Chapter 162: The Great Immortal is dead just like that? (Double monthly votes requested)

Shanghai, the racetrack.

Yanzi was dressed very formally today, wearing a ladies' suit that looked expensive at a glance, which really highlighted her capable demeanor.

This outfit certainly didn't belong to her work uniform; she had bought it herself, all to hold down the fort for her "Little Bai-ge" on occasions like this.

After all, as an agent, she was too young; without some dressing up, it was easy for others to look down on her.

If she weren't worried about overdoing it, she would have even wanted to get a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses to wear.

Old Zhou, standing to the side, was also dressed like a decent human being.

As someone who was genuinely involved in the fashion circle, he actually looked a bit lackluster.

Oh right, Yanzi's styling advice all came from our "fashionista," classmate Guli Nazha.

She was dressed exceptionally "plainly" today, blending into Bai Liang's studio team.

It's just a pity that even though she was wearing flat shoes, her clothes were just a simple T-shirt and jeans, and she had a mask on her face and a baseball cap on her head, she was still a bit too conspicuous.

A girl who is 1. 2 meters tall—although she could act like a delicate little bird in front of Bai Liang, in reality, girls of this height are not common among the general public.

Add to that her skin tone, which was a layer whiter than everyone else's, plus the contrast of her slender figure.

Hiding? She could only fool herself.

At most, it would keep people from recognizing her as Guli Nazha at a single glance.

But being able to achieve that was enough to meet the requirements.

The people from the Mercedes-Benz brand who came here today to discuss cooperation pretended not to notice. They didn't recognize her as Nazha, but they assumed she was likely Bai Liang's "girlfriend outside the industry."

This kind of thing isn't rare in the entertainment industry; many artists pull these kinds of stunts, only to be caught by fans.

Nazha herself was hiding quite happily, pretending to be Bai Liang's assistant, fetching him water and carrying his things.

This certainly wasn't because she liked doing chores; it was purely role-playing.

It made the little assistant, who was also mixed in the crowd, grumble in her heart who knows how many times.

This work isn't being done right either~ In just a short while, Bai Liang had been forced to drink more than half a bottle of mineral water.

Are they treating him like a water buffalo?!

But facing the sincerity in Nazha's big eyes, he felt embarrassed not to drink.

It was only because it was Nazha; if it were a real assistant, wouldn't they be getting scolded?

Little Assistant: Wait, no, Little Bai-ge has never scolded anyone. In short, so doting~ I'm shipping it, I'm shipping it!

Although shipping someone gulping down water "for love" is indeed a bit strange, girls can always find all sorts of angles.

Not knowing if it was to escape the fate of constantly drinking water, Bai Liang decisively found an opportunity, changed into a racing suit, and went to play with the cars.

However, the car he was driving today wasn't the one he had tinkered with himself, but an AMG provided by Mercedes-Benz.

It could also be considered a way to show off his racing skills to the Mercedes people in passing.

This was originally one of the programs for the day anyway.

Only by showing some uniqueness and irreplaceability could Yanzi occupy a more dominant position in her communication with the brand.

Some brands are quite impolite to artist teams; judging people by their status is nothing new anywhere.

"Wow!"

Across the guardrail, watching the sports car roar past with a thunderous sound, Nazha didn't even want to pretend anymore, directly transforming into the hype squad, not caring whether Bai Liang could hear her or not.

Besides screaming and cheering, she was also jumping up and down, and by the end, she couldn't help but even lift her heels.

Fortunately, this was the Shanghai International Circuit; most people who came here had more interest in cars than in beauties whose faces weren't even fully visible.

"The Track Torpedo is here again, damn it! Why the hell did he change cars?!"

Hearing this shout, Nazha looked at Old Zhou next to her with some curiosity and humbly asked, "What does 'Track Torpedo' mean? Is it a nickname? Does it mean he drives as fast as a torpedo?"

Old Zhou: "Ahem, yes!"

"Wow, little torpedo!"

No, why do these girls insist on adding the word "little" in front when describing certain things or objects?

Is it because it sounds cuter that way?

Bai Liang, who hadn't stepped on the gas pedal with all his might for a while, was in exceptionally high spirits today!

It just so happened that the other cars were very sensible this time, yielding the road or dodging, and he felt like he could refresh his lap time today.

And don't say, this car provided by Mercedes-Benz was actually quite exciting!

"Huh~ there are quite a few celebrities playing with racing cars today; Wu Moufan is also endorsing Porsche on a track over in Zhejiang."

Hearing this, Yanzi's ears instantly perked up.

Because she had previously intercepted an endorsement from the other party, she was now paying extra attention to this "rival" of her Little Bai-ge.

Although the two had never met, and the fans on both sides hadn't started a flame war online, she felt that this day would come sooner or later, and perhaps it would come very quickly.

Once Bulgari made the official announcement, it might be the moment for the two sides to "go to war."

Before that, both sides should be well aware of it.

But no matter which aspect you looked at, her Little Bai-ge was at a disadvantage...

So during the break while chatting with the brand people, Yanzi secretly asked Old Zhou to keep a closer eye on that side.

She always felt that something wasn't quite right~

Fake celebrity competition: A contest of works and fame, letting the audience and time prove everything.

Real celebrity competition: Whatever you do, I have to suppress you! Launching fan-circle encirclement, suppression, creating black material and rumors, intercepting the other party's resources...

"It's second on the hot search; Wu Moufan ran the third-best time for that Porsche model on that track..."

"So many prefixes?" Yanzi was confused, feeling that it sounded quite impressive, but it also didn't seem that impressive.

"Fan circles only care about the 'third'."

Got it~

She looked at the cameras from the Mercedes-Benz brand around her, plus the cameras her own team had found, and felt that this might be a tough battle.

A genuine battle of traffic.

Yanzi: Quickly think about what Sister Yang would do in this situation!

She really wanted to connect with Sister Yang on the spot and learn from the senior.

But just at this moment, she suddenly heard a chorus of exclamations from the surroundings.

"What happened?"

"Brother Liang seems to have refreshed some kind of record... It sounds like it should be pretty awesome; there's a foreigner over there who keeps muttering 'Amazing!', awesome!"

Unlike Old Zhou's excitement, Yanzi only felt that the pressure had eased slightly, but the entertainment industry is not a racetrack.

However, two minutes later, her pressure was gone.

Because things developed in a direction she completely couldn't imagine... It was the absolute last situation she wanted to see!

With a loud bang, Bai Liang's car rushed off the track and slammed hard into the guardrail.

Before anyone could react, a ball of fire rose up.

Yanzi's mind went blank, her face turned deathly pale, and her two feet subconsciously started running madly toward the scene of the accident.

But she was considered slow; by now, a bunch of people were running toward the accident site like they were crazy, fortunately, it wasn't too far away.

The track's professional rescue team was also dispatched at the first moment, but that sports car, which had crashed into a mangled wreck and was burning fiercely, left little hope in anyone's heart.

"My God!"

Nazha was scared silly; after a scream, she couldn't even stand steadily. If it weren't for her little assistant next to her helping her, she would likely have collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, at this moment, an exaggerated voice "woke" her up.

"Holy shit?! He's okay?!"

She hurriedly straightened her body and looked toward the scene of the accident.

Everyone at the scene today would probably never forget this day.

They had thought that since the car had crashed like this, the person inside would likely be in grave danger.

As a result, even though the fire had already started, Bai Liang slowly pushed open the car door and walked out unhurriedly.

He was covered in "battle damage" style, but he himself really looked like he was fine.

He walked two steps, discovered there was still fire on his shoulder, and patted it twice lightly, as if he were swatting a mosquito.

Just a casual matter.

At this moment, he felt a bit stuffy, so he took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm.

Looking at the large crowd not far away, he just wanted to smile and wave to indicate he was fine...

"BOOM!"

Another explosion startled everyone, but Bai Liang couldn't even be bothered to look back.

Real men never look back at explosions.

Although he was the one who caused this car to explode...

This series of operations stunned everyone; mainly, Bai Liang's calmness was simply too out of place with the situation at the scene. "Click!"

A photo was frozen in time; that photographer swore that he had just pressed the shutter subconsciously.

It was all professional instinct, without a shred of technical skill.

But after seeing that photo, he felt he was going to be rich.

Besides the photo, everyone at the scene also felt an inexplicable shock in their hearts at this moment.

How should I put it... such a serious car accident, how come you, kid, are completely fine?

The Mercedes people reacted the fastest: Holy shit, our car's protection for the driver is this good?!

This has to be heavily advertised!

As for the fact that it exploded, that's not important; there are plenty of cars that have exploded on the track, right?

However, just as they were about to step forward, the people from the Red Bull brand, who had only sent two or three kittens to check on the situation today, were faster!

They shoved the Mercedes people aside and tried to crowd forward; at this moment, they only hated that Bai Liang wasn't wearing a Red Bull logo!

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Why wasn't there a Red Bull logo?!

There were too many people holding cameras around; it must have all been filmed.

But these people were no match for the explosive power of two women at this moment.

Yanzi and Nazha had already rushed to Bai Liang.

"Little Bai-ge..."

"Are you okay?!"

Hearing Nazha's voice with a hint of crying, Bai Liang reached out to pinch her cheek, but his hand was covered in ash, instantly turning Nazha into a big, messy-faced flower.

"A little bit of an issue."

"Are your internal organs uncomfortable? Little Bai-ge, shouldn't you lie down quickly? The ambulance will be here soon!" Yanzi said nervously.

Her heart had just been in her throat; now she felt Bai Liang was like porcelain, and she didn't even dare to touch him.

Even now, with Nazha throwing herself into his arms, Yanzi wanted to pull her away! Today, except for the doctor, no one is allowed to touch him!

Fortunately, when Nazha heard that, she consciously moved away. Her pair of red, big eyes paired with that messy face touched black by Bai Liang didn't look ridiculous; instead, there was a kind of pitiful feeling.

"Actually... I just broke a bit of skin." Bai Liang tried hard to explain.

And he showed the two of them his "wound," a small cut; if he didn't show it now, it would probably heal soon.

However, Bai Liang's body—what he said himself obviously didn't count.

After the ambulance arrived, he still had to obediently lie down, preparing to go to the hospital for a full-body checkup.

Before leaving, he didn't forget about the car and said to the Mercedes people: "Sorry, I can pay for it."

"No need, no need! If the physical checkup is fine, let's sign the contract immediately!"

"Ah?"

"Mr. Bai, we at Red Bull..."

"Get lost!" Nazha lost her temper. She, who usually spoke softly, was like an angry lioness at this moment.

By now, quite a few people had actually recognized her, but no one spoke.

They obediently stepped aside; otherwise, it felt like Nazha was really going to beat someone up.

And Yanzi and Old Zhou, who had already calmed down, started "calling the roll" one by one for those who had filmed. Come on, hand over the footage.

Especially those who filmed Nazha, no one is allowed to keep it!

That afternoon, a piece of news went directly to major online platforms with explosive momentum.

Bai Liang in a serious car accident on the track, suspected to be dead.

Of course, the people filming weren't just the team carrying cameras and holding cameras; there were other people around using mobile phones to film videos and such.

What does a popular traffic artist have to do to make the biggest splash?

Getting married, breaking the law, cheating, drug use, dating... actually, they are all quite heavy-hitting, but none compare to "dying on the spot."

Even though Bai Liang himself was holding his phone in the hospital at this moment, ready to exert his greatest specialty and start ordering takeout.

But it didn't affect the rampant spread of the news that he had "died" outside at all.

With the car crashed like that, it's really hard to explain to everyone if he doesn't die a little.

The internet is a place that is inherently good at creating and spreading rumors.

It's not that no one posted photos of Bai Liang walking onto the ambulance himself, but those self-media outlets that fear no chaos in the world had headlines that were more terrifying than the last.

Of course, the wording was still relatively sophisticated, all using "suspected."

Anyway, with such a serious car accident, no guess would be too extreme.

It's not like he could have crawled out of the car completely intact, without a scratch, right~

The most outrageous one was Bai Liang "committing suicide for love."

The big sister Tang Yan, whom he had just met, gave it a like; she was familiar with this kind of work.

Who would have thought that on such a narrow track, there would be a newcomer squeezing in?

So she quickly forwarded the post praying for Bai Liang; she might have thought she was quite clever.

As a result, in less than five minutes, her team took over her account, deleted this Weibo post of hers, and honestly posted one wishing him peace.

However, her little movement wasn't noticeable on the internet at this moment; if it really didn't work, she could just say it was a slip of the hand, and she and Bai Liang only had a one-time encounter, no real friendship.

The ones who really had a friendship, or even an "illicit affair," were the ones who were dumbfounded.

Ah?!

No, Great Immortal, you died just like that?!

The first reaction was of course to call Bai Liang, which naturally couldn't get through.

In this accident, besides the car being scrapped and Bai Liang himself breaking a small cut, the phone also suffered a great deal.

The phone was in Bai Liang's pocket; he himself was completely fine, but the phone was almost smashed into slag.

According to "professionals" analysis, this thing likely helped Bai Liang block some debris.

So... a bunch of people called his phone, and it was all unreachable.

Many people naturally panicked.

Those who were slightly calmer knew to call Yanzi to ask about the situation, and after knowing he was fine, they might even curse: "The scourge lasts for a thousand years."

But those without this brain... the fastest ones were already rushing to the hospital.

For example, certain girls.

At this time, Bai Liang, who was completely fine but still required to lie in the hospital for a night, suddenly felt his crotch was a bit itchy.

"Yanzi, go help me get some clothes to change into, and don't forget my underwear."

"There are some at home... I'm going back, I'll have someone send them to you later." Nazha took the initiative to say at this time.

After knowing Bai Liang was really fine, she could be considered to have breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she realized she couldn't stay here anymore.

If he were really injured or something, she would definitely ignore everything and stay here tonight.

But the doctor said Bai Liang was healthy to an outrageous degree, so if she continued to stay, it would also be a bit outrageous.

At this time, Yanzi also added: "Sister Nazha, you go quietly through the back door, I've arranged the car, there are quite a few media people coming, be careful."

"Mm, thank you Yanzi~"

Before leaving, Nazha didn't care about Yanzi being on the side, hugged Bai Liang's head, and kissed him for two minutes.

She came with a deathly pale face and left with a blushing face—this day was too fulfilling for her.

Nazha had just left, and just as Yanzi was discussing with Bai Liang how to deal with the media, a figure rushed in in a flurry.

"Great Immortal, are you okay? Is that thing still usable?"

Someone who could say such tiger-wolf words so loudly... besides the female hooligan Jin Cheng, there was no one else.

Although what she said was a bit outrageous, the concern on her face wasn't fake.

At the same time, Bai Liang also realized a "terrible" thing at this moment:

"Yanzi, quickly post a Weibo!"

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