58: Chapter 58 Resident Evil, the egg drop guaranteed a minimum payout.

Soon, Zhou Yichen grabbed another egg again, casually cracked a seam on it, and aimed it at the pot, using both hands to forcefully snap it open.

Then a lump of black unidentified liquid immediately fell completely into the pot, and the originally golden broth instantly turned grayish-black.

At the same time, an extremely intense stench, as if it had been brewing for many years, instantly gushed out.

"Ugh..."

Zhou Yichen abruptly turned his head away, his stomach churning violently.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

[Holy shit, a rotten egg! It's a rotten egg! Hit pity!]

[Hahahaha, who can save my morals? Every time he retches, I laugh.]

[I can smell it right through the screen.]

[How dare you crack an egg directly into the pot?]

[Exactly, you can tell at a glance he's never suffered this loss before. Even a veteran chef of thirty years would only dare use a basin to catch it first.]

[I can't even, I feel like his whole world is collapsing.]

[I'm dying of laughter. He finally managed to get a meal, only for one of the eggs to be rotten.]

[I suddenly feel a bit pity for Zhou Yichen. How tragic.]

This rotten egg smell rapidly spread through the living room, and almost everyone present changed their expressions the instant they smelled it.

"Holy shit, Zhou Yichen, what on earth are you cooking?!"

Lin Mo almost threw up, and quickly followed the others' footsteps to run outside the apartment, afraid of being a step too slow.

"Turn off the fire! Turn off the fire, holy shit!"

Director Zhou shouted loudly while covering his nose.

Lu Li was the first to react, and without caring about anything else, he rushed up and abruptly cut off the gas for the stove.

However, even though the fire was turned off, that stench still filled the entire living room and definitely wouldn't dissipate anytime soon.

"I can't take it anymore."

Lu Li walked out of the kitchen cursing, truly admiring Zhou Yichen for managing to whip up a biological weapon just by entering the kitchen.

Putting him together with Xu Hao makes them look just like brothers.

After Lu Li walked out of the Heartbeat Apartment, he found that most people had run outside to get some fresh air.

So in the end, he was the one who inhaled the most?

Lu Li's face darkened, and he randomly found a place to sit down.

But before long, a figure suddenly walked up in front of him.

"For you."

Shen Qingxue handed over a bottle of lemonade.

Lu Li raised his head and happened to lock eyes with her, couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

Giving water?

Lu Li didn't think too much, took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The lemonade was iced, chilling all the way from his throat down to his stomach, finally suppressing that nauseous feeling somewhat.

"Thanks."

Lu Li removed the bottle from his mouth and waved it at Shen Qingxue.

Shen Qingxue didn't reply, and sat down on the steps beside him, at a distance neither too far nor too close, leaving just a one-person gap.

The sea breeze blew over, carrying a salty and damp aura, as if blowing away much of that rotten egg smell.

Lu Li took another sip of water, casting a sidelong glance at Shen Qingxue beside him.

She was gazing at the distant sea surface, the afterglow of the sunset falling on her profile, casting a layer of warm light over her cold and aloof outline.

Her eyelashes are quite long.

Lu Li withdrew his gaze, put his attention back on the lemonade in his hand, and casually struck up a conversation.

"Hey, I see you seem to hate Zhou Yichen too. Could it be that you've also seen his two-faced nature of acting one way in front of people and another behind their backs?"

"Instinctive aversion."

Shen Qingxue replied indifferently.

Lu Li was slightly stunned, and then reacted.

That's true, with Zhou Yichen acting like a simp, Shen Qingxue must have been harassed plenty of times.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

On the distant sea, more than half of the sunset had already sunk, leaving only a hint of orange-red afterglow hanging on the horizon.

The sound of waves came over in waves, making one inexplicably feel at ease.

"Today's recording ends here!"

Director Zhou's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lu Li looked back and saw that Director Zhou had already come out from inside the apartment, with a clearly helpless expression on his face.

"It's getting late, everyone can move around freely!"

As soon as these words were said, the netizens in the livestream instantly burst into laughter.

[I'm dying of laughter, Zhou Yichen single-handedly shut down the livestream.]

[Program Team: I'm tired, just destroy it already.]

[When the director said those words, his expression looked like he had eaten a fly.]

[Of course, a proper romance reality show was recorded into Resident Evil, I feel like I can smell that stench right through the screen.]

[Zhou Yichen: I didn't want to either, who knew that egg was rotten?]

[I just feel so bad for Su Qing, she finally got to eat a meal, only to end up losing even the pot.]

The danmaku flew by rapidly, but the livestream footage had already started cutting shots and playing the ending animation.

[Don't end it yet, it ended too fast, I haven't watched enough.]

[Brothers, see you tomorrow.]

[See you tomorrow.]

Soon, the livestream ended.

The moment the recording ended, everyone in the living room subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, their bodies that had been tense all day finally able to relax.

Not long after, the crowd returned upstairs in twos and threes to prepare for rest, enjoying personal alone time.

After all, after being fumigated by that rotten egg, basically few people had any appetite left, let alone eating any damn food.

When Lu Li returned to his room, Shen Qingxue had already entered her own room, the door was closed, and there was no sound inside.

He didn't think much either, pushed open his room's door, walked in, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed straight onto the bed.

The mattress was moderate in firmness, and the pillow's height was just right. Lu Li sank into it, feeling so comfortable he almost groaned out loud.

He rolled over, fished out his phone, and opened Weibo.

Right now, the trending search list still had several entries related to him, among which the most popular were the two songs little dimples and actor.

On the contrary, the trending search regarding his "infidelity" had dropped significantly in heat. Although people were still paying attention, it wouldn't last much longer.

Judging from this, Director Zhou had already started fulfilling their agreement.

Before long, Lu Li clicked open his own homepage, but the moment he saw the follower count, he couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

One million and three thousand.

Lu Li blinked and took another look.

That's right, 1.03 million.

"Damn..."

Lu Li was slightly shocked.

Before transmigrating, he ran around doing commercial performances and holding concerts everywhere, suffering through God knows how many years, and in the end, his followers never even broke one million.

Now look at this, singing two songs and getting over a million followers in two days—is this the true weight of a hit song?

Lu Li leaned against the head of the bed, feeling somewhat emotional, and then flipped down to check the comment section.

[little dimples is too sweet, actor is too painful, what on earth has Lu Li been through??]

[The news of infidelity came out so suddenly, I seriously suspect this is a rumor.]

[Seeking the audio source! Seeking the audio source! Seeking the audio source! Important things said three times!]

[After listening to actor, I fell silent... The lyrics are written so piercingly.]

[Regardless of whether the infidelity matter is true or false, this song is really good. I've turned from a hater to a passerby.]

[Everyone don't get fooled by a song! No matter how a cheating man tries to wash himself clean, he's still a cheating man.]

The comment section was in a mess of arguments, some scolding him, some praising him, and some watching from the sidelines, but the overall trend was much better than at the beginning.

Lu Li put down his phone and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

To say he wasn't excited about one million followers would be fake, but it was just so-so. After all, in a sense, he was someone who had died once already.

He saw through it all.

Moreover, with the songs in his head, taking out any single one of them was a trump card; his followers would only increase in the future.

Thinking of this, Lu Li suddenly felt a bit of sorrow for the original inhabitants of this world.

Having listened to bubblegum pop for so many years, suddenly a dimensional reduction strike pops up. This psychological gap is probably more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.