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

Wang Zhengyu chuckled twice, his wrinkles crinkling into a deep knot on his old face.

"Yezi, just keep quiet even if you see through it. It's all for the sake of the show."

Chen Ye rolled his eyes.

They really treat these superstars like mere laborers.

"What, you really plan to send my buddies on a budget trip through the streets with your production crew?"

Chen Ye pointed to the three people sitting next to him.

"They came here without even asking for your advertising fee. They got four Heavenly Kings for free. You'll be laughing in your sleep tonight."

Wang Zhengyu was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

He touched his bald chin, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

Chen Ye is absolutely right.

The hype has completely exploded.

If they continue with the original plan to have them travel the streets on a shoestring budget and work odd jobs tomorrow, the scene is too horrible for him to bear.

Jay Chou is going to work as a construction worker? JJ Lin is going to deliver food?

If they really did that, the excited fans would probably trample down the entire sewer system on that street.

If a serious stampede occurs, his time as a director will be over, and he'll go straight to jail.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Wang Zhengyu was a bit at a loss, his face contorted in a pained expression.

He sighed.

"When we first started planning this show, it was because Chao Ge, He Er, and Xiao Lu wanted to go out and have fun, so we made it a strict requirement to travel on a budget in order to make it more interesting to watch."

"We've got the buzz now, and we don't have to worry about funding anymore," Wang Zhengyu said, spreading his hands. "But we can't really turn the show into a fairytale vacation mukbang, can we? That doesn't fit the spirit of 'Five Ha'."

Chen Ye grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and slowly peeled them.

This old scoundrel's mind is full of ratings and variety show highlights; he can't stop talking about his old profession.

The others also turned to look.

Everyone knows that with the addition of these superstars, the old model of suffering while working is no longer viable.

"Actually, it's not difficult to solve."

Chen Ye tossed the peeled melon seeds into his mouth and chewed them a couple of times.

"How should we change it?" Wang Zhengyu's eyes immediately lit up.

"Let's change the 'working on a shoestring budget' setting," Chen Ye said, brushing the crumbs off his hands. "Let's change it to making games."

"We do tasks and games, and your production team distributes travel funds based on the difficulty level. Then we use the money we win to visit famous local attractions and have fun."

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't this also a form of budget travel?"

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up.

"Yezi's idea is reliable!" Huang Bo slapped his thigh.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen He exclaimed excitedly, his double chin appearing.

He's good at making money by playing games; he'll do anything as long as he doesn't have to move ice blocks.

Lu Han nodded repeatedly, completely agreeing.

Jay Chou, Jay Chou, and the other two also said there was no problem.

Making games is much better than going out to work and being treated like a monkey.

Wang Zhengyu spun around twice, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

Redesign?

It's definitely doable!

With four Heavenly Kings and these veteran variety show personalities, just sitting there playing "Pictionary" can garner over 100 million views. Who cares if they're out washing dishes or doing odd jobs?

"Fine!" Wang Zhengyu gritted his teeth.

He slapped his thigh suddenly.

"Then we'll do it your way! I'll have the director revise tomorrow's rules tonight!"

But the old fox changed the subject.

"However, you all have to attend the Hengdian Imitation Competition that we arranged for tomorrow. The venue and extras have already been set up with money."

Chen Ye gave an OK sign.

Everyone's just going there to have fun, so it doesn't matter where we go, as long as we don't suffer.

With the matter settled, the atmosphere in the hall became more relaxed and casual.

The group continued to toast and drink.

Just then.

A piercing, deafening sound came from the karaoke machine in the corner.

Then, Tao Zhe and Deng Chao walked over arm in arm, each carrying an empty beer bottle.

These two old men, whose combined age is nearly a hundred, had their faces flushed.

Tao Zhe plopped down in the empty seat next to Chen Ye and waved his hand.

"Wild Child!" Tao Zhe slurred.

He pointed to Deng Chao, who was just grinning foolishly beside him.

"I have an announcement to make!"

The hall gradually quieted down.

Everyone stared at the two drunkards who were acting out of control.

"Chao Ge and I hit it off immediately! It was like meeting a kindred spirit!"

Tao Zhe patted his chest loudly.

"We just swore an oath of brotherhood! I've made up my mind!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"For my own song on the four of our new albums, I absolutely have to include Chao Ge! I want to sing a duet with him!"

The words fell.

The entire hall was completely silent.

The spicy crayfish that Chen He had just peeled fell directly onto the table, splattering oil all over the floor.

Lu Han spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk all over Wang Mian's face with a "pfft".

Wang Mian wiped the wine off his face, not even daring to use a tissue, his eyes filled with terror.

crazy.

He's completely gone mad.

To have a famous comedian recorded a new album of superstar caliber.

"No, Brother Zhe," Chen He stammered, his face pale.

"You really drank fake alcohol? You took Old Deng to sing? That's not singing, that's summoning a spirit!"

"How dare you talk like that!" Deng Chao said, displeased.

He puffed out his chest and looked around the room with a smug expression.

His gaze swept from Song Yuqi to Chen He, then to Lu Han, and finally landed on Chen Ye.

His smug, petty nature was completely undisguised.

It's as if it's saying: See? I'm now a top singer who can release albums by superstars.

Chen Ye looked at these two brilliant and promising talents, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

This is a bit too much of a threat.

Originally, I just wanted to make an album with everyone being emo, but now with Old Deng's raspy voice, it's turned into an album for everyone to be exorcised.

Jay Chou sat next to him, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter.

He reached out and patted Tao Zhe on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhe, don't get excited." Zhou Jielun told Tao Zhe the whole story about discussing the collaborative album.

"We decided to do a purely sentimental concept album. Yezi joined us too."

After hearing this, Tao Zhe stood there stunned.

A few seconds later.

He suddenly stood up, and was mostly sober.

"A purely sad love song? Everyone's in an emo mood?"

Tao Zhe stared intently at Zhou Jielun.

"Holy crap! That was so exciting! I definitely need to bring Chao Ge with me! His off-key version of that love song was so emotionally charged, it was absolutely heart-wrenching!"

Everyone was speechless.

Destroy it, hurry up.

This little incident brought the atmosphere of the drinking party to its climax.

A group of grown men got together and started talking nonsense, each boasting about their glorious youth.

They kept going until after 1 a.m.

The skewers on the table had turned into a small mountain of bamboo sticks, and empty wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Then everyone parted ways, arm in arm, helping each other back to their rooms to rest.

Chen Ye took a hot shower, changed into a set of pure black casual silk pajamas, and lay sprawled on the big bed.

The room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner running.

He summoned the system screen and looked at the long string of rapidly increasing popularity points on it.

The online backlash against the director of Running Man continues, and the online traffic is still soaring.

"System," Chen Ye asked in his mind.

"Retrieve the music library and filter for the most melancholic, depressing, and emotionally draining love songs."

The light screen flickered.

A long list of glittering songs appeared instantly.

Chen Ye's gaze swept quickly across it.

Onions? No, they're too common, even though they're bitter.

Lying? This one can be kept as a backup; its sarcastic tone is quite effective at eliciting criticism.

The seabed? Forget it, that's way too depressing.

Since he's decided to team up with the Four Heavenly Kings, the two songs he's in charge of absolutely can't be subpar.

If you're going to feel pain, it must be excruciating, leaving no room for compromise.

Ideally, it would make those online trolls who just want to watch the drama listen to it, and then break down in tears in the middle of the night, soaking their pillows with sobs.

As he pondered this, Chen Ye smacked his lips.

I drank quite a lot of different kinds of liquor and beer tonight, and my throat is so dry it feels like it's on fire.

He sat up and searched the room.

He had drunk all the bottled water provided by the film crew before going to bed, leaving only an empty bottle.

Gan.

I can only get it from the lobby downstairs.

Chen Ye, wearing slippers, pushed open the door and slowly walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

The main lights on the first floor were not turned on.

Only a few warm yellow wall lamps were lit in the corner, making the light very dim.

The leftover food on the table had been cleaned up by the production crew.

Chen Ye walked straight to the double-door refrigerator in the open kitchen, familiar with the area.

Open the refrigerator door.

The cool white light illuminated half of the kitchen area.

Chen Ye took out a bottle of Evian mineral water from the refrigerator.

A fleeting glance.

His movements stopped.

There was actually someone sitting on the leather sofa in the lobby.

Chen Ye closed the refrigerator door with his foot and looked through it in the dim light.

Song Yuqi.

She didn't go back to her room.

She was wearing a large white shirt, the hem of which just covered her thighs, and her two fair and straight legs were casually crossed on the sofa cushions.

He was holding a wine glass.

The dark red wine was gently swirled in the glass.

The oversized men's shirt made her look even smaller. She didn't turn on the TV or look at her phone; she just tilted her head back and looked at the dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Chen Ye walked over carrying a bottle of mineral water that was still damp.

It stopped on the side of the sofa.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

A deep male voice echoed through the hall.

Song Yuqi was startled, and the wine glass in her hand trembled violently.

The red wine swirled dangerously along the glass, almost spilling onto my white shirt.

She turned her head.

After recognizing Chen Ye, she patted her chest and let out a long breath.

"That scared me to death."

Song Yuqi put down her wine glass and stared intently at Chen Ye in front of her.

Chen Ye usually has a somewhat lazy and carefree attitude.

At this moment, half of his body was hidden in the shadows, and a few drops of water were running down his slightly sharp jawline, with pure black silk fabric clinging to his collarbone.

Song Yuqi unconsciously gripped the glass base of the wine glass.

"Why are you out here too?" Song Yuqi asked softly, her tone slightly raised.

Chen Ye did not answer.

He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his jawline was taut.

"I'm a little thirsty, and there's no water in the room," Chen Ye said casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he put the bottle cap back on.

He turned around, just about to go back upstairs to continue sleeping.

Behind.

Song Yuqi's gaze was fixed on his back.

She bit her lower lip, her voice very soft.

"Want to sit for a while?"