novelraw Chapter 7 This guy is really not pretending!
Chapter 7 This guy is really not pretending!
"Pfft—"
Shen Xiaoyuan covered her mouth with both hands.
His shoulders were shaking violently.
This guy is so outspoken!
The first male guest in the history of dating reality shows to openly ask to be taken care of by a sugar daddy!
Lin Shishi suddenly turned her head.
Staring at Song Ze.
Her mind was filled with that legendary song, "Liang Liang".
A musical genius of this caliber would actually say in public that he wants to find a rich woman?
absurd.
Outrageous.
What kind of mudslide is in this person's brain?
The host got stuck.
How can this be rounded?
Did he say he was joking?
His expression was so serious that he seemed to want to pull out his payment QR code right away!
The barrage of comments paused for a second.
Then.
exploded.
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!]
[What the hell do you mean you don't want to work hard anymore?! Song Gou, are you treating this dating reality show like "If You Are the One"?!]
[Rich woman, I'm starving! This guy's mental state is a hundred years ahead of mine!]
[So handsome, sings so well, and you're trying to take shortcuts? Give me your bank account number, I'll give you fifty bucks!]
[Get out of my way, I'll pay five hundred! Song Ze is mine tonight!]
[A real person in the Chinese entertainment industry! Absolutely a real person in the Chinese entertainment industry! Isn't this better than those greasy men who try to portray themselves as deeply affectionate?]
The Weibo trending topics list has been updated.
#Song Ze, I don't want to work hard anymore#
First to arrive by air.
Control room.
The assistant director grabbed the director's sleeve with both hands.
Shaking wildly.
"It's explosive! Director! It's trending at number one!"
The director slapped his hand away.
With both hands on the control panel, he stared at Song Ze's lifeless face on the monitor.
"This kid..."
The director swallowed hard.
"This kid is practically a god of variety shows descended upon us!"
Shanghai, Cloudview Center office building.
Zhang Juan stared at the computer screen.
Blood pressure shot straight to the top of his head.
Just a second ago, she was basking in the glory of the hashtag #SongZeOriginalMusician#.
The next second I saw "Rich women are the best".
Zhang Juan felt a wave of dizziness and pinched her thigh hard to force herself to calm down.
She slammed her keyboard, clicked on the trending topic, and braced herself for the barrage of insults from the entire internet.
result.
The comments section has a bizarre style.
"Haha, this guy is so relatable!"
"I'm a fan now, I love this kind of unpretentious personality."
"So what if he's a jerk? Jerks need to eat too!"
Zhang Juan was stunned.
When did netizens' tastes become so peculiar?
She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the number of PR Director Lao Liu.
"Old Liu!"
"Add an entry! Add an entry now!"
"#Song Ze is a real person!#"
"Yes! Create a contrasting persona for him! Say he's humorous! Say he's a meme addict!"
"Buy online trolls to stir up trouble and push him towards the image of a comedian!"
The living room of the villa.
The host has finally regained his professionalism.
He forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Haha, Teacher Song is so humorous."
"That concludes tonight's live stream!"
Thank you for watching, see you tomorrow!
The red lights on the cameras all went out at once.
The live stream has ended.
Without the constraints of the camera, nobody wanted to pretend anymore.
Zhang Hao was the first to stand up.
He grabbed his coat from the back of the sofa and walked upstairs without looking back.
When passing Song Ze, he deliberately kept a half-meter distance away, not even glancing in his direction out of the corner of his eye.
The other guests also stood up.
Some grabbed water cups, while others made excuses.
They scattered like birds and beasts.
No one dared to speak to Song Ze.
A disgraced celebrity who is universally disliked online stole the spotlight tonight and even publicly made comments about having a brainstem defect.
Whoever touches it will die.
Shen Xiaoyuan got up from the carpet.
He patted the dust off his pants.
She wanted to go over and strike up a conversation, but after glancing at her colleagues who were avoiding her like the plague, she shrank back.
Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow.
The hype is too intense; she's afraid her birth chart isn't strong enough to handle it.
She slunk upstairs as well.
Song Ze slumped on the sofa.
She touched her belly.
I'm hungry.
In my past life, I barely ate anything all day because I was trying to cope with this lousy show.
In addition, playing the piano just now had taken up a lot of my energy.
His mind is now filled with nothing but Bitcoin, new energy, AI, and food.
Before making money, you have to fill your stomach first.
Song Ze stood up and stretched.
I didn't go to the bedroom on the second floor.
We turned directly onto the open-plan kitchen on the first floor.
Lin Shishi sat on a single sofa.
Didn't move.
She watched as Song Ze's tall figure swayed as he walked into the kitchen.
I opened the double-door refrigerator and took out a plate of jackfruit.
I just looked up.
He met Lin Shishi's face.
Lin Shishi stood on the opposite side of the island platform.
Arms crossed over the chest.
Her stunning face was devoid of the politeness and aloofness she displayed in front of the camera.
Song Ze raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
He pulled out a high stool next to the island counter and sat down.
Should I give you some?
Lin Shishi ignored his words.
She took a step forward and placed her hands on the cold marble countertop.
Why?
She spoke.
His voice was cold and clear, and his eyes held emotions more complex than anger.
"Why? Why?"
He suddenly found it a little funny.
This pampered daughter, cherished by millions, will probably never understand what it feels like to be relentlessly attacked and criticized online.
They would never understand the frustration of having to bear all the consequences when you've done nothing wrong.
"Just you wait," Song Ze sneered inwardly, "I'll find that person and then I'll tell you why."
"You clearly possess that kind of talent."
Lin Shishi stared at him, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she had finally found an outlet for the words she had been holding back all night.
"Your piano skills and singing ability are outstanding even in the entire music industry."
Do you know how many people dream of having this kind of talent?
"But you just treat it like trash and say you're looking for a rich woman in front of the camera—"
At this point, she took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress some surging emotions.
"What do you consider music to be?"
Song Ze put down the plate.
Raise your head.
Looking at the popular young actress in front of me, her face full of righteous indignation.
She doesn't understand.
How could a privileged girl like her, born into privilege and with a smooth-sailing life, possibly understand the treacherous nature of the entertainment industry?
In my past life, I cared too much about this damn career, which is why I was tricked and ruined.
Now he has traveled back in time.
Screw your musical dreams.
Making money is the only truth.
Song Ze leaned back lazily in his chair.
He put his hands in his pockets.
He looked at her with a half-smile.
"Which language?"
"Looking for a rich woman?"
Lin Shishi frowned.
Do you find this funny?
"Not humorous."
Song Ze's smile faded.
The tone was frank.
"Because it's true."
Lin Shishi was stunned.
Song Ze leaned forward, resting his elbows on the island platform.
Look her straight in the eye.
Can playing the piano put food on the table?
"Can you make me hundreds of thousands overnight?"
"Could you let me buy a few apartments in Shanghai to rent out?"
He asked three questions in a row.
Lin Shishi was stumped by the question.
"But……"
"But what? But art is priceless?"
Song Ze scoffed.
"Stop joking, young lady."
"Art can't put food on the table."
He pointed to the jackfruit in the plate.
"Jackfruit is fine."
He then pointed outside the door.
"A rich woman is fine too."
Lin Shishi's lips moved slightly.
He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
"Alright, stop trying to impose your lofty artistic ideals on me."
Song Zezhan picked up a piece of jackfruit and put it in his mouth.
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"All I want is to make money, not to work hard."
He looked at Lin Shishi, who was still standing frozen in place.
"If you know any middle-aged women who are worth hundreds of millions and are very generous."
"Remember to send me a WeChat message."
Song Ze continued eating jackfruit.
With his cheeks puffed out, he continued in a muffled voice:
"You really don't recognize me?"