Fish Pond Forum – Entertainment Starry Sky
Topic: [Gossip, a certain Best Actor and a certain newly emerged top traffic idol got into a car accident and went to the hospital]
OP: Just a hint, it’s the two guys whose fans were arguing endlessly in your district earlier.
OP has some connections in the crew. Today was supposed to be the wrap-up banquet. F took C’s car to go together, but they got into a car accident midway. Not sure how serious it is.
1L: Instantly decoded. Is this true? If these two got into a car accident, it would be trending immediately, right?
2L: Not saying OP is making up a story, but you said F took C’s car… I find that really hard to believe…
3L: Could the person OP mentioned be Fu Hanzhang and Chi Xiang?
4L: You’ve got a death wish using their full names!
5L: Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors. Doesn’t Brother Fu have a car? Why would he share a ride with a sugar-baby/kept man? You can’t even make up a decent story. Reported.
6L: Clarified countless times, our Xiangxiang is innocent and honest, playing small roles from the ground up, accumulating popularity bit by bit. There has never been any sugar-daddy backing or taking the back door!!
7L: Here they come, the little Xiang-bag is a step behind. This round, I declare little seal victorious.
8L: Fight, fight! I want to see blood flowing like a river.jpg
9L: Wait, does anyone care whether the car accident is real or fake?
261L: Stop, pause the argument. What OP said is actually true, it’s trending now. Not sure if they’re okay.
264L: Who cares if the one surnamed Chi dies or not? Better if he dies, take my Brother Fu away.
273L: Can some people show a little bit of virtue? This is a matter of life and death.
299L: Stinky ass-seller, if my brother has the slightest thing go wrong, you’re dead meat!!!
Six hours ago.
The setting sun hung between the layers of clouds, its brilliant golden light making the sea sparkle. On the beach, two people, one standing and one lying down, were draped in the glow of the sunset, looking as though they had been coated in a layer of gold.
“Han Zhang… why?”
The young man lying on the ground had a knife plunged into his abdomen. Scarlet blood oozed out continuously, staining even the sand crimson. Due to excessive loss of blood, his complexion was as pale as paper, yet it couldn’t hide the stunning nature of his facial features. When he frowned slightly and looked over, his gaze was so fragile it was almost heart-wrenching.
The man standing beside him just looked on with indifference.
Blood welled from the corners of the young man’s lips, his eyes gradually dimming. He took one last bewildered look at the man before finally closing his eyes.
The horizon slowly swallowed the setting sun, and the sea breeze blew the hem of the man’s overcoat. After a long while, he raised his head, the corners of his lips twitching upward, impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
“…It’s going to rain.”
“Cut! That take is passed.”
“Congratulations on wrapping up!”
The chaotic sound of human voices rushed into his ears like a tide. Chi Xiang blankly opened his eyes to find a pair of long legs wrapped in black military boots right in front of him.
The man who had just looked at him with cold eyes was already out of character, reaching out a gentlemanly hand to help him up.
Chi Xiang froze for two seconds, only returning to reality when he heard the director jokingly say, “Is little Chi planning to take a nap?”
He grasped Fu Hanzhang’s hand, used the leverage to stand up, and smoothly put on a well-behaved smile. “Thank you, Teacher Fu. Thanks for your guidance during this time, happy wrap!”
“Mm, happy wrap.” Fu Hanzhang gave a slight nod and turned to leave.
Chi Xiang smiled as he watched him leave, then exchanged some pleasantries with the director and other staff members to celebrate the conclusion of this phase of work.
His assistant, Xiaoyuan, handed him a bouquet of fresh flowers. “You’ve worked hard, Little Chi-ge. The wrap banquet starts at 8:00 PM at Xiyue Hotel. The car is already ready. It’ll take about half an hour to get there, so you can rest in the car first.”
After taking a few wrap photos in coordination with the crew’s promotional efforts, Chi Xiang removed his makeup and let out a heavy sigh.
Things in the Pool was the first movie he participated in. Although he was only playing a small supporting role, the pressure was still immense.
After all, most of his rival scenes were filmed with the Grand Slam Best Actor, Fu Hanzhang.
And he, Chi Xiang, was from a non-professional background, a vase relying purely on his face in the eyes of the public. Catching Fu Hanzhang’s acting momentum was too difficult.
Having been in the cast for over a month, Chi Xiang had lost nearly ten pounds due to anxiety. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, perfectly matching the character’s identity, the son of a mafia boss who had been spoiled since childhood, acting willfully and recklessly, bringing wolves into the house, causing his father’s death, and subsequently becoming displaced. Of course he had to look thin.
The director even praised him for his professionalism.
Leaving the dressing room, Chi Xiang got into the nanny van and edited a wrap-up message to send to his manager, Sister An, for review.
Because he had previously accidentally used his main account to like a black-hat photo of Fu Hanzhang, he was dragged through several trending searches. Ever since then, he lost the privilege of surfing the internet with his main account, all his account passwords were in Sister An’s hands.
Sister An: [Okay]
Sister An: [I can’t make it to the wrap banquet in time. Remember to interact more with Fu Hanzhang. It would be even better if you could take a few photos together. Not even talking about hyping a CP, at least wash away your identity as a hater of Best Actor Fu.]
Chi Xiang shifted his gaze, pretending not to see it.
Sister An: [Reply when received]
Chi Xiang curled his lip and replied: [Got it. The last time really was an accident.]
Sister An: [Whether you were careless or genuinely dislike Fu Hanzhang, keep it hidden. His fans are no pushovers. You became famous too fast without good works to back you up, so your foundation isn’t solid. You need to watch your step.]
Chi Xiang: [Mm-mm, thanks for the reminder, Sister An. I’ll keep it in mind.]
Exiting WeChat, Chi Xiang didn’t blink as he logged into his Weibo burner account and posted a status.
[Hating Fu Hanzhang Today: Hating it TT]
Not long after the post went live, it received several replies.
More than a year ago, Chi Xiang’s burner account was named “Loving Fu Hanzhang Today,” occasionally posting video mixes of Fu Hanzhang. After Fu Hanzhang was exposed for attending an anti-homosexual rally, the account stopped updating for a while before changing its name. It stopped posting edits and would rhythmically post a “hating” status every few days.
Glancing casually at the comment section, some were laughing and saying “What is it now, my young master?”, while others were cursing him and telling him to get lost.
Closing his phone, Chi Xiang looked out the car window.
From some point onward, it had started raining outside.
Through the fine strands of rain, Chi Xiang saw a tall, straight figure quietly standing under the eaves not far away.
Through the dark car window, knowing that the person outside couldn’t possibly notice his gaze, Chi Xiang rested his chin in his hand and unceremoniously scanned that figure.
Fu Hanzhang was still wearing that black trench coat, standing in the wind. The hem fluttered back and forth. With his high nose bridge, deep eyes, and an extremely strong aura, at a glance it was hard to even notice that he had an assistant standing right beside him.
“Fu-ge, Lao Zhang says the car broke down,” assistant Xiao Fang put down his phone. “Should I call another car?”
Fu Hanzhang looked at the misty sky, his gaze slowly shifting toward the flashy nanny van parked not far away.
Years of acting career made him exceptionally sensitive to gazes.
“Aren’t there ready-made free rides?” Fu Hanzhang said.
Xiao Fang followed Fu Hanzhang’s gaze, instantly recognizing whose flashy nanny van it was, and couldn’t help advising, “Fu-ge, this isn’t very good. Chi Xiang’s reputation… if people took pictures…”
Fu Hanzhang cast a casual glance at Xiao Fang. “Watch less groundless gossip.”
“But…”
Chi Xiang had been photographed walking out of Yutang Media CEO Wen Gaoge’s house early in the morning, a nailed-down kept resource-baby. Getting mixed up with him would never lead to anything good.
Fu Hanzhang didn’t speak, just quietly looked at him.
Stared down by those ink-black eyes, Xiao Fang sheepishly shut his mouth, holding his breath and not daring to speak again.
Though nominally he could still call Fu Hanzhang his cousin, he had been somewhat in awe of Fu Hanzhang since they were kids.
Watching Fu Hanzhang brave the rain and walk slowly toward that car, Xiao Fang scratched his head and miserably followed behind.
“Knock, knock.”
When he saw Fu Hanzhang walking toward his side, Chi Xiang hadn’t thought much of it, assuming Fu Hanzhang’s car had parked next to his.
However, watching the man get closer and closer, Chi Xiang slowly sat up straight, a question mark popping up on his forehead.
…Why does this feel like it’s directed at him?
It wasn’t until the car window was lightly tapped by Fu Hanzhang’s index finger joint that Chi Xiang finally confirmed it.
Crap, Fu Hanzhang really was coming for him.
Could it be that he noticed him peeking…?
Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Chi Xiang rolled down the car window, tilting his head toward Fu Hanzhang with a well-behaved yet somewhat puzzled look.
“Teacher Fu, is something wrong?”
The rain suddenly intensified in a matter of seconds, making even the sound of raindrops hitting the ground louder. Seeing that Fu Hanzhang was about to be drenched like a drowned rat, even though Chi Xiang really wanted to watch that scene, he still had to open the car door first. He put on an anxious tone and said, “It’s raining harder, Teacher Fu, get in the car and hide from it.”
Fu Hanzhang didn’t stand on ceremony and got in. Xiao Fang also pulled open the front passenger door and sat down, smiling awkwardly at Xiaoyuan.
The nanny van had a large interior space, with only two people sitting in the back row, but Chi Xiang felt that ever since Fu Hanzhang got in, the space inside the car had become cramped, and even the oxygen seemed to grow scarce.
It was a bit hard to breathe.
“The car broke down, wanted to hitch a ride, is that okay?” Fu Hanzhang spoke.
His tone was very level, as usual.
Chi Xiang bit the tip of his tongue and smiled. “Of course it’s fine! Being able to carry Teacher Fu is my honor, it feels like my little junk car just got high-class.”
As if.
Fu Hanzhang’s gaze lingered on Chi Xiang’s face for a brief second, his lowered eyelids concealing the amusement in his eyes. “Then thank you very much.”
Xiao Fang turned back and asked, “Xiao Chi-ge, should we rest a bit more or leave right away? The rain is a bit heavy now…”
Before Xiaoyuan could finish, Chi Xiang quickly said, “Let’s leave right now.”
After saying it, realizing that his words seemed to imply he didn’t want to stay in the same space as Fu Hanzhang, Chi Xiang patched it up: “What if we run into a traffic jam? Better to start early.”
He looked at Fu Hanzhang, blinking his innocent eyes, and said, “Teacher Fu, don’t you think so?”
Fu Hanzhang crossed his legs, leaning back relaxed against the seat, and let out an “mm” at the words.
Chi Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and told Xiaoyuan to drive off.
The nanny van slowly drove away from the parking space.
There was silence in the car for a moment. Chi Xiang secretly took a breath and started his rainbow-fart flattery attack: “Teacher Fu, actually I always thought you were the high-and-mighty type. I didn’t expect that after spending time together, you’re actually super easygoing, and you even coached me in acting. Every time, I felt I benefited immensely. I really want to thank Teacher Fu specially.”
“Mm,” Fu Hanzhang said. “After all, you kept NG-ing, and in the end, it was my time that got wasted.”
Chi Xiang: “…”
Fu Hanzhang: “You improved pretty quickly.”
Chi Xiang: “…Ah haha, is that so? Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Fu.”
What the hell? Slapping you with a palm and then handing you a date!
Terrible!
Wracking his brains to find a few topics to discuss, Fu Hanzhang seemed to have lost the mood to talk. Chi Xiang would say a hundred words, and he would reply with just one. After a few rounds like this, Chi Xiang was exhausted. Whether Fu Hanzhang didn’t want to bother with him or was simply tired, he couldn’t fire himself up anymore.
Thinking of his manager Sister An’s urging, Chi Xiang secretly cheered himself up: once he got the photo, he would pretend to fall asleep. He wasn’t going to stick his warm face against someone else’s cold butt anymore.
Just in time, they hit a red light, and the nanny van stopped steadily. Remembering that this red light lasted quite a while, Chi Xiang unbuckled his seatbelt and took action.
“Teacher Fu,” Chi Xiang pulled out his phone, leaning closer. “Actually, I’m your fan, super like you, and have watched a lot of your movies, so…”
“Hmm?” Fu Hanzhang turned his head, his gaze so calm it was almost cold.
“Can I take a photo with you?”
Heh, actually, not taking one didn’t matter either.
Looking at Chi Xiang’s sparkling eyes, Fu Hanzhang thought emotionlessly: He acts better here than on set.
“Sure,” he said.
“Ah, that’s great…” Chi Xiang half-squatted down next to Fu Hanzhang, holding his phone high.
He wanted to open the camera directly, but whether out of nervousness or something else, his hand slipped and he accidentally unlocked his phone using his fingerprint.
Thus, the page right before the lock screen popped up.
[Hating Fu Hanzhang Today: Hating it TT]
Fu Hanzhang raised his eyes, pausing.
Chi Xiang’s heart tightened abruptly. Panicking, he withdrew his phone to exit out of it, but with another slip of his hand, the phone went bang and dropped onto the floor mat.
During those few seconds of picking up the phone, Chi Xiang smoothly transitioned from “God damn it, he couldn’t have seen it clearly”, to “Ahhh, his eyesight is famously good how could he not see it”, to “It’s over, I’m going to be blacklisted”, to “Sister An, I’m sorry for you”, and finally landed on “My life is completely over”, “At worst I’ll retire from the industry”, and “Heh heh heh, Fu Hanzhang, I hate you”.
Fu Hanzhang sat with crossed legs, watching the little black-fan squatting down like a growing mushroom, the corners of his lips curling into a long-absent trace of a curve.
After admiring him for a moment, Fu Hanzhang spoke: “Not taking pictures anymore?”
The mushroom gave a start, turning its head tentatively. “Still taking them?”
“Why not?” Fu Hanzhang lowered his eyes meaningfully to look at him. “Aren’t you my fan?”
Anti-fans are fans too.
“…” I got mocked!
Squatting and acting like a mushroom for a few more seconds, Chi Xiang slowly grabbed his phone, deleted that Weibo post, and only then opened the camera.
Awkwardly leaning close to Fu Hanzhang, Chi Xiang instantly switched to his business-operation mode, curving his eyes. “Eggplant!”
Chi Xiang’s face-changing performance was indeed amusing, and Fu Hanzhang also curved the corners of his lips. “Eggplant.”
Taking several consecutive photos without even looking at them, Chi Xiang retracted his phone and shrank back into his seat to continue being a mushroom.
“Fasten your seatbelt.”
Chi Xiang reacted for two seconds, feeling the car start moving, and quickly buckled up his seatbelt.
Turning his head, just as he wanted to play cute and say a thank-you reminder for being so thoughtful, he heard Xiao Fang in the front passenger seat suddenly let out a shriek: “Car, car, car!!!”
Chi Xiang was stunned. Before he could react, the harsh screech of tires grinding against the pavement reached his ears, and the next second, the world was spinning.