After Transmigrating as Cannon Fodder, I Became the Darling of the Variety Show - Chapter 3

It was the same indecent video, but the “An Rao” in the footage was now blinking frantically at a rate of ten times per second, his eyeballs mischievously jumping from side to side.

The anti-fans were stunned. Was this guy crazy? Posting his own indecent video?

However, something felt different.

【Holy crap, is something wrong with his eyes? The blinking is about to make my phone screen explode.】

【LMAO, what is up with those eyeballs jumping left and right? An Rao, are you being a comedian?】

【Eh, I went to check the original video. In that one, his eyes did not move at all. He did not blink once for five minutes. This, this, this is crazy.】

【Animation major here to weigh in: the original video is an AI deepfake using a static photo as the base material, which is why the eyes do not move. Also, after a careful comparison, there is a frame where the face mapping actually detaches.】

An Rao watched and laughed; it seemed the netizens were not entirely useless.

【So you are saying the protagonist of that video is not An Rao, but someone who intentionally used AI face-swapping to smear him?】

【How poisonous. A video like that is enough to ruin someone forever. Who could be so wicked?】

【Hahaha, using frantic blinking to compensate for the missing frames, right? Love it, love it. But, just saying, this AI video paired with An Rao’s face is attractive.】

【My phantom limb is hard.】

【This guy is actually kind of cute. Not only can he draw, but he has mastered the traffic code.】

As for who produced the fake video, An Rao had no way of knowing for now. He posted a Weibo:

【Just learned this AI face-swapping technology. If everyone is interested, I will release a tutorial. But, while it is okay to play around, you must never cross legal boundaries.】

Watching himself gain a hundred thousand fans in a mere half-hour, he shut down his computer, planning to lie like a corpse in bed for a nap.

People with brains would have an epiphany after seeing this video, but as for those who wanted to hate him, even if he dragged the culprit in front of the screen to confess to everyone, the anti-fans would only think it was a scapegoat he found to wash himself clean.

He could not be bothered to argue right and wrong with idiots.

Before sleeping, he took one last look at his phone. A news notification happened to push through:

【Chu Guannan has successfully returned from Libya’s desert with his filming team; fans gathered at the airport early this morning to greet him.】

The Libyan desert is quite the place.

An Rao blinked as a wave of sleepiness hit him.

He wanted to go see it.

There would be a chance in the future, right?

Although he was born into a wealthy family, a child of a second marriage truly had no economic freedom. Asking for money required looking at the faces of others.

During his four years of university, he fought hard to join competitions, get scholarships, submit various works, and sell paintings online. He finally saved up 500,000 by the year he graduated.

He had even boarded the plane, but then his life was gone just like that.

An Rao snapped his eyes open.

He could not just sit and wait for death; the vast world outside was beckoning him.

But 500,000 was indeed not a small sum; it would be difficult to achieve in a short time.

However, if it were Chu Guannan, this small amount of money should not be worth his notice. Regardless, Chu did not like him anyway. Even one glance was too much.

As long as he took the initiative to propose a divorce, he might be able to get a generous divorce settlement.

Marriage and divorce were no small matters for celebrities; their every move was stared at by countless eyes. Chu Guannan should not send himself to the hot searches over just any trivial matter.

An Rao began to recall the original novel.

Chu Guannan went from curiosity to attraction to being unable to extricate himself regarding the protagonist, Lin Jingxi, simply because Lin Jingxi was a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry.

He was cold, elegant, and noble, a peerless white lotus that remained unstained by the “large dye vat” of the industry. Moreover, he had the undying tenacity of a cockroach. To Chu Guannan, who was surrounded by flashy, superficial people, he was a rare piece of uncut jade.

Looking back at the original “An Rao,” he was a firecracker, lit at the slightest touch. He was always snapping at the heavens, the earth, and the air, frequently relying on bizarre outfits to grab attention. It was perfectly normal for Chu Guannan to loathe him.

Thank you, original author, for giving the original body such trashy settings; it played right into his hands.

In the bustling city center, as the evening rush hour arrived, vehicles formed long dragons on the road, moving only a few centimeters after a long wait.

Chu Guannan sat in the back seat of his nanny van, legs elegantly crossed, a script spread across his knees.

His assistant, Chen Keke, turned around and handed over some lemon water: “Brother Nan, looking at the situation, it will be blocked for a while. Drink some lemon water first; we are not far from home.”

Chu Guannan looked up, raising a hand to rub his brow. A hint of exhaustion showed in the depths of his eyes.

“Right, about that An Rao thing. I see everyone online is discussing it, saying that his indecent video was actually an AI deepfake and someone intentionally targeted him. You can relax now.”

Chu Guannan did not have much of a reaction, merely nodding calmly.

“Oh, also, Jingxi just sent a message saying tomorrow is his birthday. He hopes you will definitely make time to attend his birthday party.” Chen Keke stole a glance at her boss. “Are you going?”

“Yes.”

Chen Keke subtly noticed that only when mentioning Lin Jingxi would the lips of her boss quirk into a slight smile.

The boss and Lin Jingxi were a match made in heaven in terms of talent and looks, but An Rao, that little person, had beaten them to the punch. The boss was clearly the victim of being drugged, but he had to consider the “purity” of An Rao, so he was forced to marry him.

When the news broke back then, fans almost broke down the company doors, causing the boss to lose hundreds of thousands of followers overnight.

An Rao is such a jinx.

The teeth of Chen Keke itched with hatred whenever she thought about it.

Half an hour later, the car finally moved. The driver, eager to get home, sped along the way. Chu Guannan was originally looking at his script but suddenly looked out the window, his jade-black pupils stained by the neon lights.

Chen Keke knew the boss did not want to go back at all; going back meant facing that person.

Originally, for the desert scenes, everyone planned to use post-production synthesis. After all, it was hard for ordinary people to adapt to the climate there. Yet the boss insisted on braving the danger himself. If it were Lin Jingxi waiting at home, the boss definitely would not have gone to seek out such hardship.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of Guanlan Yipin, a complex known as a top-tier wealthy area.

Chen Keke got out first to look around, and only after confirming no paparazzi were following did she carry the luggage of Chu Guannan and open the car door for him.

After Chu Guannan got out, he took the suitcase from his assistant.

Chen Keke said, “Brother Nan, let me carry it.”

Chu Guannan said in a low voice, “I will do it myself.”

Chen Keke was so moved. What kind of otherworldly deity was her boss!

Every time they chatted in their assistant group, the assistants of other celebrities would complain about how much luggage and how many heavy boxes their bosses had. Dragging them once cost half a life; it was no different from being a personal maid.

But her boss truly cared for his junior employees. They did not have to carry any heavy objects; sometimes, he would even take the initiative to help her carry her suitcase.

She followed the boss into the elevator like a little tail. Seeing the increasingly grim expression of her boss, she cursed An Rao a thousand times more in her heart.

Chu Guannan stood at the door. Just as he pushed up the lock cover, his finger suddenly stopped before the fingerprint scanner.

He lowered his eyes and, after what seemed like a long time, pressed his finger down.

The fingerprint unlocked the door. The house was pitch black; only the streetlights outside cast a dim glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a certain corner. It was as cold and desolate as if no one lived there.

Good. Out of sight, out of mind.

He had just put down his suitcase and his finger was on the light switch, but before he could press it, he vaguely saw something on the living room sofa not far away.

Chu Guannan paused, then walked over slowly.

On the white fabric sofa, a jade-like body lay sprawled asleep. The thin pajamas were rolled up, revealing half of a slender, graceful waist.

He had not looked closely before. Although the waist of this person was thin, he had standard six-pack abs that contracted with the tension of his breathing.

“Then, Boss, I will head back first.” Chen Keke glanced over by the light from the window. After clearly seeing the person lying on the sofa, she cursed him in her heart.

“Yes, be careful on the road.” Chu Guannan turned back to the door, gave Chen Keke a few instructions, and closed the door.

An Rao, lying on the sofa, quietly opened an eye. He waited for a long time but did not see Chu Guannan make any move to turn on the lights.

He climbed up leisurely, rubbing his eyes with a drowsy, just woke up look.

The oversized pajama collar slid down, revealing one rounded shoulder; the white skin, like snow under the moon, was tinged with a faint pink.

Sitting in an M pose with his legs hooked outward, his pajama pants were nowhere to be found, leaving the hem of his shirt to suggest the smooth, long silhouette of his thighs.

He looked at Chu Guannan with feigned confusion: “Hmm? Hubby, did you not say you would only be back on Sunday?”

When An Rao called out the word “Hubby,” his hair stood on end as if injected with adrenaline.

Chu Guannan looked at him coldly, his dark, heavy eyes filled with crushed ice.

“Hubby, have you had dinner? I will go make some for you.”

An Rao stood up by leaning on the sofa. Two thin, white, long legs poked out from under the oversized pajamas. The “absolute territory” was intermittently visible, revealed as he walked and hidden as he stopped.

“No need. I do not eat dinner.”

Chu Guannan pulled his suitcase, preparing to go upstairs to change.

“Then I will go cut some fruit for you.” An Rao intentionally pinched his throat to speak with nasal tones, making his voice softer. His tone was aggrieved, like a pitiful puppy that had not received a treat.

“Put on your pants,” came a cold command.

“But I am so hot.” An Rao clutched his collar with one hand, his fingertips undoing the third button. The sliding lapel could not hide the patch of pink.

He did not believe Chu Guannan would not be repulsed by this kind of showiness.

“Pants. Put them on.” The tone of Chu Guannan dropped several degrees, saying it almost one word at a time.

An Rao walked over, raising both hands to hang around his neck, continuing to act spoiled:

“But it is really hot. Otherwise, go turn on the air conditioner for me, okay? Hubby, hmm?”

In the next second, An Rao suddenly felt his body suspended in the air. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked down.

Chu Guannan picked him up by the waist and slung him over his shoulder. With his long legs, he reached the sofa in a few steps and pressed the person firmly into it.

The breath of An Rao hitched.

What was he doing? Was this all the “High-Mountain Flower” villain amounted to?

“Hubby, do not be in such a hurry. Go take a shower first, okay?” An Rao smiled, circling his neck, his jade-white arms softly draped over his shoulders and neck.

He clearly wanted to disgust Chu Guannan, but seeing this posture, he wondered if he was about to fail and suffer for it.

Chu Guannan suddenly parted his legs and pinned An Rao beneath him. One hand pressed down on his shoulder while the other searched the sofa.

His expression was still as cold as an Antarctic glacier, but through his eyes, An Rao clearly saw the word “loathing.”

Suddenly, a soft sensation appeared on his legs.

He looked down.

Chu Guannan had pulled out his pajama pants from somewhere. Like an old father putting a diaper on a baby, he instantly helped him put the pants on, pulling them up so hard they could almost reach his neck.

Finally, Chu Guannan straightened up, frowned as he appraised him, then raised his hand to button up all the pajama shirt buttons as well.

An Rao now reasonably suspected that the person in the indecent video shouting that Chu Guannan was not a man was telling the truth.

Chu Guannan straightened his body, got off the sofa, dragged his suitcase, and went upstairs without a word.

An Rao sat for a while, his brow furrowing slightly. After a moment, he immediately got up and followed him all the way into the bedroom.

When he pushed the door open, Chu Guannan was changing.

As a VVVIP member of the gym, Chu Guannan had trained every muscle to the limit without looking exaggerated. He had broad shoulders, a straight waist, and a slender, lean, healthy physique.

An Rao stood at the door and watched for a long while, wondering when he might have such a body.

He walked over quietly and hugged Chu Guannan from behind, his fingers flexibly and lightly tapping his shoulders:

“Hubby, are you tired today? Do you want to…”

In the original novel, after the two married, Chu Guannan never touched the original body once. In the later stages, he did not even come home at night.

Sure enough, Chu Guannan pushed the hands of An Rao away without a word and went to the bathroom.

An Rao smiled, sat on the bed, and began to calculate secretly.

Right now, the favorability of Chu Guannan toward him had likely dropped from zero to a negative number. Keep it up; the great divorce plan was just around the corner.

With a ding, An Rao snapped back to his senses and subconsciously followed the sound.

The phone of Chu Guannan was on the bed. It was not that he intentionally wanted to look, but the words on the screen were too eye-catching.

The assistant of Chu Guannan, Chen Keke, had sent a message:

【Brother Nan, Jingxi said tomorrow at 6:00 PM, he is holding a birthday party at his house. Do not be late then, hehe.】

The “hehe” clearly had more meaning behind it.

It seemed Chu Guannan really did not have an ordinary level of affection for Lin Jingxi.

Having debuted for many years, Chu Guannan had never been particularly close to anyone, so he had no romantic scandals and never attended any industry birthday parties, except for Lin Jingxi.

The original novel described how he gave the other party a vehicle worth tens of millions on the birthday of Lin Jingxi and stayed out all night, having a heart-to-heart talk with Lin Jingxi for the whole night as their feelings rapidly warmed up.

How coincidental. Was this not the perfect contrast?