Jian Feishuo’s move was a bit slow—but when it came, it came with thunderous force.
No one knew exactly how he pulled it off, but early that very morning, the show, Director Ma, and even several veteran cast members all posted Weibo updates tagging Jian Feiyang.
Director Ma’s post was blunt and straight to the point.
Ma Gong V:
“When I saw this kid during the audition, I knew he was the one. Yep. He’s obviously made for variety shows, and the results were great too. You’ll see very soon—stay tuned. @JianFeiyang”
Netizens had only just finished eating melons late at night. Waking up to this, they were stunned.
Holy hell—this newbie is backed by Director Ma?
Before they could process it, another unexpected person posted as well.
Guan Junhao V:
“Bullshit! I was the one who spotted him first and recommended him to Director Ma—don’t steal my credit, okay? And besides, Xiao Yang is my fan. He came because of me, got it? @JianFeiyang [photo of the two together]”
The internet collectively short-circuited.
Bro, why are you joining the chaos?
Aren’t you recovering from a busted leg? And you’re out here recommending people???
The veteran cast members couldn’t help jumping in too.
Han Zhi V:
“Xiao Guan, don’t talk nonsense. Xiao Yang is clearly my fan, okay? Xiao Yang, tell them. @JianFeiyang”
Wen Wuren V:
“LOL, what are you all fighting about? Xiao Yang is obviously my fan. Right? @JianFeiyang”
Netizens were numb.
Completely numb.
They couldn’t help but swarm Jian Feiyang’s Weibo—not for anything else, but because they desperately wanted to know whose fan he actually was.
Fan Qing hadn’t expected Jian Feishuo’s move to be this.
But it really did shut down a lot of ugly talk.
Still…
He tossed the phone to Jian Feiyang with a helpless laugh.
“You reply to this one yourself. I honestly have no idea whose fan you’re supposed to be.”
“Huh? Isn’t that easy?”
Jian Feiyang scratched his head, grinning, and picked up the phone, tapping away furiously.
“Easy? What’s easy about it? Whoever you say, you’ll offend the others.”
Fan Qing sighed, adding another line in resignation.
“Once you’ve finished editing it, show it to me before you post.”
The words had barely left his mouth when he saw Jian Feiyang looking at him with an awkward expression.
Fan Qing: …
“You… already posted it?”
Jian Feiyang held his phone out with both hands, looking obedient and well-behaved.
“Well… my hand was a bit too fast…”
“Yeah, not just fast—exceptionally fast.”
Fan Qing muttered the comment offhand as he took the phone and glanced at it.
Then he froze.
Fan Qing choked up.
Fan Qing wanted to speak, then stopped; stopped, then wanted to speak again.
After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Jian Feiyang.
“I really couldn’t tell…”
Jian Feiyang: “Huh?”
Fan Qing laughed in exasperation. “I genuinely did not expect you to have the potential to be a full-on sea king!”
Just look at what this kid posted?!
Jian Feiyang V:
“Huh? What is everyone talking about? Of course I’m everyone’s fan! I really love this show—I’ve already caught up to the latest episode!”
What kind of cursed sea-king statement is this supposed to be???
The kid didn’t even tag anyone!
After laughing himself into frustration, Fan Qing couldn’t help but look at Jian Feiyang a few more times.
And yet… somehow, this kid really was blessed by dumb luck.
Instead of getting angry at his shamelessly “sea-king” comment, netizens burst into laughter.
“Hahahahaha I’m dying—Jian Feiyang’s reply is way too sea-king! This is exactly how I sound when I play otome games.”
“And yet… why does this feel weirdly hilarious?”
“Same here, I’m dead 😂 I can already imagine everyone tagging Jian Feiyang trying to fight for first place, and then he comes in like: stop fighting, the show is the real main wife, you’re all just sisters. 2333 this is WAY too funny.”
“I’m Guan-ge’s fan… pfft! I won’t say much—Guan-ge—! Guan-ge is such a tragic man 😭 the only one who posted a group photo, and still got evenly showered with affection lol.”
Some people, however, were completely confused.
“Huh? Why does it feel like… nobody really cares?”
Someone immediately explained below.
“What’s there to care about? You could tell from everyone tagging Jian Feiyang that he’s got great relationships. Otherwise, tell me—there was clearly another person there, so why didn’t anyone tag that someone?”
“+1. I went to bed early last night, but I still caught the drama this morning, okay? Some people really thought they could twist the truth by casually posting a few lines? Well look—didn’t that backfire fast? It’s honestly hilarious.”
“Exactly. I won’t name names, but everyone got tagged. Whoever didn’t knows it in their own heart.”
“Bro, the situation on Nie Luo’s side has to be dealt with.”
Jing Yuan’s fingers tightened around his phone until they turned pale, only slowly relaxing after a long while.
When he spoke, the exhaustion in his voice was impossible to hide.
Even his manager looked drained.
How had things ended up like this?
They were the ones who hired the water army first—so how did all the dirty water end up splashed back onto them instead?
“Bro!”
Jing Yuan couldn’t hide the urgency in his tone.
“Fine, let’s forget the last incident. Losing that variety show—I could still find another one. But this time, it’s obvious Nie Luo is pulling strings behind the scenes. If it weren’t for him, how would outsiders know about Tomorrow?”
But that wasn’t even the main issue.
Jing Yuan’s eyes darkened.
Missing out on that previous role had already cost him a lot of points. He’d thought Tomorrow would help him win them back in one go—who knew Nie Luo would stab him in the back like this.
Not getting Tomorrow was painful but still manageable. What really hurt was that even on Charge Ahead, he’d been completely overshadowed by Jian Feiyang…
Jing Yuan’s expression grew uglier by the second.
Going several rounds without good resources was disastrous for an artist like him—someone without a truly standout work.
Without popularity to prop him up, someone with no background like him wouldn’t have an easy road ahead.
This absolutely couldn’t continue.
His face settled into a calm mask as he began to think carefully.
Public opinion around Jian Feiyang was currently unfavorable. The posts he’d had people release were clearly turned against him by Nie Luo’s side.
Fortunately, this variety show wasn’t that important. As long as he secured new resources and buried the issue, it would amount to nothing.
But Nie Luo… that was different.
He had to find a way to deal with Nie Luo.
Sure enough, Nie Luo was his greatest enemy. If Nie Luo wasn’t removed, he’d always be affected by him!
At that thought, Jing Yuan suddenly fell into deep contemplation.
Come to think of it—had the drugging incident last time really not worked?
That didn’t make sense.
Jing Yuan frowned slightly.
He was absolutely certain the staff member who delivered the water was his die-hard fan.
All it took was a few sweet words, and she’d be willing to do anything for him.
And she had confirmed that Nie Luo drank that bottle of water.
So why, when he went over later, did Nie Luo look completely fine?
That shouldn’t be possible…
Unless—
Jing Yuan abruptly stopped himself.
It was that person!
That assistant—what was his name… Fan Qing!
Jing Yuan suddenly understood.
No wonder something felt off the moment they went in.
That was Nie Luo.
How could Nie Luo possibly let someone get close to him so easily? He must have been covering for that person back then!
Realization struck, and a flash of excitement passed through Jing Yuan’s eyes.
So Nie Luo was already involved with that guy Fan Qing?
And then another thought hit him.
No wonder!
He’d been wondering how Fan Qing suddenly became Jian Feiyang’s manager!
And this time, Nie Luo suddenly targeting him—could it be because that guy was whispering into his pillow at night?
Very likely.
After calmly analyzing it for a while, Jing Yuan found that the possibility was actually extremely high.
If that were the case, then he could completely—
—
“The show’s about to start. If you don’t want to watch, you can go sit somewhere else and calm down.”
Fan Qing had finally reached his limit.
Who was this idiot that looked like he had ADHD?
He hadn’t even been nervous when he was actually on the show, so why was he freaking out now?
“A-Qing, I—I kinda need to pee…”
Jian Feiyang stammered for a long time before squeezing out that single sentence.
Fan Qing felt his remaining composure shatter.
Also, he really didn’t want his already cramped little rental apartment to keep getting its bathroom borrowed over and over.
He thought about it for exactly two seconds before silently standing up.
“Come on. I’ll take you somewhere you definitely won’t be nervous.”
Jian Feiyang obediently followed behind him. When they reached the door, he couldn’t help letting out an awkward laugh.
“Uh, A-Qing… then I’ll just, um, use the bathroom one last time.”
The vein at Fan Qing’s temple twitched violently, but he still held it in.
“Relax. After this, your problem will be cured.”
After happily resolving his issue, Jian Feiyang climbed into the taxi, still curious.
“A-Qing, where are you taking me?”
Was there really a place specifically meant to eliminate nervousness?
He was kind of intrigued!
In a spot Jian Feiyang couldn’t see, Fan Qing revealed a devilish smile.
“You’ll know when we get there.”
Half an hour later.
Jian Feiyang: …
Jian Feishuo: …
The two stared at each other.
After a long moment, Jian Feishuo still frowned and opened his mouth to lecture him.
“You’ve only been gone a few months, and you don’t even know how to greet me anymore?”
Jian Feiyang: …
Well… A-Qing was right. He really wasn’t nervous at all anymore.
But—
This was his variety show debut!
Why did he have to watch it with his big brother?!
Damn it.
Fan Qing completely ignored Jian Feiyang’s accusatory gaze.
Under Jian Feishuo’s equally disdainful look, he stepped forward. “There are fifteen minutes left before the premiere. Does President Jian happen to have a small meeting room we could borrow?”
Jian Feiyang slowly gave a thumbs-up.
No matter how many times he saw it, he still thought A-Qing was insanely brave in front of his big brother.
The same thought also crossed Jian Feishuo’s mind.
Watching Fan Qing’s perfectly natural, take-it-for-granted manner, Jian Feishuo slowly began to question his life choices—
Between Jian Feiyang and Fan Qing, which one was actually the biological younger brother who’d run away from home???