This requirement…
A subtle expression flashed across everyone’s eyes.
Gentle, quiet… there was, after all, someone currently present who perfectly matched these conditions.
Even if the show had its requirements, given Ji Yun’s industry status, there was no need to sacrifice himself to such an extent, was there? Even the audience, who were avidly “shipping” CP pairs, fell silent for a moment.
Was… was this the “main couple” officially handing out candy?
Ji Yun continued to smile gently. “Ah-Ze, it’s your turn.”
“Oh, oh, sorry.” Wen Ze finally snapped back to reality. Ji Yun reminded him in a low voice, “Ideal type standards.”
He didn’t know why Wen Ze was so distraught, but he could guess that something major must have happened. Yet, compared to satisfying his curiosity, Ji Yun understood better what should and shouldn’t be said. Things that would make everyone feel awkward if spoken aloud were better chewed up and swallowed.
Wen Ze forced out a smile. “As for ideal type standards…”
His gaze involuntarily swept over Zhou Zichen’s face across from him, then quickly pulled away. Everyone knew about the tangled, ill-fated history between these two; the guests were still skeptical, but the audience had already started cursing openly.
Who wouldn’t feel heartache seeing Wen Ze looking so devastated? Since they couldn’t reach the “brainless romantic” side of him to scold, they could only vent their anger on the scumbag.
“I like someone older than me, someone with a stable personality.” Wen Ze lowered his head, then added with some hesitation, “I don’t ask for any status or position; I just need them to be genuinely kind to me.”
The room fell silent. Surprised gazes were cast toward Zhou Zichen, then shifted to Ji Yun, with all sorts of speculations surging in their hearts.
Ji Yun remained serene, his expression shallowly smiling, though his slender hand gripped Wen Ze’s hand and patted it twice in a gesture of comfort. Zhou Zichen felt those two overlapping hands, and his face turned black to the point of extremity.
【Damn! Is this the legendary mutual selection!】 【The main couple is giving out candy, ahhhhh!】 【Yun-Ze is the best!】 【So sweet, boohoo. Damn Zhou Zichen, what are you looking at! Is someone else’s wife something you can look at?】
Watching the chat barrage surging up again, the director truly didn’t know what to do. They had figured out Wen Ze’s nature within a single day he was indeed a pure, kind child, albeit a bit timid. Even if there were traces of performance, it was absolutely sincere. But these words had indeed smeared another layer of filth on Zhou Zichen’s already black reputation, essentially identical in effect to what Zhou Zichen had implied about him in previous interviews.
“Director.”
Just as the director was struggling with the urge to have someone remind Wen Ze, a well-dressed, refined, and handsome man approached him from behind.
“Hm? Who are you?”
The director looked at this exceptionally distinguished-looking young man, completely unable to find a trace of him in his memory, and couldn’t help but feel a bit strange. If he weren’t part of the production team, he shouldn’t have been able to get in; if he were, the director should have remembered him.
The man adjusted his glasses in a refined manner. “Hello, Director. My name is Zong Du. I’m the person in charge of coordinating with Mr. Wen, and currently, I am acting as Mr. Wen’s assistant.”
“Oh, oh.” The director put on a look of sudden realization, though he actually hadn’t remembered anything. “Is something the matter?”
“I just wanted to offer you a suggestion.” Zong Du smiled in an infinitely refined way, though behind his back, he seemed to have a giant tail wagging and wagging. “In my view, you don’t need to have anyone remind Mr. Wen. After all, Best Actor Zhou’s reputation which is so pathetic it’s nearly non-existent is already beyond saving.”
The director frowned and sighed. “I know that as well as anyone! But having nothing but curses in the live stream isn’t a good look!”
Zong Du smiled. “Then why must you have only curses?”
The director became angry. “Is that something I can control?!”
“Why not?” Zong Du chuckled lightly. “Isn’t it enough as long as the audience doesn’t see the things that make them want to hurl insults?”
The director understood what he meant in an instant, though he remained hesitant. “Zhou Zichen is indeed a piece of trash, but he is a popular Best Actor after all, and his fan base cannot be underestimated…”
Zong Du said flatly, “Xinghe has already decided to abandon Zhou Zichen. The document to put him on ice has already been signed by Young Master Gu.”
This earth-shattering piece of news left the director feeling disoriented. A Best Actor whose reputation was currently shining they were just going to abandon him like that? Even if they kept him for “black-red” (notorious) traffic after all, being a scumbag was profitable, and the public’s memory was quite short!
“The Gu Group has a clean corporate culture, and Xinghe isn’t lacking in big names; they won’t let their reputation be ruined by a rat like Zhou Zichen.” Zong Du hit the nail on the head. “Regardless of whether the Best Actor has the ability to turn his reputation around in the future, Xinghe abandoning him is inevitable.”
“Besides, we all know: even if Mr. Wen is putting on a bit of an act, those facts were solidly committed by Best Actor Zhou. He is not being wronged at all.”
The director fell silent. The entertainment industry was indeed rotten; it wasn’t as if nobody knew about the nasty business Liu Ming and Zhou Zichen pulled. Honestly, as a normal person, he didn’t want to save that kind of scum either. But he couldn’t let a “rat ruin the pot of porridge.” What had his perfectly fine show done to deserve this?
Zong Du coaxed him: “Mr. Wen has a lot of potential. He’s good-looking, has a good personality, and is likable. Why don’t we tweak the script?”
“Mr. Ji clearly likes Mr. Wen, and Mr. Qu is also close to him; the Heavenly King Xie will love the house and its crow (favoring everyone associated with his favorite), and President Gu has had prior contact with Mr. Wen. Even Ji Hang, who fears nothing but chaos, doesn’t dislike Mr. Wen.”
“As long as any one of them pairs up with Mr. Wen, whether you want to follow a ‘redemption’ script or a ‘fighting for love’ script, it wouldn’t be a bad choice.”
The director’s eyes gradually lit up. Although this meant the show would necessarily center around Wen Ze, wasn’t that already the situation? He looked at Zong Du with admiration. “Truly, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves before them; the young people of today really shouldn’t be underestimated.”
“You flatter me.” Zong Du adjusted his glasses and replied modestly.
It took a while for the director to recover from his excitement, and when he looked at Zong Du, there was a touch of wariness in his gaze. Truly, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves before them. Although variety shows are improvised and the segments are pre-determined, it wasn’t as if the production team couldn’t meddle behind the scenes; everyone tacitly understood that. The director made changes to the basic script, and the cameras busied themselves accordingly.
Meanwhile, with the guests.
Zhou Zichen’s face was dark enough to drip ink, but Ji Hang burst into loud laughter. “Did you hear that, Best Actor Zhou? Next time you look for a partner, be a little kinder to them, otherwise, I’m afraid the outcome will be another breakup.”
“Ji Hang!” Zhou Zichen roared in fury.
Ji Hang wasn’t intimidated by him at all. He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with coldness and mockery. “Best Actor Zhou, why are you in such a hurry? Did I say something wrong? You spend every day in front of the camera hinting that your partner is a ‘yellow-faced woman,’ talking about how gentle you are, and how much you sacrificed for the relationship. And what’s the result? Anyone with eyes can see it!”
“Getting shy and angry now? Let me tell you: you can lie to yourself, but don’t try to lie to everyone else!”
What an explosive plot.
The director in the back room was stunned while re-watching this segment. Does Ji Hang have some sort of clairvoyant ability? Why is he following the script so perfectly?
The audience also withdrew from the “shipping” excitement, feeling surprised:
【I always feel like Little Ji knows something.】 【+1, even though he usually doesn’t have a great temper, he doesn’t typically possess the attribute of ‘hating evil like a foe.’】 【User above, don’t leave—where is Ji Hang’s temper bad? But he usually doesn’t act like this, at least not giving someone no face in public like this.】 【A smiling tiger with a belly full of darkness, go away! But I have to say, well done!】
Although the discussion drifted off-topic, it still didn’t stray far from the core point, eventually ending with a weak inquiry: 【But we watched him with our own eyes hasn’t he been playing video games the whole time? He even dragged the cameraman into the pit with him…】
Everyone fell silent.
Could it be that Ji Hang had just suddenly lost his mind, or was he on his period today and just wanted to find someone to pick a fight with? The audience convinced themselves of this. Compared to the idea that he had heard the news while playing video games right under their noses, they were more willing to believe this reason.
Zhou Zichen was angered into a color palette, his face cycling through various hues, but in the end, he could only sit down in anger. Whether comparing physical strength or the degree of “mad dog” behavior, he was nothing but a dish before Ji Hang. There were too many bloody lessons before his eyes; even if he was angry, he didn’t dare do a thing.
Shen Ruan hurriedly tried to maintain order. “Ji Hang, what are you doing? Brother Zhou is a very good person; I can testify for him!”
Ji Hang rolled his eyes. “Who are you? Do you have any relationship with him that makes you qualified to testify for him?”
Shen Ruan’s face turned pale, and he was speechless. Could he say they were in a relationship where they had slept together? Even if he could, he wouldn’t dare!