“You just said you’re very close with Li Wanbai and have known each other for many years?” Quan Hao raised an eyebrow and asked loudly.
Ye Xiruo didn’t expect him to suddenly speak to her. Feeling flattered, she nodded repeatedly: “That’s right, Xiaobai and I have known each other for many years.”
“In that case, shouldn’t you have greeted Li Wanbai first just now? Why did you speak to Yu Baichuan first?” Quan Hao sneered, “It seems your relationship with Li Wanbai isn’t that great after all. I’ve never heard of such a ridiculous move – not greeting your best friend first but instead greeting her husband.”
If he hadn’t pointed it out, it might have gone unnoticed, but now the live stream comments caught on.
[Right, why did she greet Baichuan first? Didn’t she say she’s closest with Li Wanbai?]
[I really don’t get it. Could she have fallen for Yu Baichuan too?]
[Although I know falling for Yu Baichuan is everyone’s eventual fate, this is just too much! Is she sucking Li Wanbai’s blood while trying to steal her husband?]
[Hmph, birds of a feather flock together. Since she’s Li Wanbai’s good friend, how good could her character possibly be?]
[You need evidence for what you’re saying! Rumors spread easily but are hard to refute. How can you judge Ye Xiruo like this? Do any of you even know Little Leaf?]
Just as Ye Xiruo didn’t expect Quan Hao to speak to her, she also didn’t anticipate his sudden attack. Her face instantly turned pale as she stammered: “It’s because Teacher Yu was sitting closest to the door. When I opened the door, I saw Teacher Yu first, so…”
“That excuse might work on me since I was indeed facing away from the door, but Li Wanbai was directly facing the door! Whether considering distance or angle, the first person you should have seen when pushing the door open was Li Wanbai.” Quan Hao snorted coldly, “Don’t try to fool me. I came through that same door – I know better than you who’s visible first!”
Quan Hao pressed on relentlessly, showing no intention of giving Ye Xiruo any way out.
Not just Li Wanbai, but even the production team hidden behind the big screen broke into a cold sweat. What was this ancestor trying to do? Was he going to ruin someone’s reputation on the first day of broadcasting?
Quan Hao suddenly turned to look at Li Wanbai, his chin slightly raised.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like he was being smug, showing off something to her.
Li Wanbai looked baffled and said with a smile: “Teacher Quan, aren’t you being too sensitive? You can’t assume Xiruo has ill intentions just because she greeted someone else first. Besides, who you see first when entering a room is quite objective – you can’t use your own perspective to judge everyone.”
If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare contradict Quan Hao publicly – he’d definitely make them pay for it. But Li Wanbai didn’t care.
So what!
At worst, she’d just leave the entertainment industry – that would actually suit her just fine.
Quan Hao glanced at her, the corners of his eyes drooping – an expression of disappointment at not achieving his goal.
Li Wanbai didn’t know what his objective was, but she could tell he was very unhappy now. Best not to provoke him further.
What a puzzling guy.
Originally, she and Ye Xiruo were perfectly acting out the sisterly affection scene, but he suddenly intervened, almost ruining the friendly facade of both of them. Before Li Wanbai could even get angry, he had already gotten worked up himself.
She glanced at the other two. Yu Baichuan remained expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him, and the remaining Quan Hao was even less likely to step in and smooth things over for Ye Xiruo.
That left only herself.
Li Wanbai said with some helplessness, “Xiao Yezi, don’t take it to heart—Teacher Quan was just joking with you. By the way, there are six guests in total for this show, right? So now there are only two left? I haven’t paid much attention to this. Teacher Yu, Teacher Quan, do you know who the other two guest teachers are?”
[Hahaha, LWB really knows how to lie through her teeth. QH was so rude—can that really be dismissed as just a joke? If I remember correctly, a joke is only a joke when both sides find it funny!]
[This is just too hilarious.]
[But no matter what, can this really be blamed on Li Wanbai?]
[Are you all blind? The one who spoke rudely first was Quan Hao, and it really was Ye Xiruo’s own confusing behavior. What does it have to do with Xiaobai? Is it wrong for her to help smooth things over?]
[Let’s take our Hao Hao and leave—we’re not engaging.]
[Are you all focusing on Ye Xiruo? Am I the only one noticing that Li Wanbai still hasn’t forgotten to latch onto our Baichuan and Hao Hao at a time like this?]
[666, LWB is truly something else. There are four people here—two men and two women. She ignores the other woman and insists on talking to the two men instead. Her intentions are as clear as day—what’s she pretending for?]
[…]
Quan Hao leaned back on the sofa and slightly closed his eyes. Li Wanbai thought he wouldn’t speak, but to her surprise, the first one to respond was Quan Hao, who seemed to have already been resting: “The other two—one is an old-timer, and the other seems to be the one who just debuted as the center in a music variety show not long ago. I think he’s quite popular—what’s his name, Tang something?”
There was no scorn in his tone, but his words carried an air of casual certainty.
The old-timer was a well-known variety show regular, and Quan Hao didn’t think much of him either. However, given his age and seniority, Quan Hao couldn’t say much. As for the other guest, who was younger than him, he wasn’t so fortunate.
Though he said the other was “quite popular,” it was clear he didn’t take him seriously. No matter how popular he was, he couldn’t compare to Quan Hao. Besides, they weren’t even in the same field, and there would be no resource conflicts in the future, so he naturally didn’t care.
Yu Baichuan glanced at him and said calmly, “His name isn’t ‘Tang something’—it’s Ma Xu.”
“Oh, my apologies,” Quan Hao chuckled, suddenly straightening up and raising an eyebrow as he asked, “Yu Baichuan, you’re in music, and he’s in music too. Which of you has the higher musical accomplishment?”
Li Wanbai was taken aback and couldn’t help but shift her gaze to the two men conversing. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but the previously calm atmosphere suddenly felt tense and confrontational.
Quan Hao’s question was undeniably aggressive.
Ma Xu had debuted not long ago, sweeping the votes as the center, and was now enjoying a bit of popularity. Originally, he had nothing to do with Yu Baichuan, but Quan Hao’s remark seemed to drag them onto the same scale for comparison.
Whether measured by popularity, sales, or any other metric, Yu Baichuan was naturally countless times superior to that Ma Xu. The problem was that these universally acknowledged facts couldn’t be stated directly by Yu Baichuan himself—doing so would be like stepping on a landmine.
If dug up later, it could be used to accuse Yu Baichuan of arrogance and overestimating his own abilities.
Yet Yu Baichuan couldn’t remain silent or admit that his skills were inferior to Ma Xu’s—that would be too pretentious, and no one would buy it anyway. Who knows what trap Quan Hao had prepared for him with his next sentence?
Yu Baichuan’s fans couldn’t rightfully condemn Quan Hao either. After all, he was an actor—a pure actor—and Yu Baichuan’s rival. He might be unaware of the underlying complexities, or he might simply be targeting Yu Baichuan, which would align with his established persona.
As Yu Baichuan stared coldly at him and was about to speak, Li Wanbai smiled and said, “I believe Teacher Yu’s musical accomplishments are undoubtedly higher.”