The Prime Minister Becomes a Global Sensation After Transmigrating into a Pariah - Chapter 5

Even before Lou Yishu emerged, the live comments exploded:

• “Holy sht, a heavyweight contender has arrived! Non-combatants, evacuate immediately! I repeat, non-combatants, evacuate!”*
• “I am a combatant! Let me see!”
• “Is our brother Yun someone you mere mortals can look at directly? [Dogelol]”
• “If I looked like him, I wouldn’t dare step out of the house.”
• “The Director’s ‘family member’ is here.”
• “Does being ‘kept’ count as a family relationship? [Smirk]”

Suddenly, the internet’s enthusiasm plummeted into a chorus of negativity. Some netizens even began spreading malicious rumors and attacking Lou Yishu before he had even stepped onto the stage.

Unaware of this, Lou Yishu smoothed his slightly curled short hair, leveled his breathing, and prepared for his first public appearance.

A beam of light swept toward him from the distance, and he stepped out.

The diamond fragments on his suit reflected the dazzling light, but they paled in comparison to the brilliance in his eyes. Lou Yishu’s eyes curved into crescents, shimmering like a handful of crushed stars as he gifted the world a radiant smile. With flushed lashes and an elegant, dignified posture, he walked out of the light like an ethereal spirit who had accidentally wandered into the red dust of the mortal world, albeit with a touch of charming awkwardness.

The host announced: “Welcome, Lou Yishu!”

At that moment, the previously chaotic comment section fell into a dead silence. All the filthy words and malicious speculations were instantly purified. No one touched their keyboards; they simply stared blankly at the face on the screen. It was as if the world had been paused until Lou Yishu took the microphone with both hands, allowing the “plot” to resume.

He spoke softly: “Hello, everyone. I am Lou Yishu.”

Instantly, the floodgates opened, and a wave of toxicity surged back:

• “I’ll just say it: Hi, Wifey!”
• “The person above must be starving. I suggest you go to Boliao and search for #LouQingtai’sRottenDeeds.”
• “How can you call him ‘Wifey’? Have some standards.”
• “Don’t be so aggressive. Let me guide the newcomers: #LouQingtaiListofScandals.”
• “My god, it really is him. Is anyone still shallow enough to follow a star just for their face?”
• “The uneducated fraud is here! Everyone clears the way!”
• “I’m different; I want to see if this ‘Violent Brother’ treats others as badly as he treated his assistant.”
• “I just want one thing: stay away from my CP, okay?”
• “I heard he has a filthy mouth. Is it true?”
• “Yes! He often curses on set and once made a young assistant cry. He loves being passive-aggressive, and it was eventually leaked that he didn’t even finish middle school.”
• “Looking at that face though, no wonder the Director likes him. Hehe.”
• “He definitely didn’t look like that before. He’s had work done; that’s pure ‘tech and surgery’ right there.”

However, some rational passersby began to push back:

• “Rumors are easy to start but hard to stop. Did you see it with your own eyes?”
• “What’s wrong with plastic surgery? Is there even a celebrity nowadays who hasn’t had work done?”

While the internet was at war, the recording site remained peaceful.

The host moved the flow along: “Yishu, what is your ideal type?”

At this question, Lou Yishu’s mind momentarily went blank. It wasn’t for any specific reason other than the fact that he had never seriously considered an “ideal type.” It was as if that particular “nerve” was missing from his brain.

After hesitating for a long while, he could only offer a few general adjectives: “Gentle, understanding, and… well, kind-hearted.”

These descriptors were so vague they were practically meaningless, but that didn’t stop many netizens from reacting as if they had caught him in a lie:

• “Basic.”
• “My god, the ultimate ‘straight man’ template. Did you even try to answer?”
• “Summary: He said nothing.”
• “Is your standard a celestial being? [Dogelol]”
• “People always yearn for qualities they don’t possess themselves. [Smirk]”

Others began making jokes:

• “Brother Shu~ I don’t fit any of those words, but I can pretend to be a good little kitten for you. Meow~”
• “Screenshotted. Send me 50 yuan or I’m sending this to your husband.”

The host continued: “Do you believe more in love at first sight or love that grows over time?”

Lou Yishu pondered for a moment before giving his answer: “I believe in both. To me, there seems to be no difference. Love over time is simply the culmination of countless ‘love at first sight’ moments across many days and nights. I think if I were to fall for someone over time, I must have been enchanted by them from the very first glance.”

Because he was still adapting to modern vernacular, Lou Yishu spoke slowly. His pleasant voice complemented his pace, lending a soft, thoughtful quality to his philosophy.

Lou Yishu gradually began to relax, and the aura around him became increasingly peaceful and comfortable. This softness affected the host beside him, but certainly not the netizens:

• “Save the pretty words. Can you start by apologizing to the stars you forced into fake CPs?”
• “Before, you could only leech off one person at a time; now you can leech off seven. You must be thrilled.”
• “The ‘uneducated fraud’ can actually speak like this? The Director must really adore you to give you the questions in advance.”
• “Can problematic stars just leave the industry? No, wait—leave the biosphere entirely.”
• “Dammit. My logic tells me he’s a piece of trash, but my heart is losing itself.”

The host stared at Lou Yishu unblinkingly, as if the youth possessed a magnetic pull that had stolen his soul.

“Are there any other questions?” Lou Yishu noticed the host’s daze and, sensing the awkward silence, spoke up to snap him back to attention.

The host recovered and asked the next question: “In a relationship, do you see yourself as the ‘Top’ or the ‘Bottom’?”

“Pardon?” Lou Yishu didn’t understand. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes wide with genuine confusion. “What is a… ‘Top’ and a ‘Bottom’?”

“Never mind. Please take your seat.”

Lou Yishu’s eyes remained clouded with bewilderment. Why did the host stop halfway? Since he was told to sit, he followed the program’s flow and looked for a place to sit.

The comments wouldn’t let him go:

• “Is this a new persona? When you’re playing the ‘innocent’ card, do you ever look at your past self?”
• “I can’t take it anymore, sisters. Tag me when Qiao Yuxi comes out.”
• “Brother, protect yourself. I hope I still get to see you act. [PlayingDead] [PlayingDead]”

As Lou Yishu prepared to sit, the three guests already seated turned in unison to look at him. Ye Qi gave a fake, cold smile with a hint of malice in his eyes. Shen Mo simply watched him with a heavy gaze, his eyes resembling a lone wolf glowing in the dark. Su Er stared with wide, watery eyes, following Lou Yishu’s every move as if he were about to burst into tears.

Seeing no escape, Lou Yishu conceded to Su Er and took a seat in the center spot next to him.

“Waaaah, Yishu!” The moment he sat down, Su Er grabbed his arm and acted spoiled. “I was so nervous sitting here alone! I’m so glad you’re here to keep me company.”

Clearly, Su Er had also realized he had accidentally taken one of the “C-position” center seats.

Su Er was exquisitely beautiful, with round apricot eyes and tender red lips. His accent carried the soft, murmuring lilt of Jiangnan. Looking at him made one visualize a small, adorable creature, easily triggering a man’s protective instincts. He was the type of person who inspired the most fan-created content.

Lou Yishu patted Su Er’s shoulder gently and allowed him to hold his arm. Looking at Su Er, he was suddenly reminded of his own mother. He lowered his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips, though his eyes were tinged with a hint of sadness.

His mother had been a famous beauty in Jiangnan. When his father was there on official business, they fell in love, and she followed him to the north. She never fully adapted to the northern climate and would often tell Lou Yishu how much she must love his father to have followed him to such a cold place. Lou Yishu took after his mother in both appearance and his calm, unhurried way of speaking.

I wonder how Father and Mother are doing… have they truly given me a little sister yet?

The next two guests were “commoners” (non-celebrities). Lou Yishu couldn’t find much info on them, only that the fifth to enter was Yu Yuan, a local university junior. He was likely the tallest of the eight, standing over 1.9 meters with broad shoulders that suggested regular exercise.

The sixth guest was a CEO named Gu Huazhang. He wore rimless glasses and was thirty years old the eldest of the group. He arrived in a standard but flawless black suit, exuding the aura of a mature man. This was a classic persona for a romance show capable of both leading and supporting, often creating wonderful “chemical reactions.”

Yu Yuan sat next to Su Er. Su Er was already petite, and next to Yu Yuan, he looked even softer and more adorable. Seeing this, the shippers immediately appeared:

• “Is the main course finally here? I’m starving.”
• “Look at that size difference! Hiss [Heart-eyes]”
• “I feel like Yu Yuan could lift Su Er by the waist and his toes wouldn’t even touch the ground…”
• “Teacher! Here’s a pen! Write the fanfic now!”

Gu Huazhang sat next to Shen Mo. Interestingly; he brought seven roses and gave one to every guest—but Lou Yishu was the only one who received a blue rose.

• “CEO Gu has terrible taste, ugh!”
• “CEO Gu’s high-definition dark history. Recorded.”
• “I want to laugh just thinking about how much CEO Gu will regret this when he looks back on this ‘legendary’ moment.”
• “Brother Silence is watching from the shadows… my god! Is the ‘crematorium’ starting already?”
• “So intense right from the start? I can smell the gunpowder through the screen.”

Gu Huazhang didn’t hide his intentions, openly giving the only blue rose to Lou Yishu. Seeing the youth’s bewildered expression, he knew instantly that Lou Yishu had no idea what a blue rose symbolized. Suddenly, he felt a gaze locked onto him. He turned to find Shen Mo staring unblinkingly; when their eyes met, Shen Mo maliciously quirked an eyebrow.

It was nothing short of a declaration of war.

After handing out the roses, Gu Huazhang adjusted his collar with deliberate poise and sat next to Shen Mo. He didn’t sit next to Lou Yishu because, first, a pursuit requires rhythm like a cat chasing a mouse, one must know when to pounce and when to wait and second, since Shen Mo had challenged him publicly, he wasn’t about to back down.

The seventh guest was the most unique of them all. He was a beauty blogger with tens of millions of fans and a cross-dressing enthusiast, Qi Luo.