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

5:10 a.m.

The capital city outside the window was still deathly silent, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

In the quiet bedroom, a piercing cell phone alarm suddenly rang out.

Chen Ye painfully turned over in bed.

Gan!

Who would set such an inhumane ringtone in the middle of the night?

He groped aimlessly on the bedside table with his eyes closed, grabbed his phone, and slammed his thumb down on the close button.

The world is finally peaceful.

After a couple of seconds of struggling to process what he had just learned, Chen Ye remembered.

Last night before going to bed, in the WeChat group "Ten Stars Shining", my two younger brothers, Wang Anyu and Hu Xianxu, sent a long voice message in an extremely humble manner.

Please be informed that we need to meet at the airport at 7:30 this morning.

That's not all; the real problem is the inhumane directing team at Mangtai.

They have to come knocking on the door around 5 a.m. in order to film what they call "the real state before departure".

Such bizarre work habits would make even capitalists give up their streetlights to the TV crew overnight.

Chen Ye resisted the urge to crush his phone, rubbed his eyes, and finally faced reality.

He propped himself up on the mattress and glanced at Song Yuqi, who was still fast asleep beside him. Only her fluffy head was sticking out of the blanket, and she was sleeping soundly.

Chen Ye laughed and reached out to pinch Song Yuqi's cheek.

"Wake up, honey," Chen Ye said softly. "Get up, those bastards from the production crew will be here soon."

Song Yuqi frowned in dissatisfaction, twisted around in bed a couple of times, and mumbled a protest that was not quite audible.

Chen Ye simply reached out and ruffled her hair.

I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This is enough.

It is better to suffer alone than to suffer together.

Chen Ye yawned, threw off the covers, and got out of bed. He shuffled out of the bedroom in his slippers.

At the end of the corridor was Lu Han's room. Chen Ye didn't even knock on the door; he just pushed it open and went in.

The room was pitch black, and the snoring was deafening.

Chen Ye walked over and yanked off the covers, patting Lu Han's face as he did so: "Get up! The production crew is here!"

Lu Han sprang up from the bed, her hair a messy, frizzy mess, staring blankly at Chen Ye.

"What's wrong, Yezi?" Lu Han mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Was there an earthquake?"

Chen Ye rolled his eyes: "Get up quickly, the production crew is coming soon. Have you packed your suitcase?"

Lu Han touched the phone, the glaring light from the screen making him squint.

5:12.

"Damn it!" Lu Han wailed in pain, "This is way too early!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Chen Ye leaned against the doorframe. "Where's your suitcase?"

"I finished packing last night." Lu Han pointed to the corner. "The three boxes are all over there."

Three?

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow and nodded.

Chen Ye turned and headed towards the restroom.

As I squeezed toothpaste, I looked at myself in the mirror, recalling my actions in my mind, and couldn't help but smile.

Are they trying to sabotage our budget travel?

Keep dreaming.

Last night, while drinking at Yu Qian's house, he sent a WeChat message to someone to do something for him, directly exchanging the money for Camel Country banknotes.

It was packed in a black plastic bag and delivered to Lu Han's apartment door late at night. He and Song Yuqi had just brought it inside when they came back last night.

The thick stack of cash was divided and packed by him and Song Yuqi into the interlayer of five huge suitcases.

This is called having a huge sum of money in hand and not being flustered.

Chen Ye spat out the foam in his mouth.

What kind of budget travel experience is this? It's basically a cross-border, government-funded luxury trip, and nobody can stop it.

I've finished washing up.

Chen Ye changed into a loose and comfortable black sportswear outfit. Wearing formal attire for a long-haul flight like this would only make things uncomfortable for him.

Just as I stepped out of the walk-in closet, there was a soft knock on the front door.

The time was very tight.

Chen Ye opened the door.

Standing outside were the same crew who shot the pilot episode: three cameramen carrying long lenses and a female director wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The female director bowed slightly. Although her eye bags were almost drooping to her chin, her attitude was extremely upright. After all, the person in front of her was a real big shot whom even the station director had to treat like an ancestor.

Good morning, Teacher Chen.

"Come in."

Chen Ye stepped aside to make way. Several staff members carried the equipment in one after another, and the camera was immediately pointed at the living room.

Just then, Lu Han came out, wearing a trendy hoodie and pushing three huge silver suitcases, their wheels making a buzzing sound as they rolled on the wooden floor.

See the camera.

Lu Han flashed a bright, sunny smile: "Good morning, everyone."

He waved his hand, showing no sign that he had just been a man on the verge of death.

This is the professionalism of a top performer. With that kind of face-changing speed, it's a shame they're not performing Sichuan opera.

Chen Ye didn't stay idle either; he turned around and went into the guest room.

After fiddling around for a while, he forcefully pushed out five giant suitcases, each a size larger than Lu Han's.

Eight boxes.

They were arranged in a wall in the spacious living room.

The scene left the production crew completely dumbfounded.

Is this a tourist trip, or are they planning to settle down in the Camel Country?

Chen Ye stacked the boxes and turned to look at Lu Han: "Find two black hats for me and my wife."

I'm too lazy to style my messy hair, so physical covering is the easiest way.

Without saying a word, Lu Han dropped the box and went into the dressing room next door. After rummaging through the drawers, he came out with three brand-new hats.

He handed two to Chen Ye, and put one on his own head, which completely covered the chicken coop.

The door to the master bedroom opened.

Song Yuqi walked out in slippers, quickly applied some foundation to her face, and wore matching casual couple outfits. Her cool demeanor exuded a lazy vibe.

Chen Ye walked over, put the black baseball cap on her head, and then smoothed her sideburns.

"Perfect." Chen Ye looked it over with satisfaction.

The photographer next to me almost dropped the lens on the ground because his hand trembled. He wasn't given breakfast first thing in the morning, but his mouth was already full of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

The female director pointed towards the main entrance: "Three teachers, our car is waiting downstairs, and we can leave at any time."

Chen Ye took off his coat and put it on: "Okay, let's go now."

Chen Ye glanced back at the eight suitcases and his lips twitched.

This move is a genuine international move.

Seeing this commotion, the female director couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Chen, what time is your tour guide's meeting point at the airport?"

Song Yuqi chimed in, "They said in the group chat that they'd meet at Daxing Airport at 7:30."

The female director smiled and nodded, glanced at the wall of boxes, and then looked down at the script.

If those two young tour guides saw these eight behemoths, they'd probably burst into tears on the spot.

Chen Ye and Lu Han started moving bricks.

Fortunately, the elevator in the luxury building was large enough to fit eight boxes, three adults, and several staff members.

After going downstairs.

The cold morning breeze woke Chen Ye up completely.

There were three vans parked in front of them. The production team came prepared and sent an empty van specifically to carry the suitcases.

Chen Ye and Lu Han worked together seamlessly, carrying the eight heavy boxes one by one into the trunk. Chen Ye found the five boxes containing the huge sum of money particularly heavy.

This money feels so reassuring to carry.

After loading their luggage, the group opened the car door and got into the minivan.

Chen Ye and Song Yuqi occupied the spacious individual seats in the middle, while Lu Han obediently squeezed into the last row, acting as a high-powered third wheel.

The female director, holding a GoPro, sat in the passenger seat, the door closed, and the van smoothly drove out of the upscale residential area.

The female director turned around and pointed the camera at the back row: "Teachers, what are your special expectations for this upcoming journey?"

What are you expecting from this question?

Looking forward to seeing how Lu Han pursues Dilraba?

Looking forward to seeing how those two unlucky tour guides get tormented by everyone?

Chen Ye was internally ranting, but outwardly remained as calm as a rock.

He turned to look at Song Yuqi beside him and handed over the microphone.

"I'm looking forward to it." Song Yuqi adjusted her posture, smiling officially yet sweetly. "Actually, we're just treating this as a completely relaxing trip, without thinking too much about anything complicated. We just hope everyone can go out happily and safely, and come back joyfully."

His smooth-talking remarks were flawless.

The female director smiled and nodded, then posed a few prepared, standard questions.

"Regarding your packing, did you bring any special 'gadgets'? Are you worried about the local food?"

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and casually made up a story: "The magic weapon is to bring extra clothes to keep warm. I don't have to worry about food; I can always cook for myself."

Lu Han, sitting in the back seat, laughed it off, saying, "I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky, just give me some food."

It's all nonsense anyway.

The car sped along the elevated highway.

After asking the questions on the list, the female director thoughtfully put away her equipment, giving the three big names time to rest.

Chen Ye took out his phone and browsed Weibo. The popularity of his new album on foreign websites was still soaring, and the domestic haters had completely gone silent.

An hour and a half later.

The van came to a smooth stop outside the departure hall of Daxing Airport. Chen Ye glanced at his phone; it was 7:08, just the right time.

The car door opened.

Several airport staff members were waiting by the roadside with three large luggage carts.

Chen Ye jumped out of the car, stretched, and unloaded the goods from the trunk with Lu Han.

Chen Ye and Lu Han each took charge of one vehicle, while Song Yuqi, wearing a mask, obediently pushed the last one. The three of them, fully equipped, marched into the terminal building in a grand procession.

I just entered the lobby.

Far away, near the agreed check-in counter, stood a very conspicuous group of people, surrounded by a circle of cameras.

Wang Anyu and Hu Xianxu were nervously checking their passports, with Zhao Zhaoyi and the powerful older sister Qin Hailu standing beside them.

Chen Ye pushed the cart and strode over, waving from afar.

"Good morning, everyone!" Chen Ye greeted them with a smile. "Aren't you late?"

Upon hearing the sound, the people in front all turned around.

The moment he saw Chen Ye, Song Yuqi, and Lu Han, a surprised smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Ye, Brother Lu, Sister Yuqi, you're here!" Wang Anyu greeted them with a smile.