CH 60

In the end, under Song Yunran’s coercion, the editorial director finally agreed not to cut into the part where the two were negotiating.

He watched the director make a pledge in front of the camera before he went back to the post-production.

Ten minutes later, Song Yunran and Qin Ke finished playing the board and took off the microphone, officially ending the recording for the day.

When they returned to their bedroom, the broken window had been muddled with a few sheets of newspaper.

Song Yunran lay down on the bed, recalling the humiliating experience in the utility room, and was so angry that he punched the wall hard.

The old and dilapidated wall rustled down a few handfuls of white plaster, spilling all over his face.

“……”

Song Yunran is even more angry, took the paper towel handed to him by Qin Ke, who was sleeping on the outside, wiped off the white ash, and lay back down to spit indignantly: “I will never work with Shen Yiyi again!”

Qin Ke turned off the bedside lamp: “She probably didn’t expect you to go into the utility room, not to mention that she, as an investor, only proposed the idea, the actual details of the formal implementation still depended on the variety program studio.”

Song Yunran glared: “How can you speak for her? Whose side are you on, exactly?”

“…… Well, your side.”

Qin Ke seemed to have discovered a way to soothe a cranky little creature, whispering, “Don’t think about it, go to bed early? I will be next to you tonight, no matter who comes, I will help you fight him off.”

Apparently, this attitude greatly pleased President Xiao Song.

He grunted a few times and said, “Don’t coax me like a child. It’s all over today, no one will come in again.”

Qin Ke laughed silently, thinking that it’s much easier to coax a child than you.

The result is just a few minutes of calm, Song Yunran suddenly sat up again: “Do you think the director sister will be fooling me, or shall I steal the master tape overnight.”

Qin Ke was speechless, it was impossible to imagine what was going on in Xiao Song’s head all day long.

He simply used action instead of words, got up and stretched his arm to hook, and directly pressed Song Yunran back to the bed.

Song Yunran: “?

What the hell, you rebellious son, how dare you put your hands on your dad!

He struggled a few times, and found that although Qin Ke was thin, he was very strong, and every inch of his muscles were unexpectedly strong, and he could easily suppress him completely with force.

“Let go, I’m going to be strangled to death by you!”

Song Yunran had no choice but to plead for mercy on the spot, “I was just saying that, how could I really steal the master tape!”

Qin Ke did not use his full strength at all, and knew that he was exaggerating. He calmly replied, “Call out brother and I will let go.”

“Have a face, you still owe me a father not yet called ah!”

“……?”

Song Yunran nerves trembled, as if the silence from Qin Ke pinpointed a hint of danger.

As the saying goes, those who know the right time are wise, he immediately used a pitiful tone: “Brother I was wrong, pain pain pain, please, brother you quickly stop.”

After the words were spoken, he sadly discovered a fact.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, after he called out brother once in the hospital last time, calling out this time is not so awkward.

Even Qin Ke’s forearm which suddenly tensed up for some reason gave him infinite pleasure.

How come you are at a loss for words after I called you brother a few times?

Heh, it’s just like that.

If it was me, I wouldn’t have a single fluctuation in my heart even if you knelt down and shouted dad a hundred times.

So, in order to prove that Qin Ke is a weak person, Song Yunran made a big mistake.

He intentionally breathed on the back of the opponent’s hand: “Why isn’t brother talking? Just now aren’t you very powerful? You have the ability to make a move without the ability to speak?”

“…… Song Yunran.”

Qin Ke interrupted him intolerably, his voice inexplicably a little low and mute. It was coldly dipped in the darkness, like coming from a deep well, “You are a fool, right?”

How can you still swear at people?

Song Yunran froze and was about to retort angrily when he felt the power imprisoning him at the top of his neck disappeared.

Qin Ke turned his back in silence, and seemed to be farther away.

A few minutes later, his breathing was heavier than usual, falling messily in his ears. It was impossible to hear the exact emotions, but it was like he was on fire.

Song Yunran seems to understand, but he would rather he did not understand.

After a while of silence, Qin Ke got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

When he came back, he had a chill on his body and his tone was back to normal: “Sorry.”

There was no need to apologize, Song Yunran thought awkwardly.

He had been a grown man for two lifetimes, and he could figure out some things with a little thought.

It’s just that he didn’t expect that this kind of accident would happen between himself and Qin Ke.

It was quite embarrassing.

To ease this long bout of awkwardness, Song Yunran decided to change the subject, “Do you know why I’m afraid of ghosts?”

“Hmm?”

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“I already told you, when I was a kid, my parents were too busy working to come home, so they hired three nannies to take care of me.”

“And so?” Qin Ke was really distracted.

Song Yunran said, “The nanny who took care of me in bed was a pervert. Children should listen to bedtime stories, so she told me ghost stories every day, and when I didn’t want to listen, she said, ‘Only bad children who have done bad things are afraid of ghosts’.”

Qin Ke frowned: “You did not tell others?”

“I was too young to believe everything adults said.”

Looking back, Song Yunran himself felt ridiculous to the point of being funny, “The nanny said it was because I was not good that mom and dad did not want to come home, she was training my guts to become a brave good boy, so I absolutely could not tell this secret out, otherwise I would never be able to turn back into a good boy.”

That kind of life lasted for most of the year.

Until one day, little Song Yunran couldn’t take it anymore and secretly called his mother in tears, saying that he had tried very hard to be a good boy.

Bai Waning repeatedly asked, and only from her son’s words of aggression, she was able to piece together the truth.

The senior executives of Ningdong still remember that it was the first time they saw the elegant and decent Chairman Bai, who, after hanging up the phone, broke a phone in the conference room in public.

Song Yunran concluded: “That afternoon my parents rushed back. I don’t know exactly how they handled it, but since then, I’ve never seen that nanny again.”

Qin Ke closed his eyes in silence, and the image of watching Song Yunran receive an award in his last life came to his mind.

At that time he thought Song Yunran was standing on stage, smiling with a dimple in his cheek and an endless number of stars in his eyes, just like a carefree little prince.

But only now did he know that the little prince had also met a wicked witch.

I shouldn’t have allowed Song Yunran to enter the utility room just now.

Qin Ke thought, if he had known this, he should have stopped Song Yunran when he saw him enter the prop room on the set of “Hong Bai Xi Xi”.

“Why aren’t you talking again?”

Song Yunran waited impatiently and urged, “Are you touched by my story and are quietly shaking your fist with tears?”

Qin Ke opened his eyes slowly, and through the hazy moonlight outside the window, he put his hand on the top of Song Yunran’s hair.

The long and slender fingers with the strength of comfort, gently patted his head.

Still nothing was said.

But Song Yunran seems to understand: “Ah, you are embarrassed to say it directly? Then let me guess, you must be thinking, ‘Respected Mr. Song, now you are the most powerful president in the world, no demon or monster will dare to hurt you in the future! .”

“Hmm.” Qin Ke gave a very light laugh, “That’s pretty much it.”

Although this was only one of the sentences.

Qin Ke thought, if he could go back in time, he would find that little Song Yunran and tell him, ‘Don’t be afraid, you are the best little kid in the world.’

“Slow Holiday Travel” was a recording format that was filmed and broadcasted at the same time.

After the day of filming, the first phase of the material will be completely sufficient.

The production company is a veteran of variety shows, so they got the footage and started editing it right away, successfully catching up with the platform’s advertised broadcast time.

At 8:00 pm on Saturday, the first episode of “Slow Holiday Travel” went online.

The long-awaited viewers almost crowded the broadcast platform, while Song Yunran, one of the six guests, sat at home playing games.

The recording schedule is very reasonable, every time it takes only three days to record, then the guests are released to return to deal with the other loose ends. Three days later, they leave again, and so on until the end of the recording.

Song Yunran called He Ziyou to his home today to pass the time.

Unfortunately, He Ziyou was distracted the whole time and complained while rubbing the handle, “Must you play the game? Can’t you really let me watch ‘Slow Holiday Travel’ for a while?”

Song Yunran’s face was expressionless: “How old are you, what kind of variety show are you watching, focus on playing the game?”

He didn’t want to see the ridiculous picture of himself almost crying by a Bluetooth stereo.

He Ziyou put down the handle: “No more games, I still want to watch the variety show.”

Song Yunran did not expect that He Ziyou would be so excited about his variety show debut.

He looked askance at the other party and asked in disbelief, “But I’m sitting in front of you in person, isn’t that more approachable than on the screen?”

He Ziyou coldly said, “Wake up, have you forgotten that Dai Yao is the goddess I grew up watching?”

Song Yunran: “……”

Oh, so it’s not to see him, then it’s okay.

I can’t stop people from chasing stars.

He silently switched the game to single player mode, playing alone while occasionally glancing at He Ziyou sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

He Ziyou did not care about him, wearing headphones to reveal the silly face of young boys. From time to time, a few sounds of not too bright laughter, he was watching quite involved.

Song Yunran gave a “tsk”, and somehow felt very bored, even the game that he usually likes the most could not encourage.

He mechanically controlled the game’s villain to jump over several cliffs one after another, and for no apparent reason, the phrase “it’s a pity that Qin Ke is not at home tonight” popped into his head.

No, what is the need to think about Qin Ke!

Song Yunran was startled by his own thoughts, and hurriedly focused on his attention, but when he looked up, he found that the little man had lost his footing and fallen off the cliff.

He was stunned for a few seconds and put down his phone with the intention of switching to a different game.

As a result, he just got up to get the cassette, when he saw He Ziyou was looking at himself with a blank stare.

“……” Song Yunran explained, “It was a slip of the hand just now, otherwise with my level, I wouldn’t have been unable to pass this level.”

Unexpectedly, He Ziyou’s gaze became more subtle.

Song Yunran was inwardly shocked, could it be that he had already seen the section of the utility room and was eager to laugh at me for being a coward?

I don’t think so, according to his inside information, the program team should treat that segment as suspense and save it for the second broadcast?

But if that was the case, why did He Ziyou’s expression distort?

The more Song Yunran thought about it, the more confused he became. He simply dropped the game and slipped upstairs to the master bedroom in the name of taking a shower.

He locked the bathroom door, took out his phone and pondered for a moment, thought about it and clicked into an entertainment forum to see the real-time feedback from netizens.

I must say, contemporary netizens are sometimes particularly thoughtful.

He just clicked in and saw that the top of the forum was the centralized discussion post of “Slow Holiday Travel”.

Song Yunran took a glance at ten lines, picking out the content related to him, looking at it, and his fist unconsciously clenched.

What’s the point of having to do with this? The actual fact is that you can’t get a lot of money from the company.

[Hello, is the program team here? The script was posted too exaggeratedly, 520 was calculated in one second. is it because you are afraid that we can’t see that Song Yunran is cheating?]

[Could it be that people have been smoking 520 for a long time?

[ I think I’ve realized something.]

“???”

Never mind, keep looking down.

[Wrapping paper reasoning …… faintly dizzy]

[I figured it out but I’m not talking about it, let the stage play out to your heart’s content, too showy.]

[Who showed an aunt’s smile? Oh, it was me, the dizzy chicken.]

Song Yunran: “……”

Why are you getting high again, can these people do something serious for one day!

Can you boast about my ability to see clearly?

Song Yunran is very angry, he suspected that there is a dizzy fan in this post to bring the rhythm. Thinking for a few seconds, he reported all those replies.

A few minutes later, the forum text message popped up, telling him that the administrator had rejected his report.

Song Yunran squeezed his phone tightly, powerless and furious.

He paced back and forth in the bathroom and finally decided to numb himself with work.

Song Yunran called Assistant Tang: “How’s the heat now?”

“Beyond expectations,” Assistant Tang’s tone was full of excitement, “Chief Song, as expected of you, your first appearance on the screen has sparked a lot of discussion, and someone in the official blog commented on you!”

Song Yunran was shocked: “What the hell?”

Assistant Tang: “A natural born president? A man of mental arithmetic? The beauty of Tonggu Village is worth eating and broadcasting [love], the only officially designated prince of Ningdong Group [love], and it is not a loss to invest @ Song Yunran [love] [love].”

Song Yunran was numb, and only after a long time did he say, “There is no need to read out Emoji.”

“…… okay.” Assistant Tang cleared his throat, “Mr. Song, do you think we should contact the platform and take advantage of this wave of heat to send out the promotional teaser for “After I Met You”?”

Song Yunran had this in mind: “Let me know when you send it out, I’ll forward it.”

Yes, he worked very hard to participate in the variety show so that he could do his part to promote the upcoming web series.

Although the netizens who watched “Slow Holiday Travel” were a bit strange, but he believed that with his own power, he would be able to turn the tide!

Half an hour later, Song Yunran came out of the shower, and the moment he swiped to the Weibo comments, he couldn’t help but turn into a daze.

[Mom is helping you to control the comments everywhere, but you are posting small ads here?]

[How are you, Mr. Song? What other bets did you and Qin Ke make and how much did you get to make, can you tell me? Don’t treat your VIP members like outsiders.]

[Cub, tell mom, you obviously went into the small black room, how come you and Qin Ke came out in the same room in the next preview? I’m very concerned, waiting for a reply online.]

After reading the comments one by one, Song Yunran’s whole body is not very good.

He took a few deep breaths and ran downstairs with a thud, grabbed He Ziyou who was playing with his phone in the living room and poured out his bitterness with a gusto.

Finally, he concluded unconvincingly, “The brain circuit of this generation of netizens is really hard to understand.”

Who knows that after listening to it, He Zi You looked at him unexpectedly: “So you and Qin Ke are just interacting normally?”

“What else?”

“You do not want to fight with the ‘thousand soldiers’?”

“…… What’s a thousand soldiers?”

He Ziyou was silent for a long time and finally held Song Yunran’s hands, his tone sincere: “Don’t blame the netizens, it is recommended that you look at the video, to review and reflect on yourself.”

T/N: My first language isn’t English, and there may be some grammatical errors. But I try not to deviate from the author’s narrative. If there are any errors or nonsensical sentences, feel free to comment.