Zhou Yun returned to her room, took off her headphones, undressed, and went to take a shower.
The hot sweat was washed away, the sticky feeling dissolved, leaving her feeling refreshed and light. When she came out, she just wanted to lie on the bed and leisurely scroll through her phone.
But there was an unexpected message waiting for her on her phone.
Ten minutes ago, Song Chi had sent a message, asking: Why didn’t you post on Weibo?
Zhou Yun found this top celebrity quite adorable, asking with such a strong sense of entitlement.
She replied: Waiting for you to post.
Song Chi: You really can’t bear to lose out at all.
Song Chi’s words were suggestive, but Zhou Yun was unaware that she had another audience for her performance earlier.
Zhou Yun curled her lips and said: As a girl, of course, I can’t afford to lose out, I’m not a boy.
Zhou Yun realized belatedly, didn’t that sentence of hers come across as a bit too intimate?
It didn’t quite fit the relationship she had with Song Chi. After all, they had only added each other on WeChat today and weren’t that close. However, it also has to be said that Song Chi’s way of speaking was very down-to-earth, without a hint of the arrogance one might expect from a top celebrity.
Then, Song Chi sent another message: What time does your recording start tomorrow?
Zhou Yun: I don’t know, I haven’t received a notification.
Song Chi: Then be careful. Usually, if there’s no notification about when the recording starts, the production team might try to ambush you, capturing how you look when you’ve just woken up. Be careful not to be filmed without makeup.
Zhou Yun: No worries, I look beautiful even without makeup.
Song Chi: Who gave you such confidence?
Zhou Yun: Your men’s eyes.
Song Chi: You and your image are really miles apart.
Zhou Yun: Isn’t that the case for everyone? Barring none.
Song Chi: I’ll concede that, I don’t have the confidence you do.
Zhou Yun: No choice, my beauty prohibits me from being inferior.
Song Chi: You’ve got enough.
Song Chi: I really want to post the screenshot of our chat on Weibo so everyone can see your true colors.
Zhou Yun: I’d be happy to see you damage a thousand of the enemy’s troops at the cost of eight hundred of your own and then expose your silly nature.
Song Chi: Who’s silly?
Zhou Yun: I’m going to sleep.
Song Chi: Make yourself clear!!!
Zhou Yun: Goodnight, Brother Chi, goodnight, my idol.
Song Chi: Make yourself clear.
Song Chi: Where are you?
"I’m so mad!" Song Chi jumped up from his chair, clenching his fists.
Just then, Luo Yuhu and the assistant came in from the outer room to the inside and saw the obviously irritated Song Chi, both somewhat startled.
Luo Yuhu asked: "What’s wrong?"
Seeing them, Song Chi instantly regained his composure and reverted to his usual indifference.
"Nothing, what’s up?"
"The photographer sent over the shooting plan for tomorrow, do you want to take a look now?" Luo Yuhu asked.
Song Chi said: "You guys take care of it."
Luo Yuhu was somewhat speechless, saying: "You said the same thing last time, but then you weren’t satisfied on the set."
Song Chi: "Then just leave it here, I’ll look at it later."
Luo Yuhu: "They are waiting for your feedback, and it’s getting late."
Song Chi: "I’ll look at it in a bit, just put it down."
Luo Yuhu, feeling a bit helpless, said: "Alright, then."
Suddenly, Song Chi remembered something and said: "Also, withdraw the paid commenters you hired to badmouth Zhou Yun."
"Why?" Luo Yuhu was somewhat surprised.
Song Chi said: "I don’t like these tactics."
"But she’s always riding on your coattails; if we don’t give her a warning, then..." Luo Yuhu was somewhat reluctant to withdraw the paid commenters.
"I said, withdraw them." Song Chi said sternly.