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

Chen Ye turned his head and glanced at Deng Chao's real body, who was still lost in thought.

Hey Chao Ge, does the Empress know that you have an illegitimate child in Hengdian?

The two "high-imitation" cars walked into the house without any hesitation.

They nodded to everyone and found an empty sofa to sit down.

Everyone was hiding their identities, wearing masks and hats, and no one dared to make a sound.

But Deng Chao's mouth never stops.

Instead of feeling guilty, he was filled with a strange curiosity.

Deng Chao cleared his throat and leaned forward.

He picked up his broken Sichuan accent and began, "Oh my goodness, you two teachers, you both look exactly like Deng Chao and Sun Li? Absolutely amazing!"

The two of them were not intimidated.

The man chuckled and scratched the back of his head: "When I'm online at internet cafes, netizens always say I look like a trendy guy, so I dragged my wife to try imitating him. I didn't expect it would actually get me some commercial performances."

What a mess netizens have made!

Chen Ye rubbed his temples.

You call this similar?

This is practically a gift to the original body's clone!

Before Deng Chao could delve deeper into their "piracy journey," the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

Two people came in this time as well.

The one on the left is wearing a pink blazer and has one hand in his pocket.

He wore sunglasses, had his hair slicked back, and was chewing gum arrogantly.

The one on the right has blond hair, heavy eyeliner, and is even holding a Rubik's Cube.

Lu Han sat in the corner.

Those eyes, adorned with the stunning makeup of a wealthy heiress, instantly widened like copper bells.

Jay Chou's hand, holding the coffee, froze in mid-air.

The two people who came in were none other than "high-quality imitations of Jay Chou" and "high-quality imitations of Lu Han"!

It's not that it doesn't resemble the real thing.

If these two were walking alone on the street, fans would definitely rush up to them for autographs.

But being under the same roof as the real person right now feels so incongruous that it's as if you could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with your toes.

Especially that fake Lu Han, who actually whistled at the cross-dressing version of the real Lu Han!

Lu Han's fist hardened.

"Damn it!" Lu Han gritted his teeth and whispered, "Even when I was a total non-mainstream person, I wasn't this greasy!"

Zhou Jielun stared at the fake account that was chewing gum, and fell into self-doubt.

Am I really this annoying person usually?

Case solved.

Chen Ye leaned back into the sofa and let out a cold laugh.

This was definitely the work of that old fox Wang Zhengyu.

Where did you find so many monsters and demons? Is Old Wang planning a clone war in Hengdian?

The door to the lounge had been transformed into a teleportation array.

Over the next ten minutes, Chen Ye witnessed the diversity of species.

Among those who came in were a high-quality impersonator of Lin Junjie, wearing black-rimmed glasses and forcibly squinting, and a high-quality impersonator of Chen He, who was as fat as a gas cylinder.

There are even depictions of Li Bai and Zhuge Liang dressed in long robes and mandarin jackets.

What a thoroughly enjoyable form of mental pollution.

"Tap, tap."

Another one came in.

Chen Ye was watching the show, but after glancing around, he was completely stunned.

The man was wearing ripped jeans and sporting a perm.

He had a thick silver chain around his neck and an arrogant expression.

The worst part is that this guy actually imitated Chen Ye's usual carefree attitude, putting his hands in his pockets and shaking his leg wildly.

High-quality replica of Chen Ye!

Chen Ye's lips twitched violently.

Which mythical beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas is this?

A muffled laugh, barely suppressed, came from the side.

Song Yuqi moved closer to Chen Ye, her shoulders shaking as if she had been electrocuted.

Chen Ye turned his head away, and asked in a low voice, utterly dejected, "Look at this thing, what does it have to do with me?"

Song Yuqi's eyes reddened as she tried to suppress her laughter.

She scrutinized the leg-shaking youth for two seconds, then nodded seriously: "There is a connection."

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

Song Yuqi extended a slender, white finger and gestured.

"His nose is about 5% similar to yours, but the remaining 95% is held together by a layer of foundation and highlighter thicker than a city wall."

Chen Ye rubbed his temples.

This little girl knows how to talk.

If Chen Ye were to admit that this guy resembles him, he would have to assassinate Wang Zhengyu tonight.

Finally, the staff's shouts came from the front desk.

It's time for the "Michael Jackson trio" to take the stage.

Deng Chao, Huang Bo, and Tao Zhe immediately perked up.

These three men, whose combined age is nearly two hundred, have given themselves the stage names "Jack Tide," "Michael Bo," and "Tao Kesen."

They pushed open the door to the dressing room and marched confidently to the stage.

Less than two minutes later.

The wall-mounted TV in the lounge showed a live stream of the front desk.

In the video, Deng Chao and Tao Zhe are completely absorbed in their own fun.

Forget about image, forget about baggage, I don't care about any of that anymore.

The two performed a crazy, eerie moonwalk on stage, accompanied by ghostly screams of "Awoo" and "Hiss," turning what should have been an impersonation show into a scene of corpse transport in western Hunan.

The audience below was completely dumbfounded.

The barrage of comments exploded like fireworks.

"Help! Are these old ladies treating Hengdian like a disco?!"

"Tao Zhe's image as a music godfather has shattered to dust! How is he going to sing love songs now?! Hahaha!"

"Huang Bo looked like a helpless old father in the back! It was so pitiful, hahaha!"

Chen Ye slapped his thigh in the lounge, thinking how incredibly hard-hitting this was.

Just as he was enjoying himself, he suddenly felt someone watching him.

Turn your head to the side.

Sitting diagonally opposite, Jay Chou, Wang Leehom, and Lin Junjie were whispering together.

After exchanging a few words, Zhou Jielun turned his head and subtly winked at Chen Ye.

He raised his chin again, pointing to the door of the lounge.

Chen Ye understood and stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly strolled out of the lounge.

I had just reached a corner in the corridor.

Jay Chou and the other two were already waiting there.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ye leaned against the wall. "The show's only just begun, aren't you going to watch anymore?"

Jay Chou waved his hand dismissively.

"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, my eyes will get injured. That fake Jay Chou in there keeps staring at me while I'm chewing gum, it's making me nervous."

Wang Leehom chuckled and replied, "Yezi, given the current situation, there's no point in us staying inside. Why don't we take advantage of this break to go to the recording studio and finish what we discussed last night?"

At this point, the eyes of the three music kings gleamed with excitement.

The plan to "murder the entire online audience" was decided last night.

They were so excited they couldn't sleep all night.

Chen Ye stroked his chin.

sure.

Since staying here just means watching those fake accounts put on a show, I might as well go and capitalize on the popularity of a masterpiece.

"Which recording studio are we going to? We're in Hengdian right now, is the equipment up to par?" Chen Ye asked.

Before Lin Junjie could even speak, Wang Leehom had already patted his chest in confidence.

"Don't worry about that." Wang Leehom smiled confidently. "I have a friend here who specializes in film and television scores. He has a top-notch private recording studio with all kinds of instruments, including the latest mixing console. The equipment is absolutely top-notch."