Noah, slightly suspicious, took the phone and politely said,
"Hello, guest. May I ask what dishes you’d like to order?"
Veil changed his voice again, this ti adopting a tone full of vibrato and a hint of sorrow.
"You must be Noah, right? I’d like the grilled eel rice, stir-fried pork, and..."
The rest of the sentence faded into a blur as Noah’s pupils suddenly widened.
Clutching the phone, he reacted just like his sister—covering the receiver and screaming,
"Oh my god! Dylan Harris! It’s Dylan Harris! The music legend actually knows my na?!"
His voice was so loud it echoed throughout Honeydew Cottage.
Jack soon appeared, his face always wearing a warm and calming smile.
"Noah, your shouting just scared your sister half to death."
Zoe’s mouth was wide open, eyes sparkling with confusion.
"Dylan Harris? Wasn’t it Matthias just now? Or... wait, are both of them coming?"
Noah, hand still over the receiver, looked utterly overwheld—caught between shock, excitent, and the thrill of possibly eting his idol.
"Jack, it’s Dylan Harris! It’s really his voice! The legend is coming!"
"No way," Jack muttered under his breath, reaching out to take the phone from Noah.
"Hello, may I ask who’s calling?"
"It’s , Jack. At the awards show last year—rember? You saved the whole evening when things went off-script. It was a masterclass."
Jack froze.
That voice—he recognized it instantly. Deep, rhythmic, and filled with cheerful energy.
Ethan Johnson.
Jack had interacted with him before. His voice was unmistakable.
He was montarily stunned.
Could it really be him?
But his na wasn’t on the guest list at all.
anwhile, Zoe blinked and asked,
"Was it Matthias?"
Noah shook his head, eyes still wide.
"No, it was Dylan Harris. And he knew my na!"
Jack rubbed his forehead.
"Then why does it sound like Ethan Johnson to ?"
At that mont, the last mber of the Honeydew Cottage cast—Luke Brown—casually took the phone, exchanged a few lines with the caller, then stared blankly like the others. He glanced toward the production crew and muttered,
"This ti the director really went all in, huh? Even Hyin Milter’s here. A total legend. What guts!"
Zoe: "?"
Noah: "??"
Jack: "???"
anwhile, in the livestream chat, viewership was still warming up—it was morning, after all, and most people were busy with work or school. But the fanbase from previous seasons was loyal and passionate, and the chat exploded with question marks and disbelief.
"The director’s gone mad?"
"Are they serious right now? Four legendary guests? All at once?"
"How much did this cost? Don’t tell this season’s just one episode and they blew the entire budget already!"
"Let them appear already!"
"If this is all for hype and we’ve been tricked, I swear I’m mailing a box full of razor blades to the studio!"
"A whole box!!!"
News about the four movie kings and the singing legend visiting the show spread like wildfire across all major dia platforms in an instant.
Countless viewers sward into the livestream.
The number of online viewers skyrocketed from fifty thousand to over ten tis that—nearly five hundred and fifty thousand!
And it was still morning, with many loyal fans at work.
If this had been pri ti, hitting a million viewers would’ve been a breeze!
"This is getting a little tricky," the director murmured from behind the cara, looking a bit conflicted.
Livestreams always carried risks—unexpected situations could happen at any mont.
Anna’s sudden appearance should’ve been a pleasant surprise, expected to bring a wave of enthusiasm. After all, she was the undisputed queen of Trasidia’s entertainnt world, and this was her first ti appearing on a variety show!
But now, Veil’s voice impersonations had drawn in a massive audience.
Their curiosity had been completely stirred up, and if those celebrities didn’t actually appear, the backlash would be explosive!
The viewers would go berserk. And the hate? It would be brutal.
Considering Veil had been personally recomnded by Anna, the director worried that if the chat started tearing him apart, it might upset her.
God, livestreaming was hard work!
At first, he had admired Veil’s impressive mimicry skills, but now, he felt nothing but deep concern.
"Jack, the guests are here!"
Noah, who had been standing outside the cottage, eagerly awaiting the legendary singer, suddenly spotted two dazzling figures approaching in the distance. He imdiately shouted with excitent.
The four mbers of Honeydew Cottage, including Luke Brown who had been busy in the kitchen, all ca to the front door to greet them.
"Anna—oh my God, it’s Anna!"
Noah was stunned when he saw that familiar stunning figure. He even forgot all about the singing legend he had been waiting for.
Anna!
She had never appeared on any variety show—and now, here she was, visiting Honeydew Cottage!
"Hello, everyone!"
Anna’s heels clicked gracefully against the wooden steps, her long, shapely legs shimring under the sunlight with a pearly glow.
Her breathtaking beauty looked like it had stepped right out of a painting, making it hard for anyone to breathe normally.
"Anna, welco to Honeydew Cottage! It’s been so long since we last t," Jack greeted her warmly. "I heard there are a few other guests with you—aren’t you all arriving together?"
Since Jack had personally invited Anna, he wasn’t as shocked as the others—just curious why the person who had called to place an order, Ethan Johnson, hadn’t arrived yet.
Anna smiled gently and looped her arm around Veil’s. "No, just and this junior of mine. Let him introduce himself."
Veil stepped forward with a cheerful voice and a friendly smile. "Hello, I’m Veil, Anna’s junior from school."
Jack’s warm expression froze for a mont, then turned bittersweet. "Nice to et you, Veil. Honestly, I thought Ethan Johnson was really coming. Turns out, it was you all along. I have to say, your voice impression was spot-on—even I, having shared a stage with Ethan, couldn’t tell the difference."
Jack’s words were both an explanation and praise for Veil.
Being considerate, Jack knew Veil’s impersonation of those four big nas had stirred up quite the reaction. If there wasn’t a good explanation, the backlash would be harsh. So, he subtly shifted the bla onto the ga rule that required guests to keep their identities hidden when placing their orders.
Just as expected, the livestream exploded the mont Anna appeared.
"Holy shit, Anna! My wife! She’s actually on a variety show!"
"She’s too gorgeous! Anna’s just too beautiful... especially those legs..."
"Get lost, you perv! Don’t you dare drool over my wife, I’ll kill you!"
Anna’s popularity in Trasidia was second to none. As soon as she appeared, the livestream’s viewer count surged past a million—and it was still climbing fast.
But this also triggered a new wave of backlash. Even more viewers were now attacking Veil.
"Who the hell is this smug clown? He dared impersonate the four movie kings and a singing legend? What is this—just a publicity stunt from the producers?"
"Veil? Can’t find anything about this guy!"
"Are you stupid or what? Of course you can’t find anything—he’s a nobody!"
"This guy’s got no self-awareness! What gives him the right to impersonate others like that? Is he begging to be roasted?"
"Get him! Where’s the guy who was mailing razor blades earlier? Give the address—I’ll send a whole damn box and cut his vocal cords out myself!"
Of course, not everyone was attacking him—so viewers jumped to Veil’s defense:
"How can you bla Veil? Didn’t you hear Jack’s explanation? The ordering ga requires guests to hide their identities. Veil just found a clever loophole and played it brilliantly."
"Exactly! Stop being jealous just because you can’t imitate voices like he can. None of the official guest announcents ntioned those celebrities anyway—just said there was a ’mystery guest,’ and now it’s confird to be Anna. You bitter n are just salty because Veil is Anna’s junior. Deal with it."
"God, that face... I’m in love. I’m three months pregnant and already planning for baby number two. Ladies, please move aside—pregnant woman privilege!"
Veil, of course, had no idea about the chaos going on in the livestream comnts.
When he shook hands with Luke Brown, he used the voice of Hyin Milter. Speaking with Noah, he used Dylan Harris’s voice. And when he shook hands with Zoe, he spoke as Matthias Taylor.
Luke just chuckled and didn’t make a fuss. The entertainnt industry had no shortage of talented individuals.
If Veil had anything that stood out, it wasn’t his vocal mimicry—it was his looks.
Even Luke had to admit, not even at the peak of his youth twenty years ago could he have rivaled Veil’s sheer charm.
Zoe, anwhile, was staring down at her pale palms, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She didn’t dare look Veil in the face directly. Sothing about him made her heart beat faster and her mind go fuzzy. She kept worrying that there might be sothing on her face.
Beside her, Noah mumbled sadly, "Sis, my heart hurts. Turns out, the singing legend doesn’t even know my na..."
Zoe didn’t respond—just kept fiddling with her fingers and staring at her shoes.
Noah crouched down and looked up at her face. Suddenly, he shouted, "Sis, what’s wrong? Your face is so red! Do you have a fever?"
Jack grew concerned. "That can’t be—she was fine this morning!"
Luke Brown added, "If you’re not feeling well, you should go lie down and rest."
Zoe bashfully raised her head, pressing her warm cheeks with both hands. Her short hair flared out slightly, revealing her delicate ears. She stamred softly, "I-I’m fine... really!"
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