I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

The atmosphere in the courtyard was so eerie it sent chills down my spine.

Everyone secretly glanced at Teacher Yan's expression, and no one dared to speak easily.

Yan Lei is having a terrible headache. His brain is about to overheat, but he still can't find a reasonable excuse to explain the stupid thing he did and said a few days ago.

He had just finished eating and was chatting with some younger people afterward, thinking he should brag a little, show off his connections, and gain some admiration.

The reason why Zero is said to be a few years younger than him and has a bigger belly is quite simple—aren't almost all of those famous writers like that?

From a probability perspective, the chances of him guessing correctly are quite high!

But who would have thought that the person in question was right next to him when he casually bragged about it?

To make matters worse, this bull was exposed today.

At this moment, even if he was stubborn, he didn't know what to say.

Just as he felt his nose getting redder and redder, almost red enough to head straight to the circus, the person in charge spoke up.

"Let me explain this matter," Cheng Che said.

All eyes immediately turned to Cheng Che, and Yan Lei's eyes shone with hope.

"That's right, I did know Teacher Yan before, and we even had a few meals together in Shanghai." Cheng Che used his best skill, "lying through his teeth."

"As for why he said that I was only a few years younger than him that night..." Cheng Che paused, "it was because I didn't want to reveal my identity."

"When you asked me if I was 'Number Zero,' I couldn't say no, and I couldn't deny it either."

"Teacher Yan knew my concerns, so she deliberately stood up and indirectly denied it for me," Cheng Che said, shrugging with a helpless expression.

"Unexpectedly, the disguise was exposed just a few days later."

There are always a few times in a person's life when they think they have seen the gates of heaven open.

Yan Lei waited for several dozen seconds, and just as he was about to break down, the door opened.

In that instant, Yan Lei's affection for Cheng Che skyrocketed, and he even felt closer to him than to his own son, almost bursting into tears on the spot.

Wow, look at Cheng! What a wonderful kid he is! He's handsome, talented, has high emotional intelligence, and most importantly, he's kind-hearted.

Old Yan will never forget Cheng Che's help in this situation, even if he becomes a ghost!

"Yes, that's right, that's how it is," Yan Lei said calmly.

"After all, I'm an elder, so it's only right that I consider Xiao Cheng's feelings more." His expression and tone were natural, as if everything was perfectly reasonable.

[Wow, the plot twist came so quickly!]

[Don't make me laugh. Teacher Yan's face was as black as charcoal just now. Instead of believing that Teacher Yan and Cheng Che have known each other for a long time, you'd be better off believing that I'm the number one "S"-class mixed-race person in Kassel College, with the power of words, and I'm 183cm tall. Nuo Xia and Su Ling are both my wives.]

[666 long and complex sentences are here!]

[I guess Che-ge showed his high EQ again, deliberately finding an excuse to give Teacher Yan a way out.]

[I'm so heartbroken, Che-ge! This show really can't do without him!]

"Oh, I see!" Xia Ziyi was the first to speak.

She breathed a sigh of relief—so that's the truth. Great, at least she doesn't have to worry about her celebrity career ending.

Xu Anan and Tian Xiwei remained silent, but they knew in their hearts that this was most likely a lie.

Shen Han sat in the corner, somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to see Yan Lei make a fool of himself.

He remained silent, looking at Cheng Che, who had once again become the "protagonist" of the occasion, and felt more and more disgusted by this person as always.

In college, you have to steal your classmates' attention, and on TV shows, you have to go against them.

Now, even if he wants to see Yan Lei make a fool of himself, he has to pretend to be a kind person to help him out of a predicament.

He gave a cold laugh to himself.

Go ahead and pretend, while you can still do it.

Anyway, you won't be smug for long.

His memory drifted back to this afternoon—

……

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The living room is on the first floor of the villa, room number "2".

Shen Han's room.

Shen Han sat on the edge of the bed, the curtains drawn tightly. The light from his phone screen shone on his face, making his usually gentle and refined face look somewhat unfamiliar.

"Okay, do it as we agreed before." His voice was low, as if afraid it would carry outside the room. "Send it out promptly at eight o'clock."

A female voice came from the other end of the phone; it was Shen Han's agent: "Okay, Hanhan, I've already made the arrangements."

"If you had told me you didn't like him earlier, he wouldn't have been so arrogant until today!"

"We didn't plan to do this at first," Shen Han sighed, his tone slightly somber. "But he got too carried away."

"I know you're kind-hearted, Hanhan, but you can't be soft-hearted with this kind of person!" the manager said.

Shen Han suddenly hesitated: "What if the company finds out? Won't that cause problems? Weren't we thinking of signing him?"

"Don't worry," the agent said firmly. "It won't matter even if she finds out. After all, she's just an ordinary person; how can she compare to you?"

"Besides, we're just trying to put him in a bad position and make him suffer a bit, not to destroy him."

"This way, it will be easier for the company to negotiate a lower price in the future."

"That's good." Shen Han nodded, feeling that this should be considered foolproof.

"By the way, didn't his pen name get exposed this afternoon?" the agent added. "Should we use that as a springboard for something else?"

"Won't this cause trouble? He seems to have a pretty high status in the online literature circle."

"What's the big deal? Just find someone to stir up trouble and make sure he's accused of plagiarism. Every famous author has to have some controversy like this," the agent said.

"Let's do it together then," Shen Han said. "Money is not a problem."

"It won't cost much." The agent's smug laughter came through. "There are a few big fans in your fan group who also hate Cheng Che. When they heard that you don't like him, they all volunteered to help you get revenge."

"Just wait patiently for good news."

……

We ate barbecue for almost two hours, and it was nearly 9 p.m.

The show ends its live broadcast at 10 p.m. every day, but by 9 p.m., the guests can usually go back to their rooms to rest.

After tidying up the yard, everyone gradually returned to their rooms.

Cheng Che was about to go upstairs to his room to lie down when he suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Tian Xiwei asked.

"I don't know." Cheng Che shook his head. "I suddenly have a bad feeling."

Yeah, this feeling is exactly the same as when I was at the Korean restaurant this afternoon.

Could it be that someone is plotting something bad to harm me again...?

There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me!

"What? Did another reader send you mango pomelo sago?" Tian Xiwei immediately laughed again.

She could ship Cheng Che and Mango for a lifetime.

"Never mind, let's go upstairs first." Cheng Che decided to follow the Taoist philosophy of going with the flow.

The two had just taken a step when the assistant quickly walked over.

"Teacher Cheng Che, is it convenient for me to come upstairs later? Director Wang wants to talk to you about something," she said.

Cheng Che was a little confused, but he nodded and followed the assistant.

[What are you doing, Wang Zheng? Is the live stream over? Call my brother Che away!]

[Exactly! What am I supposed to see if you call my brother Che away?]

[Is it time to sign the contracts for the next few installments with Che-ge? I have approved Wang Zheng's overstepping of his authority this time.]

Something's not right... Hey guys, should we go check it out? Looks like something bad's about to happen.

[Wow, Weibo is suddenly so lively! I feel like there's going to be some fun to watch!]

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P.S.: There are no further disturbing plot developments.