FLME Ch28

At a famous landmark in City S, the headquarters of the Huiteng Group, a tall and lean young man dressed in a sharp suit was watching a livestream.

Seeing the crown prince’s hand get slapped away on screen, the young man raised a brow slightly, thoroughly amused.

The secretary knocked and walked in. Catching an accidental glimpse of his screen, the secretary smiled and said, “The Little Vice President watches livestreams too?”

The man before him was the Huiteng crown prince’s childhood friend and maternal cousin. If Feng Chengzhou was Huiteng Group’s next top executive, Bian Ce was the group’s next second-in-command.

Little Vice President Bian took the document from him, casually laid his phone on the desk, and chuckled softly as he signed: “Who told our crown prince to be such a handful? Last time he caused a scene by publicly coming out. What if he straight-up announces an official engagement this time? Can I afford not to keep an eye on the livestream?”

Seeing the two people sitting bolt upright in the stream with an entire Chu-Han border dividing them, the secretary couldn’t help but click his tongue: “President Feng is really… far too inept at chasing someone…”

He was the very secretary who had been tasked by Feng Chengzhou months ago with delivering daily meals to Chu Han on the set of Fenghua—earning himself the nickname “Huiteng Delivery Guy.”

Because Teacher Chu rejected the meals every time, President Feng was deeply displeased and, with a grand wave of his hand, banished him to the frontier—reassigning him from the president’s secretary to the vice president’s secretary.

Secretary: Thank you, thank you so much.

Going from the crown prince’s secretary to the vice president’s secretary was like a fish leaving a bicycle; it was tears-of-joy-inducing. Every day he “only” had to process paperwork, having “lost” an honorable job delivering takeout.

Nobody could fathom how moved he had been when he carried his cardboard box to his desk outside the vice president’s office.

The secretary glanced at the screen twice and suddenly noticed a familiar dark head behind their crown prince.

“Huh? This person…”

Isn’t he a crew hand?

Do crew hands have to livestream these days too?

The Little Vice President asked him what was wrong.

Pointing at the handsome little guy peeking and poking around behind Feng Chengzhou, the secretary recounted running into him on the set of Fenghua.

The Little Vice President looked up from the document, tapping the desk thoughtfully.

For his identity to change so fast, let’s hope he didn’t harbor ulterior motives.

“Go look into him.”

The secretary acknowledged the order and left carrying the signed documents. Less than ten minutes later, he came back in clutching his phone.

“You finished investigating that quickly?” Little Vice President Bian marveled at the secretary’s supreme efficiency, giving him an unsparing thumbs-up. “To last this long by my cousin’s side, you truly are a talent.”

Clutching his phone, the secretary laughed sheepishly.

“No, there’s no need to investigate. He… went on the trending list.”

Saturday, 10:00 AM. A trending tag climbed at rocket speed, its reading volume soaring rapidly. The tag consisted of just two simple characters: #MelonKing#

It all started when some meddlesome netizen compared the leaked recording circulating earlier with the recording of that recording, performing technical audio restoration on both simultaneously. After slowing down and denoising the middle section of the second recording, they restored some muffled human speech. Although the exact contents remained hard to discern, faint words and phrases could be pieced together.

[I heard three characters through the whole thing: Teacher Yu.]

[Search! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must drag this warm-hearted citizen surnamed Yu out into the open!]

[Teacher Yu: One act of justice in exchange for a lifetime of social anxiety.]

[Hahaha, I’ve been watching a variety show lately, and hearing ‘Teacher Yu’ immediately makes me think of our baby Yu Wen.]

[Hahahahaha]

[Hahahahaha]

[Feels a little weird…]

[I listened closely and heard two more words: teardrop mole]

[Mhm… Teacher Yu’s teardrop mole, super sultry…]

[Mhm…]

[It couldn’t really be him, right?]

Yu Wen’s buzz hadn’t faded yet. His surname was uncommon, with hardly any artists sharing it in the entertainment industry. When the netizens munching on gossip on the trending page heard “Teacher Yu,” they naturally linked it to him.

Analyzing it further…

[Everyone don’t panic! I’m going to the livestream to ask, Teacher Yu is live right now!]

[You think he’ll talk just because you ask? Send Teacher Yu to my place; with my ancestral craft, I’m best at tormenting pretty little things.]

[Calculated, loud, heard.]

[Then take a detour and ask Chu Han in the livestream? They seem to be on pretty good terms.]

[Speaking of which, that recording was probably posted for Chu Han, right? After all, it cleared up Chu Han’s scandal.]

[Yu-Chu sisters, revive!]

[Yu-Chu shippers never need to take the stairs; they fly down on wings forged from the friendship between Yu and Chu.]

[Hahahaha, but the livestream is so lively right now! The crown prince dropped in out of nowhere, everyone is just here for the show hh]

[Speaking of which, when the crown prince came out last time, Yu Wen was in the livestream too, hahaha, why is he there every single time…]

[…Brows furrowing, realizing something isn’t right]

[Quiet down, I’m thinking.]

The netizens’ scent for digging up dirt rivaled police dogs. They immediately reviewed every trace left behind since Yu Wen opened his Weibo account, and casually looked back on all the major gossip scandals that had hit the top ten trending searches over the past three months.

They quickly uncovered a universal law: as long as a juicy piece of drama hit the top ten, Yu Wen’s figure was inevitably present.

[The crown prince chasing his beloved little wife happened on the set of Fenghua, right? Yu Wen was in that production too, apparently as an extra.]

[No! He was a crew hand! I was on set back then!]

[Fellow extra here! I can vouch! When Huiteng’s Meituan delivery guy brought food over, he was squatting nearby watching the show…]

[Report! A new discovery!]

[Spill it straight, we’re all on the same side here!]

[In that picture secretly taken of Xi Su at the café, zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again—there’s a boy wearing sunglasses whose build is a seventy to eighty percent match for Yu Wen!]

[Not clear enough, seeking an insider!]

[If all of these are true, I am witnessing the birth of the Melon King…]

[I declare Yu Wen a frontline battlefield reporter!]

[I’m so anxious, so anxious, I am the King of Anxiety! Can anyone prove whether that’s him in the café and the recording! I’m so anxious I’ve turned into a dancing monkey!]

[I’m the monkey beside you scratching its ears and cheeks]

[Monkey +1]

Half an hour later, a prominent fan from Yu Wen’s fan club posted a photo taken with him.

Wifey’s Teardrop Mole Is Superb: [If it’s on Month X Day X, it might, probably, perhaps… truly be our Xiao Yu. Image.jpg]

The background of the photo was the exact café where Xi Su had been secretly photographed.

Wifey’s Teardrop Mole Is Superb: [He was indeed wearing sunglasses that day. Dazed.jpg]

Netizens instantly felt like adrenaline had been injected straight into their brains, their whole bodies bursting with fervor. At the same time, the staff member in the recording who had repeatedly shouted “Teacher Yu” stepped forward to verify the truth.

Crew Hand Xiao Sun: [The one speaking in the recording should be me. Teary-eyed.jpg. That day was the shoot for the Mount Luoming episode. Teacher Yu was on mid-break and had wandered off somewhere to enjoy the shade. When I went to the restroom and found someone in a stall, I asked if they had seen our Teacher Yu.]

[Was that him?! Was it him?!]

[Tell me it’s him! (Screaming from the bottom of my lungs) This Emperor shall crown him the Entertainment Circle’s Melon King!]

Crew Hand Xiao Sun: [I don’t know. Crying.jpg. At the time, I knocked on the door and the other person never responded; I thought they were just shy.]

[It has to be him! If it’s not him, I’ll eat my academic advisor!]

[A righteous, enthusiastic citizen… Who else but Yu Wen could come up with a title like that!]

[By the Grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees—forgot the middle part… Yu Wen is hereby granted the title ‘Heaven-Chosen Melon King’, respected be this!]

[Your Majesty is wise!]

[Where is the Melon King? Tell him to come accept the imperial decree!]

[Where is the Melon King? Where is he?]

[Find him quickly!]

The Melon King was currently feasting on melons.

Still feeling his view wasn’t clear enough, he craned his neck slightly to the right, utterly unaware that right between the Chu-Han border dividing Feng Chengzhou and Chu Han was his own face, cradling a watermelon and watching with relish.

Undeniably, the atmosphere was taut.

Ever since Chu Han delivered that backhand slap earlier, Feng Chengzhou’s brows had remained locked in a tight scowl. Chilly air radiated from his handsome face; at first glance, he looked consumed by raging fury.

The host was scared out of his wits, and Xiao Li didn’t dare make a move either, his gaze flitting nervously between the two.

In the entire frame, only Yu Wen poked his head out, sipping watermelon juice, looking left and looking right. One moment he checked if Chu Han was genuinely angry, and the next he tried to decipher the domineering CEO’s labyrinthine brain circuits beneath that stern facade.

Feng Chengzhou probably wasn’t angry; he might even be bubbling with bliss on the inside. In the novel, as long as his wife was willing to acknowledge him, he would secretly set off fireworks in his heart, hiding a grin behind an arrogant scowl.

What Feng Chengzhou truly couldn’t stand was Chu Han ignoring him, and things were far from that stage right now.

That slim original copy of Rise! Best Actor back home hadn’t dissected their personalities and feelings in detail, but from brief plot beats, one could see their interpretations of the cold war were entirely different. Chu Han believed an unbridgeable rift existed between them, whereas Feng Chengzhou merely viewed it as a tug-of-war match he was determined to win.

Domineering CEOs harbored incomprehensible, bizarre streaks of competitiveness. Halfway through reading the book, Yu Wen had once thought Chu Han was using the wrong method to deal with him; instead of getting angry, he should have told him: “If you dare ignore me for three days, I’ll respect you as a real man.”

The CEO would probably fire back: “Such a petty bet? Victory is mine.”

Once picturing that scene, it became very hard for Yu Wen to look at the Feng Chengzhou before him with a straight face.

The bullet screen was exceptionally quiet. Dictated by the atmosphere, with the two hosts so stiff, netizens felt too embarrassed to crack jokes, while the other faction of industry bigwigs remained the very embodiment of silence.

“Watermelon is a very nutritious fruit. It relieves summer heat and quenches thirst. Watermelon rind can be used in medicine, and it can also be carved…”

Chu Han stiffly recited his lines, picking up a piece of rind prepared by the platform. Holding a paring knife in his other hand, he hesitated over where to begin.

[…Our host looks like he’s about to be martyred.]

[Just joined. With this expression on our host’s face, is he about to slaughter a living creature?]

[Slaughtering a watermelon.]

[What a benevolent host, wrestling with his conscience just to kill a watermelon.]

Unable to take it any longer, Feng Chengzhou reached out to grab Chu Han’s wrist. “Let me—”

Chu Han didn’t know how to carve melon and was already nervous. Feng Chengzhou’s sudden grab startled him with a jolt, and his clean, elegant face abruptly darkened.

The atmosphere froze instantly like a strained bowstring. The bullet screen fell dead silent, quiet as chickens. Yet in the lower-right corner, a figure took a crisp bite of watermelon, his expression deeply focused.

[Uh, so, that brother in the lower-right corner…]

[LMAO, he’s feasting on drama so earnestly.]

[Literally eating melons hhhh]

[Speaking of which, Teacher Yu is always active on the front lines of drama. During the last livestream, he was in the back watching the fun too.]

[Hahaha, back when the Huiteng Delivery Guy trended, he was on the same set as Chu Han.]

[Right! Wasn’t he a crew hand back then?]

[Wait, I remember him being an extra! I saw him when I visited the set for Han-bao.]

[Huh? Our Teacher Yu is this inspiring?!]

[Wait, this isn’t a question of being inspiring. Why do I feel like his identity morphs along with whatever drama he’s eating…]

[What drama? I stay off the internet for a minute and I’m out of the loop again.]

[Go check the trending list! Go check the trending list!]

[All netizens, direct your eyes to me! At 10:34 Beijing time, Teacher Yu has seized the title of the Entertainment Circle’s 1st ‘Melon King’! Everyone applaud!]

The cohort of netizens who had been feasting on gossip and digging through pictures on the trending page finally traced the internet cables to arrive on the battlefield.

Yu Wen was just waiting for the next development when the protagonist top and bottom suddenly turned their heads to look at him in unison, wearing complicated expressions.

Yu Wen: ?

Though he couldn’t see the barrage clearly, judging from Feng Chengzhou’s and Chu Han’s expressions, Yu Wen sensed something was amiss.

Racking his memory, he thought to himself: I haven’t done anything scandal-worthy, surely I haven’t trended again?

While reminiscing, he pretended nothing was wrong, slowly shifting his gaze away to stare at the vast, boundless blue sky.

[Yu Wen: This sky is so sweet, this melon is so blue.]

[The Teacher Yu in the recording is definitely him, right?]

[If it’s not him, I’ll eat my idiot boss!]

[If it’s not him, I’ll eat my idiot colleague!]

[If it’s not him, I’ll eat myself!]

[Sir, what noble sacrifice!]

……

[Ask him! He’s right in front of you, just ask him directly!]

[Oi! That righteous, enthusiastic citizen over there—]

[Call him over!]

His phone wasn’t on him, but after staring at the barrage for a moment, Chu Han roughly pieced together the whole picture.

He only found it novel: Did Yu Wen really witness so much drama live on the scene?

“Teacher Yu.” The awkwardness he felt facing Feng Chengzhou vanished completely. His attention captured by the lively chat, Chu Han eagerly turned around, calling over to Yu Wen with sparkling eyes: “The netizens want to see you…”

Yu Wen pointed at himself.

“Yes, you.”

Seeing the tension ease slightly, the host eagerly nudged Yu Wen, signaling him to hurry up and pull the runaway livestream rundown back on track.

Yu Wen finished the remaining bite of watermelon in his hand, dragged his stool over, and sat in front of the camera.

The rowdy, uproarious bullet screen fell silent right before he leaned in close. Tens of thousands of netizens calmly and soberly typed out four words:

[Greetings, Melon King.]

[Greetings, Melon King.]

[Greetings, Melon King.]

……

Though seemingly calm and collected, the barrage was scrolling at breakneck speed. Yu Wen glanced at the upper-right corner; the viewer count had already broken past a hundred thousand.

Some new roleplay?

The chat kept rolling in neat, orderly formation.

Yu Wen pondered for two seconds, then gave a wave of his small hand.

“Rise.”

The bullet screen fell still for an instant, then went wild with laughter.

[Yu Wen: I’ll indulge you guys just this once.]

[You just had to pick up this stupid joke even if it killed you, didn’t you?]

[Yu Wen: There is no joke under heaven I cannot bounce off of.]

[Hahahaha, Teacher, is that righteous, enthusiastic citizen really you? This is very important to me.]

Seeing this comment, Yu Wen finally realized what was happening.

“What righteous, enthusiastic citizen?” His heart gave a thud, and his face couldn’t help but betray a hint of wariness. “Who? Me? Of course not, hahaha, what are you talking about…”

[Don’t look guilty if you’re so innocent.]

[Daring to release an unedited recording, did you think netizens were that busy?]

[We have gathered the evidence. Everything you say from now on can and will be used against you in a court of law.]

[Confess the truth already!]

Alarm bells blared in Yu Wen’s mind. He had an ominous premonition that his tranquil, endlessly joyful days of eating drama over the past few months were about to come to an abrupt end—

He caught sight of Feng Chengzhou’s phone screen glowing under the table; the domineering CEO was secretly browsing the trending list.

“Excuse me,” Yu Wen poked his elbow, “could you lend that to me for a look?”

In the split second Feng Chengzhou spaced out, the phone had already transferred into someone else’s hands. Yu Wen slid straight down, burrowing under the table.

Tens of thousands of netizens witnessed him slip beneath the desk.

[Crown prince: M-My phone (dazed)…]

[Yu Wen! Come out! You had the guts to feast on drama, have the guts to come out!]

[What kind of skill is hiding under a desk? (Aunt Xue’s tone)]

[Hhhhh, I’m genuinely passing out from laughter…]

[Humor us just a little bit, Teacher Yu, so many pairs of eyes are watching.]

[Laughing so hard I’m crowing like a rooster.]

[Even the Melon King has days of ducking and hiding hahahaha]

[In the end, he ended up eating drama about himself.]

[What a hearty, exhilarating livestream, and they just happen to be selling melons.]

[It is Heaven’s will, hahahahaha…]

[I’ll buy a cartload as a coronation gift for the Melon King.]

[I’ll chip in two cartloads.]

[Chipping in three cartloads]

……

Yu Wen’s brain spun fast enough to throw off sparks, taking five full minutes to piece together everything that had happened.

Squatting under the table, he furrowed his brows in deep thought.

First of all, modern netizens… weren’t they a bit too bored?!

Didn’t they have their own business! Their own lives!

Second… who took that photo of Xi Su! He was going to call the police and have them arrested!

Finally… there were spies among his fans!

With things at this point, Yu Wen couldn’t keep crouching forever. Plunking the phone back onto Feng Chengzhou’s lap, he pouted and crawled out.

Though his face was painted with calm and acceptance, faint traces of grievance could still be seen.

His seat was sandwiched between Chu Han and Feng Chengzhou. When he had come over earlier, he was a fresh, energetic little bok choy; now, he had withered into a droopy yellow daylily.

Seeing this daylily look so mournful, the netizens were deeply touched, showering him with endless warmth and care.

[What’s wrong, baby? Do you miss mama? Come, tell mama, is that person in the recording you?]

“It’s me.” Yu Wen straightened his spine. “Xiao Yu is the kind of enthusiastic citizen who records audio in a timely manner whenever he witnesses injustice.”

[Attaboy! He admitted it!]

[You’re indeed a tough nut to crack, but netizens have plenty of energy to spare.]

[Release the original! Mommy wants to hear the original version!]

[Your shadow is present in every top ten drama; may I ask if you carry some kind of metaphysics on you?]

[Commenter above, regarding the Melon King’s matters, don’t just pry casually.]

……

The barrage fired questions left and right. Resting his forehead on his hand, Feng Chengzhou listened from the side, eventually picking up a slice of watermelon from the tray, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yu Wen and the chat.

Chu Han hadn’t made a peep for a long time, cradling his slice of watermelon in a small corner of the camera frame, getting more engrossed the more he listened.

The barrage asked about the casting-couch scandal on the set of Fenghua.

“It’s false, of course. Director Gao said he’s not gay.”

“How do I know? I was a crew hand! Every time Director Gao chewed someone out, I was right there on set!”

[Hahahaha, I believe you, damn it!]

[A word from the Melon King carries the weight of a thousand catties!]

[Hahaha, why were you also on the scene when Xi Su was reading the paternity report at the café!]

Yu Wen: “On a sunny afternoon, I just happened to walk into that café. It was probably some sort of fate.”

[What other drama do you know? Tell me, hurry and tell me!]

Yu Wen: “We don’t break drama; we’re merely eyewitnesses to drama.”

[I get it! Meaning that by following your movements, we can stake out the latest gossip in the entertainment circle!]

[Someone! Bring up all his social media accounts!]

[Everyone help boost the Melon King’s status!]

[The Melon King ascends the throne, clear the way for royalty—]

[Long live our King, long live, long live!]

[Ministers pay their respects—]

“Rise.” Yu Wen waved his hand again. “State your business if you have any; if not, court is adjourned.”

The chat played along with great enthusiasm, echoing with endless laughter, until a comment suddenly popped up in the middle: [You’re not simple.]

This comment wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but the account that posted it was extraordinarily striking.

Beside the avatar hung a little gold diamond. Clicking into it revealed the verification: Bian Ce, Vice President of East Asia Region, Huiteng Group.

Once the barrage registered this, it went completely quiet.

At the group headquarters, realizing he had accidentally used his main account, Bian Ce knocked on his desk in annoyance.

He simply felt that with Yu Wen’s shifting identities and uncanny knack for bumping into major gossip scenes, he was either harboring deep schemes or blessed with some mysterious aura of luck. Either way, this person was by no means simple.

Yu Wen stared at the ID in silence for a brief moment.

“Mhm. Actually, I am a Dancing Fairy, and I came to this world to find the magical dancing artifacts. This identity is top secret; I hope you won’t spread it around.”

Yu Wen knew that little gold diamond signified extraordinary status, but sitting before the camera, he couldn’t click in to view the verification. He merely thought no big shot could be this bored; that gold diamond had to be fake.

He had gained a fresh understanding of netizens’ boredom. This was definitely something a netizen would pull.

[A mere vice president, let me Dorimi you!]

[Hahahahaha reading and replying with pure nonsense…]

[Never seen this before, right? Our Xiao Yu is someone whose mouth runs like a train!]

[Yu Wen: This mouth of mine is utterly terrifying!]

Bian Ce found his reaction quite amusing. To be so utterly fearless—could it be that behind this plain, unassuming background lay something unfathomably deep?

He posted another comment: [You’re not simple. Want to come to our Huiteng?]

Sitting beside him was the ruling president of Huiteng Group, who choked on his watermelon upon seeing this line.

Before Feng Chengzhou could ask what his childhood friend meant, Yu Wen opened his mouth and fired back in a rapid rattle: “I see you’ve got quite a bit of potential. Want to jump ship to our Starlight Media? Sky-high wages, massive benefits, and a bright, glorious future!”

[It’s starting, it’s starting, his chatterbox ailment is flaring up again.]

[Yes, keep running that train of a mouth, run it straight to the Cainiao station to pick up my package.]

[Yu Wen: Bouncing off lines is as easy as flipping a hand, easy as flipping a hand!]

[In the future when the VP resigns and people ask why. VP: Please watch the VCR.]

Yu Wen checked the time. “The broadcast is about to wrap up. We hope everyone strongly supports our product this time. The watermelon has thin rind and sweet flesh, an absolute must-have for beating the summer heat. If you need some, feel free to buy a bit more~”

With that, he pulled a sullen little cat face, looking left, then looking right.

Feng Chengzhou and Chu Han unexpectedly caught his eye, their expressions carrying the exact same blankness.

“I say,” Yu Wen noted, “could you two stop cradling watermelons and watching me like a sideshow?”

This is simply a humiliation!

[I was wondering what felt off, holy shit hahahaha…]

[Yu Wen: When have I ever suffered such grievances!]

[Crown prince, do you even remember why you came here?!]

[Teacher Chu, do you still remember the watermelon carving by the Daming Lake?!]

[Teacher, the host and Xiao Li in the back look like they’ve passed away…]

[Those two haven’t made a peep for ages haha]

[Everyone look at them! They’re feasting on drama so happily they could die!]

[Audacious! Are netizens just part of your drama-feasting process too?!]

[Sweating through your shirt now, aren’t you, Melon King? Even you have a day like this.]

At the group headquarters, Bian Ce tapped his desk, swearing on the sharp intuition he had honed over years in the entertainment circle that this person was by no means simple.

Since his cover was blown anyway, he simply instructed his secretary solemnly: “Use my main social media account to follow him. In the future, whatever moves he makes, I want to know immediately.”

The secretary nodded gravely, turning around to rally colleagues across the company to follow Yu Wen’s Weibo.

This livestream blew up in popularity. Although the rundown went completely off the rails halfway through, the final sales figures were remarkably impressive. When saying their goodbyes, the host fought back his laughter, earnestly thanking Yu Wen: “We broke sales records today, as expected of the Melon King.”

Yu Wen smiled with reserved dignity: “It was only my duty.”

The moment he turned around, he whined to Chu Han: “My peaceful days are gone!”

At this moment, Yu Wen still had no inkling of the sheer power this simple livestream held.

That very afternoon, countless big shots across the industry dusted off their usually dormant main social media accounts, swarming into Yu Wen’s Weibo like a plague of locusts.

Even Bian Ce used his main account! We’re using our main accounts too! It’s about prestige!

To consistently appear on the front lines of celebrity drama, he either had exclusive channels or possessed some metaphysical luck. Either way, following him meant scoring firsthand intel, and it was just a flick of the finger—hardly a loss.

There were also those who didn’t care about celebrity gossip and came purely to join the fun, as well as bandwagoners thinking, Everyone else is following, so I’ll follow too… In short, the mix was pure chaos.

Renowned entertainment reporters, paparazzi, entertainment company presidents, film and television directors, top-tier variety show production teams, ace managers… Even one or two top-tier artists active on the front lines of web browsing followed Yu Wen unilaterally.

Having woken up early in the morning, Yu Wen took an afternoon nap after getting back.

Waking up in the evening, he received another call from Xie Jiamao.

“Little Yu, what did you do? You completely broke out of your niche.”

The boss had been busy lately and uncharacteristically fell behind on internet trends. By the time he caught up, the trending tag was already #IndustryCertifiedMelonKing#.

Yu Wen logged online to take a look, his vision instantly going black.

Because of that wave of follows in the afternoon, he had solidly landed on the trending list yet again. His fans were fiercely ambitious for his career, poking every single big shot who followed him and asking in their comments:

[Does the PD have any interest in having our Xiao Yu guest on an episode of your variety show?]

[Would the director consider our baby Xiao Yu for your next film?]

[Author-dada, your adapted book has several characters that suit Xiao Yu so well! Please consider him!]

The kicker was that these big shots actually replied.

Battle Royale Producer Yan Ge: [Hahahaha, Teacher Yu has already signed with us as a regular for next season. Filming starts soon, please look forward to it!]

Director Miao Yifei: [ @Yu Wen , come. Beckoning.jpg]

Author Fenghuang Yufei: [ @XX Production Co., Ltd., there’s a chatterbox character inside. Let him play it; he can definitely nail it.]

His fan Super Topic opened a standalone column called “Daily Question,” where many industry bigwigs checked in:

[Teacher Yu, any drama today?]

In the time it took to take a single nap, he had been forcibly shoved onto the throne of the Melon King.

All this godforsaken internet had left to do was hold a formal coronation ceremony for him.