Bai Qi’s Favorite Stars (2)
Bai Qi’s instruction was interesting.
It was very much like the scene when he was a student: his teacher’s wife called and asked the teacher to bring back a fish from the food market when he returned.
He liked this feeling as though he had gradually blended his way back into this world.
Xi Chengyun bought the roasted chestnuts and got into the car.
His image there was posted on the internet.
[Xi-laoshi never seems to eat these things, so it’s self-evident who this is for.]
[Xi Chengyun hasn’t read the news yet?]
[Thank you. The victim is emotionally stable and even bought a bag of roasted chestnuts for the child at home! Damn, I’m shipping it.]
[Boldly opening the mike. If the program is really recorded, will we see Xi-laoshi carrying a full bag from the roadside’s adult store next time?]
The netizens here had already made the creative work in their brain.
Those interested in reading the news had no idea how disappointing it was.
Bai Qi had seldom chased a star now, so of course, he rarely went to read gossip forums. He stayed home to snack on Xi-laoshi’s chestnuts, and after being satisfied from eating, he went to rest.
The following day, everyone went out to do their own business.
On the other hand, Bai Qi still drove Frank to the program to participate in the official recording, which started with staying in the dormitory.
Yesterday, the news that Zhou Qiyuan and the others had fervently called Bai Qi a “true fan” spread throughout the program crew.
While many people secretly sighed, a few more points of importance were added to the bottom of their eyes when they saw Bai Qi stepping in again. They all followed suit and greeted Bai Qi enthusiastically.
“Sending Frank here?”
“I’m so curious. How on earth did Frank become friends with Mr. Bai?”
Some more daring ones said half-jokingly, “Mr. Bai, I’m very powerful on stage. Do you want to give it a go and like me?”
They figured it out very clearly and understandably.
A person like Xi-laoshi was too high up, and the gap between him and them was equivalent to a moat and the sky.
Xi Chengyun wouldn’t look at them, and they dared not claim connections with him. In contrast, it was much better at rubbing off on the heat on Bai Qi and wouldn’t easily get scolded. After all, Bai Qi wasn’t an artist and didn’t have his own true fans. Look at this; didn’t Frank just rub off him?
He was even more daring and said to Bai Qi with a smile, “I learned to dance, and my waist is very soft.”
Bai Qi was baffled.
‘What’s wrong with a soft waist?’
In foreign countries, same-sex marriage was legalized much earlier, so homosexuals were very common. In contrast, Frank understood this type of ambiguous hint better than Bai Qi.
Frank was a bit overwhelmed, but he was only overwhelmed for a very short time.
‘If Mr. Xi is my brother.’
‘Bai Qi is my sister-in-law.’
‘Frank thought in a trance…… my sister-in-law seems to have fallen into a goblin nest! That won’t do!’
Frank raised his hand, blocked the people around him, and escorted Bai Qi inside without thinking. He calmly asked the staff, “Hello, what floor should I go to?”
Once he had asked the floor, he carried his luggage, letting Bai Qi walk in front and himself behind, and slowly made his way up the building.
After entering the dormitory, he didn’t forget to pour water for Bai Qi first.
“But he’s really good at boot-licking; no wonder it rubbed off on him. Sneer.”
“Those who don’t know would think he’s Bai Qi’s bodyguard, and Bai Qi is the artist, ha!”
Those who couldn’t hold back their sourness lost their voices after those few sentences. After all, more people could hold back and bury all their jealousy in the bottom of their hearts.
This pilot clip was quickly edited and paired with a personal introduction clip and released on the video platform.
Because the internet was already speculating whether the program group had invited all of Bai Qi’s idols, after some warming up, the netizens were in the mood of “this melon will be in vain if not eaten.”
The “Star-Picking Youth” pilot video took top-spot on that day’s ratings.
“Tell something I’m good at…… is it the kind of thing I have and no one else has? I once got 131 consecutive full houses when I acted in “King Oedipus.” Maybe that counts?”
This was Frank’s self-introduction.
[F**k, a contemporary humblebrag!]
[If you don’t count, who else does? Awesome, awesome. Many actors may be unable to play this many shows at this age……]
[To be reasonable, inviting him to this program is actually a way of pretending he was on a lower level, isn’t it?]
[I don’t know much about domestic, but Frank has a lot of followers on Twitter, and he’s pretty famous among foreign enthusiasts.]
[Did you know a royal family in a small country loves to see his performance? The last time their country praised someone was Xi-laoshi! Then the second person they praised was Frank, saying he was like a handsome prince with elegance and grace.]
And this handsome gentleman of grace and poise was shown in the clip carrying his own suitcase, sweating but still full of smiles.
He’s escorting some guy up the stairs with his hand, pressing the elevator for him, opening the door, and pouring water.
[Lol, who the f**k is participating in this show? Who the hell is Frank pouring water for?”]
On the other end.
A reporter managed to break into Uncle Xi’s path at a business summit meeting. Before catching his breath, he immediately sent his microphone toward Uncle Xi’s face.
“He-Hello, do you watch talent survival shows?”
‘What is that?’
Uncle Xi gave him an inexplicable look.
The security guard at the side also frowned, ready to kick the person out anytime.
That reporter didn’t dare to delay and asked in one breath, “Do you know that Xi-laoshi’s other half, Mr. Bai Qi, will participate in a talent survival show? In this variety show, there are several stars that Mr. Bai Qi likes.”
Uncle Xi: “Mm.”
The reporter waited and failed to get to the latter part of the article.
Uncle Xi looked at the man’s expectant face as he said expressionlessly, “Are you asking me for any input?”
Reporter: “Yes.”
This summit meeting was being broadcast live.
A handful of netizens noticed the commotion over here, and while they typed out a string of question marks, they couldn’t help but open their mouths: [Do you know what happened to the last one who was so condescending to Director Zheng?]
The reporter was obviously blind.
He looked at Uncle Xi.
Uncle Xi looked at him and said indifferently, “Then I suggest he likes a few more.”
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