Chapter 46: Problems With My Thinking (Request Follows, Request Monthly Votes)

After filming wrapped, Bai Liang suddenly found himself once again in that pitiful state of having nowhere to go.

There's still time before joining the cast of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"; this time it's not like he's sneaking in mid-production, so he can't just show up and report in.

The actor lineup has just been finalized, and all the pre-production preparations aren't finished yet.

But the so-called "nowhere to go" was really just a sense of aimless confusion.

Just then, Huang Jingyu was screaming in Beijing, saying he'd been on a few shows and was bored stiff, and told Bai Liang to come over and hang out.

"Hmm… I'm not really brave enough to go."

Bai Liang insisted he was still that honest, reliable young man who loved telling the truth.

Huang Jingyu immediately panicked, "What, you think I'm gonna do something to you or what?"

"I'm not afraid of that—you probably can't beat me anymore."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I can pin you down with one hand!"

Talking about this, Huang Jingyu got fired up—he'd won the Shanghai Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Championship (SHBJJ).

Do you even know what the value of "champion" means?

Little Bai Liang? One-handed control.

Bai Liang didn't argue about it—he'd never even heard of that competition… he'd just beat him up a few times when they met next.

He knew Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu now too~ He'd even picked up wrestling and kickboxing along the way.

But he couldn't say anything now—let him think he was strong.

Especially after witnessing how Chen Yao "got into character," Bai Liang was worried about his mental state.

Then Huang Jingyu asked, "What do you think of my previous performances?"

"Hmm… terrible acting, awful lines, stiff expressions…"

After this string of critiques, Huang Jingyu on the other end of the phone turned red-hot—but couldn't retort.

"But."

"I knew there'd be a but! Come on, praise me!"

"No technique, pure emotion—you acted amazingly!"

After saying that, Bai Liang hung up the phone at the speed of a League of Legends Grandmaster.

Three seconds later, as expected, the call came back.

Didn't answer.

After several more attempts, Bai Liang figured the kid had cooled down, so he finally picked up.

"You son of a bitch!"

After cursing, Huang Jingyu calmed down considerably and started complaining about Bai Liang, "Why don't you even have a Weibo? I was hoping you'd help me promote it!"

"You have one?"

"Of course I do—tens of thousands of followers, about to hit a hundred thousand! The original novel of this drama's got serious attention."

"Impressive!"

After showing off, Huang Jingyu felt it was pointless—what's the point of two noobs pecking at each other?

Those top streamers have tens of millions of followers; his hundred thousand meant nothing compared to them.

But he never expected Bai Liang to be this laid-back.

He'd turned down Yang Xing's olive branch and had zero interest in self-promotion.

Huang Jingyu had only acted in one drama, but Bai Liang had already acted in three!

And still acted like this…

Sometimes, people with ambition feel a strange sense of "frustrated disappointment" when they see others slacking off.

Bai Liang's counterattack was direct: "Keep yapping, and I'll steal your job."

"Don't do it, Brother Liang!"

After Huang Jingyu quieted down, he still reminded Bai Liang to help promote it.

He'd hoped Bai Liang would quickly register and verify a Weibo account—he knew "Wushen Zhao Zilong" was coming out soon and would easily attract followers.

The idea was good, but Bai Liang executed it badly.

Help promote?

No problem!

First, he recommended it to his relatives, then sent texts and called every friend he knew.

Uniform script: "My friend's in a drama—it's really good, please support!"

He didn't forget to post it on Moments either.

Everyone was polite and promised to support it.

Bai Liang screenshot some of the messages and sent them to Huang Jingyu, who immediately broke down.

"Your… your parents' screenshots—did you really send those to your parents?"

"Huh? There's more—I sent it to my grandma too. She's over sixty, knows how to use a computer. Don't worry, my grandma's super modern—loves TV dramas and web series."

In fact, if his great-grandmother weren't nearly ninety, Bai Liang would've recommended it to her too.

Huang Jingyu: ……

Sometimes he felt utterly helpless, a crushing wave of shame washing over him—worse than filming a kiss scene with a guy.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was impressive, but right now he felt as powerless as a child.

Bai Liang was such a good friend—he was genuinely promoting "Addicted" to everyone he knew.

Even the gym owner hadn't been spared.

The gorgeous gym owner had often asked him when he'd come back to work out; Jiang Jinfu had gone to Japan, and Bai Liang had joined the cast—her two star attractions were both gone.

It was almost like longing had turned into a river.

Exercise was definitely not to be skipped, and he might as well recommend her his good buddy's new drama.

But after briefly learning about the original novel of this drama, the boss lady's eyes lit up brilliantly.

She immediately followed Huang Jingyu on Weibo and asked Bai Liang if he could bring this friend to work out.

At the same time, she sized him up, as if regretting something.

The way she muttered the word "friend" sounded oddly off.

Clearly, her thoughts had gone astray—she'd misunderstood.

But she wasn't the only one with twisted thoughts.

On the day "Addicted" premiered, Bai Liang had set up his laptop at Na Zha's place, looking deeply troubled.

Originally, Bai Liang had wanted to ask whether Mencius was still in Shanghai.

Nothing special—just a little miss for Sister Qian.

Big sister knows how to take care of people better than little miss~ Eating with her was incredibly fun.

They could even watch "Addicted" together as a group; with Big Sister there, Bai Liang felt he could handle it.

But this little miss had somehow squeezed in time to join a drama shoot, and Sister Qian had returned to Changchun.

Everyone else was the same—suddenly, in the vast metropolis of Shanghai, he couldn't find a single pretty girl to watch the drama with.

Na Zha, Jin Cheng, Chen Yao, Mencius… all were gone.

Busy. All of them were busy.

It's good they're busy.

At that moment, a faint noise suddenly came from the door.

"Hi~"

Bai Liang turned his head and saw Na Zha, looking slightly worn from travel, opening the door with her little assistant.

"Huh? Why are you back?"

"This is my home, can't I come back?"

"No, it's just… do you sleep here tonight?"

"Of course I'm sleeping at home," Na Zha said as if it were obvious.

But her forceful motion while changing shoes still revealed a hint of unease.

She was nervous.

Na Zha wouldn't admit she'd rushed back because, after receiving Bai Liang's message, her assistant had given her a rather terrifying reminder.

No way! She had to come back and find out exactly what was going on!