He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

It was already dark when A-Qiang dropped Ye Mo off at the hotel.

The hotel is in Tsim Sha Tsui, but it's not by the water and you can't see Victoria Harbour.

The room wasn't big, with just a bed, a table, and a chair, but it was clean.

Across from the window is a row of old tenement buildings, with air conditioner units humming loudly.

It's neither a five-star hotel nor a budget hotel.

The treatment of the Sammo Hung Stunt Team is not bad, but they don't spoil you either.

Of course, it depends on your status.

Ye Mo threw his schoolbag onto the bed and lay down in a spread-eagled position.

There is a crack in the ceiling that extends from the light fixture to the corner of the wall.

He stared at the crack, going over the events of the day in his mind.

Ah Jie, Kill Zone, Sammo Hung.

It's settled.

He rolled over and pulled out his phone.

The video call rang six times before it was answered.

Liu Yifei's face appeared on the screen.

Her hair was loose, she had no makeup on, and the background consisted of a bedside table and a lamp.

Judging from the angle, she should be lying face down on the bed.

"Comrade Ye Mo, you still know how to make phone calls?" The voice was very low, but the reproach in the tone was not less.

"Just arrived at the hotel." Ye Mo propped his phone up on the bedside table, adjusted the angle, and said, "Just wanted to report on work—I landed the role."

Liu Yifei paused for a moment, then smiled. No.

It's that kind of business smile, a smile where the eyes curve first, followed by the corners of the mouth.

"Nonsense, it would be abnormal if we couldn't win her over."

"You trust me that much?"

"I trust Hung Kam-po's judgment." She rolled her eyes. "I still think about that Feng Yu-xiu of yours when I walk alone at night."

"That means I acted well."

"That just shows you're scary," Liu Yifei snorted. "But seriously—with one production after another, can your body handle it? Ding Xiu just finished filming, and now you're immediately playing an assassin. Aren't you afraid of driving yourself crazy?"

Ye Mo smiled.

"This character is different."

"Why is it different?"

"Ah-Jie only has one line in the entire film."

Then I explained the character's personality to her.

Liu Yifei blinked.

"One sentence?"

"One word—'death'."

There was a two-second silence on the screen.

Then Liu Yifei buried her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking.

"What are you laughing at?"

She looked up, suppressing a laugh, tears welling in her eyes: "I was thinking about you on set—your hair dyed blonde, wearing a white suit, not saying a word, just standing there like a telephone pole, and then finally uttering a single word: 'Die,' and the director yelled 'Cut,' and you were squatting in the corner, fiddling with your phone and scrolling through Weibo."

Ye Mo imagined it for a moment, then smiled.

That's roughly the idea.

"That was definitely easier than Feng Yuxiu's role. That character's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets; it was exhausting to watch." Liu Yifei rolled over, lying on her side as she looked at the camera. "I was browsing Weibo on my alternate account the other day, and someone had edited a compilation of your action scenes. The comments were all saying, 'You must have really trained,' and I could feel the pain even through the screen."

"What's your alternate account called?"

I won't tell you.

"Then how can I keep track of you?"

"Why are you following me?" Liu Yifei asked matter-of-factly. "My mom checked my main account. After we followed each other last time, she kept nagging me for three days—about how a popular female celebrity and an extra's interaction would trend on social media."

Ye Mo remained silent for a second.

"I'm not playing a minor role anymore."

"In her eyes, you'll always be..." Liu Yifei sighed, her voice softening. "Let's not talk about this. How many days are you staying in Hong Kong? When are you coming back?"

"The contract will be signed tomorrow; if everything goes smoothly, it will take about ten days."

Before I could finish speaking, my phone vibrated.

An unfamiliar number.

The number from Yanjing.

"Wait a minute, there's a phone call." Ye Mo frowned.

"You answer it, don't let it interfere with important business."

Ye Mo didn't hang up the video call; he answered it directly.

"Feed?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Ye Mo?" The voice on the other end was that of a middle-aged man, speaking Mandarin with a Beijing accent, and speaking very quickly, like someone who was always on the phone urging people to do things.

"it's me."

"Oh, I've finally found you!" The person on the other end visibly relaxed, raising their voice by half an octave. "I'm Li Ming, the producer from the 'Running Man' program. I made several calls, even going through director Chen Desheng, and it took me three rounds of questioning to finally get your number—Mr. Ye, don't you have an agent?"

Ye Mo was taken aback.

Running Man.

These four characters are like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples that spread outwards in circles.

"Uh—not yet." He tried to keep his voice steady.

"No wonder!" Li Ming's tone carried a sense of relief, "We wanted to invite you to participate in the recording of the first season of 'Running Man' as a guest. You're so popular right now—the character Feng Yuxiu was amazing, everyone on the internet is talking about it. Our director saw your action scene clips and decided that we absolutely had to invite you."

Ye Mo's mind was racing.

Running Man.

Season 1.

He remembers it all too clearly.

What was the concept of this program in its previous life?

Imported from South Korea, the first season of the show immediately ignited the entire variety show market, with ratings breaking 3 and 4 as easily as drinking water.

All seven regular MCs—Deng Chao, Li Chen, Chen He, Zheng Kai, Wang Zulan, Wang Baoqiang, and Angelababy—have experienced a career resurgence.

The name tag ripping game has become a national pastime, with "we are family" seen everywhere.

What kind of treatment did the guest stars receive in the first season?

When it aired, the whole country was watching it; the streets were practically deserted.

"Teacher Ye? Is she still there?"

"Yes, yes." Ye Mo sat up, his back unconsciously straightening. "When? Which episode specifically?"

"Recording will take place in a week." Li Ming spoke quickly. "The theme hasn't been decided yet, but we think your hardcore action star ripping name tags will definitely be a hit—but seriously, Mr. Ye, you should find an agent as soon as possible! Do you know how much effort we put into contacting you? First, we called the email address you left on Weibo, and you didn't reply for a week! Then we contacted Director Chen Desheng, who gave us an old number! Then we contacted Director Lu Yang, who said he only had WeChat! Finally, we asked someone to ask Mr. Zeng Zidan, and we finally got your current number—in my fifteen years in the industry, I've never searched for anyone like this before."

Ye Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry, Brother Li, I really should find someone."

"Hurry up, hurry up," Li Ming laughed. "I've reserved the time slots for you, from the 15th to the 18th of this month. Don't schedule anything else."

"Is it settled?"

"It's settled," Li Ming said. "I'll send you the process to your email later—by the way, are you still using that email address?"

"Use it, use it."

"Okay, it's settled then." Li Ming's voice was filled with relief and joy. "Teacher Ye, our production team is really looking forward to working with you. To be honest, there are quite a few people in the industry who can fight, but there are very few like you who can both fight and act. After the recording is over, I'll treat you to dinner as compensation for the mental anguish I've caused you by contacting you these past few days."

It's a deal.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mo stared at the screen for several seconds.

Running Man.

In his past life, he watched countless episodes of the show in a rented room.

He knows every game by heart: name tag ripping, pressure point mats, mud pits, catapult chairs.

Now he's going as a guest star.

It's not about watching Deng Chao act silly through a screen.

I really stood inside and ran with them.

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