136: People need to go out more often so that they can be hit by pie in the sky
Inside the villa.
The Assistant Director was watching the live broadcast screen. On the screen, Yue Qingzhu sat quietly, her smooth long hair draped over her shoulders, like a finely carved ice sculpture, exuding a sense of coldness.
He turned his head and said to the director with emotion, "I still can't believe you actually invited her?"
"I didn't invite her. They contacted us proactively last month, saying they wanted to choose one from five variety shows. I didn't hold out much hope, but who knew she actually came."
The Assistant Director sighed silently.
Director Liu's luck is really good. How come all the popularity has fallen to him in the past six months?
Forget it, hurry up and get promoted. It would be best if Director Liu was promoted to the overall director of the show after a couple more episodes, then he might be able to become a group director.
In the courtyard outside the villa, He Xing smiled at the camera and said, "Next, we will invite four male guests to draw lots for rooms, two per bedroom. The female guests will live together in the rooms on the second floor. In the future, we will occasionally live stream or release recorded videos to show everyone the true side of celebrities!"
Of course, they won't secretly film; they will definitely inform the guests before filming begins.
After He Xing finished speaking, a staff member walked over, holding a box of drawing slips.
Xie Yunxuan took a deep breath, silently praying, "God bless, let him be in the same room as Liang Yan." Then he would have someone to play off of.
As for Chen Fang, he didn't want to live with Chen Fang because his physique didn't seem as good as Chen Fang's, and appearing in the same frame would damage his image as someone who loves exercise and has a good physique.
But if he really couldn't draw Liang Yan, Chen Fang would do. They could just chat about ghost blows out the light, and he could appear to know more about the book than Chen Fang, strengthening his scholar image and making fans of the book like him. Hehe.
As for Bai Wenbin, he has severe mysophobia and OCD. They would have to be self-sufficient for more than half a month, and living in the same room as Bai Wenbin would be nothing but trouble. No, no, no.
Just as he thought this, the staff member walked up to him. Xie Yunxuan drew a slip of paper, opened it, and saw: First Floor, East Side.
"I'm First Floor, West Side!" Liang Yan held it up high.
Xie Yunxuan's heart sank halfway. He quickly turned his head to look at Chen Fang's slip, only to see "First Floor, East Side" written on it as well.
"Phew—" Xie Yunxuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Chen, we're in the same room."
"Mm."
Chen Fang saw Xie Yunxuan appear relieved on the surface, but then heard a system prompt.
[Xie Yunxuan negative emotion value +166]
He was immediately puzzled. Has Little Xie's ability to keep sadness to himself and give happiness to others reached such a masterful level?
It wasn't a forced smile, but genuine relief?
Awesome, contribute more negative emotion points, and when I get rich, I'll take you to act!
He Xing looked at the four slips, explained the room assignments to the camera, and then delivered the closing remarks to the camera:
"Tomorrow, September 4th, we will begin a mysterious mission, expected to air in a recorded version the day after tomorrow. Please look forward to it! The day after tomorrow, the 6th, Saturday, we will officially begin our adventure. See you there!"
The seven guests also waved at the camera.
As soon as the live broadcast ended, everyone relaxed and greeted each other.
After a brief exchange, Bai Wenbin walked towards Chen Fang, extending his hand, "Teacher Chen, it's an honor to finally meet you. Please take care of me in the future."
"Teacher Bai, pleasure to meet you."
"Teacher Chen, let's not be so formal. You can just call me Xiao Bai."
"This..." Chen Fang was slightly stunned.
Just then, a light laugh came from beside them, and Zhao Jin interjected, "His cat is named Xiao Bai."
Bai Wenbin's mouth twitched.
Cat?! Oh God, although he knew... Chen Fang's team would definitely clean Chen Fang's clothes and items thoroughly, he still couldn't help but imagine cat hair floating out of Chen Fang's clothes, luggage, books, and computer at any moment.
Too terrifying!
Fortunately, he wasn't assigned to the same room as Chen Fang.
[Bai Wenbin negative emotion value +166]
Chen Fang was delighted. The feeling of getting something for nothing was truly good. As expected, one has to go out more to be hit by pies falling from the sky.
"Teacher Bai, let's just call each other that for now. We'll be living together for over half a month, eating, playing games, and drinking tea together every day. Maybe we'll have nicknames then, right?"
Bai Wenbin's breathing hitched, and he forced a smile, "Okay."
[Bai Wenbin negative emotion value +166]
Chen Fang's smile grew even brighter.
After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Chen Fang carried his suitcase back to the bedroom.
It wasn't that he wasn't a gentleman and didn't help the female guests with their luggage; it was just that the three of them seemed to be stronger than each other and had already carried their luggage upstairs themselves.
The room was over 50 square meters, with two beds and two desks. There was also a sofa and a TV.
The window faced a swing chair, and the low lamp emitted a warm yellow light, looking very cozy and inviting rest.
As Chen Fang was just looking around, Xie Yunxuan dragged his luggage in.
The two played rock-paper-scissors and decided that Xie Yunxuan would sleep on the bed by the window, and Chen Fang would sleep on the one by the door.
Then the two quickly packed their luggage. They had an hour and a half of rest time, during which they could pack, wash up, and decorate the villa. They were to gather in the living room at nine in the evening to draw lots for groups and receive tomorrow's task.
Xie Yunxuan opened his suitcase and quickly tidied his desk. He took out ghost blows out the light and placed it on top.
He stepped back two paces, imagining the camera's perspective as he surveyed the desk.
Too deliberate.
He flipped ghost blows out the light over, so its spine was angled towards the door.
Hmm, this way the cameraman would easily notice it, but it wouldn't seem too deliberate.
"Teacher Chen, you've also read ghost blows out the light, right?"
Chen Fang hummed in response, afraid he would laugh, and took his toiletries into the bathroom.
Xie Yunxuan originally thought Chen Fang would discuss it with him, but he didn't expect him to run away.
Xie Yunxuan shrugged.
Heh, chickened out.
It's fine if we don't talk now; it saves him from bringing up the topic again when the cameraman is around, which would seem too deliberate.
Half an hour passed.
Xie Yunxuan had already tidied up and was sitting by the window, feeling the cool evening breeze.
Outside, the sky had completely darkened, but warm yellow string lights glowed among the treetops in the courtyard, as if stars had been plucked and hung on the branches. The lights cast soft shadows on the stone path.
Not far away, a white swing chair stood quietly on the lawn, with late-blooming roses climbing on its back, emitting a sweet fragrance. So peaceful, so comfortable.
Xie Yunxuan stared at it for a while, suddenly feeling a little dazed.
He was an idol with strong professional ethics. He knew very well that the reason he could make money was by providing emotional service to fans, fulfilling their fantasies, and offering them emotional support.
So he worked hard, spending over a year since his debut moving between various production teams. Coming here was also for work. But perhaps he was too tired recently. With the evening breeze blowing like this, and looking at this romantic scene, a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
What does love feel like at this age?
What does it feel like to sit on a swing chair with a girl?
Alas, but he was an idol who sold fantasies.
He suddenly wished he would just become unpopular.
As soon as this thought popped into Xie Yunxuan's head, he quickly shook his head. No, no, he couldn't become unpopular.