Chapter 312

Of course, the rumors about injuries during the show were just nonsense spread by trolls.

But the rumor-mongers actually got lucky once—by sheer accident.

It wasn't Li Yifeng or Wu Moufan who got injured.

What they mainly suffered was emotional trauma; Bai Liang and Jiang Jinfu, though fond of "flying and teleporting" during games, actually played quite cleanly.

No hands wandered, and no one was forced to eat giant pork knuckles.

For them, this was a stroke of luck amid misfortune.

Even if they got knocked over or flipped, they'd usually just plop onto the floor and slide out.

At worst, they'd feel chest tightness and want to spit blood—nothing more than minor bruises.

Even Bai Liang, this "kind-hearted" guy, reached out to steady Li Yifeng when he stumbled mid-layup.

At the time, professional players and athletes in the stands gave him high praise: "Big Immortal plays so cleanly!"

Bai Liang: Actually, I was afraid this kid would fake an injury and quit the game.

I won't allow you to get hurt—even if you do it on purpose!

You've got to finish this game.

Li Yifeng:

And some online rumor-mongers probably never imagined that although no fight broke out during the filming of "This! Is Basketball," after filming ended, someone indeed "got into a fight."

But the battlefield wasn't on the basketball court.

Not long after.

Jing Tian gave Bai Liang a look full of resentment: "I can't go to the Weibo Movie Night—all your fault!"

Hearing this, Bai Liang rubbed his nose, first feeling guilty, then starting to make excuses:

"Sister Tian Tian, last night when I got back, you insisted on clinging to me and made me tell you a story."

"Yes, but you just needed to tell the story!"

Bai Liang gradually found his excuses crumbling—he didn't know how to explain to her that when a man holds a woman, his hands naturally seek something to grip.

It's written into genetic instinct.

And when he gripped, Jing Tian couldn't sit still in his arms—she too sought something to hold.

With both of them grabbing and fumbling like that, what else could happen?

Bai Liang claimed he had considered Jing Tian's physical discomfort at the time.

After this incident, Bai Liang clearly had no choice but to attend the Weibo Movie Night alone.

Jing Tian, meanwhile, needed a little rest—luckily, her injuries were just minor bruises; Bai Liang applied some medicine and that was it.

The issue wasn't serious—at least not serious enough to go to the hospital.

There was talk of a condition called corpus luteum rupture, which was dangerous and absolutely required hospitalization.

Who in the entertainment industry had ever been hospitalized for that?

The Movie Night was a film awards ceremony hosted by Sina, essentially no different in nature from the Weibo Night.

Whereas Weibo Night was a traffic frenzy, Movie Night was mainly attended by film industry figures.

Jing Tian's resentment stemmed from her strong desire to make an appearance.

She'd already prepared her dress and was waiting to walk the red carpet.

Not for any other reason—just to show off.

She'd finally managed to rise up, shaking off the label of box-office poison, only to be "injured privately" the day before her appearance—how frustrating.

"Big Brother Bai, I just got the seating chart from Weibo—take a look."

Taking the phone from Sister Yanzi, Bai Liang glanced at it and quickly spotted the "highlight."

"Why am I seated next to Fan Bingbing? I don't even know this guy—get them to rearrange me."

"Big Brother Bai, are you trying to sit next to Na Zha?" Sister Yanzi's expression barely held steady.

She even suspected that Jing Tian's sudden absence might be because of this.

She couldn't possibly be that "afraid" of Na Zha.

Although Na Zha claimed to be a real-life beauty assassin, relying solely on her face to dominate, and over the past two years had grown even more stunning, now stepping into the spotlight since Fan Bingbing's fall.

But Jing Tian wasn't some nobody—among the top few female celebrities known for photo-killing chemistry, she had a seat.

Her face and figure were top-tier!

The nickname "Unpopular Big Tian Tian" proved people actually thought her face was flawless.

Otherwise, she'd have been called "Ugly person, acting up."

"I don't have to sit next to Na Zha—I can sit next to Li Yifeng. I'll chat with him, review the basketball game." Bai Liang said casually.

When couldn't he chat with Na Zha? It wasn't like he had to do it under cameras.

On the other hand, people like Li Yifeng and Wu Moufan—those were chances you'd never get again.

Who knew when you'd never see them again? So you had to "cherish" them.

But to Sister Yanzi, this sounded very off—hmm… her Big Brother Bai was too "ruthless."

Chasing them down?

She sighed helplessly, "Big Brother Bai, don't just look at who you're sitting next to—look at the row. We're in the front row!"

"So what if we're in the front row? Better view?" Bai Liang said offhandedly—he wasn't clueless, but he was giving Sister Yanzi room to explain.

And sure enough, Sister Yanzi emphasized solemnly: "Position equals status!"

For this Weibo Movie Night, Bai Liang's seat was prominently placed in the front row, alongside Lao Mouzi and Jiang Wen.

Of course, the big directors sat in the center.

Next to Bai Liang sat one of the industry's top female stars.

Li Bingbing, Xu Qing, and others.

It's not that these big names are still that hot right now—after all, they're veterans, and their status and standing in the industry are still there.

The standout newcomers, like Na Zha, Li Yifeng, Zhou Dongyu, and others, are all sitting in the second row.

Even Peng Yuyan, an early-famous post-80s star, was arranged into the second row.

Yet Bai Liang, a post-90s, appeared in a first-row seat on the seating chart—this could very well get him dragged through a wave of hit pieces later.

Sister Yanzi felt that fortune and misfortune hung together here; this wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Flowers piled on brocade, oil poured on raging fire.

She smelled a whiff of what looked like a kill-by-praise. Her own Little Brother Bai was just too young!

Besides, he didn't need this kind of "face" to elevate himself.

Still, since the organizers had arranged it this way, he'd sit!

Sister Yanzi declared that her eighteen legions of water troops were ready—anyone who dared pop up and set the tempo would get taken down!

—

The red carpet segment—a contest of beauties.

It had always been a battleground that female stars had to fight over.

But in the post-Fan Fan Bingbing era, the red carpet always felt like it was missing something.

That woman who dared wear her ambition and a dragon robe on her body seemed to have vanished completely from the entertainment circle in just a few short months.

The reason everyone felt this way, even started to miss that woman, was mainly because the Little Yellow Duck walking the red carpet right now—Zhou Dongyu—had a figure that really wasn't much to look at.

Felt like she'd never grown up at all; casting her as a Gao Zhongsheng now wouldn't feel out of place at all.

Next up was an even more "heavyweight." "Oh yo, Lu Han's girlfriend!"

Because of that identity, Bai Liang couldn't help sneaking a few extra glances.

The first thing he saw was naturally those long legs—this Miss, only twenty-one this year, stood over 172 cm tall, and those outrageously long legs were seriously eye-catching.

While looking at the legs, Bai Liang mentally gave Lu Han a thumbs-up—brother, you're eating well!

But when he continued looking upward, he suddenly froze a little.

Crap!

Lord Bai Da had only misjudged three people in his life: Chief Chen, Wen Tailai the Thunder-Hand, and the masked man in white from *Ye Yan*.

And today he'd encountered the fourth.

The moment he saw Guan Xiaotong's face, Bai Liang had a strange sense of déjà vu.

As if a Young Pioneer, wearing a red scarf, was saluting him and then glaring, ready to dock his points.

This guy Lu Han—should he be called a "beast," or should it be said he had unique taste?

!

Doesn't he feel guilty when doing the deed?

Fortunately, the next one to appear was Na Zha!

Bai Liang felt quite a sense of relief, and at the same time felt plenty of others heave a sigh of relief too.

That's right~ this is what a red carpet should be! Can everyone just follow this standard?

Na Zha delivered a steady performance!

A flowing sky-blue chiffon gown, curves just right, fully showcasing a woman's unique charm.

The light chiffon fabric of the dress was dotted with countless sparkling rhinestones, dazzling brightly.

Her taut face looked beautiful and coolly alluring, and walking the red carpet she radiated full presence.

The hem of the gown was also cleverly designed, with a high slit showing off a pair of long legs.

With every step, those long, taut, powerful slender legs flickered in and out of view.

Too bad she couldn't keep it up from start to finish.

After accidentally spotting a capybara poking its head around, Na Zha instantly broke into a grin.

Her cool allure was completely shattered; she stood there giggling, transforming in an instant into a silly Bai Tian.

Her brain overheated, and she nearly turned around and walked back.

Luckily the red carpet host held her back a bit, or else she really would have gone back to find Bai Liang and walked it again.

Na Zha's "collapse" in the second half clearly still couldn't fill the gap left by that vanished woman, leaving everyone a bit disappointed.

Dilireba: Mm, I want to give it a try~

But her stage wasn't this movie night—it was the later Golden Eagle Festival.

Compared to the way female stars and the red carpet elevated each other, male artists walking the red carpet was relatively far more dull.

Only those with high popularity, like Bai Liang and Li Yifeng, could get the scene a little hyped up, and the media were a bit more enthusiastic too.

As for their outfits, there certainly weren't as many tricks as the female stars'.

Bai Liang still couldn't figure out to this day how his fans managed to tell apart his several suits that looked practically identical.

Still, the fans were more into the "brand claim" game.

Every time Bai Liang showed up wearing a particular brand's clothes, that brand would eagerly jump out and shout: ours, ours~

Then the fans would go join the fun, all kinds of interactive flattery.

He himself didn't really feel much about it now—anyway, when attending events like this, a pile of brands would eagerly send clothes over for him to pick from.

All that so-called Gao She stuff.

He didn't care much about it, but considering his fans did, Bai Liang tried his best to make himself look "fashionable" each time.

Of course, he definitely wouldn't wear anything too outlandish.

Nor did he need to learn from certain male artists who dug out their mom's clothes to wear for attention.

"Oh my, what a cute color for your handkerchief!"

After entering the venue, Na Zha was indeed waiting for him there.

After cheerfully examining the decorative handkerchief in Bai Liang's suit pocket, she asked seemingly offhandedly, "Why didn't Sister Tian Tian come?"

"She's not feeling well," Bai Liang said honestly.

"I see~"

Na Zha clearly didn't take it that way; the smile on her face grew even wider, with even a hint of smugness.

Bai Liang didn't need to think hard to know what she was so pleased about, but he didn't call her out on it—who'd bother with something so silly?

"Later, have someone swap seats with you and sit behind me, okay~"

Hearing this, Na Zha's eyes lit up, but she deliberately put on a troubled look. "I'm sitting dead center in the second row. If you want me to move to the very edge, how are you going to make it up to me?"

Hearing her say that, Bai Liang did feel it was a bit improper. The dead-center seat in the second row—Na Zha had been in the industry for seven years since her debut.

That seat represented her status as one of the most popular young actresses today.

For him to ask her to move to the very edge of the second row with just one sentence was indeed a bit too selfish.

"How about I swap seats with someone and move next to you?"

"No way! You're sitting in the first row! You can't move at all!"

Na Zha got anxious all at once, firmly opposing Bai Liang's suggestion.

And she raised a very valid point: who would dare swap seats with Bai Liang? Is the first row that easy to sit in?

However, when the two arrived at their seats, something suddenly felt off.

Bai Liang's original seat now had Peng Yuyan's name card on it, while Bai Liang's name card had been placed on Li Bingbing's seat.

"Is Li Bingbing not coming either?" Na Zha asked, slightly puzzled.

She could have sworn she'd seen Li Bingbing today.

"Look, there she is, second row."

Bai Liang's eyes were sharp—he immediately spotted Li Bingbing's name card placed on a certain seat in the second row.

At this point, Na Zha was still scratching her head, seemingly unable to figure out what was going on.

Bai Liang: Now this is getting interesting!

He suddenly stopped talking about swapping seats, winked at Na Zha, and said, "Let's sit down first~"

"Where do I sit?" Na Zha glanced toward the seat with Li Bingbing's name on it—the one very close to Bai Liang.

Besides, she figured Li Bingbing was a big senior, so if she voluntarily gave up the dead-center seat in the second row, it would look modest and endearing, and netizens would surely praise her for it~

Better to act than just think about it!

Just as she couldn't resist reaching out to swap the name cards, she was stopped by Bai Liang.

"Silly girl. This isn't something you should get involved in. Sit down obediently."

Na Zha blinked innocently, pouting her little lips, seeming a bit unconvinced.

But she didn't argue back, and obediently sat down in her own seat.

Be good for now, and when no one's around, settle the score with him!

How dare he call her silly.

(End of chapter)