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But Song Zhi still couldn’t understand why someone with He Hanyang’s personality would accept a reality show like this.
Xia Wanyue answered her questions from all angles: “The esports world and the entertainment industry are inherently linked. It’s not uncommon for esports players to dabble in entertainment, appearing in commercials or making guest appearances. What’s more, He Hanyang’s popularity is already on par with first-tier celebrities, so it makes perfect sense for him to take on this reality show.”
That made a lot of sense.
The reality show was thus decided.
Back home, Song Luo had already prepared dinner.
After the fire at the Song family home, their uncle temporarily took over their father’s company. Now that Song Luo was out of prison, his uncle intended to hand the company back to Song Luo.
However, Song Luo had never been interested in business, and having spent a few years in prison, he needed to re-learn some things.
So, taking over the company was temporarily put aside.
Song Zhi stared at the large table full of dishes for a long time, stunned: “You can cook?”
When Song Zhi was in junior high, her parents went to the countryside to see their grandmother, leaving only Song Zhi and Song Luo at home.
As the elder brother, Song Luo naturally took on the task of looking after his sister’s food and daily life.
The first time he cooked, he almost burned down the kitchen.
After that, they survived by ordering takeout until their parents returned from their grandmother’s house.
With that past experience, Song Zhi remained skeptical about the taste of the dishes on the table: “You made these?”
Song Luo washed his hands and came out, asking in return, “Otherwise?”
Resigned to the possibility of getting sick after eating, she picked up a piece of crispy pork.
Surprisingly, it was quite delicious.
Song Zhi was doubly confused: “Is it really you who made it? Not Qin He Gege?”
Song Luo frowned, seemingly very displeased with Song Zhi’s words: “His cooking might not even be as good as mine.”
“You couldn’t even turn on the stove before.”
Song Luo forcibly placed several chopsticks full of green vegetables on Song Zhi’s plate: “I spent some time in the prison kitchen.”
He said it nonchalantly, as if it were just a past experience.
But Song Zhi stopped eating.
She often wondered if Song Luo, with his pampered young master’s temper, would be bullied in prison, if he could get used to the food, the living conditions.
His sorrow must have been greater than hers.
At least she had her grandmother by her side, but he had nothing, and was trapped in that huge cage.
Thinking of this, Song Zhi’s eyes reddened.
Song Luo, who was patiently coaxing her to eat more green vegetables, was flustered by her tears. He quickly got up to get her tissues: “My dear lady, why are you crying again? Did someone bully you?”
He frowned deeply: “Don’t tell me it’s that idiot Jiang Yanzhou again? Damn it.”
He said, grabbing his keys and about to leave.
Song Zhi, still crying, stopped him: “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to beat that kid up.”
Song Zhi’s voice was still a bit choked: “You can’t beat him anyway.”
She heard from Qin He that Song Luo had beaten Jiang Yanzhou up after he was released from prison.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanzhou didn’t fight back, otherwise, Song Luo would probably have been the one with injuries.
Song Luo’s brows furrowed even deeper when he heard her words, displeased: “Why can’t I beat him?”
Song Zhi whispered: “You two have fought before, haven’t you?”
Neither of them had a good temper, especially in their rebellious youth.
One would explode at the slightest provocation, the other was arrogant and rude.
Song Luo dragged a chair and sat next to Song Zhi: “What, now you look down on your brother?”
Song Zhi put the chopsticks back in his hand: “In my heart, you’re always the most handsome, but this has nothing to do with Jiang Yanzhou.”
Even if she disliked him, she couldn’t always let him be the innocent scapegoat.
She praised Song Luo for half an hour before he was slightly more satisfied.
Song Zhi suddenly remembered the reality show recording the day after tomorrow. She told Song Luo: “I’m recording a reality show the day after tomorrow, and the production team will probably come to the house. Please watch your words then.”
The man who was clearing the dishes stopped. “Reality show?”
Song Zhi nodded, elaborating slightly: “A dating reality show.”
The straight-laced Song Luo clearly didn’t understand why dating could be filmed for a reality show: “Dating reality show?”
Song Zhi briefly explained it to him, and repeatedly assured him that the person wasn’t Jiang Yanzhou.
Song Luo pondered for a moment, remaining silent.
Song Zhi was busy putting away the valuable but unnecessary items in the house. Song Luo finished washing the dishes, deep in thought, then silently walked over to Song Zhi.
Song Zhi had noticed his unusual behavior since earlier.
“What do you want to say?”
Song Luo hesitated: “If you’re short on money, you can tell me, I’ll figure something out.”
“?”
“There’s no need to take on this stupid reality show and make things difficult for yourself.”
Speechless.
So his deep thoughts were because he thought she agreed to this dating reality show because she was short on money?
It seemed his explanation just now was pointless.
Song Zhi said: “Don’t worry, no one can force me to do something I don’t want to do.”
His sister, spoiled rotten by the family since childhood, was not an easy person to get along with.
She was self-willed and arrogant.
No one could truly force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
Song Luo nodded: “No matter who bullies you, tell me, and I’ll stand up for you.”
Song Zhi’s eyes welled up, and she moved to hug him, touched: “Wuwuwuwuwu Song Luo.”
The latter looked disgusted: “Who are you hugging, your mom? Gross, damn it, let go!”
Song Zhi asked him expressionlessly: “Can you please kill yourself to stand up for me now?”
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On the day of the show’s recording, Song Zhi went to the hotel suite prepared by the production team early in the morning.
The door was ajar, and several cameras were set up outside.
She smiled gently at the camera, and with a slightly bewildered look, pointed to the door beside her: “Is this it?”
She appeared like a simple, pure white flower, untouched by the world.
The cameraman uncle was charmed by her smiling assault and quickly nodded.
After getting an affirmative answer, Song Zhi said thank you and carefully pushed the door open.
Some people were already inside; they were other celebrity guests.
Their status and popularity far exceeded Song Zhi’s.
This show had already had several highly popular seasons, so only big names were naturally invited.
Song Zhi’s participation was, in the end, thanks to He Hanyang.
Song Zhi didn’t recognize any of the celebrities inside. After exchanging polite greetings, she sat on a nearby sofa.
It had to be said that everyone was a qualified actor. Even before the show officially began, they were already “on.”
Watching them display their affection with such sweetness, Song Zhi for a moment doubted Xia Wanyue’s words.
Was this really a fictional couple? Not a public romance?
The production team gave them some time to get to know each other, and then someone came in and handed them a mission card, by group.
Song Zhi opened the envelope and took out the mission card. It only had two words on it—Date.
The others seemed to have different tasks, some had classes, others had stalls.
The director said: “These are the tasks you need to complete today.”
Song Zhi strictly adhered to her down-to-earth persona, pretending to be silly and asking: “So my mission is to date?”
The director was defeated by her innocence, and suppressing his wildly beating heart, nodded: “Yes.”
Someone knocked on the door outside, and then the door opened.
He Hanyang was still wearing his team uniform, his skin unnaturally pale, clearly having not seen the sun for a long time.
He casually ran his hand through his bangs, his voice tired and hoarse: “Sorry, I just finished a match, so I’m late.”
Among the male celebrities, a few were his fans. Seeing him, they immediately took out their phones: “Sniper God, can we take a photo together?”
He Hanyang took the photo expressionlessly.
Upon seeing Song Zhi, he paused slightly.
A moment later, he obediently sat down beside her.
Finally, someone she knew arrived. Song Zhi’s tense mood relaxed a little. She asked him: “Was the match successful?”
He Hanyang: “So-so.”
Even a gaming novice like Song Zhi knew that if they won this match, they would represent the country in the world championship.
The match lasted a week, and today was the last game.
Hearing He Hanyang’s “so-so,” Song Zhi patted his shoulder comfortingly: “It’s okay, failure is the mother of success. We’ll keep trying next time.”
Xia Li, who was nearby, heard this and laughed: “Failure what? Our Sniper God not only led the entire team to victory, but he also broke the record for kills. His name is still trending right now.”
Xia Li was that avid fan who had asked He Hanyang for a photo.
Song Zhi was puzzled: “And this is just ‘so-so’?”
Modesty is a virtue, but this was too modest.
He Hanyang was silent for a moment, then said, “The match dragged on for too long, otherwise I wouldn’t have been late.”
Unexpectedly, he was quite punctual.
Song Zhi briefly comforted him, and then the production team arranged cars for them to go about their activities.
To avoid attracting crowds and to capture the most authentic footage, the production team used hidden cameras.
The photographers also maintained a certain distance from them.
After leaving the hotel, He Hanyang asked her, “What should we do now?”
Song Zhi said, “Go on a date.”
He looked at her, saying nothing.
Song Zhi hesitated for a long time: “Don’t tell me you’ve never been in a relationship?”
He Hanyang awkwardly looked away from her question.
Song Zhi clearly couldn’t imagine that He Hanyang, such a popular esports god, hadn’t been in a relationship even at twenty.
As a senior in the dating world, Song Zhi felt it was absolutely necessary to give He Hanyang, this junior, a good lesson.
The snack street was crowded, with various stalls lining the streets.
Compared to He Hanyang’s stiffness, Song Zhi’s advantage as an actress shone through.
She was completely natural, like a little girl who had just fallen in love.
She silently repeated what Xia Wanyue had told her: “Character, you must pay attention to your character. Everything must be natural, so that anti-fans can’t find anything to criticize you for.”
She had plenty of dating experience. She had dated Jiang Yanzhou countless times.
Natural, it had to be natural.
Seeing the ice cream stall ahead, Song Zhi naturally pulled He Hanyang’s sleeve and cooed: “I want that ice cream~”
The demolition work in Quhe Street had already begun, and Jiang Yanzhou went to check on the progress.
The car stopped at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Zhang Yi held the steering wheel and suddenly remembered what the old man had said a few days ago.
He had told him to persuade Jiang Yanzhou more often when he had time. He was no longer young, and even if he didn’t want to fall in love, he should at least settle down and get married.
Company matters could be handled anytime, just make time for a blind date.
Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jiang Yanzhou, who was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, resting, through the rearview mirror.
He slightly loosened his grip on the steering wheel. Anyway, he had to say it sooner or later.
He tentatively began: “Boss, a few days ago, the old man contacted me and said that if you’re not satisfied with Xunyue, there’s also the Li family’s...”
As he spoke, his voice gradually faded into the honking of the traffic.
The man slightly raised his eyes, his cold, icy gaze looking at him chillingly through the rearview mirror.
It was the middle of summer, but Zhang Yi felt a chill in the car.
He was immediately scared into silence.
There were many pedestrians here, and traffic jams were common.
Jiang Yanzhou straightened up slightly and looked out the car window. His gaze landed on a certain spot and stayed there.
At the least crowded stall on the street, a certain affected, overly sweet girl looked exactly like someone he knew.
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