A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

He stared at the number on his phone screen and pressed the dial button hard with his thumb.

He didn't believe in this superstition.

This is Zhejiang TV.

This is a top-tier S-level variety show in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Are they really inferior to a makeshift troupe that has to earn its own food money?

The phone is on.

"Hello, Teacher Lin."

Yao Fei immediately switched to a sweet, cloying voice, and his back bent at a ninety-degree angle without his noticing.

"I'm Yao Fei, the director of Running Man. We'd like to invite you..."

"Director Yao."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Junjie's voice carried a lighthearted air of looking down on someone.

"I'm not going on your show. My good buddies are all living the high life at Wuha. Do you think I'd abandon them to go to another station and be all alone?"

"No, Teacher Lin, we'll pay three times the appearance fee..."

"It's not about the money. I'm going to find Chen Ye to revise the song. Bye-bye."

beep.

The continuous busy tone was particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

Yao Fei's eyes were bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth and dialed Wang Lihong's number with trembling fingers.

"I'm too busy, so I'm going to Zhejiang Province to visit my buddies."

hang up.

Call Tao Zhe again.

"Director Yao, stop trying to persuade me. The tickets are already bought, I'm not going."

It was a clean and decisive rejection, without any mercy.

Four Chinese-speaking masters, completely unyielding!

Yao Fei suddenly raised his hand.

The latest model phone was smashed hard against the wall opposite.

The screen was shattered into pieces, with broken parts scattered all over the floor.

The dozens of people in the conference room all shuddered.

"Chen Ye! You've gone too far!"

Yao Fei gripped his hair with both hands, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

He turned around abruptly and stared at the arts director and public relations manager hiding in the corner.

"Get it done! Use all the marketing accounts and online troll companies in the station!"

"No matter what underhanded methods you use, you must crush Song Yuqi completely!"

"No dirt on her? Can't you make it up? Start with one picture, then fabricate the rest! Nail her to the pillar of shame, and let's see if Chen Ye's dog-like temper can still protect her!"

The instruction has been issued.

The entire public relations department sprang into action with a vengeance.

……

On the Hangzhou-Taizhou Expressway, a black Coaster bus is speeding along smoothly.

The air conditioning in the carriage was on full blast.

Wang Zhengyu stood at the front of the carriage, holding onto the railing, and waved to Wang Mian, who was huddled up in the back row.

"Wang Mian, wake up! Give each of the bosses a set of the all-you-can-play tickets that our production team has carefully prepared."

Wang Mian, sporting dark circles under his eyes, stood up with a miserable expression.

He was holding a stack of colorful flyers and stuffing them into the hands of Deng Chao and the others one by one.

Chen Ye leaned back in the last row of chairs, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

The feeling of sudden wealth from the transfer of millions has faded, and now he just wants to catch up on his sleep and make up for the energy he spent fishing early in the morning.

Deng Chao held the thin flyer in his hand, squinted, and read out the large characters on it.

"The Night I Fell in Love with Y?"

Deng Chao suddenly sat up straight, his eyebrows raised high.

He turned to look at Huang Bo, his face full of undisguised excitement.

"This name... it doesn't sound very proper! Zhengyu, have you finally figured it out?"

Huang Bo looked at the flyer over and over again, then chuckled.

"This is definitely a place to relax! Massage, foot bath, karaoke—I know the whole process like the back of my hand!"

Chen He simply covered his face with the flyer.

"Alright, I can finally be a normal person tonight. This budget travel has almost driven me crazy."

Everyone knew that they couldn't actually go to such a place to film the show, so they joked around with each other for a bit.

The carriage quickly quieted down.

The older passengers were already exhausted, and within minutes, a chorus of snores filled the carriage.

The Coaster drove over a speed bump.

The car swayed.

Chen Ye's head, which was originally leaning against the back of the chair, tilted to the side due to inertia.

"Clatter."

Chen Ye's head slammed solidly onto a soft, warm shoulder.

A faint scent of ebony and agarwood wafted into my nostrils.

These sofa cushions are of good quality and smell nice.

He was half asleep, and instead of dodging, he found a more comfortable angle and rubbed his face closer together, falling into a deep sleep.

Beside him, Song Yuqi's body was stiff as a board.

She opened her eyes wide and held her breath.

After a full ten seconds, it was confirmed that Chen Ye was truly asleep.

Song Yuqi's eyes instantly curved into two crescent moons.

You delivered yourself right to my door!

His usually aloof and sophisticated face was now completely devoid of a smile.

She quietly took out her phone, put it on silent, and turned on the front-facing camera.

On the screen, the hottest male idol in the Chinese entertainment industry is leaning on her shoulder with his eyes closed, completely unguarded.

"Click."

Song Yuqi turned her head and made a peace sign at the camera.

"Click."

She boldly extended a slender, white finger and poked it in the air next to Chen Ye's cheek.

In the official live stream, millions of online viewers flooded the screen with comments.

"Aaaaaaah! Is this something I can watch for free?!"

"My ex-wife's sister won this round like crazy! She went all out, a dream come true!"

"Chen Ye, stop pretending to be asleep! Your drool is practically dripping onto my collarbone!"

"This woman's gaze is so intense it could knit a sweater; she's looking at Chen Ye like he's a piece of Tang Monk's flesh!"

"I've moved to the Civil Affairs Bureau! You two, get the paperwork done now, don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

After taking more than a dozen photos, Song Yuqi put her phone away with satisfaction.

She slightly adjusted her posture to make Chen Ye lean more securely against her.

Then she turned her head and rested it on top of Chen Ye's head, closing her eyes contentedly.

The carriage fell silent.

"Bang!!!"

The car's large TV suddenly emitted a deafening roar.

The rousing opening music suddenly erupted from the ground.

"Attention passengers! High alert! Warning: Alert!"

"The most classic moments! The most authentic celebrity impersonations! This is Y-Wu's top-tier—Super Impersonation Show!"

The clear and resonant voice of the announcer echoed wildly throughout the carriage.

On the television screen, colorful, cheap lights flickered, and several people dressed in bizarre costumes danced wildly on stage. The voiceover was filled with messages like "Celebrities on stage" and "Generous rewards."

Chen Ye suddenly jumped off Song Yuqi's shoulder.

He groggily grabbed a handful of hair, his face full of morning grumpiness.

"Enemy attack?! Who threw a flashbang onto the vehicle?!"

Beside her, Song Yuqi was also clutching her chest, still shaken.

Deng Chao and Huang Bo in the front row fared even worse; they slid directly from their seats into the aisle and scrambled up on their hands and feet.

"What the hell is that noise?"

Deng Chao rubbed his ears, staring blankly at the television.

Wang Zhengyu stood behind the camera.

"This is a very famous event in our local area of ​​Y-U. It's also where you'll all show off your skills tonight."

Watching those cringe-worthy imitation performances on TV, Chen Ye remembered.

This is the famous scene of Wu Hali's death in his previous life.

Chen Ye's gaze swept over Deng Chao and Huang Bo with a lingering intensity.

In their past lives, those two old geezers smeared themselves with makeup that made them look like they'd just come out of a coal mine, and then went up to imitate Michael Jackson.

The production team seems determined to expose the true colors of veteran figures in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chen Ye leaned back.

Luckily, he had a "privilege card," and he would never do such a shameful job, so he was just responsible for watching these people make a fool of themselves from the audience.

Chen He immediately grasped the key words.

He slapped the back of the seat in front of him.

"Wait a minute! A generous reward? Money?!"

Wang Zhengyu nodded.

"There is a prize for first place."

Upon hearing that he was rich, Deng Chao's morning grumpiness vanished instantly.

He and Huang Bo exchanged a glance.

"There's a bonus! Let's do it!" Deng Chao slapped his thigh. "It's just an impersonation show, right? We're professional actors!"

Song Yuqi sat beside her, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

"Hey, I think this suits you perfectly. You just stand on stage, and you don't even need much makeup; you already have that amazing presence."

Deng Chao tossed his hair triumphantly and poked Huang Bo next to him with his finger.

"Me? I can't do it. I think this stage was tailor-made for Brother Bo!"

"Brother Bo, why don't you go up and imitate Chen He? You're guaranteed to get first place!"

Huang Bo backed away with a look of disgust.

"Pah! Me, imitate him? Wouldn't I have to gain 30 pounds before even trying? That's too costly!"

Chen He flicked his bangs in front of him.

"What do you know? I'm one of a kind in the Chinese entertainment industry; you can't possibly imitate my essence."

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow as he watched the group expose each other's shortcomings.

"No way, Brother Chao!" Chen Ye promptly added fuel to the fire.

"What's so difficult about imitating this fat guy? You go up and give him a lesson, just imitate that... that bastard Zeng's famous quote."

Song Yuqi burst out laughing.

Deng Chao's eyes lit up.

"Wow, that's a brilliant idea! Watch this!"

Deng Chao cleared his throat, his eyebrows began to twitch uncontrollably, and he was about to burst out with a joke.

Suddenly at this moment.

The official live stream room, filled with pink bubbles and laughter, was flooded with a large amount of abnormal data.

A dense barrage of red text on a black background exploded forth.

The entire screen was instantly covered, and even the guests' faces were no longer visible.

"Boycott Song Yuqi, a celebrity with a terrible reputation! Her chaotic private life means she should get out of Wuha!"

"The 'Five Ha' program team is committing fraud! The superstar won't be coming at all! It's just false advertising to get views!"

"Chen Ye is protecting sex workers! He's in cahoots with them! He should be banned across the entire internet!"

The malicious and highly targeted misinformation entries are filled with alarming hostility.