Chapter 406

Huh? Deng Ziqi blinked, then burst into laughter.

"Thank goodness I'm not an actress, or I'd be fighting you all for the female lead."

"Wait, no—I'm practically Su Meng's official male supporting actor now, right? No one can take my role!"

Xiao Xiao Yueyue shuffled over with a sheepish grin.

"Ziqi, that male supporting role…"

Deng Ziqi gave him a disgusted look, full of contempt.

"You're too ugly—you don't deserve it!"

Puff~~~ Xiao Xiao Yueyue clutched his chest as if pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Boss Yang, seeing her smug expression, spoke softly.

"No one will compete with you for the male supporting role."

"But as a singer, someone might compete with you for songs…"

Huh? Deng Ziqi froze, whirling to stare intently at Bai Xiao Ling.

"That's right! I'm a professional singer too—why does Su Meng give all his good songs to you?"

"Because you're taller than me, prettier than me, younger than me…"

The more she spoke, the weaker her voice became.

Bai Xiao Ling, seeing the silent rivalry at the table, sighed helplessly.

"Maybe… I'm just luckier?"

Emmm… Everyone instantly fell silent.

Luckier? Can something like this really be explained by luck?

But they didn't know—it really was just because she was luckier…

Bai Xiao Ling shook her head and turned to the director.

"Director, how's things with Teacher Su? Did they find the student?"

"Oh, by the way, should we save some food for them?"

The director was also thoroughly worn out.

"Well, Su Meng didn't just find the student."

"He also uncovered two fake monks, two con artists, and two human traffickers…"

???? Everyone's heads suddenly sprouted giant question marks.

What did Su Meng even do? How did he dig up a whole bunch of bad people?

…

At Wang Dashan's home, Grandma had already cooked the meal.

The food was simple: just a pot of rice and two bowls of greens.

Grandma felt embarrassed.

"Wait just a moment longer—I still have a few chickens at home; I'll slaughter one."

"Grandma Dashan, no need, no need—this is already plenty."

Teacher Yuanyuan quickly stopped her.

"We'll eat lightly—we have to head back to school soon."

After repeated persuasion, Grandma Dashan sat down reluctantly and began eating.

Teacher Yuanyuan glanced over and noticed Su Meng eating his rice with greens with obvious delight, and grew curious.

"Teacher Su, I thought stars at your level would be picky eaters."

Su Meng shoved a mouthful of rice in, his words muffled.

"So what if I'm a star? Stars are still people—when you're hungry, everything tastes good."

"I've hiked this far with you today—I've been starving, my stomach's been growling."

"Besides, Grandma Dashan's cooking is delicious."

Grandma Dashan still felt awkward.

"It's just that there wasn't enough time—if there had been, I'd have slaughtered a chicken…"

Before she finished speaking, a voice came from outside.

"Auntie, I've brought some vegetables for the two teachers!"

With the voice, a middle-aged woman entered, holding a bowl.

The bowl was piled high.

"I slaughtered a chicken at home and rushed it over—didn't delay the teachers' meal, did I?"

As she spoke, more people entered one after another, each carrying a bowl or a basin.

"We had some leftover cured pork—brought it all for the teachers."

"I caught a fish the other day while washing clothes by the river and made fish soup."

"We had no meat at home, so I just picked fresh vegetables from the field…"

Soon, the small table was completely covered with dishes.

Seeing this, countless viewers in the livestream felt their noses suddenly sting.

…

On the official Weibo of a famous temple, a message suddenly appeared.

"Monks embrace the emptiness of all things; money is merely external."

"Our temple's many monks, guided by the Buddha's teachings, harbor compassion and generously aid the world."

"The offerings from all you virtuous men and women are mostly taken from the people and used for the people."

"Image 1: Donating to a disaster-stricken area."

"Image 2: Carrying out free medical consultation activities."

"Image 3..."

"Image 4..."

Below, the nine-grid images were all photos of charity activities.

Most people following this Weibo were virtuous men and women; seeing this message, though finding it somewhat inexplicable, they still left comments below immediately.

"Amitabha! The Buddha is compassionate!"

"This is a great act of kindness; the merits of all you Gao Seng are immeasurable."

"May the Buddha protect us!"

This message, on the vast ocean of the internet, did not even stir the slightest ripple.

But strangely, besides this temple, quite a few other temples also issued similar messages.

The general meaning was all about promoting their own charitable acts.

One or two would have been one thing.

So many messages sent almost at the same time finally caught the netizens' attention.

"What is wrong with these temples? Why post these inexplicably?"

"Don't you understand yet, person above? Go watch Su Meng's livestream!"

"What does this have to do with Su Meng?"

"Are you stupid! Are you stupid! Go see what Su Meng said this morning!"

"Not a single word mentions the name Su Meng, yet every single word is a response to Su Meng!"

"We have no choice but to respond; Su Meng's problem is my problem too!"

"Wow... they've done so much charity? It seems I really underestimated these Monks."

"Hehe, isn't the person above a bit naive?"

"How much money can doing these charity acts cost? One certain temple alone earns over a hundred million in ticket revenue a year! You savor carefully, you savor carefully!"

"I don't know why, but I always feel Su Meng is in big trouble!"

Su Meng and the others had stayed in the village for quite some time.

After the police arrived, they still had to cooperate with taking statements and such.

By the time they returned, the sky has already grown faintly dark.

The three of them walked along the mountain path, all somewhat silent.