Did Assistant Xie Make the Trending Searches Today? - Chapter 4

The first thing to enter the frame was a hand with slender fingers—long, with distinct joints, that briskly pushed open the glass door.

The man who stepped inside had semi-long hair tied casually over his left shoulder. His narrow fox-eyes were enchanting and heterodox, his thin lips a deep crimson. The rhinestones on his sleeveless knit vest shimmered with glints of light. From the inside out, he radiated a soul-hooking allure; his sexual tension was palpable.

Standing at 188cm, he possessed a powerful aura. His gait was incredibly dashing; in the short distance from the entrance garden to the foyer, he somehow managed to pull off a runway strut.

“D*mn, why does Zhou Yanrong look even better under Orange TV’s lenses than he does on a catwalk?”

“That G-brand Spring/Summer show he did—crap, I still rewatch it constantly. Legendary.”

“As expected of a living ‘Human King of Allure.’ Compared to him, Shi Jixing is practically a pure college student.”

Following behind Zhou Yanrong was Shi Jixing, another top-tier handsome man, though in a completely different style. Having practiced dance for years, Shi Jixing’s limbs were long and his body tight and fluid—very easy on the eyes—though there was a distinction from Zhou Yanrong’s strictly controlled model physique.

Currently, he carried a guitar half his height on his back, one hand in his pocket. His left ear sported a signature silver stud. His collar was open, revealing a faint glimpse of a whale tattoo on his collarbone. Amidst his casual nonchalance, there was a trace of youthful greenness.

Though only 22 this year, Shi Jixing’s popularity was definitely not lower than Shen Ji’s. At 18, he participated in a campus singer competition; a classmate filmed it and posted it online, and his pitch-perfect vocals—beyond his years—combined with his exquisite face made him an overnight sensation. His rise to fame was like a rocket; in just four years, he had already started his own global tour.

Shi Jixing’s fans call themselves “Stars.” Their ranks range from “girlfriend fans” to “mother fans”, they either look at him as a husband or a son. They are famously fierce; not only is their purchasing power strong, but their ability to shut down haters is top-tier. Average trolls don’t dare target Shi Jixing. Why? Because they’re afraid of being flamed into oblivion.

Originally, the comments were all praising them, until one user joked: “I feel like these two celebrity guests are actually a good match.”

There wasn’t really anything wrong with that—it’s a dating show, after all; people live for “shipping” random pairings. But somehow, this touched a nerve with the “Stars.”

“Is the person above okay? Are you not clear on what Zhou Yanrong’s private life is like? Just talking out of your ass—how could our Xiao Xing have any chemistry with him?”

“Exactly. Speechless. Certain fans should stay away and stop trying to leech heat, okay?”

Zhou Yanrong was also an international supermodel at the peak of his career. While his mainstream fame wasn’t as high as his T-stage reputation, the “Human King of Allure” lived up to his name and had plenty of fans, who immediately counterattacked.

“What kind of ‘sensitive skin’ is this? It was just a casual comment. Only your Stars are amazing while everyone else is trash. Everyone in the world wants to leech off your Stars; you guys are the greatest, happy now?”

“Should we check the logs to see who started it?”

“I loathe Zhou Yanrong; he has non-stop tabloid scandals. Why did the show even invite him? Seriously, can they cut him out?”

Zhou Yanrong’s fans didn’t yield an inch: “If you don’t like it, don’t you know how to open SVIP and switch the camera? Surely not… your Stars can’t even afford a membership? So stingy.”

“Gross. I opened it long ago, okay? Get lost, idiot!”

Orange TV positioned this show as the nation’s first panoramic live-stream variety show. They had spent a fortune setting up over a dozen camera angles; every guest had a dedicated follow-cam and lighting. Ordinary viewers saw the panorama, while Super Members could switch to whichever guest they wanted to watch. The show hadn’t even been on for half an hour, and the comments were already tearing into each other.

Zhou Yanrong and Shi Jixing entered the house one after the other. Shen Ji had already come forward to greet them: “According to the production rules, the first thing everyone must do upon arrival is choose a number they like.”

The crew provided a set of numbers from “0 to 6.” They didn’t explain the reason, likely related to a future segment. Zhou Yanrong chose 0.

“Hhhh, choosing 0 is very subtle…”

“Is the legend true? Does Zhou Yanrong really ‘play the 0’ for love?”

With “tea” to spill, the comments became lively again.

“Leaving an ear here to listen to the rumors.”

“Search for it yourself. Zhou Yanrong is quite famous in the gay circle, right? The men he’s had scandals with are too many to count; I’m too lazy to sync up.”

As they spoke, two more guests arrived. This time, they were civilian guests. All guests wore name tags; civilians could choose to use their real names or a pseudonym. Xie He-ting’s “He-ting” was the pseudonym he provided.

The name tags on these two guests read “Wen Zhou” and “Lan Chi.”

Wen Zhou looked to be in his early twenties with regular features. His smile was full of youthful energy—the standard “pure college senior” look. Standing 181cm with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, he was clearly a campus-idol type.

Lan Chi, following behind him, looked even younger than Wen Zhou. A head of pale gold curls paired with a fair, exquisite face—like a little Cupid—made the screen gasp upon his appearance.

“Wow, his olive-green eyes are so beautiful and unique.”

“A mixed-race guy! The production team knows how to play! International romance is so romantic.”

“His features are superior. I want to ask again: is this a ‘civilian’?”

The two were originally chatting and laughing, but Wen Zhou, who was dragging the luggage, suddenly fell silent when his gaze landed on the man leaning lazily against the bar with one leg crooked.

Lan Chi blinked and poked Wen Zhou: “Brother Zhou, did you see someone you know?”

Wen Zhou pursed his lips, his eyes heating up. When Zhou Yanrong looked over, Wen Zhou deliberately turned his head away and said stiffly, “No. We’re not close.”

It’s not like he didn’t want him anymore. He didn’t have the right to be someone he ‘knew’.

After saying it, he felt sad again and stole a glance at him. He thought he was hiding it well, but his heartbroken eyes and sorrowful expression were laid bare under the 4K ultra-HD lenses.

“I think I smell the scent of ‘Deep History’.”

“There’s definitely a story there. That look is the standard for seeing a former love.”

Zhou Yanrong had a look of slight surprise, followed by a brilliant smile. His eyes rippled with a captivating glow: “Long time no see. Have you forgotten me, Puppy?”

“Ahhhh, what did Zhou Yanrong say?? What did he call him????”

“Holy crap! What kind of bold statement is this!”

“I get it. This is a ‘Broken Mirror Joined Together’ story.”

The comments hadn’t finished going crazy when Lan Chi, who was a step behind, looked between the two and understood. His eyes sparkled with cleverness as he deliberately hooked his arm around Wen Zhou’s shoulder: “Brother Zhou, so this is the one you mentioned—”

Wen Zhou panicked and covered Lan Chi’s mouth: “I’ll go get your suitcases!!!”

In stark contrast to Xie He-ting, who came with a literal trash bag, Lan Chi had four entire suitcases. He had just brought two up, with two still at the door; Wen Zhou immediately pushed him back out.

“That’s six people now, right? So… the last civilian guest hasn’t arrived? Is it some mysterious figure? Making everyone wait for him alone?”

The show had been live for nearly thirty minutes. All the celebrity guests were there, yet one civilian was missing.

“If the last guest is the person from the rumors, it shouldn’t be surprising.”

“Chair is ready, bring on the tea.”

The user who started the thread replied: “Don’t you guys know? I heard a rumor that Jin Huaifeng should be participating in this show.”

“?????”

“Jin Huaifeng? Not the one I’m thinking of, right? Isn’t he ‘Capital’? Why would he come to this show?”

“It’s actually possible. The crew gave us tags to guess the civilian identities earlier, and one was ‘Inhumanly Wealthy.’ That fits Jin Huaifeng perfectly.”

“Jin’s IP is in City B. Yesterday’s news said his location was still in Country X.”

The guests were now gathered in the living room, chatting in small groups. Xie He-ting didn’t speak the whole time. Even sitting on the comfortable leather sofa, he kept his back straight and sat properly, listening to their conversation quietly and intently.

A sound of an engine, growing louder as it approached, interrupted their chat. Hearing such a roar, Xie He-ting subconsciously turned to look out the window to see if the weather had changed or if it was thundering. The cameras were faster than their eyes.

A moving sports car shot in like a silver bullet from the distance. The car body carved a fluid arc, decelerating rapidly after a sharp turn. The contact between the tires and the ground emitted a sharp scream.

The villa sat on elevated ground with floor-to-ceiling windows; to the left was the blue pool, and to the right, one could see far toward the entrance. Xie He-ting stood by the window and saw the figure emerging from the car.

The newcomer wore a dark black jacket, black trousers, and rugged Martin boots, which made his already tall frame look even broader. His short hair was styled perfectly. Seeing the camera pan over, he arrogantly raised his hand to adjust the sunglasses on his nose. His perfect features were exposed to the lens—strong contours and a perfect jawline that exuded noble air, leaving the audience in a trance.

Regarding the last mysterious guest, Jin Huaifeng, the comments had just been discussing him passionately. A diamond bachelor, handsome, wealthy, and mysterious. Everyone expected to see a young, elegantly dressed “Wealthy Second Generation” heir. But Jin Huaifeng was clearly more eye-catching than they imagined.

He wore no excessive accessories; the only thing indicating his status was that car worth tens of millions. Even though he was being low-key, the innate noble aura couldn’t be suppressed. The rapidly flickering comments almost completely covered every corner of the screen. Rows of “Welcome, Young Master” instantly flooded the stream.

Since it was a live broadcast with no way to edit, staff were monitoring the comments in real-time. With such an enthusiastic response, the screen time for Jin Huaifeng was naturally plentiful.

“Holy crap, too handsome. Is Young Master Jin really this hot? It’s the first time I’ve seen a real person look 100,000 times better than a photo.”

“Call him President Jin.”

“Don’t call him Huaifeng, call him ‘Lafeng’.”

“What a terrible pun, hahaha.”

“I suggest renaming this show to ‘Dating for Handsome Guys’ or ‘Carnival for Face-Lovers.’ Setting aside the previous ones—this one is seriously too much! Crap, he hits my ‘XP’ perfectly!”

Shen Ji was gentle, Xie He-ting was clean, Shi Jixing was aloof, and Zhou Yanrong was alluring. Wen Zhou was refreshing, and Lan Chi was exquisite. The final appearance of Jin Huaifeng made his style even more distinct.

Most importantly: Those handsomer than him weren’t as wild. Those wilder than him weren’t as rich. Those richer than him weren’t as young.

To gather these handsome men together, the production team had truly spent a fortune.

“So high-quality men only circulate within variety shows?”

“What have I done to deserve watching these top-tier guys fall in love? I’m already looking forward to the sparks.”

“Orange TV really has some skills!”

The comments started buzzing again. Since Jin Huaifeng arrived last, only the number “4” was left, so he picked it casually.

About ten minutes after all guests had arrived, the glass door was pushed open once more. Then, two men wearing the same series of clothes walked in from outside. The comments, which had barely calmed down, boiled over again.

“Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!! The production team is for real! Wait, why would President Mu agree to come? Didn’t they say it was only Mu?”

“I’m dead, why does his husband have even more aura than him?”

“Type conflict! President Mu and Brother Jin are the same ‘Type’!”

“D*mn, Orange TV—just based on your ability to invite guests, you deserve a place in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!”