Chapter 448

When the show's director slipped and fell into the ocean ball pit, it so happened that everyone else was looking at Bai Liang at that moment.

The few crew members who rushed over were the ones the director had called to explain and take the blame.

Whether Bai Liang was genuinely angry or just using the incident to flex his status, the director didn't want to step forward and get scolded, so naturally he made his subordinates take the hit.

One sentence: he couldn't be offended.

He tried to recreate the scene of "retreating behind the crowd," but when he fell in, not a single person noticed!

It wasn't until over a minute of struggling inside that someone finally realized something was wrong.

A slightly dazed-looking girl—probably a crew member—held a bottle of mineral water and said, surprised but calm:

"Oh~ Director, you fell in."

But because her voice was too soft, even though she warned them, hardly anyone paid attention.

Only when she stamped her foot and said it again did everyone realize the director was submerged in the ocean balls, with only one hand sticking out.

They immediately scrambled into frantic rescue mode.

Just a moment ago, Bai Liang had lifted Li Yitong out with one hand; now, five or six people struggled to rescue the director and took another two minutes to pull him out.

The director, finally dragged ashore, looked exactly like a stranded fish—pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat.

How to put it? He'd experienced the feeling of sinking into quicksand right in the heart of the city's CBD.

After sitting there for a few minutes, he wiped his seat—there was a puddle.

Who the hell?

At that moment, the dazed girl was suddenly tapped on the shoulder; she turned around, her cheeks instinctively flushed red, then seemed to pale.

Her face screamed "afraid"—she thought Bai Liang, after lashing out at the crew, now wanted to "bully" her, a lowly staff member.

But Bai Liang only smiled at her, reached out, and took the mineral water bottle from her hand—it was still half-full.

Girl: I—I already drank from it.

Bai Liang: You don't want the director to see that among everyone, only you're holding water.

Doesn't matter if it's true or not—you can't explain it away.

He casually passed the bottle behind him; Huang Jingyu, standing just to his side and rear, instantly understood, took the bottle, and passed it further back.

At that moment, the guests—whether familiar or not—suddenly stood on the same side, quietly passing along the "evidence."

It traveled all the way to Fan Fan Chengcheng, who had been pushed to the very back.

The kid blinked, then, using others as cover, decisively shoved the bottle into some hiding spot.

Destroy the evidence!

The host, Hua Shao, watched this with twitching eyelids, opening his mouth but holding back.

But when Bai Liang's gaze turned toward him, he instantly straightened his spine, signaling with his eyes: I saw nothing!

The girl was still dazed, confused about her water being "taken."

Only when she finally saw the puddle on the ground did she understand what had happened.

Wow!

Her gaze toward Bai Liang instantly changed.

Bai Liang's "brain-dead fan" count +1

Li Yitong quietly stepped forward, blocking the girl's view.

Damn it, she felt like she'd swapped places with Meng Jie back then.

Stealing felt thrilling, but guarding made her want to scream inside: You fox, calm down!

It's too hard!

Just keeping an eye on the two female guests on the show was already exhausting, and now Bai Liang kept flirting with everyone.

You can't fear the thief stealing—you fear the thief thinking about it.

Someone like Bai Liang is constantly surrounded by thieves who keep watching him; the only way to guard against it seems to be:

Stick to him.

The only ones who seem capable of this are his assistants—none of these female artists could do it unless they completely abandoned their careers.

"Props! Where are the props!"

The director was furious—the consequences were severe.

As the saying goes, you don't know pain until the knife cuts your skin; without experiencing it yourself, no one realizes how terrifying these harmless-looking ocean balls can be—worse than a water pool.

In water, at least you can thrash around; in ocean balls, there's no purchase, no matter how hard you push—it only makes you more panicked, leading to breathlessness.

It had left a deep psychological scar on the director.

After berating the planner and props crew, two additional staff members were immediately assigned to this segment, tied with ropes as safety officers.

At the same time, the depth of the ocean balls was reduced from 1.7 meters to about 1.4 meters.

But the director never expected his "good fortune" was still coming~

After resuming filming, Bai Liang showed off his stamina—while Huang Jingyu chased him from behind, he never once let the guy catch even a glimpse of his taillights.

He powered through all the segments in one go.

The cameraman following him collapsed from exhaustion—even though they didn't participate in any activities and only had to run alongside.

Seeing this, the director's team finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: this segment wasn't hard for Bai Liang; the guy probably wouldn't cause trouble again.

Then Fan Fan Chengcheng hit them with a big one.

When Bai Liang switched from prey to hunter, the kid was chased like a dog~

Every time he looked back, he saw that face, smiling warmly.

The guy just kept jogging behind him, calm and unhurried; the guests all said: they'd already poured an entire Pacific's worth of water.

And then, as expected, Fan Fan Chengcheng collapsed.

This kid really can't run anymore, because that constant feeling of something "evil" trailing behind him, plus the tension in his heart, further drains his already scarce stamina.

And he couldn't help wondering: Is this punishment for calling me "Brother-in-Law" out of nowhere?

But when he finally collapsed from exhaustion, "Brother-in-Law" crouched right in front of him, genuinely concerned, checking his condition.

Then, he slipped him a sly glance and gave him a light kick with his foot.

Fan Fan Chengcheng: Holy shit! Brother-in-Law, I get it!

Instantly turned into a drama king.

"Still filming?! Where's the doctor?! He's having a seizure, foaming at the mouth!"

Production crew:???

Where's the doctor?

Two kilometers away.

And before Bai Liang shouted, not a single crew member had come to check on this kid's condition.

They just kept filming.

If something serious had happened, by the time anyone arrived, the guest would probably already be dead.

Chaos erupted again—today's episode was truly full of twists and turns.

It tested not only the guests' physical endurance but also the production crew's patience.

Yet when the crew's medical staff finally arrived, Fan Fan Chengcheng had already "regained consciousness," feeling pain in his chest and a burning sensation on his philtrum.

Bai Liang: Don't worry, I didn't break any of your ribs~ I held back.

Standard CPR really requires considerable force—it's easy to snap a few ribs.

But for an act like this, Bai Liang wouldn't go that far.

Still, this stunt genuinely terrified the production crew.

A crowd gathered around Fan Fan Chengcheng, offering sympathy and concern, and he played his part perfectly—the sweat on his forehead seemed to prove just how dire his condition was.

"Did the on-site medical staff take so long to arrive?"

When the director heard Bai Liang's quiet, chilling tone, he felt like he was having a panic attack.

Shit!

Is this guy about to start again?

Bai Liang: Your shitty-ass show has such terrible safety measures, and now you're saying I'm starting again?

I told you, this time my tantrum is righteous!

It's not about showing off.

If someone on this show actually dies from exhaustion, every single one of you will be screwed.

The director will be first in line.

In a way, Bai Liang is saving the director's career.

No need to thank me~

Undoubtedly, once he had "turned" all the guests against the crew, the pressure on the production team became immense.

Most celebrities wouldn't dare offend Zhe Lan TV, a top-tier satellite channel—some things you just endure.

If things got too bad, you could always quit.

But if there's a leader standing up front, and you still won't follow him into battle, then whatever hardship comes is deserved.

At this moment, using Fan Fan Chengcheng's "collapse" as a catalyst, one guest after another voiced their complaints, pointing out where the crew had failed.

Pressure hit its peak!

Li Yitong, as one of today's "victims," didn't join the chaos; instead, she acted somewhat selfishly.

She looked at Bai Liang with concern and whispered:

"Fox, if you keep sticking your neck out like this, what if they target you later? The scissors are in their hands."

In many variety shows, post-production sometimes uses devilish editing to deliberately stir up conflict, making it easy for guests to get vilified.

Many celebrities have fallen victim to this.

Li Yitong worried that Bai Liang's blunt questioning on camera today would make him a target for similar treatment.

"No way? I already cleverly proved I'm not being dramatic—how could they smear me?"

Bai Liang insisted he was smart—he'd already laid the groundwork with his chase scene with Huang Jingyu, to avoid being labeled as spoiled or pretentious later.

I experienced it myself, felt no real pressure, and spoke up for others—how could they still smear me?

Li Yitong: You overestimate the integrity of these shows.

Some people are just like that—they won't reflect on themselves, but instead think: If it weren't for Bai Liang meddling, none of this would've happened.

They might even blame him for Fan Fan Chengcheng's "seizure" just to shift responsibility.

Why did you give him so much pressure?

Bai Liang: Seriously?

Seeing the pure, uncorrupted look on his face—like someone who'd never been beaten by dirty tricks—the evil little cat nodded firmly. "It's totally possible. You better make Sister Yanzi keep an eye on things!"

"Don't worry, good people get good rewards~" Bai Liang waved his hand.

His casual, unconcerned attitude made Li Yitong anxious—wasn't he usually so smart? Why was he being so naive now?

Good people get good rewards?

That sounds like a fairy tale.

Just as she was about to say more, the production crew seemed to have surrendered, calling on the guests to wrap up this episode and promising improvements for the next recording.

But their coldness was painfully obvious.

Apparently someone had spoken to Hua Shao—during the final on-camera segments, he no longer dragged the topic back to Bai Liang, as if trying to erase his presence.

To Li Yitong, these signs made her bad premonition grow stronger.

The others, too, felt something amiss, if only slightly.

"If you start a Weibo feud later, give me a heads-up," Huang Jingyu slapped Bai Liang's arm, signaling: just do it~

"Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai, I'll help prove you're not acting aloof," Song Zuer seized the chance to declare.

"I'll help too~"

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Bai Liang smiled warmly at Dou Xiao Bai, his gaze saying: See? Good people get good rewards~

Li Yitong: Let them wait until their team is willing to offend Zhe Lan TV~ Foolish male fox!

Just before they prepared to return to the hotel, two figures appeared before them.

One was a deputy director from the production team; the other, the dazed little girl who had held the mineral water bottle earlier.

"Teacher Bai, this girl wants to take a photo with you."

Li Yitong's eyes widened: A deputy director helping a crew member ask for a photo?

Was that reasonable?

Bai Liang, seemingly not overthinking it, waved his hand to signal the girl to come over.

She stood obediently beside him, slightly nervous.

As the two posed for the photo, Li Yitong couldn't help asking the deputy director: "Is she your relative?"

The deputy director quickly waved his hands. "Don't go saying she's the daughter of some station boss—she's a freshman, interning with our show."

"How big a boss?"

Faced with Li Yitong's "police interrogation," the deputy director had no choice. For Bai Liang's sake, he lowered his voice: "Number two."

Okay okay okay!

Li Yitong realized she'd worried for nothing. The general manager's daughter was now a fangirl of the male fox.

Yet now her gaze at the deputy director had turned suspicious.

The Shandong girl's instincts told her this might involve internal station politics.

The deputy director smiled but said nothing.

But his expression seemed to say: I really want to advance!

Someone like him, who can't swing left or right properly, can only climb upward.

After returning to the hotel, Li Yitong told Bai Liang what she'd just learned, then couldn't help asking: "Do you know who that girl is?"

"No idea. Where would I even find out?" Bai Liang answered honestly.

"You guy… is your luck just too good?!" Li Yitong scratched her head, unable to resist exclaiming.

This hit the nail on the head.

Bai Liang: Miss, you read people well!

The sky had begun to lighten; this recording had gone all night—impossible not to marvel at how inhuman this show was.

Meanwhile, Fan Fan Chengcheng, lying in the hospital, had just finished a call with his agent, frowning deeply.

He couldn't help calling his sister again.

"Fan Fan Chengcheng, it's six in the morning—I've slept less than five hours, and you woke me up! If you don't give me an explanation, I'll make Bai Liang beat you senseless!"

Listening to his sister's furious voice, Fan Fan Chengcheng apologized aloud, but muttered inwardly: Still saying she's not sister-in-law?

Then he quickly recounted everything that had happened that night.

The anger on the other end vanished instantly.

Fan Bingbing thought for a moment, then calmly said: "You did right. Just cooperate with him. Don't overthink it."

"But my agent just told me Brother-in-law might offend Zhe Lan TV…"

"With his status and clout, how easy is it to offend them? Besides, he's as close to Mango TV as if he wore the same pants—Weibo treats him like his own father. If they clash, Zhe Lan TV's own dark history won't hurt him much."

"Sis, what should I do if something happens later?"

"What to do? Where'd your nerve go to shout 'Brother-in-law'?" Fan Bingbing chuckled.

"Mainly, my agent told me to keep some distance, don't offend Zhe Lan TV…"

Before he finished, Fan Bingbing cut him off: "Du Hua has decent taste in artists, but that's about it. Whose advice do you follow—hers or mine?"

"Yours!"

"Good~ Remember this: no matter what, no matter the situation, stand by Bai Liang. Don't waver."

After hanging up, Fan Bingbing reviewed the situation and felt her judgment was sound.

Bai Liang's current status is even higher than her peak—today, with TV stations losing influence, such artists aren't easy to target.

Crucially, he's also extremely well-liked.

After considering everything, Fan Bingbing wanted to sleep again—but her brother's two late-night calls had left her restless.

She couldn't fall asleep again.

Meanwhile, Dou Xiao Bai, mindful of Bai Liang's heavy workload tonight, kindly asked:

"Male fox, are you tired?"

"A little. Why?" Bai Liang wasn't made of iron; after such intense activity in the early hours, he was yawning constantly.

But Dou Xiao Bai said nothing—only reached out to feel his energy.

Ten seconds later, she scolded: "You're clearly full of energy~"

Bai Liang:. These are two different systems.

But it was too late now—he had no choice but to accept.

He couldn't help sighing again: Good people get good "rewards."

(End of chapter)