe.

That thought mingled with the kiss, leaving an indescribable mix of sour and bitter feelings.

She used all her strength to lift her foot and delivered a heavy blow to his calf.

Caught off guard, Wang Zhe fell forward, pulling Zhang Jingyi down with him.

Fortunately, they fell onto the sofa. He used his right hand to protect the back of her head, and the two of them fell into the sofa cushions with a thud.

This fall, ironically, brought out the fierceness hidden within Wang Zhe.

He pressed down on her, kissing her more deeply and becoming even more reckless.

Zhang Jingyi pushed him twice but couldn't budge him. He swallowed all her breath, and her mind gradually went blank. The hand that was pushing him slowly tightened its grip on his clothes and began to respond.

The two of them were so enraged that they forgot all about their feelings and made a mess of things on the sofa.

Zhang Jingyi ran her fingers through his hair, while Wang Zhe's palm rested against her waist, the warmth of his hand burning her heart through the thin fabric.

Neither of them realized there was a third person in the room.

The sound of Wang Cheran's footsteps approaching from the other end of the corridor echoed, accompanied by her smug voice: "Wang Zhe, you're finished! Grandma's going to teach you a lesson!"

Wang Zhe acted as if he hadn't heard.

But Zhang Jingyi suddenly opened her eyes and realized that he had no intention of stopping. She opened her mouth and bit his lower lip.

Wang Zhe winced in pain and finally released her, reluctantly standing up.

When Wang stepped into the living room, this was what he saw: Wang Zhe was standing straight in front of the sofa, his breathing not yet fully even, and there was a clear bite mark on his lips.

Zhang Jingyi was half-lying on the sofa, slowly sitting up with the support of the cushion. Her cheeks were as red as a burned sunset, her hair was slightly messy, and her collar was askew.

Neither of them looked at her.

"What are you two doing!"