The Most Popular Comedian

Chapter 83

The shaking of the plane landing couldn’t compare to the trembling in Rong Yuheng’s heart.

Amidst the buzzing in his ears, he stared blankly at the approaching horizon outside the window.

Wen Zhecheng was still beside him, peeling sweet oranges one after another, stacking them into a small mountain and presenting them before him like an offering.

Rong Yuheng turned his head and gently placed his hand on Wen Zhecheng’s arm, softly saying, “That’s enough now.”

Wen Zhecheng reluctantly withdrew his hand, “Is this really enough?”

Rong Yuheng earnestly gazed at him, “It’s enough.”

Indeed, it was more than enough.

…

After getting off the plane, Qu Youhe and Shi Qiu went to collect their luggage, while Rong Yuheng hid behind Wen Zhecheng, sneakily scrolling through Weibo.

Wen Zhecheng stood with his back straight, concealing Rong Yuheng completely.

When Xun Guang passed by in front of Wen Zhecheng, he was almost startled by the crouched Rong Yuheng behind him!

She composed herself for a couple of seconds before gently asking, “The eagle catches the chick?”

Rong Yuheng didn’t lift his head but offered a friendly hint, “I suggest you take a look at your own Weibo too.”

Xun Guang, “…?”

At this moment, Weibo had indeed descended into intense chaos.

Around 10:30 in the morning, netizens who were initially busy spectating the second-generation rich and famous kids were all busy posting and attacking Xun Guang, who was experiencing a storm of criticism from Jiang Yuan’s fans. Vigilant netizens were busy taking screenshots, preparing for Xun Guang’s inevitable counterattack when he got off the plane.

Everyone was engrossed in their own online activities.

Until exactly 11 o’clock, a Weibo post put an end to the chaos.

@Zhongyun344 v: Respect the author, respect the original work.

Boom! Like a thunderclap on a calm day, fans and onlookers in the artistic community collectively stopped their war of words, frozen in place.

Who was Wen Zhongyun? He was a respected figure in the world of traditional Chinese opera, who had single-handedly brought the art form from a low point to its peak over a decade ago. His academic achievements and industry influence were extraordinary. Back then, people in the artistic community addressed him as “teacher.” Even though he had since retired, many of his disciples were shining in the industry. Even A-list celebrities like Qiao Tan and Song Tang would call him “senior” if they saw him.

Wen Zhongyun’s Weibo post didn’t mention anyone by name, but the timing of it was incredibly delicate.

For a while, public accounts, marketing accounts, and personal accounts all started speculating:

“Master of traditional Chinese opera, Wen Zhongyun, posts on Weibo – Is he commenting on the adaptation of ‘Plain Robes’?”

“Elder Wen speaks out: Respect the author, respect the original work!”

“It’s widely known that Mr. Wen is the father of the film emperor Wen Zhecheng. Is his current statement related to inside information?”

…

Inside the airport, Shi Qiu had already retrieved their luggage. She looked around and didn’t see Rong Yuheng, so she called out, “Yuheng?”

Rong Yuheng, who had been lurking behind Wen Zhecheng, couldn’t help but shudder!

He closed Weibo and drifted out from behind Wen Zhecheng. He glanced at him and said, “Uncle’s influence is truly extraordinary.”

Wen Zhecheng happily pursed his lips and humbly responded, “You flatter me.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Shi Qiu took Rong Yuheng away, and the group headed towards the exit. By the time they reached their hotel, it was nearly 1 o’clock in the afternoon.

Qian Xinlei had given the cast two hours for lunch and rest, scheduling the afternoon shoot for 3 o’clock.

Rong Yuheng finally had the opportunity to catch up with Wen Zhecheng again.

The two of them huddled in Wen Zhecheng’s room, and Qu Youhe ordered some takeout stir-fry. Rong Yuheng continued scrolling through Weibo while accepting food from Wen Zhecheng as if he had no hands.

“Hey, what does the string of numbers after Uncle’s Weibo username mean?” Rong Yuheng asked.

Wen Zhecheng answered, “Nine-key input method, corresponding to ‘go haha.'”

Rong Yuheng’s little mouth opened and closed, and he finally chose to change the topic, “Uncle is really amazing; Xun Guang’s fans have all gone quiet now.”

Wen Zhecheng was feeding their pet hamster a balanced diet, trying to take credit, “Why aren’t you praising me?”

“The owner is amazing too,” Rong Yuheng complimented, then asked, “How did you manage to hack his account?”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “I tried twice, and it worked. His account password was my mom’s birthday.”

Upon hearing this, Rong Yuheng lowered his head and scratched his hand, saying, “Uncle really loves Aunt…”

Wen Zhecheng took the opportunity to affectionately pat his head, saying, “The men in our Wen family are all very devoted.”

“Owner!” Rong Yuheng’s eyes welled up with tears instantly. “You… seem to have oil on your hands.”

“…”

This atmosphere-destroying conversation quickly passed by, and Rong Yuheng brought up a new topic, “You set the timed posts, right? Did you set them up last night?”

Wen Zhecheng nodded, asking him, “Do you think Qu Youhe and Shi Qiu will figure out that we were behind this?”

Rong Yuheng rarely choked up… Wen Zhecheng was becoming more proficient with idioms. “Without the big white goose’s account, they probably wouldn’t have guessed.”

Wen Zhecheng’s eyes suddenly filled with concern. “What should we do then?”

Rong Yuheng gave a wry smile. “Don’t worry; we don’t have much to lose anymore…”

Wen Zhecheng pondered for a moment. “You’re right.”

The impoverished master-pet duo slumped on the couch for a while. As expected, Shi Qiu and Qu Youhe came knocking at their door. The two of them held their phones and were about to shove them in the faces of the two.

“Tell us honestly, did you guys do this?” Shi Qiu and Qu Youhe demanded.

Wen Zhecheng and Rong Yuheng squeezed together, both wearing innocent and confused expressions on their simple faces.

“What’s going on? Did our drama crew trend again?” Wen Zhecheng asked.

Shi Qiu and Qu Youhe exchanged glances, then sighed. They couldn’t believe much from an actor and a drama king with such acting skills.

Shi Qiu squinted at Rong Yuheng and pointed to the pile of brand account and second-generation rich verification accounts. “Do you really not know these people?”

Rong Yuheng’s eyes showed a hint of perfectly timed astonishment and admiration. “Xun Guang’s network is really something!”

Qu Youhe furrowed his brow and pulled up Wen Zhongyun’s Weibo. “Zheng Ge, do you want to explain this?”

Wen Zhecheng tactfully expressed a mix of surprise and hesitation, “I never thought that Father was a fan of Xun Guang’s teacher!”

Shi Qiu and Qu Youhe were dumbfounded.

They consoled themselves, thinking that with such acting skills from their male lead and second male lead, “Plain Robes” was bound to be a huge hit.

—

Online discussions about the script changes in “Plain Robes” couldn’t escape Qian Xinlei’s attention. He was almost amused by Xun Guang’s antics.

“Are you causing trouble for me?” Qian Xinlei asked.

Xun Guang, covered in Qian Xinlei’s spittle, continued to engage fervently in a battle of words with fans, not showing any sign of regret.

“Don’t be so upset, Qian Ge ~ I’m just digging a grave for our haters,” Xun Guang replied, tapping on his screen vigorously.

Qian Xinlei, “…”

Perhaps influenced by public opinion, and considering that Yuanyuan had offended most of the crew with his previous antics, Qian Xinlei quickly turned down Yu Rao’s request to join the cast.

At this point, “Ze Cheng Yi Yu” finally managed to survive, and Xun Guang also became a lazy fish.

After a brief turbulence, the filming of “Plain Robes” continued smoothly. The weather was getting colder, and as soon as the winter solstice passed, the New Year was approaching.

The crew didn’t have a Christmas break, which left Wen Zhecheng feeling a bit disappointed. Ever since he and Rong Yuheng “officially started dating,” he had been thinking about spending a lively holiday together.

For example, on a snowy winter night, the two of them would wear matching outfits and stroll through a bustling shopping district. They would be surrounded by warm orange lights and a bustling crowd. Wen Zhecheng would then slip Rong Yuheng’s hand into his pocket, sharing the same scarf, discussing topics they both liked, and buying some meaningful little trinkets, just like an ordinary couple.

Love didn’t have to be extravagant. Wen Zhecheng just hoped that one day, they could openly hold hands and have a lasting relationship.

Fortunately, Qian Xinlei had some conscience left. Although the crew didn’t get a Christmas break, he gave them three days off around New Year’s Day so that the crew members could go home and celebrate with their families.

On the eve of the holiday break, the crew members packed their bags and prepared to go home.

Rong Yuheng also planned to visit his scallop dad and pearl brother at home. Wen Zhecheng tagged along behind him like a big tail. “Are you going to stay at home for three days?”

Rong Yuheng stuffed his clothes into his bag. “Yes, I was thinking of meeting up with my teammates, but they’re all going home.”

Wen Zhecheng sighed dejectedly. “Oh.”

After Rong Yuheng finished packing, he turned to look at him. After a while, he suddenly smiled and rubbed Wen Zhecheng’s head, “Zhecheng, do you want me to come to your house?”

With Rong Yuheng’s hand cradling Wen Zhecheng’s face, the latter felt a burning sensation on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes.”

Wen Zhecheng added, “Big White Goose also wants to invite you for a meal.”

“Huh? Why?” Rong Yuheng asked.

“Because of what happened on Weibo last time,” Wen Zhecheng explained, then removed Rong Yuheng’s mischievous hand from his face. “The day after that incident, Big White Goose called me and said his account was hacked.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Wen Zhecheng continued, “He asked me if I could help him recover the account, and I told him I didn’t know how, but you helped him get it back. Big White Goose said he wanted to thank you properly.”

Rong Yuheng trembled slightly. “I feel guilty…”

Wen Zhecheng quickly reassured him, “I orchestrated the whole thing. You did nothing wrong.”

Rong Yuheng shook his head rationally. “I confused your mind.”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

The discussion between the two about how to allocate the “three days around New Year’s Day” was put to an end during the morning news broadcast the next day.

In the headline news of the society section, the bold and capitalized “Shocking!” captured the attention of all netizens.

Different from the usual clickbait headlines, this headline was genuinely intriguing. An article titled “Shocking! Mysterious Hot Air Balloon Lands in the City Center Yesterday Evening” was accompanied by a photograph taken at the scene.

In the picture, a woman was covered in a halo of light, her face filled with joy.

Author’s note: Hot Air Balloon Fairy: Baby, Mommy has come down to see you! Are you happy, my duckling!

Rong Yuheng: (Wide-eyed shock)

Wen Zhecheng: … This is a genuine skydrop!