This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

"Captain, they keep talking about a live variety show, it sounds like the one you participated in before?"

"Captain, I've found out! I heard that Yao Mei was livestreaming herself making hand-grabbed rice, and a lot of people were paying attention to the situation in N country, which led them to these children..."

"You're something else, kid! No wonder you're a scout! But how dare you call Yao 'sister'? Aren't you afraid the captain will beat you up?"

"Hehe, I'm a fan of Yao too!"

"..."

In a foreign land, upon hearing a familiar name, Fu Qianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He pulled down the brim of his hat to conceal the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

The instructions were relayed down in an orderly manner.

Various foods and medicines were distributed to those in need.

War correspondents are also filming and conducting interviews, striving to report the situation here as quickly as possible.

"Uncle Fu? What a coincidence! Are you on a mission here?"

To everyone's surprise, Fu Qianchuan was recognized even in a foreign country.

Fu Qianchuan nodded politely and said, "Hello."

He said no more about the rest.

Fortunately, the other party was very perceptive and immediately understood.

"I'm sorry to disturb your work. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and won't report anything inappropriate. My surname is Fang, you can just call me Xiao Fang. There's something I need to tell you..."

The reporter, Fang, dropped his playful demeanor and began to talk seriously about business.

A moment later.

Fu Qianchuan frowned: "Is the source of this information reliable?"

Reporter Fang smiled wryly: "To be honest, I can't guarantee that... Although countless eyes around the world are watching this place, I still suggest you get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible."

Fu Qianchuan patted his shoulder: "Thank you, you've worked hard."

Reporter Fang stopped there and didn't waste any more words.

"Now that we've finished talking about business, how about we chat about personal matters?" He waved his phone, winking, "How about I trade you a piece of gossip for Yao Mei's latest live stream clip?"

Fu Qianchuan said casually, "I won't use her as a bargaining chip."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words, exuding an undeniable and imposing aura.

Reporter Fang quickly said, "Uncle Fu, don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant. Okay, I'll be honest, I'm actually a fan of your nephew and Yao's CP!"

Fu Qianchuan:?

"I have so much work pressure, I have to find some CP (couple pairing) to relieve it, otherwise I'll lose all my hair."

Reporter Fang gave an awkward but polite smile, "But when I saw you in person, with your aura and your appearance, I felt that you and Yao were a perfect match!"

Both parties handed over their phones, on which was a video of Wen Yao cooking.

Fu Qianchuan picked it up and pressed the play button.

The video is short; it's an edited and sped-up version, only a little over a minute long.

However, the entire process of Wen Yao making hand-grabbed rice was vividly recorded.

Reporter Fang noticed that when he showed this clip to others, everyone burst into laughter.

Especially the scene where Wen Yao explodes at the end, it's so funny that even people with a high threshold for laughter can't help but laugh.

But Fu Qianchuan frowned because Wen Yao's fingertips were burned.

In Fang's opinion, it can't even be considered an injury; it's just a little red from being burned.

Even a fan like him wouldn't care about this little bit of fame.

Fu Qianchuan pressed his thin lips together and asked in a deep voice:

"Is she okay?"

Reporter Fang was taken aback for a moment: "Don't worry, I happened to watch the whole live stream, and Yao was not injured."

"That's good."

Fu Qianchuan glanced longingly at the girl on the screen before handing the phone back to him.

Reporter Fang couldn't help but ask:

"Um... Uncle Fu, this mission of yours will take at least ten days to half a month, maybe even longer. I'm not cursing you, but honestly, by the time you get back, it'll be too late. What if Yao Mei really does end up with Zhou Zi...?"

Strange, he was a staunch supporter of Zhou Yao before, but after meeting Fu Qianchuan in person, he actually had thoughts of switching sides.

Fu Qianchuan's expression remained calm and composed, devoid of any emotion, as if it were the natural course of things.

"As long as she's happy, as long as she's doing well."

He strode off to get busy, leaving reporter Fang standing there looking bewildered.

He once saw a quote online that he always thought was just a bunch of fake inspirational quotes:

Love is always feeling indebted.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that some people... love each other so much that they are afraid the other person is not doing well, and love each other so much that they only want the other person to be happy.

...

The sea is calm, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Everyone was a little tipsy.

Gu Yan suggested, "Shall we compose a poem together?"

There was a burst of boos from the audience.

Wen Yao snorted the loudest.

"Brother, have you forgotten that you're a hopelessly illiterate person?"

"We haven't even started, and you're already belittling your own people," Gu Yan retorted. "I'll explain the rules. There's only one: seven characters. It doesn't have to rhyme, the context doesn't matter, and if you really can't match, you can recite a line of poetry. That's simple enough, right? I'll go first—"

He cleared his throat, gazed at the scene before him—the sea, the moon—and after a long pause, finally managed to utter:

"The moon is really round tonight."

"Alas--"

"Uu——"

"cut--"

Not only did the guests at the event express their dislike, but the viewers in the live stream also complained.

[Inkstone, with your level of education, don't embarrass yourself in public.]

I thought the inkstone would be filled with a large one, but it turned out to be filled with a large lump of poop.

[Yanzi: You guys tell me, isn't it seven characters?]

...

Rotating clockwise, it landed on Lu Amber.

He looked constipated, even more so than Gu Yan.

Lin Xinwei couldn't bear to watch any longer and whispered a reminder: "You can recite poems, ones related to the moon or the sea..."

Lu Anbo grinned foolishly: "Sis, I failed Chinese in elementary school. My Chinese teacher was so angry that he told me to tell people that my Chinese was taught by the PE teacher."

Lin Xinwei's lips twitched: "You've gotten all proud of yourself??"

"Hey! I've got it!" Lu Amber slapped his forehead and pointed at the barbecue grill. "The barbecue smells amazing!"

Gu Yan slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "What a poem! What a poem, brother!"

"Right? Yan-ge, you have excellent taste!"

Lu Anbo excitedly clinked glasses with Gu Yan.

Otherwise, how could you two be called the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix?

[Oh no, the stereotype that everyone in the entertainment industry is illiterate is going to be reinforced again.]

[Can you guys please not have such high expectations of Bai Zi? For someone with intellectual disabilities to utter seven words, I think that's already incredibly impressive.]

You didn't let him off the hook either / Heart emoji

...

When it was Lin Xinwei's turn, she easily passed the test by reciting a line of ancient poetry.

Then there are Yunxing and Yunyue.

"New and old friends gather here."

"Our love is stronger than gold and will never be abandoned."

Although the two were only at the level of writing doggerel, they were far superior to the "Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix Chick" duo, and a round of enthusiastic applause broke out in the audience.

After going around in circles, we arrived at Wen Yao's place.

She rested her chin on her hands, gazing at the night sky above the sea, where the moon's reflection swayed. She casually remarked:

"The moon in the sea is the same as the moon in the sky."

Lastly, it was Fu Wanzhou's turn.

He stared intently at Wen Yao:

The person before me is the one in my heart.