Huayu: Please leave me alone, I really want to retire from the entertainment industry!

Chapter 76 The Innocent Deception of a Scumbag

I accidentally kissed him on the lips.

Tian Xiwei's brain shut down the moment it made contact.

She only wanted to kiss him on the cheek—the kind of kiss that's grateful, 'pure,' like a junior sister to a senior brother.

However, the height difference, combined with the momentum of her forward lunge, caused her lips to deviate precisely from their intended course and crash headfirst into Song Ze's mouth.

Then she forgot to move it.

Tian Xiwei opened her tear-filled eyes wide, her lips pressed blankly against Song Ze's lips, her whole being like a computer that had crashed—the screen was lit, but the background processes were completely blocked.

Even breathing stopped.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhang Juan's hand, which was holding up her phone to record, froze in mid-air, and the screen image remained frozen on this moment.

Bai Lu's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

Song Ze, who was at the center of the storm, was completely stiff.

He has been burdened with the infamy of being the "number one scumbag" across the internet in both his past and present lives, and his retirement from the entertainment industry was due to rumors that he had been promiscuous.

But in fact--

He hadn't even properly held a girl's hand more than a few times.

kiss?

This is the first time.

The soft touch on his lips and the faint milky scent of the girl assaulted his senses, causing Song Ze's brain to freeze. His hands hung stiffly in mid-air; pushing her away would seem like disgust, while hugging her would appear like harassment.

They remained in the same position, completely at a loss.

The two of them stood quietly close together in the night breeze on the top floor of the Peace Hotel, for three seconds, five seconds.

Song Ze's ears turned red at a visible speed, spreading all the way to his neck.

The number one scumbag on the internet is now as famous as a virgin.

No, that's him.

The first to break the deadlock was Bailu.

She loved watching the drama unfold and immediately let out a loud whistle.

"Wow! The French feast hasn't even started, and they're already serving a French kiss?" Bai Lu slammed her hand on the table. "Xiao Tian, ​​you're something else! Your first move on your nineteenth day was spot on!"

Wang Churan snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and turned her face towards Jiang Jing.

"You want to find a partner on your very first day of turning nineteen? Have you made an appointment? Have you waited in line? Have you even asked us?"

Tian Xiwei shuddered and sprang back as if she'd been electrocuted. She covered her mouth, her face burning red.

"I...I didn't mean to kiss you! I meant to kiss your cheek...wait, my foot slipped!"

Bai Lu: "Slippery feet? Your slippery feet are so precise, you must be wearing a GPS tracker."

"It really slipped!!!"

Tian Xiwei wished she could dig a hole and disappear into the Huangpu River.

Song Zeqing cleared his throat.

He awkwardly touched his lips with the back of his hand, trying to regain his "senior brother" dignity. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced a calm expression on his face.

"Ahem, that's enough."

He tilted his chin towards the food truck.

"The cake will really collapse if we don't cut it soon, so hurry up and make a wish."

Zhang Juan reacted extremely quickly.

She deleted the video recording from her phone with lightning speed, then raised her voice: "I didn't see anything!"

After saying that, he frantically winked at his colleagues around him.

The PR manager, Mr. Zhou, immediately understood and turned to face the Huangpu River: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

The administrative assistant next to me was frantically tapping on her phone, head down: "I'm replying to messages, I'm replying to messages."

For popular celebrities to date is tantamount to career suicide. This applies to both Song Ze, who is already famous, and Tian Xiwei, whose career is just starting out.

Everyone present was well aware of this.

The cake-cutting process was completed hastily by Tian Xiwei, who was extremely shy. The nineteen-layer fondant cake was divided into several pieces. Tian Xiwei kept her head down the whole time, her ears were so red they could fry an egg on them, and her hand was shaking when the knife almost pierced the seventeenth layer.

Song Ze stood three steps away, deliberately maintaining a safe distance.

The atmosphere needs to be eased.

He glanced at the Sennheiser equipment in the corner of the terrace and said, "The equipment has arrived, why don't we give it a try? Perfect, let's simulate the stress scenarios for our partners."

Tian Xiwei looked up at him, her eyes still showing lingering embarrassment.

"Now?"

"Now." Song Ze handed over the rose gold HD25 Plus glasses. "Put them on."

Tian Xiwei took the headphones and then picked up the Digital9000 microphone. The metal tube was heavy, and the microphone head was so finely crafted that it reflected a person's image.

The moment she held the top-of-the-line equipment in her hands, the weight transmitted through her palms, and her previously erratic heartbeat gradually stabilized.

This is her confidence on the "Singer" stage.

Song Ze turned to look at Bai Lu and Wang Churan.

"Come on, give me a hand."

Bai Lu's eyes lit up: "What are we acting out?"

"You play the most difficult, high-profile debut singer, making all sorts of unreasonable demands." Song Ze then looked at Wang Churan, "You play the cold noodle director, publicly questioning her professionalism."

Wang Churan raised an eyebrow: "Playing myself."

Bai Lu cleared her throat, crossed her legs, and raised her chin to a 45-degree angle.

"I require that the temperature in my dressing room be kept constant at 22.5 degrees Celsius, that I only drink Fijian mineral water, and also—my entrance background music must be performed live by a symphony orchestra, no recordings allowed."

Wang Churan placed his hands on the table, staring coldly at Tian Xiwei.

"Tian Xiwei, right? A freshman with no stage experience. What makes you think you can meet the needs of that top singer? Why did the production team give you this position?"

Tian Xiwei gripped the microphone, her lips moved, and her voice was a little weak: "I..."

Song Ze stood behind her, not interfering.

He just jokingly said, "If you get nervous again, I'll give you another kiss."

Tian Xiwei straightened her back instantly.

No. Absolutely not. If she dies again, she might as well jump into the Huangpu River tonight.

Although there was a tiny bit of expectation in a corner of my heart.

But that doesn't matter.

She raised her head and looked directly at Wang Churan.

"Director Wang, you're right, I have no stage experience. But the core function of a partner is not to perform on stage, but to serve."

Tian Xiwei's voice has stabilized.

"From the third to the fourth season of 'Singer,' the voting preferences of the 500-person audience panel shifted by 17 percentage points from purely technical to emotional resonance. The audience's desensitization period to high notes shortened from three episodes to one and a half episodes. This means that the singers' song selection strategies must be significantly adjusted every two episodes—this requires someone who understands both data and communication."

Bai Lu, who had been maintaining a high-class demeanor, couldn't help but smile when she heard the words "desensitization cycle."

Tian Xiwei turned to her: "As for the temperature in your dressing room, 22.5 degrees Celsius is fine. I will confirm the air conditioner model and vent location with the stage manager in advance. As for bottled water, Fiji Water doesn't have a stable supply channel in Changsha, but I can contact the brand to arrange a special line—or, would you consider Evian? The taste is similar, and the sponsor can negotiate resource swaps."

Bai Lu tensed up for three seconds, then burst out laughing.

"No way, you're actually going to solve it for me?"

It's all ruined.

Wang Churan didn't smile, but nodded slightly.

"The reaction speed is acceptable."

Seeing that Tian Xiwei had regained her composure, Song Ze nodded in satisfaction. He was just about to start summarizing—

Zhang Juan's cell phone suddenly rang.

The urgent ringing of the bell sounded particularly abrupt on the terrace.

Zhang Juan answered the phone, listened for a few words, and her smile quickly vanished. She walked over to Song Ze, lowered her voice, but her eyes had already turned to Tian Xiwei.

"Hongtao's assistant at Hunan TV."

Zhang Juan paused for a moment.

"The partners' rehearsal, originally scheduled for next week, has been moved up to the day after tomorrow..."