My cousin asked me to go to Wuha, and Hanikezi stuck to me.

Chen Yi closed his eyes, and ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes.

He opened his eyes in the darkness and stared at the ceiling.

Can't sleep at all.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by heavy knocking.

"Chen Yi, open the door." Chen He's voice came through the door, revealing obvious anxiety.

Chen Yi threw off the covers, got out of bed, and turned the doorknob.

Chen He stood outside the door wearing silk pajamas, holding a glass of warm water, his hair a mess.

"Are you up in the middle of the night, preparing to cultivate immortality?" Chen Yi leaned against the door frame, blocking the entrance.

"I can't sleep." Chen He pushed Chen Yi's arm away, squeezed into the room, and plopped down on the edge of the bed.

He slammed the water glass heavily onto the bedside table.

"Old Wang just called me again," Chen He said, wiping his face. "He cursed at me for a full half hour on the phone."

"What did I say to you?" Chen Yi walked to the single sofa and sat down.

"He scolded me for grasping at straws in my desperation!" Chen He pointed at Chen Yi. "Old Wang said that you, a complete novice who has never even faced a camera before, will definitely get stage fright when you get on set tomorrow. He regrets signing that contract now."

"The contract is signed, with a penalty of five million for breach of contract." Chen Yi said calmly, "If he goes back on his word, he can transfer the money to my account first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll immediately buy a ticket back to my hometown."

"Are you obsessed with money?!" Chen He slammed his fist on the mattress in anger. "Is this about money? This is about our livelihoods!"

"Zhang Ziming's career collapsed, the sponsor wanted to withdraw its investment, and Lao Wang was under immense pressure to agree to let you go on." Chen He stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "We'll leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and filming will start promptly at eight. Hundreds of staff members and dozens of cameras will be crammed into your face."

Chen He walked up to Chen Yi and looked down at him.

"Do you know how big a spectacle that was?"

"I don't know," Chen Yi answered truthfully.

"Let me tell you, if an ordinary person saw that kind of scene, they wouldn't even be able to speak properly, and their legs would cramp up!" Chen He lowered his voice. "Old Wang said that ordinary people don't know how to move around or find the camera, so everything will be a mess."

"I can stand still," Chen Yi offered as a solution.

"No way! Standing still is like being a dead man!" Chen He jumped up and down anxiously. "If you can't catch the jokes that Chao Ge and Xiao Lu throw out, the atmosphere will freeze. And if it freezes, Lao Wang will berate you mercilessly behind the monitor!"

"As long as you can handle it," Chen Yi said, leaning back on the sofa. "Didn't you call yourself a variety show genius?"

"How can I save the whole team by myself?!" Chen He's eyes widened. "Tomorrow is a mixed-gender competition! Besides us regulars, there's also Hanikezi!"

Upon hearing this name, Chen Yi's eyelids twitched.

"She's a top star right now; she gets millions of likes on a simple selfie," Chen He continued, adding pressure. "Tomorrow you'll have to interact with her, even confront her. You're just an ordinary person; if you don't know your limits, even the slightest touch or a wrong word, her fans will tear you to shreds!"

"Since the risks are so great, why do you insist on dragging me into this?" Chen Yi retorted.

"Because I can't find anyone else!" Chen He roared back defiantly. "Now we have no choice but to try anything!"

Chen Yi stood up, walked to the water dispenser, and poured himself a glass of cold water.

"You came all this way in the middle of the night just to create anxiety about my appearance and class?" Chen Yi took a sip of water. "Or is it to shift the blame in advance, so that if things go wrong tomorrow, it'll all be my responsibility?"

Chen He blushed when his thoughts were exposed.

"I'm just trying to prepare you mentally!" Chen He stubbornly insisted. "I'm afraid you'll be so nervous when you see a big star tomorrow that you won't be able to walk."

"I'm not nervous," Chen Yi said, putting down his water glass.

"Give me a break." Chen He sneered. "When I mentioned Hanikezi just now, the way you looked at your phone was off. Don't think I didn't notice you secretly searched for her videos."

Chen Yi did not refute.

"Anyway, when you get to the scene tomorrow, you better put away that sarcastic tone." Chen He walked to the door, turned back, and instructed, "Stay close to me, talk less, and smile more. Just quietly earn that 20,000 yuan, understand?"

"The door is behind you. Remember to close it when you go out," Chen Yi pointed to the door.

Chen He rolled his eyes, walked out, and closed the door.

The room fell into absolute silence once again.

Chen Yi sat back down on the sofa.

Although Chen He's words were harsh, every single one hit the nail on the head.

He is a recent graduate who has just received an offer from an internet company.

The original plan was to report for work next Monday, work from nine to five every day, and earn a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan.

Now, however, he is being pushed onto the top-rated variety show in the country.

Facing top male celebrities and popular female stars.

With the system's support, he genuinely felt that none of this was a big deal.

However, the skill is triggered passively.

Now that the night is deep and quiet, the instinctive fears of ordinary people begin to surge back fiercely.

Chen Yi picked up his phone and unlocked the screen.

Those four words are still in the search history.

Hanikezi.

He clicked on the video with the most views of the Dunhuang flying apsara dance.

The screen lit up, and exotic music echoed in the quiet room.

In the picture, the girl is dressed in elaborate and gorgeous clothes and has a semi-transparent veil covering her face.

She spun around in the center of the stage, her arms stretching out gracefully, her waist twisting dramatically to the rhythm.

Every movement is precisely timed to the drumbeats, possessing a highly aggressive aesthetic.

Her eyes, visible beneath the veil, sparkled with a lively and confident light.

Chen Yi looked at the comments scrolling across the screen.

The dense text almost completely obscured the girl's face.

"My wife is so beautiful!"

"A deity has descended to earth!"

"That waist is amazing!"

Chen Yi stared at the frenzied barrage of comments.

The video is only one minute long.

He watched it three times in a row.

My heart rate started to increase uncontrollably.

This isn't just any ordinary beauty; she's a superstar adored by the spotlight and her fans.

Tomorrow, he will share the stage with this girl.

You have to play a game against her under the watchful eyes of dozens of cameras.

This enormous class disparity and the unknown sense of oppression weighed heavily on Chen Yi's chest.

In case I embarrass myself.

What if I can't keep up with the conversation?

What if my helpless expression gets edited into the final cut and I get ridiculed by the whole internet?

Chen Yi's breathing became somewhat rapid, and fine sweat began to seep from his palms.

Just then, the emotionless, mechanical electronic voice in my mind suddenly rang out.

"Ding!"

"Abnormal fluctuations in the host's heart rate were detected, and the host is in a state of extreme tension."

"It is recommended to use the [Camera Sensitivity Lv2] passive skill immediately for mental adjustment."

Chen Yi closed his eyes and silently recited in his mind.

use.

A wonderful feeling of coolness exploded deep in my brain.

It spread rapidly along the nerve endings to all parts of the body.

My wildly beating heart was forcibly slowed down and returned to a steady pace.

The sweat in my palms stopped.

The tense muscles completely relaxed.

The overwhelming tension I felt just moments ago vanished completely in that instant.

Instead, there is an absolute sense of rationality and control.

Chen Yi opened his eyes and looked at his phone screen again.

The girl in the video is still beautiful.

But the filter in Chen Yi's eyes had been completely shattered.

She is no longer an unapproachable star, but simply a variety show guest she will be working with soon.

Chen Yineng was able to clearly analyze the points of force she exerted in the dance.

You can see the deliberate design in her facial expressions.

She can even predict her possible reactions and tactics during tomorrow's interaction.

The natural awe that ordinary people have for celebrities is completely erased by the professional perspective provided by the system.

Chen Yi exited the video interface and tossed his phone onto the bedside table.

He lay back down on the bed and pulled the covers over himself.

The WeChat notification sound rang again.

The screen glowed faintly in the darkness.

Chen Yi picked up his phone.

Chen He sent me a WeChat message.

"Don't be nervous when we get to the recording location tomorrow, I'll take care of you."

Then another message came in.

"By the way, you're so handsome, don't steal my thunder."

Chen Yi looked at the words on the screen.

Fingers tapping on the keyboard.

I sent an eye-rolling emoji.

He locked his phone screen.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Tomorrow will be the day that changes his life.