Chapter 67

Chen Yao was extremely nervous right now!

Because a few days ago, when chatting with Bai Liang, she mentioned: she had studied the book he gave her, but was completely baffled.

Hmm... the civil service exam was still too big a leap for Chen Yao; she truly had no way to handle it.

But she had only mentioned it offhand, not actually intending to take the exam; still, since the book was a gift from Bai Liang, she occasionally took it out to flip through and glance at.

Then Bai Liang said: I'll summarize some notes for you then~

This thing wasn't study material to Chen Yao—it was more like... a gift.

The meaning was different.

But today, when Cai Yinong called her over, she couldn't help but feel a jolt—could it be that someone had reported her reading "frivolous books" to the boss?

She wasn't disloyal!

I'm innocent, Clear Soup Great Lord~

If you really want to catch a "mole," you should go after Jin Cheng—she's suspicious.

Chen Yao suppressed her urge to "report the mole"; after all, her boss hadn't said anything yet—if she jumped the gun, it would be terribly disloyal.

But Cai Yinong smiled as she sized her up, then nodded approvingly and said softly: "Chen Yao, if the company arranges for you to promote a CP with Bai Liang when 'The Mindless Master' airs, will you feel uncomfortable?"

Chen Yao froze, then instinctively her eyes lit up, her cheeks puffed out, and she nearly laughed out loud—could such a thing really happen?!

Still, she didn't have any strange thoughts; unlike Na Zha, that kind of love-struck fool, Chen Yao remained calm on this matter.

She also wouldn't be as wild as Jin Cheng.

So she pursed her lips and said softly: "I'll follow whatever the company decides."

Cai Yinong was very satisfied—everyone should be this obedient.

Too bad the company's feng shui had gone wrong—it kept producing "traitors" and "love-struck fools."

After encouraging Chen Yao, Cai Yinong had officially settled the matter.

This wasn't quite "stabbing in the back" like Na Zha—it was for promotion, after all.

In her view, Bai Liang was surprisingly versatile; his CP chemistry with anyone was quite good.

The online buzz and public momentum had zero effect on Bai Liang himself.

After Sister Yanzi helped set up his Weibo, he didn't even glance at it; he didn't care how many followers he gained.

So he didn't know that after he uploaded those materials, a bunch of fan girls were utterly confused.

Wait, we're following Actor Bai Liang's account!

The account was verified, and it even listed his only current "masterpiece."

But his first Weibo was just a simple "Hello everyone."

The next day, he shared a weird netdisk link.

When they clicked it—it was a book of heavenly script!

This content was way too advanced for the fan girls; they didn't understand it, but they were deeply shocked!

After discussing it together, they felt it was impressive—but still couldn't figure out why he posted it.

But this incident didn't cause any real impact yet; after all, Bai Liang had only just created a new account—his follower count kept rising, but he was still far behind many well-known celebrities in the industry.

Not to mention far behind Mencius Yi—even though most of her Weibo comments were insults.

So Bai Liang's little Weibo antics had only spread among his new followers so far.

He hadn't been noticed by marketing accounts yet—or rather, since he hadn't paid for promotion, they couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

Although "The God of War Zhao Zilong" was still airing, his role as Lü Bu had already "died"—officially off-screen with no more scenes.

Even the CP hype with Na Zha had gradually faded; in showbiz, there's always something fresher popping up.

As "Actor Bai Liang," his voice was temporarily on pause.

He might have to wait for another "fated one."

The "Legend of the Condor" set, already filming for some time, was peaceful and serene.

Previously, Mencius Yi's team's maneuvers had made other actresses, especially Li Yitong, feel wary.

That was normal; they were all newcomers who barely knew each other, yet you dared to "outshine" Lin Yue'er.

Facing such a "fierce person," instinctively avoiding confrontation was perfectly normal.

Usually, under such circumstances, the final dynamic would be... not too close, not too distant—just normal coworkers, oh, and maybe a little cautious.

Especially Mencius Yi's appearance... at first glance, beautiful and aggressively striking.

She was born to play seductive villainesses; it was easy for those unfamiliar with her to misjudge her as a manipulative little green tea.

Luckily, she had Bai Liang~

He didn't go out of his way to ease tensions—he just carried on normally.

Everyone loved hanging out with him; Mencius Yi wasn't so annoying that people hated her just because she constantly trailed after Bai Liang.

The more time they spent together, the more they realized... she seemed a bit... hmm, hard to describe.

Thus, the set's atmosphere returned to normal.

"Help! Help!"

Seeing Li Yitong running over in costume, flustered, Bai Liang thought she'd run into trouble: "What's wrong?"

"Which 'tong' is the 'tong' in Li Yitong?"

Bai Liang: "... Are you serious? Isn't that your own name?"

"Oh come on, my real name is Li Xue—this is my stage name... a fan came to visit me, I got so nervous I forgot how to write my own name and couldn't sign autographs."

For an unknown artist, having genuine fans come to visit meant something special.

Beside her, Mencius Yi looked envious—fans came to visit!

"Where's the pen? I'll write it for you."

"The pen... I forgot to bring the pen. Write it on my hand—I'll look at it and remember!"

Thus, Bai Liang, ever the one to "extend a helping hand," pinched Li Yitong's small hand and scribbled on her palm.

It was clear Li Yitong was genuinely nervous—she wrote it several times but still couldn't recognize the character.

Finally, Mencius couldn't watch anymore: "How much longer are you two going to hold hands?!"

She pulled out her phone: "Your WeChat name is Li Yitong—just check your phone!"

"Oh right! Thank you!"

It came quickly and went quickly—Bai Liang had only briefly touched her small hand.

Honestly, it was quite soft.

"Is her hand soft?"

A faint, wistful voice came from beside him.

But Bai Liang was never one to fear death: "Without comparison, I can't really tell the difference anyway, and I was focused entirely on writing just now."

Watching Bai Liang's utterly fearless and innocent expression, Mencius had no way to deal with him.

But since no one was around, she suddenly felt a surge of mischief—she reached out with her wicked hands and squeezed that seemingly harmless, handsome face hard.

Bai Liang was only slightly surprised—he'd experienced this more than once; it didn't shock him.

Calmly waiting for her to finish, he then asked:

"How was the texture?"

"It's... okay~ Not as comfortable as rubbing my own face."

Really? I don't believe you~

But Bai Liang refused to fall for her wicked trap—want him to rub her back? Dream on~

He stood up, brushing off his pants, and before he'd even done anything, Mencius turned red and panicked: "W-what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ask the producer and director for leave—next week, 'The Mindless Master' airs, so I need to leave the set for a few days to promote it."

For some reason, when Bai Liang mentioned this, he seemed to smell... the scent of a "rich woman."

Perhaps some "fated person" was about to spend money on him again.

Tomorrow I'm going home to take the provincial exam.

May Brother Liang protect me.