Did Assistant Xie Make the Trending Searches Today? - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Terrible

Xie He-ting’s plan to ask Zhou Yanrong how to type on a phone was shelved before it could be put into practice. It wasn’t until he reached the dining room that he remembered he was supposed to help Wen Zhou cook today.

Xie He-ting hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, preparing to help.

Young Master Jin is actually quite decent at washing vegetables and dishes. I thought he was the type of young master whose fingers never touched spring water.

Uh… by comparison, He-ting, what kind of “idiot beauty” are you? You were asked to peel potatoes, look for yourself—you turned a fist-sized potato into the size of an egg!

“At the rate you’re peeling, even if you peel an acre of potatoes, we won’t be able to stir-fry a single dish tonight.”

Jin Huaifeng very naturally took the tragic-looking potato and the peeler from Xie He-ting’s hands, nudging him aside: “Go set the table; that requires less technical skill.”

Such a good-looking person, if only he didn’t have a mouth!

Xie He-ting was teased until he had no temper left. Pouting, he went to help Wen Zhou carry the dishes, but Wen Zhou stopped him: “I’ll do it. I accidentally filled them too full; they’re hard to carry.”

In this massive kitchen, Xie He-ting actually couldn’t find a single place where he was needed!

Since he wasn’t needed here, Xie He-ting thought of going to find Zhou Yanrong. Just as he stepped out of the kitchen door, he was stopped by Shen Ji.

Seeing Shen Ji walking toward the swimming pool, Xie He-ting’s calves began to tremble.

“Brother, can we find another place to talk?”

What if Jin Huaifeng killed his way out from somewhere again and shouted, “What are you doing?” Where would he go to trick someone out of another bottle of champagne?

Shen Ji naturally had no objections: “Where do you want to go?”

Xie He-ting felt nowhere was safe. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Let’s go to your room!”

Shen Ji lived in a single room; Jin Huaifeng shouldn’t be able to rush in there, right?

Shen Ji glanced at him with some surprise and nodded.

Oh ho, a lone man and a lone man in a room together—could something big happen?

(Picks nose) What big thing could happen? It’s broad daylight. Yesterday He-he shared a room with Brother Jin; why didn’t you say something big would happen then? Can you wash the “yellow waste” out of your brain?

??? (Black man questioning face) Why are you yelling at me? I just said it casually. Here, have two hearts, okay?

Shen Ji’s fans: Exactly. I reckon it’s just a chat with He-ting; a senior looking after a junior. You guys don’t actually think they’re talking about the date, do you?

Once in the room, Shen Ji got straight to the point: “Regarding the date partner, do you have someone you want to choose yet? If not, I’d like to take you out to play.”

Oh ho, the “straight ball” scores.

Promise him! Promise him!

At this moment, in a conference room of a commercial building.

The handsome man sitting at the head of the table clicked open the [Orange Entertainment App]. As soon as he entered the live broadcast interface, it happened to be the shot of Shen Ji asking if He-ting could choose him for the date.

“Eight Hundred Idiots” was just about to type a “99” (wishing them a long life together).

A few stinging bullet comments pierced his eyes.

Actually, when the commoners appeared, I thought Jin Huaifeng would definitely be the most competitive, but I never expected everyone to have such a “thick arrow” (strong crush) for this He-ting? What kind of heartthrob is he?

Finally someone said something fair. Two celebrity guests, Zhou Yanrong and Shen Ji, plus Jin Huaifeng—three people acting jealous over one commoner… the script marks are too obvious. This is so boring.

The other guests are so pitiful, like they’re just here for a cameo. Nine out of ten times I enter the main camera, it’s He-ting. So annoying, don’t want to see him.

Those comments immediately sent the man’s blood pressure soaring. He typed rapidly with one hand, and in an instant, several comments jumped out:

The ID “Eight Hundred Idiots” is a gift for you—change it to “Eight Hundred Morons,” okay? Your family’s script is written like this? Are you the director? Here, I’ll give you the pen!

What does the fact that your favorite has no screen time have to do with our He-he? If you don’t have money for the membership, just squeak, and Brother will donate some to you.

I sincerely suggest some people stop farting in coffins; being cynical every day.

The golden ID of “Eight Hundred Idiots” put out a burst of output, instantly poking a hornet’s nest. Many passersby couldn’t stand his toxic “solo fan” behavior and started arguing back at him.

Unexpectedly, “Eight Hundred Idiots” fought more bravely as the battle went on, scolding so fiercely that it was dark and chaotic, slaughtering everyone in all directions, and forcing those who tried to speak up to shut their mics.

The matter ended with “Eight Hundred Idiots” being muted by the administrator, and the screen being filled with Idiot-bro is mighty! Sour chickens get out!

He slapped the table in anger.

What kind of stupid manager muted him?

The Business Department manager, who was discussing loudly, stopped mid-sentence in shock.

“…Bo-boss, did I say something wrong?”

The man’s expression froze. After a gap of just a few seconds, he smoothly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, crossed his hands under his chin, and stared at the middle-aged man dripping with cold sweat with a look of certainty, smiling in a way that made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze: “It’s quite good. You all continue the discussion; report the results once you’ve finished.”

Several managers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The man took the opportunity to click open Xie He-ting’s live stream again.

Annoying. He almost missed how He-ting would reply to Shen Ji.

On the screen, Xie He-ting’s small face was wrinkled up, looking very conflicted.

Shen Ji said understandingly: “You already have a confirmed date partner?”

Xie He-ting nodded honestly.

“Is it Jin Huaifeng?” Shen Ji raised an eyebrow.

“Ah? It’s not him.” Xie He-ting denied it immediately.

How could Brother Shen Ji ask about Jin Huaifeng’s name!

“It’s Brother Yanrong!”

“Hmm? Zhou Yanrong?” Shen Ji was somewhat surprised.

“I’m sorry, Brother.” Xie He-ting made an apologetic gesture toward him: “Brother Yanrong asked me first; I have a reason why I must say yes to him.”

Shen Ji saw his drooping head and pitiful expression, with a single strand of “idiot hair” sticking up. He couldn’t help but reach out to press that strand of hair down, his voice gentle: “Next time, I’ll definitely be the first to ask you.”

Shen Ji indeed had a good impression of Xie He-ting. When it came to choosing a date partner this time, the first person he thought of was him.

Xie He-ting had promised Zhou Yanrong first, and Shen Ji didn’t take it too much to heart. They hadn’t interacted much yet; this was a dating show, so it was normal to choose several people one found interesting to date and interact with.

Damn, Shen Ji is really so gentle.

It’s obvious that our Film Emperor x Little Sweetie is the best ship. Feng-Ting CP fans, I suggest you “leave the darkness for the light.” In the third-week double selection, it will definitely be He-he and Shen Ji successfully holding hands.

Get out. Why can’t it be Xie He-ting and Jin Huaifeng?

I vote for Shi Jixing!

Feng-Ting is one thing, but Shi Jixing? Sister, your shipping is a bit ridiculous.

At 2:00 PM, the Date Hut opened on time.

Because everyone already had a suitable candidate, the whole process was very fast.

When Jin Huaifeng came out, he gave Xie He-ting several very obvious glances, but Xie He-ting failed to grasp the deeper meaning of his gaze.

Soon, it was Xie He-ting’s turn.

The viewers in front of the screen originally thought Xie He-ting would simply type Zhou Yanrong’s name and walk out. But after waiting a long time, he made no move.

The bullet chat inevitably grew confused:

Eh? Everyone has three minutes to vote. Why isn’t Xie He-ting moving? Is he here to cause trouble?

Didn’t he say he’d choose Zhou Yanrong? He even rejected Jin Huaifeng and Shen Ji for that. Why hasn’t he voted yet? Time is almost up.

You guys are so naive; it’s all the script. It’s known that several guests chose Xie He-ting. If Xie He-ting chooses no one, wouldn’t that create a selling point? (Laugh-cry) (Laugh-cry)

Xie He-ting stared at the high-end and beautiful “computer,” then looked at the keyboard which was entirely in Western characters, and his tears flowed as heavy as two tons.

He hadn’t had time to learn how to type yet!!

“Guest Number 2, there are 30 seconds left. Please make your choice as soon as possible, otherwise it will be considered an abstention.”

Xie He-ting pretended to type a few characters.

As soon as he left the Date Hut, Xie He-ting couldn’t wait to find Zhou Yanrong to apologize to him.

When he heard him say he couldn’t type, Zhou Yanrong thought he had misheard.

In the 21st century, there are still people who can’t type? Then how does he usually communicate with others?

This kid couldn’t be like Lan Chi, having lived abroad his whole life, right? Maybe he meant he couldn’t type Chinese?

Alright, that was the only explanation that could barely make sense.

Seeing that Xie He-ting was about to cry, Zhou Yanrong patted his arm to comfort him: “It’s fine, it doesn’t matter. I chose you, and you didn’t choose me; at most, it’s just a failed mutual selection…”

Zhou Yanrong saw Wen Zhou walking over with water not far away and stopped speaking just in time, patting the little “idiot hair” on Xie He-ting’s head.

Seeing Wen Zhou’s back as he silently left, Zhou Yanrong continued: “At most, the mutual selection failed; it’s not a big problem. Don’t worry too much.”

Xie He-ting was still very guilty.

Zhou Yanrong looked left and right, then said in a low voice: “Find a place. I’ll teach you an emergency method so you won’t be afraid the next time this happens.”

Zhou Yanrong wanted to find a place without people or cameras to give Xie He-ting special training.

Strangely enough, the only place in the whole villa without cameras was the bathroom.

The bullet chat was entirely confused.

When did their relationship get so good? Even going to the restroom requires holding hands?

Pure male friendship, don’t you understand?!

No matter how pure the friendship is, don’t go into one stall together!

Hehe.

A resentful “hehe.” Obviously wanting to scold someone but afraid of being blasted by “Eight Hundred Idiots,” they could only suggestively type two characters.

The ID “Eight Hundred Idiots” had been muted, but soon, an ID named “Eight Hundred Morons Rushing to the North Slope” made a comeback. It made everyone posting comments much more “civilized.”

Typing is a technical skill. Without having learned Pinyin, it’s difficult to get the hang of it immediately. Zhou Yanrong took a different approach and directly showed Xie He-ting how to send voice messages, and then use voice-to-text.

The young Master Xie, whose learning was enough to become a top scholar, naturally had a brain that wasn’t bad. After Zhou Yanrong demonstrated it once or twice, he understood completely. He also understood that the little green icon was called “WeChat,” one of the things everyone in this era used to contact others.

After testing voice-to-text with Zhou Yanrong twice without issues, Xie He-ting couldn’t wait to find someone to test the effect!

Seeing Xie He-ting excitedly clenching his small fists, looking brave and spirited.

Zhou Yanrong gave up the thought of wanting to question Xie He-ting further.

Even if his far-fetched explanation was that He-ting couldn’t type because he lived abroad, is it reasonable for a 21st-century youth to not even know about voice-to-text?

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