Chapter 193: There Are Too Many People Now, Bro Will Kneel to You Later

Bai Liang himself wasn't really clear about the "wolfish ambitions" of the Running Man production team, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it too much to heart.

Could they actually harm him? No such thing.

It's just that after receiving the poster photo taken by Reba, he was somewhat curious.

How did filming a variety show end up at a movie theater?

By the time Running Man airs, "Ride the Wind" will have long been pulled from theaters, so it won't serve any promotional purpose.

Could it be that they're running ads to get everyone to revisit it on the video site?

Weird and strange.

Still, he did give a definite nod to classmate Reba's selfie — that big forehead of hers really doesn't hide a thing from him.

Feels like flicking it once would make a really crisp sound~

It's just that the selfie style has a bit of a nu-metal era flavor to it.

Bai Liang scrolled through Dilireba's old selfies and found that she really was quite nu-metal before — case closed!

"Brother Xiao Bai, we're here."

"That was pretty fast~"

At this time, the place he was at was Bangkok, Thailand.

One of the reasons for coming here was that a brand had an event and invited him to make an appearance.

Bai Liang hadn't known he actually had some fame in Thailand before, but after arriving he found that the Thai girls who came to support him weren't that many, but weren't few either.

Mm. Huang Jingyu should be even more famous here — that "Addicted," although banned domestically, really does feel like it caught fire across Southeast Asia.

But he wasn't quite sure why some were so dark-skinned while others were unusually white, feeling almost like they weren't the same race.

"Hey, isn't there someone called the White Dragon King here in Thailand?"

"He passed away three years ago." Sister Yanzi checked and said.

Bai Liang shrugged. "What a pity~"

"Brother Xiao Bai, you actually believe in this stuff?"

"No, I mainly wanted to see for myself whether he's really that miraculous." A mischievous smile couldn't help but appear on Bai Liang's face.

In his previous life, there was a period when he was quite cocky, going all over the world to find those "very impressive" figures.

People like the White Dragon King.

No other reason — he just wanted to have them read his fortune, then see whether their readings were actually accurate.

As for the results, naturally there were no results.

Still, he did hold back on those fortune-tellers — generally, the people who sought out such masters were those who'd run into trouble.

So these people would usually start by saying something bad.

But this trick was useless against Bai Liang — read his fortune for good or ill, if you dared utter even half the word "ill," it was definitely fake.

I am the direction, I am the fortune.

Even the Feng Hou Qi Men would have to kneel.

"There are quite a lot of temples here in Thailand, Brother Xiao Bai — are you going to go pray later?"

"Forget it." Bai Liang glanced outside the car and casually muttered, "They might not be able to handle it."

Sister Yanzi didn't hear clearly either, so naturally she wouldn't take it to heart.

On this trip to Thailand, besides cooperating with a brand event, they also had to make a cameo at a film crew.

According to Bai Liang, Huang Jingyu had called him and begged him for half a day — bro, I'm a top-tier star now, you want me to just go because you say so? Wouldn't that be too face-less?

But Huang Jingyu's own version was: "I just mentioned it to him on WeChat, and he agreed."

Song Qian, standing aside, sighed, "You two really have a great relationship!"

"It's alright, it's alright~"

Huang Jingyu thought to himself — damn, my good bro is doing way too well now. He had just casually mentioned it during chat on set, saying Bai Liang was coming to hang out with him later, and after filming they'd stroll around Bangkok together for a couple of days to soak in the local flavor.

But that remark was overheard by the director, whose eyeballs turned like luminous pearls, shining bright!

This instead put Huang Jingyu on the spot — inviting a cameo was a bit too embarrassing to bring up.

No other reason — purely a man's pride getting in the way.

In the end, of course, he still couldn't withstand the director's gaze and awkwardly asked.

Fortunately, Bai Liang was still pretty much the same as before, not putting up walls just because he was doing better and better.

After casually getting a few meals out of Huang Jingyu, he agreed to the whole thing.

The crew of "Jie Ai · My First Love, Mr. Qian Sui" — at this moment, everyone stopped working and was preparing to welcome the big-name cameo.

This scene made Huang Jingyu wince — damn, my good bro is doing way too well now.

"Wow~ so many people came to pick us up."

After the car arrived at the crew on time, Sister Yanzi instinctively clicked her tongue.

Then, looking at Huang Jingyu's gaze, she looked up at the sky — who are you, not familiar, oof.

"Sister Yanzi, you don't recognize me?"

"Excuse me, sir, who are you?" Sister Yanzi blinked and said with a grin.

"Where's my bro Liang?"

"Oh yo, say it a few more times, bro loves hearing it." After getting out of the car, Bai Liang heard such a "respectful address" and felt his ears itching, urging Huang Jingyu for a couple more rounds.

Huang Jingyu: There are too many people now, I'll curse you out after we wrap filming.

Bai Liang: Then should I leave?

Huang Jingyu: There are too many people now, bro will kneel to you later.

After chatting for a bit, Bai Liang looked at the rest of the crew and greeted them with a smile.

As a result, each of them put on a look of being flattered beyond measure.

Which instead made him himself feel a bit out of sorts.

No helping it—Bai Liang simply didn't have enough experience playing the diva. After greeting the crew normally and going around once, he received a thin two-page script.

The lines and brief character introduction were even handwritten.

Very reasonable—just a two-day cameo, the character was probably made up on the spot, the ink on the paper hadn't even dried yet.

"Your drama's name sounds so Mary Sue-ish, is it adapted from a romance novel?"

*Jie Ai: Qian Sui my lord de Chu Lian*—just hearing the name, Bai Liang could barely hold back the urge to roast it.

"It is adapted from a novel! Have you seen *Yu Jian Wang Lixuan*? It's written by the same author as that drama."

Mm, heard of it, haven't seen it.

But after reading his simple cameo script, Bai Liang suspected Li Yitong had secretly hidden herself somewhere in this crew.

Because they'd arranged for him to play a male fox.

Though Huang Jingyu also seemed to be playing a male fox. This drama tells the story of a society newspaper intern who encounters a devoted Right Priest of the Fox Clan, an entangled love story spanning several lifetimes.

"Has a fantasy flavor to it, sounds pretty interesting, huh."

"You only have a few lines total, it won't be too much trouble. Mainly just letting you show your face. Who told you to be the lead of a 1.7-billion-box-office film now, the top-tier male idol of the entertainment circle."

That's right, while Bai Liang was in Thailand, *Chengfeng Polang*'s box office officially broke 1.7 billion, basically reaching its end, the box office was now frozen in place.

At the same time, it also became this year's Spring Festival box office champion.

The film's leads naturally all benefited greatly. Male lead Deng Chao could only count as average, because his status was already high to begin with, and the film did very well.

But for Bai Liang and Zhao Liying, the benefits were far greater.

Especially for Bai Liang—the box office of his first starring film was this high, giving an extremely good start for his future development in film.

Currently speaking, among male artists of roughly the same age range, only Liu Haoran could go up against him.

But the other guy's traffic wasn't as high as his, and the other "descended Purple Micro Stars" hadn't appeared yet.

Right! Bai Liang tossed the script aside and looked at Huang Jingyu with some anticipation: "Say that again."

"What the hell?"

"That little line you just said, say it again."

"What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Mainly because after *Chengfeng Polang* hit 1.7 billion, I haven't had the chance to enjoy the flattery yet, I just rushed off to do schedules. You can make up for this missing part for me."

Huang Jingyu: Can you f*cking be a human being?! You want me to awkwardly praise you to your face?

"Pfft!"

Song Qian beside them finally couldn't hold it in anymore—how were these two so funny when chatting?

And Bai Liang was quite, quite different from what she had imagined.

And upon seeing Bai Liang's gaze turn toward her, she generously said: "You're really amazing! Everyone says you're the male lead who brings 500 million in box office on his own, but I think your acting is super good, you portray characters really well, if there's a chance in the future could you teach me?"

"Look at her!" Bai Liang instantly felt a bit of disdain toward Huang Jingyu, dragged his chair over to Song Qian's side. Pretty young ladies really do say nice things.

Song Qian didn't avoid anything, the smile on her face grew even brighter.

She had actually heard Bai Liang's name many times before—not online, but at her own company.

Her manager was Jia Shikai, the same manager as Yang Yang. From last year until now, he hadn't stopped going on and on about Bai Liang.

Song Qian's ears were practically growing calluses from hearing it.

But facts proved Jia Shikai wasn't wrong at all. This handsome guy in front of her, several years her junior, in a certain sense was currently the top of all young actors.

Huang Jingyu was too embarrassed to praise him to his face, finding it awkward, but she thought it was fine~

Anyway, she was a girl. A girl giving a guy a slightly admiring little look and complimenting him—basic instinct, no difficulty at all.

Mm, a girl born in '87.

Maybe because she debuted through a girl group, Bai Liang didn't react for a moment—this young lady was actually only a year younger than Yang Mi.

She was also thirty, but she did look quite youthful and energetic.

Maybe because she hadn't married or had kids?

They say fame should be achieved early. Clearly, on the same-age track, she had already fallen quite far behind, the gap with those famous "85 Flowers" was just too big.

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Otherwise she wouldn't have ended up acting alongside this loser Huang Jingyu.

Regarding the title "loser," Huang Jingyu was quite indignant, saying just you wait, *Hong Hai Xing Dong* is already locked in for next Spring Festival.

"Must have eaten plenty of sand in Morocco, huh?"

"Your *Zhan Lang 2*, you saw plenty of hippos baring their teeth in Africa too, right?"

"Holy sh*t, how do you even know that?"

"Your little girlfriend Gulina Zha posted it on Weibo." The moment Huang Jingyu said this, he instantly realized something was off, and quickly changed the subject: "Perfect, this time we can PK, both military-themed films."

"Bet?" Bai Liang activated his instinct instantly.

"Bet!"

Watching these two as if possessed by "gambling demons," Song Qian helplessly held her forehead and watched the show.

So annoying, she felt like she had a generation gap with young boys, couldn't keep up with their thought processes.

The bet was on, but the stakes were undecided.

Clearly both wanted to go big, both sitting there pondering.

But after all, they were both artists—stripping and running naked was really too outrageous, inappropriate.

The bet was still being thought over, but Bai Liang felt he had truly experienced the hierarchical nature of a film crew.

Back when he was a small fry himself, he thought it was just like that—lead, supporting role, everyone played together anyway.

And now, he discovered that apart from Song Qian and Huang Jingyu, none of the other actors in the crew, after greeting him, even dared to come over and chat.

Other directors, producers, and the like spoke with excessive politeness, smiles permanently plastered on their faces.

Perhaps it was because Bai Liang was only making a cameo, staying for just two days, so the others had no chance to get to know him.

But before the two of them could come up with a bet, the crew wrapped for the day.

Bai Liang quite naturally invited Song Qian to stroll around Bangkok together, conveniently bringing along Huang Jingyu as a third wheel.

But Huang Jingyu himself felt he was still rather important—after all, Bai Liang already had so many rumored CP pairings; if he got together with Song Qian too, wouldn't that be the end?

However, regarding Bai Liang's long-standing habit of "stealing" his female leads, he felt nothing at all.

He was used to it.

Back when the two were models, the girls were even more willing to stick close to Bai Liang—whenever they went out together, there were always more girls asking Bai Liang for their WeChat.

But this was the first time Song Qian found Huang Jingyu a bit annoying, really hoping he could vanish on the spot.

How could a stroll for two be the same as a stroll for three?

Although subjectively she didn't exactly want to leech off the hype, objectively, leeching off it was pure profit with no loss.

Recently the entertainment circle had a new term: scandal-bundled cross-promotion.

It was used specifically to describe Gulinazha.

Actually, it was somewhat mocking her—after all, the Bai Liang and Dilireba CP hype was going perfectly fine, yet she, this veteran CP contestant, jumped out and forcibly leeched a massive amount of traffic and attention. It was a bit of a hate-fame situation, but overall it was definitely positive gains.

God knew how many female artists had been fiercely tempted.

Even someone of Little Zhao Sister's caliber wasn't above struggling with it, because she could openly join the "battlefield"—but in the end, she gave up for various reasons.

And now, Bai Liang was standing right in front of her; it would be strange if Song Qian's mind didn't wander a little.

"Thailand here is actually still a bit dangerous, not like back home, we need to be extra careful when we go out wandering," Huang Jingyu suddenly thought of something and hurriedly reminded them.

On this point, Bai Liang didn't argue just because his own luck was good.

Other people really did need to be careful—if their luck truly ran out, they might not make it back.

But he also added: "You can run around all you want. If you go missing, I'll just post a missing person notice on Weibo. You're a celebrity—Thailand's officials, if only to save face and protect tourism revenue, would have to find you no matter what."

"Sounds reasonable, but if they wanted to find someone, could they actually do it?"

"Maybe just posting a message in the group chat would be enough to find you," Bai Liang said with a smile.

"Hiss—I kinda want to finish filming early and head back."

If even Huang Jingyu felt that way, Song Qian as a girl felt an even greater chill in her heart—was this real or fake?

"In the future this might actually make a good subject, could make a movie or something."

Bai Liang thought of Jin Cheng—sexy dealer, dealing cards online.

This topic wasn't discussed too much; after all, they were out to have fun, and talking about it too much would ruin the mood.

After eating and wandering around for about two hours, the final stop was naturally to experience a traditional Thai massage.

Of course, not the kind with "color."

But apparently the local name for that sort of thing, "dragon tendon grabbing," was legal here—Bai Liang wasn't entirely sure.

He asked Huang Jingyu, who with a righteous face declared that he knew absolutely nothing about it.

In any case, the three of them ended up finding a perfectly legitimate Thai massage parlor.

Only when dividing up the rooms did a small disagreement arise.

Normally men and women get massaged separately, but after hearing that whole "conspiracy theory" earlier, Song Qian said she didn't quite dare to.

She was scared.

So she applied to share a room with Bai Liang—after all, there was a curtain separating them.

Bai Liang: Sure.

Huang Jingyu: Wait, why can't the three of us be together?

He could be scared too, he could be a coward too.

But Song Qian said: You're such a big hunk, were those muscles for show? Anyone else should be afraid of you!

Huang Jingyu was completely speechless; he was too embarrassed to mention how Bai Liang had ground him into the floor.

Still, with a curtain between them, there really wasn't any risqué scene to see.

Besides, they had changed into the massage clothes.

But Thai massages involve pretty big movements, and the local Thai aunties had strong hands—even Bai Liang almost ended up yelping.

And Song Qian next to him was making sounds that were really...

A bit like the noises at a women's tennis match.

Fortunately, Bai Liang had iron self-control, plus he stared at the masseuse auntie for a good while, managing to suppress the fire under the roof.

After coming out of the Thai massage parlor, Bai Liang looked perfectly normal, while Song Qian's face was beet red.

This made Huang Jingyu unable to help suspecting whether Bai Liang had pulled some shady move.

He even lowered his voice and secretly asked: "Do you need me to cover for you?"

Truly a good brother...

Bai Liang couldn't bear to refuse his enthusiasm: "Uh... then go buy me a mango sticky rice."

A few minutes later, he brought it back.

Huang Jingyu curiously asked: "What's this thing for? What does it do?"

"Song Qian's hungry."

"Huh? How did you know?" Song Qian asked a little embarrassedly.

She thought to herself, could her stomach have growled? That shouldn't be—the sounds from her mouth were louder, they should have drowned out any noise from her stomach.

Bai Liang just smiled, didn't explain anything, waved his hand and went back to his hotel room, hiding his merits and fame deep within.

Huang Jingyu glanced at Song Qian and noticed her eyes had been fixed on Bai Liang the whole time, only turning back to her room once the fellow had vanished from view.

At that moment, a word suddenly popped into his head.

A public fox! —

Third watch, fourteen thousand done. See you tomorrow.

Begging for monthly tickets.

(End of chapter)