nyslfriends Chapter 115 The top leader of the dynasty fainted in the toilet: Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu
Chapter 115 The top leader of the dynasty fainted in the toilet: Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu
"Splash—"
In the Royal Dynasty Entertainment Building, the partition of the innermost men's restroom was kicked hard.
KUN, the top star who usually wears smoky makeup and acts arrogantly on stage, is now curled up on the toilet seat, crying like a 200-pound child.
His meticulously styled perm had collapsed, and his eyeliner had smudged and blurred with tears, making him look like two panda eyes that had been swollen from being punched.
"Why...why does it have to be a Qilin?"
KUN sobbed as he scrolled through Weibo with trembling fingers.
The screen was filled with sarcasm, like handfuls of salt being rubbed into his wounds.
"Listening to 'Blue and White Porcelain' and then 'Ink Painting' feels like being forced to eat swill after a grand meal at a five-star hotel."
"Stop trying to piggyback on traditional Chinese style, okay? Your electronic music is so heavily edited that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you!"
"Don't cry, KUN! Even though you lost, you're shameless!"
Every comment felt like a resounding slap in the face.
KUN crashed.
He prepared for this song for half a year, practicing dance and memorizing lyrics. He even fasted for three days to create that melancholic, ancient style.
The results of it?
Qilin casually sang "Blue and White Porcelain" without even showing his face, and instantly turned him into dust.
This kind of dimensional reduction attack is more painful than killing him.
"Since Zhou Yu was born, why was Zhuge Liang also born?"
KUN, filled with grief and indignation, shakily opened Twitter (he doesn't post on Weibo to appear international) and typed a line of text brimming with adolescent angst with his still-trembling hands:
This isn't fair! Qilin, you've ruined my dream! Why are you targeting me?! Why did fate create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?!
After posting the tweet, he hugged his phone to his chest and let out another series of "waaaah" cries that echoed throughout the bathroom.
Little did they know that the tweet was shared back to China by netizens in less than ten minutes.
The hashtag #KUNToiletBreakdown# awkwardly appeared at the end of the trending topics amidst laughter, becoming the final joke in this "battle of Chinese style".
...
In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere surrounding Dynasty Entertainment.
The atmosphere at Starry Sky Media's headquarters was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
"It's up! It's hit the daily limit again!"
The CFO, staring at the red line of the stock price on the big screen, was so excited his voice was hoarse. "This is the second limit up today! The market value has more than doubled!"
"GG's sales team has been calling us nonstop!"
The marketing manager was holding three cell phones, his face flushed.
"Those brands that terminated their contracts are now crying and begging to get their products back, even foregoing the breach of contract fees, as long as Ms. Su can endorse their products again!"
"This is the power of 'Legend'! This is the divine might of the Great God Qilin!"
Old Zhao sat in his chair, holding a glass of ice-cold tea, his face crinkling with a wide smile. He felt like he'd used up all the luck he had in his life in the last two days.
Su Qingge sat in the main seat.
Looking at the ecstatic executives around her, her nerves, which had been tense for two days and two nights, finally relaxed completely at this moment.
Won.
It wasn't just about winning against Zhou Lixing; it was about winning back dignity and the future.
She turned her head and looked at Lin Zhou, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner playing Candy Crush.
The man, head down, swiped his fingers across the screen, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding revelry. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a serene glow on him that emanated from his very being, causing Su Qingge's heart to skip a beat.
If it weren't for him...
If it weren't for that "mysterious" Qilin...
"Cough cough."
Su Qingge stood up and cleared her throat.
The meeting room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on their boss.
"Everyone has worked hard these past few days."
Although Su Qingge's voice remained cool and aloof, her eyes and brows betrayed an undisguised smile.
"Crisis resolved, bonus doubled. Also…"
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the darkening sky outside the window, then waved her hand dismissively:
"Tonight, it's my treat! Let's drink until we drop!"
"Long live President Su!"
"Where should we eat? Hilton or Peninsula?" Old Zhao asked excitedly.
Su Qingge shook her head.
Her gaze fell on Lin Zhou again, and the image of him cooking in Peach Blossom Village and his words, "The warmth of everyday life is what soothes the human heart," came to mind.
She used to think that celebrations should be held in the most upscale places with the most expensive wine.
But now, she suddenly wants to change her way of life.
"Not going to the hotel."
Su Qingge's lips curled into a stunning smile as she pointed to the bustling night view outside the window:
"Let's go to the night market! Let's eat at the food stalls!"
"what?"
The executives were dumbfounded.
A pop diva eating at a street food stall? Doesn't this seem a bit off?
"What?! It's settled then!"
Su Qingge picked up her bag, walked up to Lin Zhou, and gently tugged at his sleeve, her tone surprisingly carrying a touch of girlish charm:
"Stop playing around, driver, let's go."
Lin Zhou put away his phone, looked up at her, and smiled helplessly:
"Yes, ma'am."
...
Half an hour later.
The most bustling "Ghost Street" night market in Beijing.
A black Cullinan, like a giant beast that has strayed into a flock of sheep, cautiously navigated the narrow and crowded streets.
The surrounding area was filled with smoky barbecue stalls, noisy voices, and the aroma of cumin and chili powder in the air.
"This is fine."
Su Qingge pointed to a stall with a sign that read "Fatty's Barbecue".
The car door opened.
When Su Qingge, dressed in a bespoke trench coat, Lin Zhou, in casual wear, and a group of company executives in suits stepped out of the car, the entire barbecue stall fell silent for a moment.
This scene is so surreal.
It's like the Vienna Symphony Orchestra suddenly running off to perform in a vegetable market.
"Boss! Shall we share a table?"
Lin Zhou, on the other hand, was very familiar with the place and had no airs at all. He directly asked the boss to put together a few folding tables and wiped the plastic stools with tissues before letting Su Qingge sit down.
"Come on! Let's order! Kidney, meat skewers, beef tendon, one hundred of each, to start! And five cases of beer!"
This down-to-earth way of ordering food instantly bridged the gap between the restaurant and the surrounding diners.
Although some people recognized Su Qingge, everyone tacitly refrained from disturbing her in this lively and down-to-earth place, only glancing at her a few more times.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
The previously reserved executives also relaxed.
Old Zhao, his face flushed from drinking, staggered to his feet, holding a disposable plastic cup, and raised his glass to Su Qingge:
"President Su! I... I, Old Zhao, have never admired anyone in my life! Only you! And that Qilin God!"
"Come on! This glass is for you! To the revival of Starry Sky Media!"
"good!"
Su Qingge was overjoyed today.
She usually avoids alcohol to protect her voice. But today, seeing everyone's genuine smiles and Lin Zhou quietly peeling shrimp for her, she finally relaxed.
"drink!"
She picked up the glass of baijiu in front of her, a full two ounces of Erguotou, and downed it in one gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
The spicy liquid rolled down her throat, choking her and bringing tears to her eyes, but the burning sensation made her feel incredibly relieved.
"Cool!"
Su Qingge slammed the cup down on the table, and two blushes quickly rose to her cheeks.
Lin Zhou frowned and reached out to stop her: "Wife, drink less of this wine, it's very strong."
"It's okay! I'm happy today!"
Su Qingge pushed his hand away, her eyes already starting to glaze over.
She looked at Lin Zhou, gave a silly smile, and reached out to pinch his cheek:
"Honey, why do you have two heads today?"
Lin Zhou: "..."
It’s over.
This is getting intoxicating.
Before Lin Zhou could react, Su Qingge was toasted several more times by Lao Zhao and Zhang Wei.
After three cups of baijiu (Chinese liquor)...
The image of the aloof diva has completely collapsed.
Su Qingge sat on a plastic stool, swaying slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking at everyone as if she were smiling.
She suddenly stood up.
The movement was so violent that it overturned the stool behind him.
"President Su?"
Everyone was startled and rushed to help.
"No...don't help me up!"
Su Qingge waved away everyone's hands, her feet treading on cotton, and staggered towards the roadside.
Her gaze was fixed on the lone, rusty lamppost by the roadside.
Under the influence of alcohol, the lamppost plastered with "Seeking a Son for a Large Reward" signs seemed to her to become the most dazzling spotlight on a stage, or perhaps...
A steel pipe?
Su Qingge walked over and reached out to hug the cold lamppost.
She turned around and gave Lin Zhou and the group of executives a charming yet endearing smile:
"That's... my microphone!"
"No...that's my steel pipe!"
"Lin Zhou! Watch closely! This diva is going to perform a special skill for you today!"
As she spoke, her body went limp, and she slid down the lamppost like a water snake.
Holy crap!
Lin Zhou dropped the meat skewer from his hand.