Chapter Forty-six

  After the "entertainment circle exploration" fuss, Jiang Chuan has become red-hot, occupying various popular Weibo accounts every day. As a result, both his fans and anti-fans have raised some doubts, saying that this newcomer hasn't even released one work, but has gained a large following and opposition just by relying on various sudden gossip events, it's like a cult organization, too scary.

  Those black people who are busy running around in various events every day, first scold Jiang Chuan under the entertainment circle marketing Weibo that broke the news; then go to IM's official Weibo and comment " Luo Cheng your mom exploded"; then rush to Yuan Jinyan's Weibo to sigh and lament that even if he became a vegetable, he couldn't live in peace, but unfortunately was swept out by Yuan Jinyan's fans; then go to Ronnie's Weibo to comfort her a little; finally run to Jiang Chuan's Weibo to scold him thoroughly.

  Starting a concert tour-like activity, posting a card on each Weibo account every day.

  Loni and Luo Cheng also expressed great distress about this matter.

  First of all, there is Luo Cheng, the first person to take the blame.

  Luo Cheng called Jiang Chuan with a sarcastic tone, saying: "I'm also very popular lately, if this continues I might even debut... Ask Jiang Luo Cheng if he has any extra roles for me to act in, let me join your crew and have the hype news of 'Republic of China's Strange Record' occupy the hot list for the entire winter break."

  "Don't complain," Jiang Chuan said expressionlessly to the person on the phone. "I told you that day not to touch my hat."

  Luo Cheng fell silent for a moment, slightly recalling Jiang Chuan's professional nature, and then suddenly realized why Jiang Chuan had told him not to mess around that day. He felt his hair standing on end as he furiously shouted at the calm Jiang Chuan over the phone: "You didn't tell me someone was following us and taking pictures from behind! You knew all along and didn't say anything!!!"

  Jiang Chuan slightly pulled his mobile phone away from his ear and said, "You didn't ask."

  Luo Cheng slammed down the phone and, in a fit of rage, threw his mobile phone out the window from the top floor. Xue Kai, one of the IM bosses who was sitting on the sofa watching the whole thing happen, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "What if it hits someone?"

  "Damn it!" Luo Cheng exclaimed excitedly, his small face pale, "It's empty behind us!"

  Xue Kai: "......"

  Then there is Ronnie, the second gunman.

  These days, Loni's private Weibo account, which had not been certified yet, was somehow dug up by someone, and it gained 700,000 to 800,000 followers. Not only that, but all sorts of idle netizens came to the comments section of her Weibo to comfort her, saying that using a character's quota to see through a scumbag is also considered cutting losses in time.

  "I even posted a Weibo about eating breakfast, and someone commented 'When I was heartbroken, I was just like you, even if I didn't have an appetite, I forced myself to eat. Only by being strong can I wait for the day when I can slap that scumbag's face' - my god, I just wanted to eat breakfast! And my appetite is great!" Loni said with a cry and a laugh, "Sorry, Brother Chuan, maybe I should just post a statement to clarify things?"

  Jiang Chuan didn't speak, but instead Fang Yu glanced at Ronnie and said in a rather cold tone: "No need to, even if you say it, they won't believe you, and it will only bring trouble for Jiang Chuan."

  Fang Yu opened his mouth, but for some reason, Luoni seemed to be still quite afraid of him, so he never mentioned the matter again.

  Everyone collectively turned on the mode of closing one eye and opening the other, whether it was IM company's official Weibo or Ronnie or Jiang Chuan. Everyone maintained a normal Weibo update frequency. Jiang Chuan originally posted less often, so there were fewer worries. Just looking at Ronnie, who used to post on Weibo every day, made various complaints: "I apply a face mask and being dumped by a man has nothing to do with each other!" "Ah ah ah my Hermès was bought by my dad not Jiang Chuan brain supplement is sick needs treatment!"

  “…Huh.”

  " Fried eggs?"

  Jiang Chuan: "They actually think I can afford Hermès."

  "Shut up, I'm begging you."

  ……

  The crew on this side was also very understanding and no longer teased Jiang Chuan about the Weibo incident. However, when they looked at him, their eyes would occasionally dart away. From time to time, some people would come up to him and say, "Brother Chuan, I believe you're not that kind of person." To these people, Jiang Chuan would politely respond with a "thank you". But there were also some strange individuals who would say, "Brother Chuan, today online they started saying again that you were pretending in Yuan Jinyan's hospital room. It really makes me angry! I think you're not that kind of person, why don't you go see what those people are saying about you?" To these people, Jiang Chuan would kindly say "heh heh".

  He didn't know what the smile meant either, but one time he very obediently asked Fang Yu for his phone, saying someone suggested he go online to see how others scolded him. Fang Yu was silent for a moment, and instead of giving Jiang Chuan the phone, told him that next time if someone made such a suggestion, he could just smile at that person and say "hehe".

  Jiang Chuan did as he was told.

  Apart from this, it's just a matter of faithfully following the original plan and acting accordingly.

  After all, Jiang Luocheng is not a good guy. In his opinion, he paid the money and the actors should perform for him honestly - those who pay are the big bosses, acting is the essential work, and those black things on the internet didn't give you money, why should they affect your working state and damage the interests of your boss?

  This day, finally performed the entire prologue's climax, this scene is about the Daoist Hua Jin stepping on various red silk ribbons floating down from the sky and landing in front of Qiao Sheng and Su Su, interrupting their wedding ceremony - because the marriage in the play is at night, so the shooting time must also be at night. When everyone finished dinner hastily at five o'clock in the afternoon, wiped their mouths and bustled to retouch the actors' makeup before starting work.

  Xu Qianqian was complaining about the heaviness of her headpiece and the unthoughtfulness of the prop team while putting on her red lipstick. Wang Mo had already finished his makeup and put on a bright red vest, singing his own little ditty "I'm getting married again, I'm getting married again" while taking selfies, with WeChat open but not knowing who to send it to... Jiang Chuan had also gotten into costume, and was currently being helped by the staff to hang the wire that would be used for the "descending from heaven" scene later.

  Jiang Luocheng sat on the side watching the footage shot during the day. At this time, Jiang Luocheng's expression was not very good: because Loni's condition was not good, she frequently lost her mind and forgot her lines, causing multiple NGs, and even Xu Qianqian felt a bit tired towards the end. The final product was not something he was extremely satisfied with.

  But he endured and didn't say anything.

  At that time, everything was ready. Jiang Chuan stood aside and listened calmly to the martial arts instructor's emphasis on how to perform the script's actions on the suspended platform - because his previous performance of hanging steel wire was excellent, so this time everyone seemed much more relaxed. The martial arts instructor smiled and patted his shoulder, saying: "You did a great job last time, and you'll definitely be fine this time too."

  Jiang Chuan patted the waist where the dagger was secured and said: "That..."

  Martial arts instructor: "Alright kid, go for it! Ah, I'm telling you, foreign stuntmen are just amazing..."

  While saying that, the martial arts instructor walked away and ran over to tell Wang Mo what to do next. He left Jiang Chuan standing in place, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to do so. Fang Yu stood with his arms crossed, frowning at Jiang Chuan, while a hamster from the Jiang family perched on his shoulder. The hamster looked serious, its beady eyes darting back and forth as it examined its owner from head to toe before fixing its gaze on his waist. The hamster reached out a paw and tugged on Fang Yu's earlobe, prompting him to roughly pull it down and stuff it into his pocket.

  The hamster cried out "squeak" twice - but this small sound was quickly covered up by the surrounding noise.

  When Jiang Luocheng shouted "Start!", the wedding music began, and the large red lanterns were opened. The wedding scene was decorated with colorful streamers and red silk, and the crowd sat at tables filled with dishes, chatting and laughing. When the atmosphere was ready, the martial arts instructor gave a hand signal behind the camera's main position, and then, wearing a Taoist robe and long hair flowing down his shoulders, he descended from the sky...

  According to the script, at this time, Jiang Chuan stepped on the red silk that was secretly manipulated by Hou Zhi and flew down. He paused for a moment on a red ribbon, then rode a one-word horse, with the Xunyao bell in his hand ringing lightly. He drew out the Town Demon Sword from behind him, made a sword flower, and shouted loudly "Demon!"

  Just as everyone was watching, Jiang Chuan fell onto the platform that was supposed to be removed during post-production, and just as he was about to take his next step, he suddenly swayed lightly, as if his waist had tightened, and then his entire body flipped backwards, causing him to crash to the ground - "Bang" a loud noise, that was the sound of his bones hitting the ground...

  The staff on the scene were slightly stunned at first, then someone shouted "It's bad!" and saw Fang Yu rush up first!

  "What's going on?!"

  Jiang Luocheng's face turned iron-green as he stood up from behind the monitor, loudly calling for the doctor who was following the crew to come and check on Jiang Chuan's condition. At the same time, the other staff members around him finally came back to their senses and rushed over, surrounding Jiang Chuan with a flurry of shouts. Under everyone's gaze, a furry ball suddenly jumped out of Fang Yu's pocket and landed on Jiang Chuan's handsome face. The man's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, clearly in pain, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

  The hamster nervously stretched out its paws to fiddle with the man's furrowed brow.

  Some people looked at a loss.

  Fang Yu called out "Jiang Chuan" twice, but when he didn't respond, Fang Yu also became anxious. He grabbed the hamster that was running around Jiang Chuan's face and put it back in his pocket. At this time, the doctor from the film crew came over, dispersed the crowd, asked Jiang Chuan a few questions, and then gave him another examination. Only after that did he tell everyone that Jiang Chuan was fine, just possibly bruised from falling from a high place... If they were still worried, they could take a day off tomorrow to go to the hospital for an X-ray to check if there were any fractures or not.

  Everyone heard this and slightly put down their minds. Fang Yu wiped his face and sighed, "Damn it, I was scared to death! With two artists, one a vegetable and the other seriously injured, this plague of an agent's reputation will spread, who will dare to follow me in the future?"

  The people around heard it and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, they were all stifling their laughter with a greenish complexion.

  At this time, Jiang Chuan also sat up from the ground, frowning as if he was enduring pain. The producer called for someone to bring a stretcher, and filming would stop for tonight. Director Jiang Luocheng saw that Jiang Chuan was fine, first let out a sigh of relief, then his anger suddenly ignited, and the emotions he had been suppressing for several days finally erupted at this moment. He pushed through the crowd, rushed to Jiang Chuan's side, and before he could speak, he started yelling loudly.

  "There's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time: are you sick? Do you have nothing better to do than be affected by online rumors and let them affect your work - will those people watch your TV shows? Can their parents, uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas force the channel to change? Did they give you a salary or ratings? They won't give you anything, they just want to scold you and vent their own bad emotions. Why do you care so much about what they say? I'm asking you, Jiang Chuan, Luo Ni, tell me, why are you so concerned - if you turn off your phone and computer, can those people crawl through the internet cables and come to your face to scold you?"

  "No..."

  Jiang Luocheng excitedly interrupted him: "You know it's better not to - these past few days I've really had enough of the whole crew's gloomy atmosphere, everyone carefully taking care of your emotions, and even when I wanted to scold the director, he advised me to scold less because young people will be more mindful. Fine, I won't scold you, so you can just cause trouble for me yourself! If you break a bone or die today, how am I supposed to film the next scene? You're performing like shit because of those few unknown people, causing me to lose hundreds of millions, are you worthy of the eyes that support our ratings? Are you worthy of my money?"

  "Not..."

  "I'm telling you, Jiang Chuan, and you too, Ronnie - what are you hiding from? Hiding behind others won't make me not see you, stinky girl! Go take a look at the play you performed this morning, so wishy-washy and emotionless, like a female ghost! Jiang Chuan was okay, I originally wanted to praise him for not being affected, but tonight he comes up with this performance. Was it because his waist couldn't keep up earlier? It seems like he's been scolded by Hei Zi until his kidneys are weak!"

  Jiang Luocheng scolded for three paragraphs with reason and evidence, basically without stopping in between.

  At this time, the entire scene was silent, just like everyone standing in the square listening to Martin Luther King's passionate speech, with a look of worship on their faces.

  Jiang Chuan shook his head with a mixture of laughter and tears: "No, it's just that the waistband was too tight. Just now my belt didn't come undone, and when I turned around, I fell over..."

  Everyone: "......"

  Jiang Luocheng fell silent for three seconds before turning around and bellowing: "Get the props team leader over here!"

  ……

  Because Jiang Chuan was injured, tomorrow they have to go to the hospital for a check-up, so tonight's filming is temporarily suspended. Everyone packed up and dispersed - unexpectedly getting a whole night's rest time, everyone was quite happy. Jiang Luo Cheng ran off to discuss with the director about changing tomorrow's scenes, taking away the shots that Jiang Chuan was originally supposed to film in the morning and filming other things first. Meanwhile, Jiang Chuan himself returned to his room accompanied by Fang Yu and their assistant... Throughout the whole process, the hamster that Jiang Chuan raised sat on his shoulder, holding onto his ear, as if afraid that if it let go, its owner would fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

  Jiang Chuan returned to his room and took off his costume, revealing a purplish-blue bruise on his back, as well as scratches, looking extremely miserable.

  Fang Yu turned his head to let the life assistant go get some sobering medicine, while Jiang Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, removing his makeup with a bare upper body and a playful costume draped over his waist. The hamster crouched on the table beside him, looking at him with a worried expression.

  "Your back, tsk, tsk, you'll only be able to sleep on your stomach for the next few days." Fang Yu said with some emotion, "Fortunately, that platform wasn't extremely high, or else breaking a rib would have been troublesome... And you, why didn't you say something earlier when the steel wire's tension was not suitable?"

  "I wanted to say," Jiang Chuan threw away the cotton pad in his hand, "it's too late."

  At the same time, the hamster squatting on the table also turned its head and looked at Fang Yu with a blaming gaze - Fang Yu was inexplicably confused, suddenly felt a little guilty, muttered "dead mouse looking at hair", then turned his face away... Jiang Chuan saw that he no longer spoke, continued to remove his makeup, the hamster jumped from the table to his leg, and climbed up his arm muscles all the way up, climbed onto his shoulder, with its round buttocks poking out, looking curiously at the colorful ice crystal on his back.

  Master's back is as beautiful as a flower and jade!!!!!

  I was supposed to be the only one who could leave sexy scratch marks on her back... but the Landlord God beat me to it!!!!!!!!!!

  Hamsters beat their chest and stamp their feet.

  At this time, Fang Yu went to give Jiang Chuan a hot water bath and came back, sat down beside the bed, looked at him removing his eye makeup while browsing Weibo, browsed for a bit, and said: "Tonight's incident of you getting hurt has been exposed again, and it was still Li Gou who said it... In the end, he also made some remarks, let me read them to you - 'The reason why brain-dead fans are called brain-dead is that they always put their idols first in everything. Such a group may be annoying, but compared to brain-dead anti-fans, they seem more lovely, after all, in their eyes, the world is always bright.'"

  Jiang Chuan stopped pouring water on the cotton pad and turned his head to look at Fang Yu.

  That face with half-removed makeup had a black smudge around the eyes, looking quite comical. The hamster squatting on his shoulder saw this and pitifully stretched out its paws to wipe it clean for him. However, before it could even swipe twice, it was gently pulled down by the man... It twisted about in the warm, broad palm of the man's hand before quieting down.

  "This Li guy is like a closed-circuit camera, he doesn't seem to be unaware of anything. And his tone of speech is so cheap, it's as if he's the true successor of Yuan Zhenyan... I really want to know who he is." Fang Yu said, stroking his chin.

  Jiang Chuan turned his head and stared at Fang Yu for a while, the latter was looked at by him with goosebumps all over, and he kept moving his buttocks to the side, asking: "What are you looking at me for? - anyway, this person is not me."

  Jiang Chuan let out an "oh" and said very irresponsibly: "That's Yuan Jinyan."

  "Yuan Jinyan is lying in the hospital pretending to be dead, and you're using brain waves to send Weibo to whitewash him?" Fang Yu waved his hand, with a furious face, "Nerve disease."

  Jiang Chuan took Fang Yu's phone and opened Weibo to take another look at the comments. At this time, Fang Yu was distracted because he mentioned Yuan Zhenran's matter, and didn't notice that his phone had been taken away. When he came back to himself, he heard Jiang Chuan reading aloud in a calm voice beside him: "'The entertainment industry's atmosphere is being ruined by people like Jiang Chuan, newcomers who haven't learned anything good yet learn some bad things instead. It's strange if someone like him can go far.'"

  Fang Yu: "......"

  Jiang Chuan: "He deserved to fall off, probably just pretending for sympathy."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  Jiang Chuan: "Please don't mention this person again, it's really annoying. Haven't you milked it enough? Wait until there's a work to promote before coming back to life, this eager-to-eat face is really ugly——oh right, I'm just a passerby, please don't identify me."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  Jiang Chuan: "If I had fallen and ended up in hospital, then I would believe it. But this is all just fine, no sympathy needed."

  Jiang Chuan hadn't finished reading when his phone was snatched away by Fang Yu. The agent frowned and said, "Don't read it anymore, the more you read, the more annoying it gets."

  "Oh, it's nothing."

  Fang Yu put away his phone and stared at Jiang Chuan for a moment: "...... You've been pretty calm lately, I thought you weren't affected that much——but actually, you must have some feelings about it, right? It's uncomfortable or whatever. After all, you weren't a public figure before, being pointed at and scolded by so many people... ordinary people might not experience this in their lifetime..."

  Jiang Chuan thought for a moment, his face expressionless as he nodded: "Actually it's fine, I've been in situations like this before when my dad pointed a gun at my head... But back then I didn't think too much about it either, after all I'm his only son and at that age he couldn't have another one even if he wanted to - if he killed me, there wouldn't be another..."

  Fang Yu: "............?"

  "Just kidding." Jiang Chuan said after a pause.

  "As long as you're fine, if there's anything that makes you unhappy, be sure to tell me - or even that foreign friend of yours, don't keep it bottled up inside, or you'll get sick from suppressing it."

  Fang Yu let out a sigh, raised his hand and patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder, with an expression that spoke volumes. Jiang Chuan smiled softly and turned around to continue removing his makeup, and the room fell silent once again.

  A needle falling on the ground can be heard with a rhythm.

  However, the two humans in the room did not know that at this moment, there was another creature in the room who had witnessed and heard the entire conversation: Jiang Chuan's smile was so funny that the hamster squatting on his leg almost shed tears.

  That's heartbreaking, those stupid black bastards!

  At this moment, in the hamster's mind, it was already wearing a battle armor, riding on Xiao Hei (?), holding a dagger and shouting "For Demacia", surrounded by holy light, charging into a group of black people, killing them all - wherever they went, black blood flew everywhere - no mistake, in Jian Ran's eyes, the blood flowing from those black bodies was indeed black!

  Fuming with rage.

  Not even being scolded makes me so angry.

  Although I have no idea what I am angry about - after all, as a public figure, these things seem to be necessary experiences.

  After sighing, he felt a deep pain again. He was so resentful of his current state that he didn't even have the chance to communicate normally with Jiang Cheng. All he could do was hold onto his wrist and rub against him like an idiot to express his frustration. If he were human, he would open his arms and hug him, comfort him, overpower him, cover him with a pillow so he couldn't think of anything else, and then deliver a passionate 10,000-word speech analyzing the current state and future direction of entertainment circle anti-fans.

  The road is still very long.

  He really wanted to tell Jiang Chuan all the experiences he had accumulated on his way to today, so that at least he would feel a little useful.

  Here is the translation:

  Thinking of this, Soso felt useless and his mouse nose turned sour. He silently buried his face in his master's chest and wallowed in the past. Completely unaware that after Jiang Chuan finished removing his makeup, he put him on the table, gave him some snacks, and went to take a bath. Fang Yu surfed the internet for a while outside, poked at the mouse who was facing its butt towards him, then raised his voice to tell Jiang Chuan in the bathroom that he would be leaving first and there would be a car coming tomorrow morning to take them to the hospital.

  Jiang Chuan responded with a "yes" from inside the bathroom.

  Fang Yu left.

  The house suddenly fell silent.

  Xiao Hei poked his head out of the cage, expressionless, and asked Nai Cha, who was crouching beside a pile of food, shivering: "What's wrong?"

  Milk tea sobbed and said: "I didn't cry."

  Little Hei: "Crybaby."

  "Get out! You're the one who's crying... Waaahhh."

  About half an hour later, Jiang Chuan came out of the bathroom, glanced at the bruises on the bed, and ran to the mirror to take a look at his back. Finally, he seemed uninterested in the bruises, picked them up and threw them onto the table, changed into pajamas, and lay down on the bed with wet hair.

  The hamster jumped down from the table, landed on the bench, and then jumped onto the bed - when it fell into the soft quilt, it made a "pa" sound, and then it rushed along the quilt towards the owner's head.

  Jiang Chuan covered himself with the quilt, pulling it down to his chin. The hamster then crouched at the edge of the quilt, stretching out its plump body, extending its paws and carefully touching Jiang Chuan's chin.

  "Hey, Ah Fei, are you sleeping with me tonight?"

  Hamster retracted its paws and raised both arms to indicate: yes I do.

  Jiang Chuan blinked, and slightly lay down - the hamster slid smoothly, plop, onto his face - as if afraid Jiang Chuan would dislike him, the hamster immediately shifted its stout body, clumsily moving away from his face to the pillow beside him.

  A small dent on the pillow.

  Jiang Chuan lay there, staring at the ceiling for a while before suddenly saying out of nowhere: "Fang Yu said I should be feeling unwell - but actually, it's not that I'm feeling unwell, it's just a bit strange. I didn't do anything to them, so why do these people hate me like I dug up their ancestors' graves?"

  Jian Ran: "......"

  He quietly squatted beside Jiang Chuan's pillow, not speaking, but silently moving his body closer to the man beside him, letting his fluffy body lightly lean against his side at a distance that wouldn't disturb the other person - in fact, Jiang Chuan's confusion was something he could answer.

  And what he wanted to hear was even more unpleasant than Jiang Chuan had imagined.

  These people don't actually hate him, they're just venting their negative emotions. It doesn't matter who the object of their abuse is, and they won't care about the impact of their words on others after they've said them and gone back to their own lives. To them, this is just a trivial episode in their lives - they curse, turn around, and might even forget... But when fans defending the celebrity come up to scold them, they suddenly feel innocent and claim that they were just casually commenting, why are they being attacked by fans? He's just an ordinary person.

  At the time of arguing with reason, they still didn't forget to scold celebrities and fans for their moral character, saying things like "dead glass heart".

  But it's also not entirely their fault.

  I still remember that I saw a star say something very good on a certain variety show, she said, you don't have to care about what the only black sheep among the hundred people who encourage you says, after all, there are still so many people left who spent so much time typing to encourage you, and you're entangled with one black sheep, which is actually unfair to them.

  This principle applies to life in general: you will never know what happened to those who hurt you, which led them to have a bad mood and speak ill words, and you also don't have the obligation to bear their emotions.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lift his hind legs and scratch his fluffy face with a rather helpless expression.

  Unfortunately, he couldn't convey this principle well to Jiang Chuan.

  It's really hard being a hamster.

  "Fang Yu said, if I feel unhappy, I should find someone to talk to."

  “……”

  "But then I think of all the people I know, and how they'd react if I told them about this. They'd probably laugh at me for being so bothered by something so trivial - maybe even tease me about it for the rest of my life."

  “……”

  "So can't tell them," Jiang Chuan turned over, stretched out his hand and poked the hamster next to him, which was still scratching its butt with its head tilted back, staring at itself, "Just tell Ah Fei."

  “……”

  At close range, Jiang Chuan's face is stunningly handsome.

  When the man whispers complaints, those long and dense eyelashes droop down, like a butterfly flapping its wings, gently stirring its own wings... His high nose bridge casts a small shadow on one side of his cheek, and his deep blue eyes are bottomless, yet rippling with waves, as if hiding millions of emotions - accidentally meeting his gaze can easily lead to being trapped.

  Follow, ah, fat, say, say, then, good, le.

  Jian Ran: "……………………"

  It's decided then, I'll just be a cute hamster for now. l3l4