From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL) Chapter 75: Song Zijian’s Drama On Live

As the entertainnt program is ready for its highly anticipated challenge, the journey begins with captivating interviews of the participants. The interviews are an intrinsic part of the show and are held in the dynamic and lively contestants’ lounge. As every participant steps into this colourful room, they are greeted by the cara lens, ready to introduce themselves to the viewers.

It is in this intimate environnt that contestants share their backgrounds, aspirations, and personalities as they answer a series of engaging questions from the audience. The exchange not only allows the contestants to connect with the audience on a personal level but also to rally support from fans who are ready to cheer them on.

As the contest continues, especially during the second and third rounds that matter most, the influence of the audience becos increasingly crucial. While there is a four-judge panel that provides their expert analysis, it is the vote of the audience that actually decides who gets to the next level in the competition. This mix of judge expertise and public opinion creates an electrifying atmosphere, and every minute in the lounge and beyond that is a vital phase of the contestants’ journey.

For this very reason, the contestants were sitting in the company’s tiny waiting room waiting for the caraman of the program to arrive.

As fate would have it, just as the caraman had focused his lenses and the host, poised and prepared for the interviews, appeared on screen, the cara cut in—capturing the raw tension in the air. Every anxious tic of Song Zijian was recorded, along with the volley of acrid words that he had just thrown at Sian, as the truth of their conflict unfolded before the unforgiving gaze of the lens.

Just when Song Zijian was going to unleash another volley of curses, a hand forcefully clamped onto his shoulder, making him halt in his tracks. A warm whisper of a breath tickled his ear—it was his best friend and closest buddy, Tang Xingwei. With his shock of red hair, which was often mussed in a wild style, and piercing black eyes that glowed like hot coals of unshakeable loyalty, Tang Xingwei could not be disregarded. His devotion to Song Zijian was near to the obsessive, passionate adoration that burned fiercely within his soul. No matter how outrageous or crazy Song Zijian’s actions might beco, Tang Xingwei’s love and support were unconditional; he followed his friend, ready to stand by him without question. It was perhaps a little foolish, this almost lovesick loyalty, but Song Zijian, master manipulator that he was, did not care one bit—he took all the advantages that having such a faithful well-wisher at his side afforded him.

In a low, insistent whisper, Tang Xingwei stepped closer to Jian, his bulging eyes warning him. "Jian, stop! The live broadcast is already on," he cautioned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Everything you’ve just done is being recorded for everyone to see."

Song Zijian stood frozen in place, a cold wave of terror washing over him. His heart racing, he stared aghast at the carnage. Everything he had built up—his reputation, his angelic image—was crumbling before his eyes, shattered beyond any hope of repair. A drowning realization took hold of him: he was finished, completely finished. How had it all co to this? It was all the fault of that evil temptress, whose form lood over him like a dark spectre, casting its shadow on his once-innocent life.

He glared at Sian angrily but took no further action. He had already made a mistake—he could not make it worse.

Then, all of a sudden, Song Zijian burst out crying, wailing loudly and despairingly. With trembling breaths, he choked out, "Sian, I’m sorry for swearing at you, but... but you leave no choice! You’ve always bullied and Jiang-ge, and all these problems are taking a toll on my ntal health! I just want to be happy with the person I love—please, just let live in peace! Please!"

The caraman, instead of stopping the recording, zood in on Song Zijian’s tear-streaked face before shifting the focus to Sian, who remained seated with poise and elegance, his expression calm and unreadable.

Being a professional in his field, the caraman naturally seized the opportunity to milk the drama, knowing it would add fuel to the show’s popularity. A scandal like this could boost ratings and bring in massive profits.

Everyone present had their own thoughts and agendas. Perhaps Sian saw right through them all—but he was too indifferent to expose or deal with them.

After delivering his pitiful performance, Song Zijian eagerly awaited Sian’s reaction. Surely, he’d see so anger, maybe even an outburst. But instead of following the expected script, Sian simply remained seated.

A phone rang, breaking the silence.

Casually, Sian picked up and answered, "Hello?"

A pause. Then, his tone was relaxed as he said, "Oh, no, it’s fine. You know I don’t care about dogs barking at , no matter how loud they are."

Another pause.

"Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell you if I ever feel wronged. Love you too. Bye."

Even though no one could hear what the person on the other end was saying, it was obvious they had called to check on Sian.

As for Sian’s response about dogs... well, it sent quite a few people into a silent rage. Naturally, the audience wasn’t happy either. Not everyone was foolish, but there were plenty of gullible fans. After their initial shock at Song Zijian’s behaviour, their minds went blank the mont he started crying and blaming Sian.

Live chat comnts were flooded with insults toward Sian.

"That bastard Sian! I knew he must’ve done sothing! My sweet idol would never say such harsh things unless he was pushed to the limit! He must be suffering so much!"

"Yeah, exactly! That whore—didn’t he say last ti that he was quitting the entertainnt industry for good? What’s he even doing here?! He’s always clinging to our idol and ruining his reputation!"

"A person like that doesn’t deserve to be a star! He shouldn’t even be allowed to share the sa stage as our beloved idol!"

"Kick him out of the industry!"

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The internet was ablaze with fury and rejection toward Sian.

Of course, there were a handful of sharp-minded individuals who noticed sothing was off.

"Did anyone else catch how vicious Song Zijian looked when he was talking to Sian? Like he wanted to kill him or drink his blood?"

"Yeah! And did you see how his expression completely changed the mont his friend whispered in his ear? I’d bet my bowl of noodles that he was just told about the live broadcast. That’s why he suddenly started acting like the victim!"

"Oh my god, if that’s true... I don’t even want to think about how many tis Sian was accused of bullying Song Zijian. What if all of it was staged? That’s terrifying."

"Honestly, I’ve always laughed at the ’angel’ title people gave Song Zijian. You think soone can survive in this industry without a dark side? The entertainnt world is either for the powerful or the cunning."

"I actually feel bad for Sian. He really got stuck with a black-hearted lotus. Fate keeps throwing him into disasters."

Quite a few people were defending Sian and analyzing Song Zijian’s actions, but their voices were drowned out by the sheer number of his fans. Their words were like a single straw sinking into the sea—causing barely a ripple.

Sian, however, remained utterly unbothered.

"If you’re done with your little act, sit down," he said flatly. "We have an interview to complete before heading to the island. We don’t have ti to waste on your childish gas."

With one sentence, he stunned everyone.

Most had expected an angry outburst or a heated argunt. The caraman, in particular, had been looking forward to a dramatic confrontation. But unfortunately, the boy before him was just too composed—nothing seed to faze him.

"Sian, you shouldn’t speak to your teammate like that," ca another voice.

This ti, it was Jin Ruhan, another mber of the Angels group. His looks were average, but he had a voice that excelled in high notes, earning him significant popularity.

However, behind the scenes, Jin Ruhan had the face of a sheep but the tongue of a snake. He was always adding fuel to the fire whenever Sian was involved in a controversy.

The reason was simple: at the start of their group’s formation, every ti they appeared in public or did interviews, people would praise Sian’s face, calling him the most beautiful mber—so even claid their entire group’s success was thanks to Sian’s looks.

Jin Ruhan, who had worked tirelessly to help their group succeed, was deeply resentful. He hated the fact that Sian, who had no real talent and frequently ruined their performances, kept overshadowing him.

It was no surprise that he despised Sian so much—his hard work had been trampled on ti and ti again.