togophonebook Chapter 5: Widespread ridicule online! Does a gigolo deserve to be on a parent-child reality show?
Chapter 5: Widespread ridicule online! Does a gigolo deserve to be on a parent-child reality show?
At 8:00 AM, the live stream of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" Season 7 on Tomato Video started on time.
As a nationally popular parent-child variety show, this season has seen unprecedented popularity due to the addition of a "mystery guest." Even before it premiered, the servers were already on the verge of crashing.
The four split-screen live stream rooms each have a completely different style.
Room 1 is occupied by Chen Kai, a veteran rocker whose home is decorated like a music store. He is playing the drums with his son there, and the screen is filled with "rock and roll never dies." Room 2 is occupied by Olympic champion Wang Lei, whose walls are covered with dazzling gold medals. The father and son are doing their morning exercise, and the comments are full of "positive energy." Room 3 is the most lively. Top idol Lu Ming is dressed in a full set of haute couture suits, and his hairstyle is so exquisite that he looks like he's about to walk the red carpet. His little nephew in his arms is also dressed like a little British gentleman. The screams of the fans seem to overflow through the screen.
Only room number four.
The screen was still completely black, but the number of people online was a staggering 20 million—of course, they were all there to hurl insults.
The dense barrage of comments, like a swarm of locusts, almost completely obscured the screen.
"Get out of the entertainment industry if you're a gigolo! Boycott celebrities with bad reputations!"
"Is the production team out of their mind for money? Hiring such a useless person to corrupt children?"
"Is Su Qingge under some kind of spell? She's actually sacrificing her career for a man like that?"
"I'll just squat here and watch this good-for-nothing make a fool of himself! I'll wait and see how he gets divorced!"
The filming director, Xiao Zhang, stood at the villa's entrance, staring at the vicious comments on his tablet. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He swallowed hard, then shakily raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
"Ding-dong—"
The entire internet held its breath.
Everyone wanted to see what this legendary man, who supposedly "lived off women with a clear conscience," actually looked like.
Three seconds later, the heavy security door clicked open.
She didn't dress up as expected, nor did she show the slightest bit of nervousness in front of the camera.
The man who appeared from behind the door was wearing gray shorts, cheap plastic flip-flops, and a faded white T-shirt. His hair was a bit messy, like an egg just pulled from a henhouse, exuding a lazy, "I'm just rotten" vibe.
Lin Zhou yawned, still holding a half-eaten apple, and sleepily looked at the film crew with their long lenses and microphones at the door, mumbling indistinctly:
"So early? Have you eaten?"
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, the live chat exploded.
"??????"
"Holy crap! Is this guy going to film a variety show or go downstairs to take out the trash?"
"How disrespectful! Lu Ming next door even got his hair done, and this guy is wearing slippers?"
"This is Su Qingge's husband? That's it? That's it? I could sleep with him too!"
"Disgusting! Sloppy! Greasy! I need to wash my eyes just looking at it!"
Xiao Zhang was so embarrassed he could dig three bedrooms and a living room out of the floor with his toes. Holding the microphone, he forced himself to say, "Mr. Lin... the live broadcast has already started. Your outfit..."
"Oh, a live stream."
Lin Zhou casually took a bite of his apple, stepped aside to make way for him, showing no awareness of the need to maintain his image in front of a national audience. "Come in, no need to change your shoes, I didn't mop the floor anyway."
This attitude is practically screaming "give up" on their foreheads.
In fact, Lin Zhou had no choice. The system mission required shock points. If he also wore a suit and tie, it would just be following the trend, and there would be no shock. Only this extreme contrast could reap the first wave of emotional points.
Sure enough, the system notification sound kept ringing.
**[Shock level +50!]**
**[Shock level +100!]**
**[Anger level from haters +999!]**
Lin Zhou was overjoyed inside, but his face still wore a "dead pig doesn't care about boiling water" expression.
Just then, a small figure squeezed out from beside Lin Zhou's legs.
"Uncle, are you here to film a TV show?"
Nuonuo was wearing a pink bunny onesie, with two little pigtails on her head, and holding a baby bottle bigger than her face in her arms. She tilted her head back, her big eyes blinking as she looked at the camera, and her adorable appearance instantly broke through the defenses of countless viewers.
The flow of comments paused for a moment, then another voice erupted:
"Ahhh! What an adorable baby! He's practically an angel!"
"Is this Goddess Su's daughter? The genes are amazing!"
"Good heavens, how could such an adorable child end up with such a useless father?"
"It's so pitiful! Look, that child has to hold his own bottle, and the man is just sitting next to him eating an apple!"
"It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung! I don't want to see a gigolo, I only want to see Nuonuo!"
Lin Zhou glanced at the comments on the bullet screen assistant and almost laughed in anger.
This year's netizens are being a bit too double-standard. Nuonuo is considered independent and cute when she's holding a baby bottle, but I'm considered irresponsible when I'm eating an apple?
"Nuonuo, call him uncle." Lin Zhou casually ruffled his daughter's hair, making her once neat little buns all messy.
"Hello, Uncle~" Nuonuo bowed obediently, then turned around, hugged Lin Zhou's leg, and complained in a childish voice, "Daddy, can you go change your clothes? Mommy said I have to dress smartly when I go out, otherwise the other kids will laugh at me."
Even his own daughter dislikes him.
The live stream room was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere, with haters flooding the screen with comments like "This is so satisfying!" and "Children speak the truth without thinking."
Lin Zhou shrugged, preparing to go back to his room to change his clothes and also to see how to use the "driving skill" that the system had rewarded him with.
Just then, a series of hurried high heel sounds and the turning of keys came from the entrance hall.
"Lin Zhou! What are you dawdling for? The car's been waiting downstairs for ages!"
Accompanied by this slightly anxious urging, Su Qingge's figure hurriedly rushed into the frame.
Clearly, she had just rushed back from dealing with a public relations crisis at the company and hadn't even had time to style her hair. She was carrying two huge suitcases, her once meticulously styled long hair was casually pulled back, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, and she was only wearing sunglasses, without any full makeup.
Most importantly, in order to save time and make it easier to change clothes, she was wearing an extremely casual silk shorts set.
She wore a loose V-neck tank top and incredibly short hot pants.
In that instant, those long, slender legs, hailed as "the most beautiful legs in the entertainment industry," were exposed without any cover, dazzlingly white, to the cameras of tens of millions of high-definition live streams.
She even ran so fast that her collar opened slightly, revealing a large expanse of smooth, snow-white skin below her collarbone, giving her a messy beauty that you would never normally see, full of everyday life.
The live stream chat disappeared instantly.
Everyone was stunned.
This...this is the ever-aloof, always-covered-up diva Su Qingge?
Su Qingge was completely unaware that the live stream had already started. She pushed her sunglasses up over her head, panting as she shoved her suitcase in front of Lin Zhou, glaring at him still wearing his shorts, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.
"Lin Zhou! Didn't I tell you to change into that Armani outfit? You think you can go fishing at the beach in your underwear? And..."
Her gaze shifted, and she saw the camera directly in front of her and the director who was staring blankly at her. Her voice abruptly stopped.
The air froze for three seconds.
Su Qingge blinked, a flustered blush visibly appearing on her exquisite face. She instinctively reached up to cover her collar, her eyes filled with a murderous glint that seemed to say, "Why didn't you warn me?" as she glared at Lin Zhou.
"This is what you meant by... all ready?"