201: So who do you want her to be?

Half an hour later.

Around a martial arts arena, the production team was preparing to start filming, broadcasting the afternoon’s group competition live.

Under a willow tree, Yue Qingzhu, dressed in a light blue ancient-style gauze dress, held a fruit tea and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Fang, glancing at him before looking at the arena directly in front.

She tiptoed slightly and said in a relaxed tone, “A really beautiful girl came looking for you this afternoon.”

Chen Fang nodded, “You saw her? She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She’s a dance student, just started freshman year.”

Yue Qingzhu’s hand, holding the fruit tea, tightened slightly. She gently lowered her head, pouted, and asked, “She’s indeed beautiful. Who is she? Just curious, haha.”

Chen Fang was silent for a moment.

“Hmm? Curious, curious, tell me,” Yue Qingzhu tilted her head, looking at him.

Chen Fang turned his head and asked, “Who do you hope she is?”

Yue Qingzhu’s body stiffened, and her eyes blinked rapidly.

Who do I hope she is?

What does that mean?

How should I reply?

She straightened her body, looked straight ahead, her heart pounding, and threw the question back, “Why do you think I have a preference for her identity?”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Just curious,” Yue Qingzhu lightly bit her lower lip, turned sideways, and tugged at his sleeve, “Tell me, she’s so good-looking, who is she, who is she?”

Chen Fang chuckled, “My cousin.”

“Oh,” Yue Qingzhu turned back to face forward, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, a staff member’s voice came from behind, “Teacher Yue.”

Yue Qingzhu tilted her head slightly, blinking her big eyes at him, pointed behind her, “Then I’ll go over there.”

“Go,” Chen Fang turned to her and waved his hand.

“Okay, I’m leaving.”

Yue Qingzhu’s steps were light and fast. After a few steps, she slowed down slightly, her head tilted a little, her ears faintly red, but she didn’t look back.

Chen Fang turned back, continuing to look towards the arena.

Under a tree not far to his right.

Song Yu watched Yue Qingzhu’s light-footed retreating figure, her hair disheveled in the wind.

He walked up to Chen Fang, his mouth slightly agape, “Brother, what did you just say? ‘Who do you hope she is?’ Does that kind of talk align with our organization’s spirit? Didn’t we agree to be bronze and silver? Are you really going to betray the organization?”

Chen Fang turned his head, “I’m just as insensitive as you, not as brain-to-rectum as you are.”

“Brain-to-rectum?”

Chen Fang patted his shoulder, “It means, in terms of relationships, the monster that devours emotions would open your brain, be disappointed, and leave, but a passing dung beetle would have its eyes light up!”

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, really wanting to retort.

But thinking of his 0-3 record over the past three months, he was momentarily unable to speak.

“Then, brother, I want to ask, your statement just now was a bit too advanced. How else can someone respond when asked that question? ‘Who was that girl you had lunch with, I’m just curious,’ are there other strategies?”

“Yes.”

“Like?”

“She’s a catalyst.”

“Huh?” Song Yu’s mouth was slightly open.

“Or, are you curious about her identity, or about your identity?”

Song Yu blinked, “Aren’t these too advanced? I can’t react that fast.”

“Don’t think so much, they won’t ask you anyway.”

Song Yu’s negative emotional value + 555.

“Practice slowly, young man,” Chen Fang patted his shoulder, turning and walking away like a great hero.

…

Ten minutes later, beside the rest area.

“Chen Fang, Chen Fang,” Yue Qingzhu waved Chen Fang over to the side, “Little Xie and I are singing Peking Opera. Do you want to come?”

“What are you singing?”

“‘Red Maid Delivers the Letter,’ which is an act from ‘The Romance of the Western Chamber,’ about Red Maid helping Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng exchange letters,” Yue Qingzhu gestured with both hands, “We haven’t decided on the roles yet. If he plays Zhang Sheng, then I’ll play Red Maid. Other roles will be played by Peking Opera teachers.”

Chen Fang nodded, “What if I play Zhang Sheng?”

“Then…” Yue Qingzhu blinked.

“Are you explaining to me?”

“Ah?” Yue Qingzhu’s mouth was slightly agape, her cheeks faintly red.

“I mean, are you trying to explain what other roles there are?”

“Ah? Yes, I am.”

“He plays Zhang Sheng, you play Red Maid, Cui Yingying will be played by a Peking Opera teacher, and I’ll play the erhu.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Yue Qingzhu quickly walked towards the rest area. After two steps, she turned back and handed him a bag of dried mangoes, “Here, these are for you. I’m out of here.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Yue Qingzhu took a deep breath, her steps hurried, completely daring not to look back.

Oh my goodness, was that a coincidence, or is he a master?

…

Thursday afternoon at 1:30 PM, the production team started live broadcasting again.

At the same time, the production team also released the behind-the-scenes footage of the guests’ training from last night.

Chen Fang’s publicity team also cooperated, using their financial power to spread the video online.

Unlike usual, the goal this time was to build Chen Fang’s positive image as a “martial arts enthusiast” and “martial arts promoter,” to help him gain points in the Spring Festival Gala competition.

Therefore, in addition to spreading the content, the team also guided public opinion and controlled comments, trying to shift the focus of the topic to cultural heritage, rather than having every comment be “my heart aches for gege.”

Of course, other guests’ teams were also promoting.

Thus, by 3:15 PM.

Among the top thirty entertainment trending searches, “the adventures” related terms accounted for 8.

In addition to “Entertainment Hot Search No. 2: the adventures will bring traditional cultural performances on Saturday,” Chen Fang also had two individual entries.

“Entertainment Hot Search No. 5: Chen Fang Secluded for Intense Shaolin Spear Training.”

“Entertainment Hot Search No. 22: Chen Fang as a Young Generation Learning Shaolin Spear.”

Inside a nanny van on the amusement park road.

Chen Fang had just finished filming the team competition game and was leading his team to the theater. He was going to rehearse Peking Opera with Yue Qingzhu and Xie Yunxuan first, and then practice martial arts after dinner when the sun set.

The publicity assistant, sitting in the third row of the nanny van, put on headphones, opened Douyin, clicked on the entertainment hot search list, and curiously clicked into “Entertainment Hot Search No. 5: Chen Fang Secluded for Intense Shaolin Spear Training.”

What immediately appeared was the video released by the production team, which already had over 200,000 likes.

He clicked on the comment section.

“Oh my goodness, training until 11 PM? Is that real or fake?”

“So diligent for a beginner, very good, very good.”

“Saturday? If he gets weaker during the live broadcast, I’m going to rant, okay?”

“His muscles are really good, ‘legend of fong sai-yuk’ hurry up and air! But I don’t know if his acting is good. I think he can film more action scenes; if his acting isn’t good, just film expressionless action scenes.”

“I think he’s really good at playing villains; he can play high-combat villains.”

“So handsome! What should we say to bad temptations!”

“Lust is a knife to the head, endure as many cuts as you can!”

“Don’t tempt me anymore.”

“Ah! So handsome, I’m going to rally people for you right now!”

“Watching this, what’s the difference from me going out and running ten laps? Both make your face red and heart pound.”

The publicity assistant raised a hand to cover his mouth, trying to suppress the smile on his lips.

It seems that comment control can’t control this group of hooligans.

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PS: Your Majesty, starting tomorrow, presentations will be at 7 AM. ღ(´･ᴗ･`)