Ten minutes later, Xiao Yufeng, with a small turtle drawn on his right cheek by a marker, finally managed to squeeze into the taxi.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried to resist. One photographer occupied the front passenger seat, another blocked the left car door, and then Jian Sheng blocked the right car door.
If he didn't agree to Jian Sheng's request, he absolutely refused to let her get in the car.
Although he always felt that if he stubbornly refused to compromise, he could probably still shamelessly get on.
But doing so would clearly be considered not playing fair.
The little girl put away her marker and placed it in a canvas bag provided by the production team for maps and cash.
She proudly lifted her head, like a victorious little swan.
Xiao Yufeng, imitating Jian Sheng, borrowed a phone from the photographer to look at the small turtle drawn on his face.
The turtle, the size of an egg, was drawn on his right cheek, slightly below his eye and to the right.
Not to mention, it was vividly drawn and quite cute.
Xiao Yufeng returned the phone to the photographer, his expression one of utter despair.
— Hahahaha, Little Yu, you should be grateful. If you ask me, Sheng Bao held back.
— Exactly, I thought Sheng Bao was going to draw a giant turtle covering Xiao Yu's entire face.
— Hahaha, I thought so too, and I was really looking forward to it.
— Sheng Sheng is such a perfect little angel, still thinking about saving Xiao Yu some face in front of outsiders. Compared to that, Xiao Yufeng, you are truly a dog.
— I wanted to see Xiao Yu go out with a giant turtle drawn on his face. This kind of small turtle, drawn so beautifully, feels like something is missing.
— Hahaha, the one upstairs, are you a hater?
— Damn it, I'm actually a little envious. I wish my Sheng Bao would draw one for me too, boohoo.
— The one upstairs saying that, I actually feel shamefully moved too. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of my mouth.
The bullet comments erupted in laughter, and Xiao Yufeng could only offer a wry smile of helplessness.
He knew that Sheng Sheng must have softened her heart at the last moment; otherwise, with a marker in hand, the little girl could draw whatever she wanted.
He couldn't resist no matter what.
He'd just treat this as putting on a small sticker on his face. Although he would still attract sideways glances on the street, it wouldn't cause him social death.
He recalled the couple of strokes he had made on the little girl's face.
Then he looked at the faint ink marks still lingering on the little girl's face, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He leaned closer and asked carefully.
"Sheng Sheng, are you still angry?"
"If you're still not satisfied... why don't you draw one on my left cheek too?"
"But make sure you draw it beautifully!"
Jian Sheng turned her head, her big, dark eyes staring at him in shock, even her fan-like eyelashes betraying disbelief.
It was as if she were saying:
Are you out of your mind?
— Hilarious, does Little Yu finally realize how excessive he was before?
— One small turtle can't make up for Sheng Bao's hurt feelings, so, Sheng Bao, please satisfy him and draw one on his left side too!
The bullet comments all chimed in with "draw another one."
Even the photographer, who could see the phone, helped convey the viewers' strong wishes.
Fearing Jian Sheng wouldn't believe him, the photographer on the left showed Jian Sheng the screen full of "draw another one" placed in front of her.
This interaction with the audience through the photographer was a compromise, considering that the guests had earned their taxi fare but didn't have phones, and needed to maintain engagement once in the car.
When the photographer showed Jian Sheng the phone, he worried she couldn't read and casually asked,
"Sheng Sheng, how many characters do you know now? If you don't know, Uncle can translate for you."
"Thank you, Uncle. Sheng Sheng can understand."
The photographer raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking this was a great topic.
He assumed the role of a temporary host.
"Sheng Sheng, you're so amazing. Can Sheng Sheng read out a few bullet comments so the viewers who like Sheng Sheng can see how many characters Sheng Sheng knows?"
After speaking, the photographer couldn't help but give himself a thumbs-up in his heart.
He'd have to ask the production team for an extra drumstick when they got back!
Jian Sheng looked at the bullet comments and read, "Draw another one."
Then she looked intently at Xiao Yufeng.
"Brother, they want me to draw another one for you too."
However, Jian Sheng was just speaking and didn't take out her marker again.
Then she looked at the phone and continued reading, "He panicked, he panicked, Little Yu panicked hahaha."
The little girl tilted her head, "Brother, is Little Yu calling you? They say you panicked."
Xiao Yufeng: "..."
These were clearly his fans. He knew exactly what kind of fans they were.
They say fans take after their idols. He felt he was quite normal in whatever he did, and didn't have the bad habits of typical second-generation rich kids.
Why was it that after entering the entertainment industry for fun, he gained such a group of mischievous fans?
Facing the betrayal of these mischievous fans, Xiao Yufeng rolled his eyes and ignored them.
Jian Sheng continued reading, "Little Yu Brother, they say you can't handle it."
Xiao Yufeng: "I'll be damned!"
Jian Sheng: "Little Yu Brother, they say you've lost your composure. What does 'lost your composure' mean?"
Xiao Yufeng: "..."
He roared at the phone, "Don't lead the child astray!"
Jian Sheng continued to relay, "Little Yu Brother, they say you're getting impatient."
Xiao Yufeng: "..."
He felt like his mind was filled with the little girl's soft, slightly curious "Little Yu Brother."
If it were any other time, he would have enjoyed hearing the little girl call him that.
But now, the endlessly repeating "Little Yu Brother" was like demonic chanting, driving him to wish he could just die on the spot.
He didn't know yet.
At this moment, someone had already edited this conversation into a BGM video and posted it on a certain website.
The little girl, with her innocent big eyes, curiously read the lines from the bullet comments.
Paired with Xiao Yufeng's despairing face, it created natural program effect.
The video ended with the little girl's repeated "Little Yu Brother," and countless captions directed at Xiao Yufeng.
Then it abruptly stopped, leaving only a classic meme.
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— Hilarious, how can they be so amusing? Xiao Yufeng, you have your day too!
— Who is this sister? So cute! I want to pinch her little face.
— I never expected that my favorite celebrity and the sister I just started to like would appear on a certain website's BGM section in this way/covers face.
— Is this a variety show? Which episode of what variety show? I'll go watch.
— It's a variety show, but the program hasn't been released yet. It's a live broadcast now, pointer: Link xxxxxxx.
Xiao Yufeng and Jian Sheng still didn't know that their interaction had already made it onto a certain website's BGM section.
And its play count and likes were skyrocketing, showing signs of becoming a trending video.
As Jian Sheng continued to read the lines from the bullet comments, the audience gradually began to notice something was off.
The number of characters the little girl knew was just too much.