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The internet was in an uproar, with all sorts of characters jumping in, and Weibo crashed twice. Programmers were forced to get up and work overtime, their hair getting thinner by the day.
Ever since Wang Dazhuang became Xia Yan’s manager, it’s feels like he’s been managing a high-stakes crisis with a low budget, constantly on the brink of a breakdown.
But what could he do with the artist he had picked up?
He made calls one after the other.
“Hey! Manager Chen, sorry to disturb you so early, but we have a situation here. Can we get some more support from the PR department? …I know it’s tough on everyone, but you know Xia Yan, he’s got a good heart…”
“Manager Zhou, you’re right, but there’s a way to handle bad publicity… Hello? Hello?”
…
“I know we’re a small company, and the budget is tight, but…”
After yet another call was hung up on him, Wang Dazhuang was so angry his face turned red, and he muttered, “They say the budget’s tight, damn it. Don’t think I don’t know. All the money’s going to Fang Xihua’s promotions. Buying three trending topics daily, they will burn through it.”
“Fang Xihua is a rising star with high commercial value. Of course, the company wants to promote him.”
“Don’t prop others up and put yourself down.” Wang Dazhuang spat in anger. “Besides, we know how he got famous.”
“…”
“When he first joined the company, he called you ‘brother’ all the time, riding on your coattails.”
“…”
“You finally landed a great opportunity, Director Xia cast you in a movie as the second male lead.” Wang Dazhuang was heartbroken. “He immediately cozied up to Manager Zhou and snatched your role.”
“I hadn’t signed the contract, so it wasn’t really snatched.”
“That’s bull! Director Xia dragged you back to his studio to sign on the spot. Fang Xihua just happened to come along and block him, and the next day, Director Xia changed his mind and signed him. You expect me to believe there was nothing shady? Not a chance.”
Xia Yan stayed silent for three seconds. “Wang Dazhuang.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ve been cursing a lot today.”
“Stop changing the subject.” The middle-aged man rolled his eyes. “The company won’t back you up with PR, won’t take down the trending topics, and won’t hire any online commenters to manage the narrative. Have you contacted Tu Xi yet?”
“Not yet.” Xia Yan glanced at the time. “He didn’t get home until past three last night. Let him sleep a bit longer.”
“… Xia Yan, do you remember that you’re an artist?”
“?”
Wang Dazhuang rubbed his face. “The earlier the PR response, the better… Forget it, I’ll talk with Tu Xi’s manager about this.”
With that, he headed to the balcony to make calls.
Xia Yan, who had only slept for three hours the previous night, felt groggy. He made himself a cup of coffee, the bitter and rich aroma waking him up.
[Thanks for the trending topics. I owe you one.]
[I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.]
He waited for three minutes, but Liu Jinhao did not reply.
He’s probably still asleep. Being considerate, Xia Yan didn’t send any more messages and instead opened a food delivery app to order himself a hearty breakfast.
Afterwards, Liu Jinhao, who just woke up: ???
He replies with tears: [You’re welcome; it was my duty.]
Back to the present, as the takeout has just arrived, Wang Dazhuang comes in from the balcony with a dazed expression on his face. “Yan er.”
“Was the talk unpleasant?”
“No, no.” He wipes his face heavily, his features scrunched together with excitement. “Tu Xi’s agent was very easy to talk to.”
So much so that… their attitude was overly friendly, with a hint of flattery and guilt. No, no, no! It must be his imagination.
Wang Dazhuang shakes off the unreliable thoughts and continues, “Not only are they willing to cover all the PR costs for you, but they also invited you to join a dating reality show with Tu Xi.”
When opportunity knocks, someone delivers a pillow.
Xia Yan quickly asks, “What dating reality show?”
Wang Dazhuang: “Season three of ‘Heartbeat Boom Boom Boom.’ We’ll sign the contract tomorrow afternoon, and the announcement will be made immediately afterward.”
“Heartbeat” is an old reality show on Mango TV. The first season was a huge hit, and although the ratings for the second season dropped, it still counts as a top-tier show.
“By the way, go take a shower and change your clothes.” Wang Dazhuang urges, “Let me take a nice photo to announce it on Weibo.”
“OK.”
Fifteen minutes later.
[Xia Yan: The sun is great, the breeze is great, and you are great. Please take care of me for the rest of my life. @Tu Xi. Photo.jpg.]
The gossiping netizens didn’t even have time to curse before being hit in the face by a high-definition photo. Their hearts raced, and they almost swayed.
The young man seemed to have just showered; his hair and eyelashes were still damp, with water droplets falling on his shoulders. His white shirt revealed a hint of skin.
The buttons were fastened starting from the third one, revealing a small piece of his chest and a delicate collarbone. As the gaze moved up, his jawline was well-defined, his nose sharp, and his eyes smiling like peach blossoms.
He was not wearing makeup, and the fine hairs on his skin were visible.
The three colors—black hair, white skin, and red lips—form a strong contrast, giving the picture an indescribable, blush-inducing, and heart-pounding allure.
The best part was the light coming in from outside the window.
A small patch of golden yellow falls on the area above his collarbone, with a barely visible red mole, making people want to bite and suck it out.
The comments quickly flooded in.
[What a vivid and fragrant beauty, drooling.]
[I’m a casual fan of Tu Xi, to be honest… now I understand why, knowing that Xia Yan is a scumbag, Tu Xi would still like him.]
[It’s not that our side isn’t strong; it’s just that the other side is too cunning, and beauty lovers can’t even curse.]
[Beautiful, beautiful.]
The gossiping onlookers are the first to express their admiration, followed closely by Tu Xi’s die-hard fans.
[Photoshopped monster, this must be eight hundred layers of beauty filters. Why don’t you do a live stream without filters!]
[A face built on plastic surgery, seducing my idol, shameless; look at your own ugly photos from before.] A pile of photos is thrown out.
[Xia Yan’s black history timeline, details can be zoomed in to see. August 2019, late for the opening ceremony of ‘The Law of Choice of Love’ in November, participated in the variety show ‘Our Extreme’ where he cheated and was lazy. In 2020, he started slacking off, frequently visited bars, and in August of the same year, got into a fight and ended up in the hospital. After coming out, he started plastic surgery step by step, and by September, he had already looked different. The broadcasting authority should ban such an incompetent, immoral, and negatively influential artist.]
…
The netizens spoke with genuine feelings, and Xia Yan looked left and right but couldn’t see any difference between the original owner and himself.
999 looked around and confirmed his thoughts: [More refined features, more expressive eyes, a sharper nose, and fairer skin, but otherwise pretty much the same.]
Xia Yan nodded in agreement: [Exactly, pretty much the same.]
Instead, Wang Dazhuang ‘tsk-tsk’-ed a couple of times and sighed, “If I hadn’t followed you every day and knew that you didn’t have plastic surgery, I would definitely doubt it.”
Xia Yan: “You’re exaggerating.”
“How can someone get better-looking the more they grow?”
After two seconds of contemplation, Xia Yan said seriously, “It must have matured.” After all, ordinary people wouldn’t think of transmigration.
Wang Dazhuang: “True, you were only nineteen back then. Boys develop late and can still grow.”
The original owner was a typical ‘nine leaky fish1very rare people who haven’t finished basic education, don’t have common sense, or are illiterate.‘ in the circle. His studies weren’t good; he barely graduated high school and ran to Hengdian with his luggage at eighteen, dreaming of becoming an actor and getting rich.
He had the looks and the body and was lucky, too.
He met Wang Dazhuang, this kind-hearted person, who brought him back to the company and arranged for him to act in dramas and participate in variety shows, managing to make him a third-tier black and red celebrity.
He bought a two-bedroom apartment in the capital with his efforts.
Just after Xia Yan posted on Weibo, Tu Xi immediately reposted it.
[Tu Xi: The sun is you, the breeze is you, and love is you. Please take care of me for the rest of my life. @Xia Yan: The sun is great…]
[…he admitted it.]
[No!!! Brother, I don’t accept this, wuwuwu.]
[Xi Xi is twenty-three this year; it’s normal to want to date, but can we pick someone else? Xia Yan’s character is tough to describe.]
[By the way… did no one notice something? Xia Yan only said, ‘You are great,’ but Tu Xi said, ‘Love is also you,’ tsk tsk, a top star throwing himself at a third-tier star.]
[CNM2 Cao Ni Ma = fuck your mother , black fans get out.]
[I’ll say that if Tu Xi doesn’t break up with Xia Yan, I’ll unfan him.]
The comment section, with a bunch of people calling for unfanning, was quite eye-catching, and opposing fans were stirring the pot, happily setting the pace.
In less than ten minutes, Tu Xi posted on Weibo again.
In just a few hundred words, he solemnly expressed his attitude, which can be summarized into three sentences—Tu Xi is an actor, not an idol; feel free to unfan, respect personal choices.
The fans: “…”
Their mentality collapsed completely!!!!
Tu Xi’s move shocked the entire entertainment circle. Although actors rely on their skills, more fans mean higher commercial value, and no one wants to offend their fans.
Some people in the circle sighed, “I really want to see what Xia Yan looks like in person. To make Tu Xi go to such lengths for him.”
“I do too.”
Meanwhile, in Tu Xi’s studio.
The agent rubbed her sore eyes and said, “Now the fans’ firepower is all concentrated on us; Xia Yan’s side has hired water armies to clean up the comment section, and the trending topic has been taken down.”
“Mm, thank you for your hard work.” Tu Xi nodded.
“I’ve also carefully dealt with the paparazzi who released the photo, ensuring no one finds out…” After a pause, she cautiously looked at the man and continued, “…the photo was released from our side.”
Kong Hongxin sighed inwardly, feeling a bit sad.
Once upon a time, Tu Xi was her favorite artist. He was obedient, sensible, and never caused trouble. He excelled in dancing, singing, and acting; he was a natural talent.
Until he met and fell in love with Xia Yan.
It was like he was under a spell, doing all this crazy stuff to announce his love.
She was getting old, and she didn’t understand young people anymore.
Tu Xi stared at the photo Xia Yan posted, scrutinizing it carefully. Then, he downloaded it with satisfaction and stored it in his private album.
After three seconds, he thought about it and asked, “Sister Kong, can we hack Weibo?”
Kong Hongxin was taken aback: “???” A lawless man!
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