Cen Yu is actively replying here——
[Besides, he not only has tattoos, but also tongue studs! He doesn't look like a serious person! 】
【Holy shit! My wife is so hot! I love it so much! 】
Cen Yu was silent for a moment and continued to reply——
[He’s a fishy guy at work. He cuts corners every day if he can! 】
[I work as a worker but not as a fisherman. Is the company really my family? Laughing to death! Besides... who are you! Is it because my wife’s colleagues can’t stand my wife’s anger and are preparing to secretly criticize him? ! 】
"...The oil and salt won't come in." Cen Yu and Big Fat Cat muttered.
He also knew that he could not continue to reply, otherwise Yu Jinheng would probably think that he fainted and died in the bathroom.
…
"Brother Pei, someone is hacking Cen Yu."
Because of the stalker incident, Pei Zhe hadn't returned to his room yet. He was sitting on the sofa chair outside the living room when he saw the agent walking over.
"Hei Cenyu?"
Pei Zhe was a little confused.
He glanced behind him and found that no one was in the living room at the moment. Either he was in the swimming pool or he had gone back to his room to rest.
"What's so dark about him?" Pei Zhe wondered.
After all, Cen Yu is an amateur. Even if he gets exposure because of this show, he probably won't enter the entertainment industry. Pei Zhe really can't think of anyone who has such a deep hatred for him.
The manager didn't know what to say, so he simply handed the phone to Pei Zhe to look at.
Because tonight, when they were setting the rhythm and controlling the wind direction in the studio, they naturally noticed these discordant little sounds.
When Pei Zhe saw the word "boyfriend", he immediately thought of Yu Xinyu... Since the other party knew about Yu Xinyu and also knew about Cen Yu's college days, he should have known Cen Yu for a long time.
Did he suddenly feel jealous after seeing Cen Yu become famous and come to reveal the news?
Pei Zhe was a little unsure, but still returned the phone to the agent, "Then help him."
After all, if it hadn't been for this incident, it is estimated that this show would not have suddenly exploded on social platforms, nor would Cen Yu, an "acquaintance", have noticed that he actually participated in such a variety show.
The agent doesn't object, it's just a matter of course.
On the other side, Sang Qianshan's studio also noticed this discordant sound.
When the agent called Sang Qianshan, Sang Qianshan was in his room.
He leaned on the bed and didn't know what he was thinking. When the agent called, he was looking at the photo album on his mobile phone...
"Someone is hacking Cen Yu."
The agent gets straight to the point.
Sang Qianshan frowned, and then saw the various links sent to him by his agent.
The more he looked at her, the tighter his brows furrowed, and he cursed in his mind that Yu Xinyu was a poor person who could do nothing but pretend to be pitiful.
Then he said to the agent, "You can do it over there."
Whether it's deletion of comments or anything else, don't let this mess get in the way of Cen Yu.
After quitting the chat with her manager, Sang Qianshan looked at the photo of herself and Cen Yu on her phone——
"It's good to be friends." Sang Qianshan said to himself.
Being friends lasts longer than being a couple.
…
At this moment, Cen Yu didn't know that his post had been almost deleted.
Early the next morning, perhaps because what happened yesterday was too exciting, the program team did not dare to have any further setbacks, and finally remembered their original intention of slow variety show + true friends.
It was decided to allow the guests to visit nearby attractions and travel freely at their own leisure.
Just have some photography to follow you by then.
Worrying that Cen Yu still had injuries on his legs, Sang Qianshan insisted on saying that he would ride with him...
"...I have skinned knees, not lameness." Cen Yu said as he looked at the bicycle pushed by Sang Qianshan.
"I can't walk anyway." Sang Qianshan said and patted the back seat. "You sit on it and I'll take you for a walk."
"Are you acting in a youth idol drama?" Cen Yu complained, but still sat in the back seat.
Sang Qianshan didn't speak. He didn't particularly like talking, but he talked a little more when he was in front of Cen Yu.
Considering that they were on vacation, the two of them specially changed into floral shirts that were slightly in line with the local style, and sat on the bicycles one behind the other.
The sun was too strong at this time, and there were almost no other people on this road suitable for riding except for the two of them and the camera crew’s car——
"There are so few people here."
"It's true that no one would go out to ride a bike at this hour." Cen Yu looked up at the 12 noon sun and suspected that Sang Qianshan was suffering from heatstroke.
Sang Qianshan looked back at Cen Yu. He found that Cen Yu's cheeks were red from the sun and there was sweat on his forehead. "How about... take a rest?"
Cen Yu found that they happened to arrive at a relatively lively beach. Perhaps because the program team's car and the camera following them were too conspicuous, they quickly attracted some people's attention.
The two of them wore sunglasses and simply walked to a small shop near the beach.
The shop is not big, and there are not many people inside.
After looking at it for a while, Cen Yu realized that it was a postcard store—it was found in major scenic spots across the country, and its main business was to soak up rain and dew.
The postcards inside were basically hand-drawn. Cen Yu looked at them for a while and found Sang Qianshan staring at the postcard and the line of words on it——
"Send it to your future self."
"..." No.
Cen Yu looked at Sang Qianshan, "Do you want to send this?"
Is it possible that the young master has never seen such postcards at tourist attractions before? ! Oh, he forgot that a young man like Sang Qianshan would not usually come to this kind of street shop.
It seemed that the disbelief and surprise in Cen Yu's eyes were too obvious, and Sang Qianshan also became a little angry.
"What?! No?"
"Okay, of course." Cen Yu raised his hands in surrender.
He found that there were people around him quietly watching them, and then held up their mobile phones to secretly take pictures - the show team did not book the venue, so this was a normal phenomenon, otherwise where would the Reuters of the variety show come from?
But even so, he didn't want to be watched.
He patted Sang Qianshan on the shoulder and said, "If you want to write, hurry up."
"Then you write too." Sang Qianshan said.
Cen Yu hesitated for a second... Who should he write this letter to?
He knew that he would leave this small world soon, but seeing that Sang Qianshan seemed very interested and in high spirits, he didn't want to disturb her interest.
I simply picked a postcard and started writing it like Sang Qianshan.
"Don't peek!" Sang Qianshan said mysteriously after getting the postcard and pen.
"...Brother, how old are you?" Cen Yu said and cooperated with Sang Qianshan, turning around and starting to write a postcard.
To be honest, he didn't remember a few addresses and phone numbers at all.
After much deliberation, it would be better to send it to Yu Xinyu at her current address, but what should I write?
He knew that sooner or later he would have to leave according to the ending in the original work, and he didn’t know if Yu Xinyu had forgotten him at that time. If Yu Xinyu had already started a new relationship at that time, she might still use this postcard to pay tribute to him later. My boyfriend said——
"...Ah, this guy is the scumbag I used to like."
Forget it, in this case, let's just tell Yu Xinyu a secret.
Cen Yu thought about it and wrote directly on the postcard.
[I know those people in the alley were hired by you to perform. 】
