Chapter 100

As for kissing, it was merely a matter of Sister Yanzi's perspective.

Dilireba was simply helping Bai Liang apply makeup.

But Sister Yanzi didn't dare adjust her angle to observe; instead, she became even more "guilty as sin" than Bai Liang, standing guard right at the door.

Her decision not to enter was also a "misstep."

Bai Liang had been thoroughly taken advantage of.

He now suspected Dilireba wasn't socially anxious at all, but a "pink-to-black."

Those small hands rubbing his face didn't resemble applying foundation—they were more like petting a house cat.

But since the other party wasn't a professional makeup artist, Bai Liang endured it.

Someone was offering kind help; though her technique was poor, her looks and figure made up for it.

Having a beautiful girl help apply makeup was actually quite pleasant.

Even if her movements were a bit too vigorous.

Bai Liang felt his thoughts weren't unreasonable—he was far more normal than those guys who'd want a girl to step on their face with her feet.

Like the famous director Quentin, who stormed into a nightclub and threw away ten thousand dollars, then proceeded to lick a girl's feet like he was sucking on KFC's Original Recipe chicken!

Question Quentin, understand Quentin, become Quentin—ahem, Bai Liang merely meant that having a girl rub your face wasn't so bad.

Before the launch event began, it seemed a crew member angrily scolded the tardy makeup artist.

The makeup artist herself felt somewhat "wronged": these two leads weren't nobodies—who could've expected they hadn't brought their own makeup artists?

One had just gone viral online recently, the other had recently outshone Tang Yan and broken out of her niche.

Logically, both should've had dedicated teams—why would they need the crew's assigned staff?

They'd encountered two "oddities" at once.

And these two oddities had completely different vibes.

A few minutes before the launch event started, Dilireba's company personnel gave her a stern lecture, dumping a pile of instructions on her.

Meanwhile, Bai Liang and Sister Yanzi happily discussed what to eat for dinner~

During this, Sister Yanzi glanced enviously at Dilireba's side: "Professional companies really are different!"

Bai Liang lifted his eyelids slightly and said, resting his chin on his hand: "Gahang's company is weird."

"Huh? Where's it weird?"

"Didn't we meet Yang Mi before? She gave me the feeling she was on fire."

"Flirty?" Sister Yanzi stared in shock—had their little Bai brother been flirted with by that woman?

Her heart sank—were there too many "bad women" in the entertainment industry?

"Mind your pronunciation—fire~" Bai Liang chuckled at her. "Now seeing her company's people, I get the feeling that after signing that bet agreement, everyone's gone off-kilter, all hyped up like they've been injected with adrenaline."

"Oh right! It's true—I just saw her assistant or someone else storm over and yell at the tardy makeup artist. She was furious."

Wow, so it wasn't a crew member—it was an assistant?

Bai Liang was impressed—he hadn't even noticed that.

The makeup artist being scolded probably hadn't expected to be berated by an artist's assistant.

He shook his head lightly: "When the fire burns too hot, how can the temper not flare? So don't envy them—our state is the best. Let's eat hotpot tonight?"

"Hotpot's fine! I'll treat you!" Sister Yanzi quickly chimed in, then added, "So little Bai brother, you don't like that tense, frantic atmosphere, right?"

"Who could like that?"

The free-spirited capybara was naturally at odds with such companies.

Sister Yanzi silently noted this.

She was gradually adjusting her own "position"—if she couldn't elevate Bai Liang's career through professional operations,

at least she'd serve him well while doing her job, making him feel "comfortable."

Gahang's "tightening spell" approach was clearly unacceptable.

Previously, Bai Liang had thought only Yang Mi had gone "on fire" because of that bet agreement, acting like a desperate warrior.

But now it seemed the entire company had gone "crazy."

Think about it—three hundred million in profit—who knew how heavy the KPI pressure was? Everyone had to be driven to madness.

But there are many ways to "internal compete" at work—some genuinely complete KPIs, while many others are just having fun themselves.

When Dilireba needed her assistant just now, the person was nowhere to be found—then suddenly appeared to join the group scolding—wasn't that pure nonsense?

There are plenty of people like this at work: they seem busy, frantic, but when you look closer, you have no idea what they're even doing.

Their positive efficiency might be lower than someone calmly working at a leisurely pace.

"Oh by the way, little Bai brother, do you know how Dilireba got the female lead role?" Sister Yanzi suddenly whispered mysteriously, eager for gossip. Bai Liang obediently perked up his ears—literally.

"Wow! Your ears can move?!"

This "superpower" left Sister Yanzi stunned, her voice rising.

Many around them turned to look.

Seeing so many new spectators, Bai Liang scratched his head—fine, he couldn't let them down.

So he deliberately turned his head and performed it again for everyone.

"Pfft!"

Dilireba burst out laughing—she'd just been nagged into dizziness by her company people, and now felt liberated.

"You kid, why do you always create atmosphere wherever you go?"

Lin Yufen and others walked over with smiles—they'd clearly just witnessed Bai Liang's "ear trick."

Please... collect... 6... 9... Shu... Ba....!

"Alright, get ready to go on stage—the media here have all been notified; they won't give you trouble."

"Got it~"

Before stepping on stage, Bai Liang stood beside Dilireba, who was curiously staring at his ears.

He seemed brighter overall.

"Want to touch them?" Bai Liang thought; after all, she'd already squeezed his face, so touching his ears wasn't out of the question.

He was always generous.

"No no no~"

Dilireba quickly waved her hands, but just seconds before they stepped on stage, she suddenly blurted out: "Thanks for recommending me to the crew."

Bai Liang:???

When did I recommend you? We didn't even know each other before!

There was no time to ask further—the producer called everyone onto the stage.

This was Bai Liang's first time participating in such an event; everything felt fresh to him.

Facing the cameras and reporters below, he professionally slipped into his "Xiao Nai" persona.

Then they all started snapping photos nonstop!

Work is work~ you can slack off sometimes, but you still have to do your job properly.

In this regard, Bai Liang was widely praised.

Even when he slacked off during the filming of "Yun Zhi Fan" to take two exams, he never delayed shooting and even helped guide other actors.

There it was again!

Dilireba felt like she'd seen a ghost—how could this person change so suddenly?

One moment he was cool and aloof, the next he was sweet and docile; she found the latter more approachable, easier to get along with.

Then Bai Liang glanced at her, tilted his head slightly, and twitched his ears.

God knew how Dilireba pinched herself to hold back her laughter.

By the time she realized she'd been staring at Bai Liang too long, the crowd below had already taken dozens of photos of them.

The media commented: "The female lead really knows how to create on-site drama—she came out with a whole 'deep gaze' moment."

The following segments were more conventional.

The crew members took turns speaking, then the reporters asked questions.

But over eighty percent of the questions were aimed at Bai Liang.

Mainly because he'd been trending nonstop lately, and every trend was solidly grounded—he'd never publicly responded, yet his follower count kept climbing steadily.

On Weibo, Bai Liang's "new and old" fans had begun to believe their "brother" was the cold, aloof type.

After all, the characters he portrayed, like Zhang Xianzong, were exactly like that.

Projecting a character's image onto the actor himself was common—not strange at all.

But now Dilireba felt Bai Liang wasn't cold at all—he was kind of cute.

The image she'd imagined before meeting him had completely shattered—what high-cold genius hexagonal god? This guy was clearly...

After thinking long and hard, Dilireba couldn't find any suitable word or corresponding image.

But she was already beginning to look forward to the upcoming TV drama filming.

She felt working with an actor like him might be a wonderful experience.

(End of Chapter)