Chapter 165: The Great Immortal Is Already Dead? (Double—please vote for monthly tickets!)

Shanghai, the racetrack.

Sister Yanzi was dressed very formally today, in a women's suit that looked expensive at a glance, projecting a capable, sharp image.

Of course this outfit wasn't part of any work uniform—she'd bought it herself, specifically for occasions like this, to hold up the stage for her own Brother Dou Xiao Bai.

After all, she as his manager was too young; without leaning on a bit of styling, it was easy to be looked down on.

If not for worrying about overdoing it, she would even have wanted to put on a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses.

Old Zhou beside her was also dressed like a proper human being.

He, a genuine veteran of the fashion circle, was actually looking a bit shabby.

Oh right, Sister Yanzi's matching advice all came from our "fashionista," classmate Gulina Zha.

She herself was dressed unusually "plainly" today, mixed in among Bai Liang's studio team.

Unfortunately, even though she had flat shoes on, her clothes were just a simple t-shirt and jeans, with a face mask and a baseball cap on her head, she was still a bit too conspicuous.

A girl who was 1.72 meters tall—although she could act delicate and petite in front of Bai Liang—in reality, a girl of that height wasn't all that common among the general public.

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

Hiding? She could only fool herself.

At most, she stopped people from recognizing her as Gulina Zha at first glance.

Still, being able to achieve that much was enough for the occasion.

The people from the Mercedes-Benz brand who came to discuss cooperation today pretended not to notice. They hadn't actually recognized her as Nazha, but assumed she might be Bai Liang's "girlfriend from outside the industry."

This sort of thing wasn't rare in the entertainment circle; plenty of artists pulled this kind of stunt, only to get caught by fans.

Nazha herself was having quite a good time hiding, pretending to be Bai Liang's assistant—getting him water, carrying his things for him.

Of course she didn't actually like doing chores; it was purely role-play.

The little assistant also mixed in among them grumbled to herself goodness knows how many times.

This "helping" wasn't quite right either—in the blink of an eye, Bai Liang had somehow been made to chug down more than half a bottle of mineral water.

Treating him like a water buffalo?!

But faced with the sincerity in Nazha's big eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Anyone else but Nazha—if it were a real assistant, wouldn't she get scolded?

Little assistant: No wait, Brother Dou Xiao Bai has never actually scolded anyone anyway—so doting~ I'm shipping it, shipping it!

Although shipping "drinking water like crazy for love" was admittedly a bit strange, girls could always find all sorts of angles.

Maybe to escape the fate of constantly drinking water, Bai Liang decisively found a chance, changed into his racing suit, and went off to play with cars.

Though today he wasn't driving the one he'd set up himself, but an AMG provided by Mercedes-Benz.

It also counted as showing off his racing skills for the Mercedes-Benz people while he was at it.

This had originally been one of today's scheduled segments anyway.

In the end, he had to show off some uniqueness and irreplaceability, so Sister Yanzi could hold more of the upper hand in her talks with the brand.

Some brands weren't all that polite to an artist's team—judging people by their standing was nothing new anywhere.

"Wow!"

Beyond the guardrail, watching the sports car roar past with a thunderous rumble, Nazha couldn't even be bothered to keep pretending—she instantly turned into the atmosphere crew, not caring whether Bai Liang could hear her.

Besides screaming and cheering him on, she was bouncing and hopping around, and later couldn't resist even curling her toes up.

Fortunately, this was the Shanghai International Circuit, and most people who came here were more interested in cars than in a beauty whose face wasn't even showing.

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

Hearing that shout, Nazha looked curiously at Old Zhou beside her and humbly asked, "What does 'Track Torpedo' mean? A nickname? Saying he drives as fast as a torpedo?"

Old Zhou: "Ahem, yes!"

"Wow, little torpedo!"

No, wait—why did these girls always insist on sticking a "little" in front of things when describing them?

Was it because it sounded cuter that way?

It had been a while since Bai Liang had stomped the gas pedal hard, and today his mood was especially high!

It just so happened that the other cars were being very considerate right now—some yielding, some dodging—he felt like today he could even refresh his own lap time.

And honestly, the car Mercedes-Benz provided really did pack a punch!

"Huh~ quite a few celebrities playing with racing today. Wu Yifan is also at a track over in Zhejiang, hyping up Porsche."

Hearing this, Sister Yanzi's ears instantly perked up.

Because of the matter of having poached his endorsement before, she was now paying extra attention to this "rival" of her own Brother Dou Xiao Bai.

Although the two had never met, and fans on both sides hadn't been brawling online, she felt that day would come eventually—perhaps very soon.

Once Bvlgari officially announced it on their side, that might well be when the two sides "went to war."

Before that, both sides probably knew it in their hearts.

But no matter how you looked at it, her own Brother Dou Xiao Bai's side was at a disadvantage.

So during the halftime break while chatting with the brand's people, Sister Yanzi quietly asked Old Zhou to keep a closer eye on things over there.

She had a nagging feeling 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 stunt you pull, I have to outdo you! Mobilize fan circles to besiege and suppress, manufacture dirt and rumors, poach the other's resources.

"Number two on the hot search—Wu Yifan set the third-fastest time for that Porsche model on that track."

"That many qualifiers?" Sister Yanzi was baffled, feeling like it sounded pretty impressive on the surface, yet somehow not all that impressive after all.

"Fan circles only care about 'third.'"

Got it~

She glanced at the Mercedes-Benz team's cameras, plus the ones her own team had brought, and felt this might turn into a tough battle.

A genuine battle for traffic.

Sister Yanzi: Think fast—how would Sister Yang handle this situation?!

She really wanted to video-call Sister Yang right now, to learn from a senior.

But just then, a chorus of gasps erupted around her.

"What happened?"

"Liang Ge just broke another record! Sounds pretty amazing—over there, some foreigner keeps muttering 'amazing!'—incredible!"

Unlike Old Zhou's excitement, Sister Yanzi felt only slightly less pressure—but the entertainment industry isn't a racetrack.

Yet two minutes later, her pressure vanished.

Because things took a turn she never, ever imagined—the absolute worst possible scenario!

With a thunderous boom, Bai Liang's car shot off the track and slammed hard into the barrier.

Before anyone could react, a burst of flame erupted.

Sister Yanzi's mind went blank, her face turned ashen, and her feet automatically sprinted toward the crash site.

But she was among the slowest—dozens of people were already rushing headlong toward the scene, luckily not far away.

Track rescue teams responded instantly, but the mangled, fully engulfed sports car left little hope.

"Oh my god!"

Na Zha froze solid, screamed, then nearly collapsed—hadn't her assistant held her up, she'd have dropped right to the ground.

Fortunately, a loud voice "woke" her up.

"What the hell?! He's okay?!"

She snapped upright and stared toward the crash site.

Everyone present today would never forget this day.

Everyone had assumed the driver was dead—after such a crash, the car was crushed.

Yet as flames roared, Bai Liang calmly pushed open the door and stepped out, unhurried.

He was covered in battle damage, yet looked perfectly fine.

After walking two steps, he noticed fire on his shoulder, so he patted it twice—like swatting a mosquito.

Just a routine thing.

He felt a bit stuffy, so he casually removed his helmet and held it under his arm.

He looked at the crowd nearby, about to smile and wave to show he was fine—

"Boom!"

Another explosion startled everyone, but Bai Liang didn't even turn his head.

Real men never look back at explosions.

Even though he'd blown up his own car.

The whole sequence left everyone stunned—Bai Liang's calm was utterly out of sync with the chaos. "Click!"

A photo was captured—the photographer swore he'd pressed the shutter purely on instinct.

Pure professional habit and reflex—zero technique involved.

But after seeing the photo, he felt his fortune had changed.

Beyond the photo, everyone present felt a strange, deep awe.

How, after such a horrific crash, are you completely unharmed?

Mercedes-Benz reacted fastest—Holy shit, our car's driver protection is this good?!

We must promote this hard!

As for the explosion—irrelevant. Cars blow up on tracks all the time, right?

But just as they moved forward, Red Bull's team—only three or four low-level reps sent to observe—moved faster!

They shoved Mercedes-Benz aside, pushing forward, cursing that Bai Liang wasn't wearing a Red Bull logo.

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Why the hell isn't there a Red Bull logo on him?!

Dozens of people held cameras—every second was captured.

Yet none of them matched the explosive speed of two women.

Sister Yanzi and Na Zha had already reached Bai Liang.

"Dou Xiao Bai Ge"

"Are you okay?!"

Hearing Na Zha's trembling voice, Bai Liang reached to pinch her cheek—but his hand was covered in soot, instantly turning her face into a smudged mess.

"Just a little bit of trouble."

"Are your organs hurting? Dou Xiao Bai Ge, lie down right now—the ambulance is coming!" Sister Yanzi cried nervously.

Her heart had been in her throat moments ago; now she felt Bai Liang was as fragile as porcelain—she dared not even touch him.

Even as Na Zha flung herself into his arms, Sister Yanzi wanted to drag her away—today, only the doctor was allowed to touch him!

Fortunately, Na Zha heard and immediately moved back—her red, tear-filled eyes and soot-streaked face weren't comical, only pitiful.

"Actually… I just scraped my skin," Bai Liang tried to explain.

He showed them his "wound"—a tiny cut, so small it might've already healed if he hadn't pointed it out.

But Bai Liang's body? He clearly didn't count.

After the ambulance arrived, he still had to lie down obediently and head to the hospital for a full-body check.

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 exam is clear, let's sign the contract right away!"

"Huh?"

"Mr. Bai, our Red Bull side—"

"Get out of here!" Zha fired up—she who usually spoke softly now looked like an enraged lioness.

At this moment, many people had recognized her, but no one spoke up.

Step aside quietly, or Zha really might hit someone.

Meanwhile, Yanzi and Lao Zhou, now calm, began naming off each person who had filmed: "Come on, hand over all the footage."

Especially anyone who filmed Zha—no one is allowed to keep a single frame!

That afternoon, a piece of news exploded and surged across every major online platform.

Bai Liang involved in severe track accident, suspected dead in crash.

Of course, the people filming weren't just the crew with cameras and stills—others around had also recorded videos on their phones.

What could a popular internet celebrity do to create the biggest stir?

Marriage, crime, infidelity, drug use, romance—all were major—but none matched "dying on the spot."

Even though Bai Liang himself was currently in the hospital, picking out takeout on his phone, using his greatest talent.

But it didn't stop the outside world from wildly spreading the rumor that he was already "dead."

With the car smashed like that, it would be hard to explain if he didn't die at least once.

The internet is naturally good at spreading rumors and fabrications.

Some had posted photos of Bai Liang walking into the ambulance, but the sensationalist self-media headlines were more shocking than the last.

Of course, the wording was still careful—always "suspected."

After such a serious crash, any guess is justified, isn't it?

You can't just crawl out of the wreck completely unharmed, can you~?

The most absurd was the rumor that Bai Liang had "committed suicide for love."

Tang Yan, the big sister he'd just met, liked it—she knew this game well.

Who'd have thought such a narrow track would have newcomers pushing in?

So she quickly reposted the post praying for Bai Liang's safety, thinking herself quite clever.

But less than five minutes later, her team took over her account, deleted her Weibo, and replaced it with a sincere wish for his safety.

Still, her small commotion was insignificant amid the internet's chaos—she could always claim it was a slip of the finger, and she'd only met Bai Liang once, with no real connection.

Those with real ties—or even "affairs"—were stunned.

Huh?!

Wait, Great Immortal, you're already dead?!

The first reaction was to call Bai Liang—naturally, the call wouldn't go through.

In this accident, besides the car being totaled and Bai Liang getting a cut, the only thing that suffered terribly was his phone.

The phone sat in Bai Liang's pocket; he was perfectly fine, but the phone was nearly shattered into fragments.

According to "experts," it must have blocked some debris for Bai Liang.

So… everyone calling him got "unreachable."

Many naturally panicked.

Slightly calmer people still thought to call Yanzi for updates; once they learned he was fine, some might even mutter: "Evil-doers live long."

But those without that much sense—the fastest movers—were already racing to the hospital.

Like certain Misses.

At this moment, though perfectly unharmed, Bai Liang was still being made to stay overnight in the hospital when he suddenly felt an itch between his legs.

"Yanzi, go get me some clean clothes—don't forget the underwear."

"I've got some at home. I'm going back—I'll have someone deliver them to you," Zha volunteered.

Now that she knew Bai Liang was truly unharmed, she finally exhaled in relief—and realized she couldn't stay any longer.

If he'd been injured, she'd have stayed here without hesitation tonight.

But the doctor said Bai Liang was healthier than anyone had a right to be—so her lingering here now was equally inappropriate.

At this moment, Yanzi added: "Sister Zha, slip out the back door—I've arranged the car. Lots of media have arrived, be careful."

"Mm, thanks, Yanzi~"

Before leaving, Zha ignored Yanzi beside her, grabbed Bai Liang's head, and kissed him for two full minutes.

She came in pale as death, left flushed with color—today had been incredibly full for her.

No sooner had Zha left than, while Yanzi and Bai Liang were discussing how to handle the media, a figure burst in wildly.

"Great Immortal, you're okay? Uh… still functional?"

The only person bold enough to say such a lewd thing so loudly was Jin Cheng, the female ruffian.

Though her words were outrageous, the concern on her face was genuine.

At this moment, Bai Liang also realized something "terrifying":

"Yanzi, post a Weibo right away!"

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