Chapter 84
The third season of What Kind of Person Are You ended far earlier than all netizens had expected.
Although, because of Shen Jinfeng’s existence, one could say that starting from the second day, everyone had spent every day on edge, feeling as if the show was teetering on the brink of losing control and could overturn at any moment.
But when the thrill of “living in constant fear” became the norm, the daily routine became: could the production team survive today?
That thought also became normal.
So much so that when Shen Jinfeng suddenly, unexpectedly exposed that this was a fake world, the viewers watching the livestream were all stunned.
Was this within expectations or beyond expectations?
Or had something they expected arrived in such an unexpected way?
It was just that no one had prepared themselves enough mentally.
Netizens had not expected that after losing sleep, surfing the internet like crazy, jumping around wildly in every guest’s Weibo comment section, and after the production team had played dead for a whole day, what they welcomed was the production team’s official statement.
@WhatKindOfPersonAreYou: [Let us all applaud: this season of What Kind of Person Are You has, under the attention of millions, come to an end due to “force majeure” (crying)! A brilliant finale!!!
Mountains have peaks, roads have ends, time passes too quickly, but our bond is too long—forever in our hearts (heart)]
[Image: The six guests waving goodbye]
The publicity team had not even had time to write a proper closing statement. They had hurriedly received the task and improvised on the spot.
In the control room, Sun Xinping looked at the screen. This time, it was finally not the familiar livestream feed displayed there, but the Weibo post that had just been successfully sent.
His eyes grew slightly wet, and his nose turned sour.
He heavily wiped his face.
The publicity team leader asked him, “Director, should we tell everyone that we won’t be doing another season in the future either?”
Sun Xinping shook his head and gritted his teeth. “No need.”
Although they knew very well that there would be no next season.
It was just like when the first season of any drama ended, countless netizens would always look forward to a sequel.
But the sequel would never come no matter how loudly it was called for.
Only undying expectation remained in the audience’s hearts.
It sounded cruel.
But at least it left behind a trace, a regret, a lingering thought.
Besides, the forced termination of this season’s livestream was reasonable and understandable.
But if they announced right now that there would be no next season, who knew what kind of storm netizens would stir up?
At that time, the guests being dug into might not necessarily get into trouble, but the probability of the production team getting into trouble was much higher.
Sun Xinping stared fixedly at the screen. “Goat, two minutes have passed. Open the comments. Let’s see whether the netizens are disappointed beyond measure and heartbroken.”
“They must be crying bitterly, unable to bear the end of the livestream,” he muttered to himself.
“Sigh, there won’t be a next season. I wonder how grand the crowd of netizens coming to our Weibo next year at this time to urge updates will be.”
Little Li, standing to the side, heard this and could not help issuing a soul-level question. “I think the audience will only curse us to death while mailing us razor blades.”
Sure enough, when the comment section was opened—
The curses lined up in long rows, crackling like firecrackers.
[No no no no no!!! I’m going to start cursing!]
[Damn stupid production team, I waited for you for a whole day and didn’t even sleep, only for you to tell me it’s gone?]
[Sacrifice them! You couldn’t even hold onto such amazing guests! This trash show is done for]
[Sun Old Dog, I order you, right now, immediately, this instant! Go kneel in front of the guests and invite them back to continue recording ahhhh! Otherwise I curse your children to be born without ***, curse you to eat instant noodles without seasoning packets for the rest of your life, curse you to go to the toilet without toilet paper…]
[I don’t allow this! It’s ending just like that? Not even any after-sales service? Hurry up and invite Shen Dalao back for me! Hurry up and invite Ye-shen back! I haven’t even seen the confession yet! I’m going to mail razor blades to the production team!!!]
[Lol, sister upstairs, do you think this is a TV drama? With planted plot points? Still, I also want to watch it!!! Give me back Dalao, give me back Ye-shen! Give me back Shengsheng, Little Purple Hair, Mo-ge, Little Qi!]
[My hanging heart is finally dead. Who is to blame for this? Trash production team, you couldn’t even build the set properly ahhhhh, reported]
[No thanks, if the next season isn’t the original cast, I absolutely won’t watch. I’ll definitely give the production team a whole package of reporting, assassination, and cremation! Choose a suitable way to die yourselves!]
[With this kind of insane popularity and momentum, you actually ended the season! Are you okay?]
[Consulted a lawyer. The production team’s mistake exposed flaws, so ending early is entirely the production team’s responsibility! Did you compensate the guests?]
Sun Xinping stared dumbly. No, the first two seasons had ended too, but he had never been cursed like this.
Goat looked at the screen in fear and whispered, “And you were worried no one would watch the next season. I feel like even if we did make one, no one would watch.”
Sun Xinping shot him a death glare.
In his heart, he cursed: idiot!
Goat did not raise his head, but he shivered, vaguely realizing something.
His fingers slid across his phone screen. Suddenly, his gaze fixed.
He quickly tapped on the keyboard a few times and displayed the comment sections of several guests who had reposted the Weibo post on the screen.
Under everyone’s Weibo posts, everything was peaceful. The atmosphere was lively and warm.
Sun Xinping’s face twisted as he watched. Especially when he saw several familiar profile pictures.
Those same profile pictures had privately messaged him!
They had subjected him to terrifying personal attacks and threatening words, practically cursing him into a pile of crap!
But then they turned around and, in the guests’ comment sections, acted cute and obedient, their mouths sweet, blowing rainbow farts so heartfelt they could melt a person’s heart.
Heh.
Was this the difference between worlds?
He Erwang’s Weibo comment section:
[Okay, Little Purple Hair, see you again in the jianghu!]
[Wang-ge, what time are you starting your livestream tomorrow? Getting up at five? I’ll come wake you!]
[Wuwu, I can’t bear to part with you, ge! But I know my ge dotes on fans the most and can’t bear not seeing us for even one day (frantic hinting)]
Gu Shengsheng’s Weibo comment section:
[Wuwu, baby, you did so well on the deserted island! Super cute, super sensible, super obedient!]
[Protecting the best Shengsheng in the whole world!]
[Thank you What Kind of Person Are You for letting me know the real Shengsheng! Thank you Dalao, thank you Ye-shen, thank you Little Qi, Little Purple Hair, thank you Mo-ge! You must stay friends forever and ever!]
Qi Xiu’s Weibo comment section:
[A thousand words linger in my heart and I don’t know where to begin, so in the end they can only become the simplest sentence: Little Qi, do you do fortune-telling?!]
[Hahaha, may I ask how big the psychological gap was when Little Qi came out and learned he hadn’t gotten into Jing University?]
[Little Qi, don’t forget to ask Little Purple Hair for the more-than-five-million fortune-telling fee ahhhh!]
Mo Fan’s comment section:
[Mo-ge, you’re finally out! A twenty-year-old fan is here to interview you: how does it feel to wake up from a nap and suddenly find yourself explosively popular?]
Because during the morning livestream, after seeing the barrage comments, Mo Fan had said his own impression of recording the show was that it felt like he had dreamed a dream.
[I will stand on the side of justice and judge you! Men really do become more flavorful with age. A middle-aged flower! What should I do if my mom fell in love with you after watching the livestream!]
“Standing on the side of justice to judge you” was the most viral line from Mo Fan’s recently explosive drama Operation Sharp Sheath.
As for Qin Ye’s Weibo—oh, Qin Ye had not opened a Weibo account.
As for Shen Jinfeng.
Sun Xinping looked at the reply on his phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Shen Dalao said he forgot his Weibo password. He’ll post when he remembers?”
He turned and asked Little Li beside him, “Is he doing that on purpose?”
Little Li: “Uh, Director.”
“Be optimistic.”
Sun Xinping: “Hm?”
Little Li said, “Then have a little self-awareness. What benefit would Shen Dalao get from lying to you?”
“Shen Dalao disdains lying.”
Sun Xinping: “…”
On the other side, Shen Jinfeng really had forgotten his Weibo password.
Last night, he had forgotten to crack the original owner’s social media passwords while he was at it.
He could only post later.
In the end, the production team still agreed to the guests’ request and ended this season’s recording.
Correspondingly, however, the guests also needed to cooperate with the closing publicity.
As well as several previously agreed-upon advertisements and magazine shoots.
Of course, those were all later schedules.
That day, He Erwang and Mo Fan were taken away by their managers. They already had their next schedules.
Gu Shengsheng thanked everyone for their kindness and said he wanted to deal with his relationship with his parents alone.
Qi Xiu also hurried back, saying he needed to buy a grave for his master and prepare the funeral.
But he declined everyone’s kind offer to accompany him, saying, “Master liked quiet.”
Only Qin Ye and Shen Jinfeng were left.
Assistant Zheng followed beside Qin Ye. The laptop he carried with him was packed with urgent official business waiting to be handled.
But he did not say a single word, playing the role of a qualified “mute.”
He listened as Shen Dalao asked his boss, “Qin Ye, are you very busy? Are you leaving today?”
His boss answered, “I’m not busy.”
Assistant Zheng gripped his briefcase tightly, his fingers silently venting his dissatisfaction.
What the hell do you mean, not busy!
After hearing his boss’s answer, Shen Dalao seemed to fall into an awkward silence.
Then he continued, “I’m pretty busy. I need to go back to the Shen family and handle some things.”
His boss’s expression turned stunned.
Shen Dalao smiled and waved at them. “I have to catch tonight’s flight home.”
“Then, Qin Ye, until next time?”
Assistant Zheng heard his boss immediately change his tune. “I’m not busy, but I’m also in a hurry to go home. My family misses me.”
Assistant Zheng hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted.
Under Shen Dalao’s caring gaze, he lost himself. Shen Dalao asked him, “Do you have something to say?”
His mind was instantly bewitched.
The “mute” unknowingly spoke the truth. “President Qin’s mother said she’ll arrive at the hotel in a little over twenty minutes.”
So… because his boss’s family “missed him,” they had personally rushed over.
His boss’s face turned terrifyingly dark.
The boss angrily glared at him and squeezed words through his teeth. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”
Shen Dalao smiled and waved at them. “It’s not too late to know now.”
“Spend some quality time with your family. Take them around Sha City.”
“Then I’ll go first? Bye-bye.”
Assistant Zheng suddenly felt his whole body go cold. He could not stop trembling.
He withdrew his worshipful gaze from Shen Dalao’s retreating back.
Then he turned his head and felt his boss’s death stare.
Oh no.
Assistant Zheng finally came back to his senses, his mind beginning to clear.
It was over.
His fingers holding the briefcase trembled slightly, radiating fear.
Was he done for?
Could his bonus still be saved?
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