Chapter 495: 196 Issue 2! Only Bai Lian and her classmate are strong (third update)_1
After the last episode aired, “Co Here Friend” saw its discussion soar on various platforms.
Ordinary people have an innate curiosity.
Especially about places like Backter Street, which they had never heard of before.
Initially, major dia outlets began educating the public about Backter Street, but later many videos were censored by officials, and netizens only dared to share videos in private.
If the authorities hadn’t acted, they might not have cared, but once they did, the public’s curiosity only intensified.
At this mont, the right side of the screen kept flashing—
[White Tank Top!!!]
[Sandai King!!!]
White Tank Top’s previous battle had gone viral online. He could be ranked within the top ten UFC fighters, and being the second to erge in China, he had a big reputation in the world of Sanda.
[Production team, who exactly are you? How could you even film this?]
[If the production team can interview White Tank Top, I’ll be your fan for life!]
[…]
Right after the fight scene aired, the audience was boiling with excitent, and the next second, the scene switched to “White Tiger Auction House.” The barrage was not as fervent—
[White Tiger Auction House, where is that?]
[So luxurious, I’ve also experienced being rich for once]
[…]
Not many people knew about White Tiger Auction House.
When they were filming, White Tiger Auction House wasn’t open for business, so the audience just enjoyed sothing novel.
The filming of Backter Street stopped there, and on Weibo, “Sandai King” slowly climbed to the top of the trending searches.
“No,” said Xu Nanjing, placing his teacup on the table; he stopped coughing and eased the shock in his heart, turning to look at Xiao Bingwen beside him, “You… what kind of production team did Yan Lu join?”
Even the calm Xu Nanjing had trembling fingertips at this mont. Although White Tiger Auction House was not open for business, if Xu Nanjing stood outside wanting to get in, those bodyguards of White Tiger would throw him out from a distance, let alone allow filming.
“Didn’t you say there was nothing interesting to watch?” Xiao Bingwen took a deep breath and looked up.
Xu Nanjing, “…”
Xiao Bingwen slowly withdrew his gaze; he saw the program switch to Yan Lu and i Yi buying groceries, anticipating that the Backter Street segnt had co to an end, so he closed his laptop, belatedly explaining, “I have nothing to do with Yan Lu.”
“The production team definitely has links to them,” Xu Nanjing tapped his fingers on the table, put away his astonishnt, sat up straight, and had already realized the importance of this matter, “Try probing Leng Shuhe again.”
Xiao Bingwen nodded.
Xu Nanjing looked down again, taking out his phone to send a ssage, instructing soone to investigate the production team.
“Get the production team to interview White Tank Top?” Xu Nanjing put away his phone and, recalling the recent barrage, muttered, “They really dare to dream, even Xiaoming can’t get a single photo of White Tank Top.”
**
The Ji Family.
Ji Heng hadn’t seen Jiang He for several days. At the mont, Ji Heng was hugging him while sitting in a chair watching a variety show, and Jiang He held a package embroidered with a lifelike bok choy.
He was watching the television curiously with wide eyes.
The several people in the room didn’t have much interest in the auction house; they had all been there before.
Bai Lian leaned back in her chair lazily, watching casually.
On the screen, Yan Lu was telling i Yi that a few friends would co over for a al.
The number of synchronous barrage comnts had significantly decreased, and so were guessing, [Are they the students from the preview? Not as exciting as before.]
[Yan Lu is really brave. At this point, ordinary people would be inviting a few celebrities, but she actually only invited non-celebrities.]
[Fans of Yan Lu, take note, don’t attack Yan Lu’s non-celebrity friends]
[Heard there’s a lawyer, I’m squatting on this, the production team is so aweso, it must be Zhao Jingzhou!]
[…]
Jiang Fulai took off his jacket, sitting beside her in a loose white T-shirt.
Recognizing one of the blurry figures as Bai Lian, he saw that her teacup was empty, took the teapot, slowly poured her more tea, and asked in a low voice, “Why didn’t you co out as a composer?”
“The compositions were average,” Bai Lian evaluated her own music, but she looked at Jiang Fulai with surprise. The show wasn’t over yet; how could he know she hadn’t revealed herself?
Jiang Fulai casually refilled his own and Ji Heng’s cups with water and, glancing at her, replied.
Jiang He, hugging his package and looking down at his little cup, “…”
Ji Heng glanced sideways at the aloof expression on Jiang Fulai’s face, and the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
On the screen, the cara had already turned to a man and a woman discussing a topic. They weren’t wearing mics, and their voices weren’t very clear, but one could vaguely make out what they were saying.
[Don’t get it, what’s the show about, who does questions on a show?]
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