After Chichi fainted, the three of them didn't leave immediately; instead, they waited at Chichi's house for him to wake up.
In less than half an hour, Chichi regained consciousness.
The first thing he did after waking up was to retch.
"Brother, are you alright?" A Li asked with some confusion. "That shouldn't be, the effect of this stuff doesn't last that long, does it?"
However, this time Chichi only retched once before recovering, though his face still looked terrible: "A Li, what exactly did you make? It's going to kill someone!"
A Li couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother, it's all made of ingredients that are good for your body, there won't be any problems."
Chichi couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I'll believe you when I see it."
Seeing that Chichi had woken up, the three of them said their goodbyes and went home.
Chichi didn't think much of it; his wife was out filming, and his parents had taken the child, so he was the only one left at home.
After washing up, he went straight to sleep, and this nap lasted until the afternoon of the next day.
When he started washing up, he was amazed to find that his skin had improved; all the acne on his face had disappeared.
Not only that, but his skin had also become noticeably fairer.
Chichi couldn't help but wonder, "Could it really be the effect of that drink?"
At ten o'clock the next morning, Fu Peiyao sat in a luxurious nanny van, waiting at the airport exit. Before long, a slender girl, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, walked furtively out of the airport exit and headed straight for the nanny van.
The car door opened, and the girl skillfully slipped inside. After the door closed, she finally let out a sigh of relief, taking off all three accessories to reveal her delicate face.
"Oh, is my Qingqing so popular now? Someone's picking her up first thing in the morning?" Fu Peiyao teased.
Mu Qingqing's face showed a helpless smile: "It's all proxy photographers. Those people don't know where they get my flight information. Luckily, I hid well, otherwise, they would have blocked me."
"That means you're popular! Otherwise, why would proxy photographers come to photograph you?" Fu Peiyao laughed.
Mu Qingqing smiled and shook her head, sighing, "When I wasn't popular, I hoped someone would come to photograph me. Now that I'm truly popular, I wish I had more space. Humans are truly insatiable."
"Oh? My Qingqing has really grown up." Fu Peiyao was genuinely surprised that Mu Qingqing would say such a thing and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Of course!" Mu Qingqing arrogantly lifted her fair, tender chin, "I'm 20 this year, no longer a young teenager."
"Oh my!" Fu Peiyao reached out and pinched the girl's chin, a gentle look in her eyes, "Indeed, you're a big girl of twenty now. Who knows which naughty boy will get to have you in the future."
"Ah!" Mu Qingqing's pretty face flushed slightly. She pushed Fu Peiyao's hand away, wrinkled her delicate nose, and said in a fierce but adorable voice, "Pei Yao, what are you saying? I'm a young Idol."
"Still a young Idol, why haven't I seen you participate in Idol Project?" Fu Peiyao chuckled.
"Why don't I give it a try? You'll have to take good care of me then, won't you? After all, you're the singing mentor for Idol Project." Mu Qingqing continued, following Fu Peiyao's words, her hands tightly wrapped around Fu Peiyao's arm, leaning her entire body against Fu Peiyao.
"Then I'll make you train every day, make you dance! Train 24 hours a day, not let you eat, and not let you sleep!" Fu Peiyao said, feigning fierceness.
"Ah! Fu Peiyao! Are you a wicked stepmother?" Mu Qingqing pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Who's your wicked stepmother?" Fu Peiyao covered her mouth and laughed, "A wicked stepmother wouldn't be as cruel as I am."
The two didn't chat for long before Mu Qingqing couldn't resist the urge to sleep and fell asleep leaning on Fu Peiyao.
Seeing the tired Mu Qingqing, Fu Peiyao's face showed a hint of tenderness. She lovingly tidied Mu Qingqing's slightly messy bangs: "You've really worked hard."
On the other side, A Li was still asleep.
After three days of live streaming, A Li had already gained some fans, especially as his music went online, his Weibo fan count rapidly increased, directly breaking through ten thousand fans and quickly moving towards 100,000.
Yesterday, the video of A Li with Chichi and others was also recorded by fans and spread on Weibo and Kuaoyin. The fans of Chichi, Zheng Yun, and Fan Yizhi also started helping to disseminate these videos.
The spread of various videos coupled with the popularity of his songs made the heat of A Li's live stream even higher. Even when A Li was sleeping, the number of viewers and the heat of his live stream became the highest among the five guests of "I Live Alone."
Along with this came more bullet comments in A Li's live stream, especially today, with more new faces pouring into A Li's live stream.
【Just finished listening to the song, reporting in.】
【It's ten o'clock and he's still sleeping?】
【Let the child sleep for a bit, he was bitten by a chili yesterday.】
【He should be waking up soon, he went to bed early yesterday after all.】
【Today is the last day of the live stream, right? The next time we see him will be in a month. I wonder what A Li is going to do today?】
【I heard there's a Togekiss here?】
...
But very quickly, A Li's phone rang.
"Hello? Sister Liu?" It was Liu Yun calling. "Is there something you need me for?"
"Still sleeping?" Liu Yun asked casually.
"Yes, just woke up," A Li mumbled.
"Didn't I say I'd find you an assistant? After two days, I finally found one who isn't afraid of death. She'll report for duty tomorrow," Liu Yun said.
A Li was stunned, and some of his sleepiness dissipated: "What do you mean 'not afraid of death'? Am I that terrifying?"
"Heh heh, whether you are or not isn't for you to say." Liu Yun sneered, "You be careful, don't scare the little girl away, or you'll have to find one yourself."
A Li said grumpily, "I wouldn't scare anyone away, alright? Sister Liu, did you say bad things about me to people?"
"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yun skillfully used the triple denial and immediately changed the subject, "By the way, where are you planning to go today?"
"I already made plans yesterday to meet two netizens I met playing games," A Li said.
"Netizens? Male or female?" Liu Yun asked.
"Female, both are female," A Li answered honestly.
"Female netizens?" Liu Yun's voice clearly rose an octave, "How are they? Pretty? What do they do? How old are they this year?"
"Should be pretty, they're also in the entertainment industry, this year..." A Li suddenly came to his senses, "Sister Liu, what are you doing? Why are you acting like my mom?"
"Am I not concerned about your private life? I'm your manager, shouldn't I be concerned?" Liu Yun said forcefully.
A Li was momentarily choked by her words, "You actually make so much sense." It took him a while to react, "No, but what's with your gossipy attitude? Shouldn't a manager prohibit their artists from dating?"
"Please, what era is this? Besides, you're not some Idol singer. How can you have inspiration to write songs if you don't date?" Liu Yun couldn't help but retort.
A Li actually felt she made sense again.
"By the way, speaking of writing songs, how's the song you're writing for President Wu coming along?" Liu Yun suddenly asked.
"Ah? Haha? That song..." A Li suddenly didn't know what to say. He indicated that he hadn't had time to think about that song these past few days.
"You haven't even started thinking about it, have you?" Liu Yun asked suspiciously, "Don't keep dragging it out. Their show is about to start recording. If you can't produce a song then, how will you explain it to them?"
"I... I wrote it... how could I not have written it?" A Li quickly explained, "I even thought of the name, it's called... uh... it's called Superstar, what do you think?"
"Heh heh, what a cheesy name." Liu Yun couldn't help but retort, "You'd better write it well. This is the first custom song you're writing for the outside world. If you don't write it well, you'll have to eat super spicy chicken wings as an apology."
Apparently, Liu Yun had also watched A Li's live stream yesterday.
"Don't mention those five words." A Li took a deep breath and said, "Now, whenever I hear those five words, I feel a ball of fire burning in my throat."
"Good, burn, then you'll have motivation," Liu Yun retorted.
The two exchanged a few more sarcastic remarks, then A Li hung up the phone.
He had intended to go back to sleep, but Liu Yun's recent instructions kept lingering in his mind.
"So annoying!" A Li suddenly ran a hand through his hair, twisting and turning on the bed for a while before finally sitting up, "Forget it, time to work."
After a quick wash, he went straight to the computer, opened a document, and typed four characters at the top of the document—Superstar.
Then, for the next hour, A Li wrote and deleted on the first line, occasionally pouring himself a glass of water, occasionally wiping the computer screen, and cleaning the smudges on the keyboard and mouse.
Finally, when he closed the document, it still contained only those four big characters—Superstar.
"No inspiration!" A Li scratched his messy hair. "I'd better watch the first two seasons of the show first."
In the live stream, the bullet comments.
【I'm dying of laughter, all that effort, and he's still just at the beginning.】
【Literally me at work.】
【It's like I worked, but also like I didn't.】
...
Everyone thought A Li couldn't write because he lacked inspiration, but in reality, A Li was just having a headache trying to figure out which song best fit the show's concept.
Idol Project is a star-making show, and A Li felt that he shouldn't just understand the show from a viewer's perspective, but rather from the perspective of a contestant, a participant.
But A Li had never participated in such a show; he didn't even know what kind of mindset these contestants had when they joined the show.
So he called Xu Yunyi: "Brother, next time Idol Project holds auditions, can you take me to see them in person?"
"Why do you suddenly want to go see them?" Xu Yunyi asked curiously.
"I want to understand them better," A Li explained. "Perhaps only by getting closer to them, by being with them, can I truly understand what they want."
Xu Yunyi was silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "I'm very glad you think that way. I feel like you're starting to understand the meaning of music. Since you want to go see it in person, I'll arrange it. I'll let you know the specific time."
Me, starting to understand music?
"Perhaps," A Li smiled. Even he didn't know the answer to that question.
The next moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, he picked up his phone, glanced at the time, and his expression changed drastically: "It's already 12 o'clock! I almost forgot about my afternoon appointment."
As the words left his mouth, A Li was stunned.
Huh? Why did I say 'date'?
It's clearly just a meeting of three netizens!
Right, it's just an offline meeting.
For some reason, A Li silently took out his phone and dialed Liu Yun's number.
"What? You wrote four characters for half a day and now you're asking me for help?" Liu Yun was clearly still watching A Li's live stream.
"No, Sister," A Li hesitated for a moment, seemingly feeling a bit shy, but finally spoke, "Do you know where I can get my hair and makeup done?"
