Chapter 135: Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Boy Group Survival Show (17)
Leaning against his chair, Gu Hanyin watched the boy group members who had suddenly made their entrance onto the stage… His gaze didn’t fall on Jiang Jueming standing in the C position, nor on Li Yanxiao; instead, it landed on Cen Yu, who stood slightly toward the back.
As the music struck up, the group burst into movement on stage.
A brief wave of quiet squeals echoed through the hall. Perhaps realizing that those who had bought press badges to get inside shouldn’t act too brazenly, the commotion quickly dampened down.
Gu Hanyin had always been prone to getting lost in his own world.
His eyes remained fixed solely on Cen Yu in the corner.
The choreography involved large, expansive movements. Whenever Cen Yu raised his arms high or executed a major move, the cropped tweed jacket would be dragged upward along with his actions.
The snake bone tattoo on his lower abdomen and his belly button stud became all the more pronounced.
Gu Hanyin lightly touched the tip of his nose with his finger. Earlier, Cen Yu had stood up in too much of a hurry, and his clothes had not only brushed against his shoulder, but as he drew near, they had grazed past the tip of his nose as well.
In a hall where various fragrances intertwined, he had simultaneously caught a subtle, woody perfume—laced with the raw, bitter edge of basil, a fresh, green scent that left a lasting impression.
In his character design, Qian Aige had a tattoo as well.
A good-for-nothing little hooligan who played tricks and skirted the rules, accidentally getting swept up into a major chain of events.
A bit similar, but he couldn’t be certain.
I need to observe a bit more, Gu Hanyin thought to himself.
Panting lightly, Cen Yu finally completed the final ending pose on stage.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he gave his belt a subtle tug—
Heh, lucky this song wasn’t long, or I’d genuinely be worried about my pants falling down.
With their performance wrapped up, the first round of the charity auction got underway, where several A-list stars would serve as auction partners—meaning they would use smooth talk to encourage everyone to bid high prices in support of charitable causes.
—Which had absolutely zero connection to newly debuted obscure rookies like them.
Their remaining job was simply to serve as eye candy until the gala concluded.
A bit boring, Cen Yu thought. He lightly patted the shoulder of the teammate in front of him. “Gotta hit the restroom.”
“…?” The teammate turned his head to stare at him, his eyes filled with sheer perplexity—practically asking if he suffered from frequent urination or urgent bladder issues.
Cen Yu offered a subtle smile, feeling that this person simply failed to grasp the mystery of the restroom being a working man’s home away from home. “Back in a bit.”
Although the teammate didn’t quite grasp the meaning behind that smile, he merely gave a nod.
After asking a staff member for the location of the nearest restroom, Cen Yu sprinted off toward it, intending to kill some time playing on his phone.
Compared to the restroom near the entrance earlier, the location pointed out by the staff member was somewhat more secluded.
Just as Cen Yu was preparing to step inside, he spotted a “Cleaning in Progress” sign placed at the door.
“…?” He stared at the sign for a second, confirming that the location pointed out by the staff member was indeed correct.
Why would it be cleaning in progress?
The event hadn’t wrapped up; in fact, it had barely been an hour since it started. By rights, cleaning shouldn’t be happening right now.
Hesitating for merely a second, he disregarded the “Cleaning in Progress” sign and walked straight into the restroom.
The restroom door stood ajar. Drawing a bit closer, Cen Yu caught the sound of soft sobbing echoing from within.
“?” Suspecting he had misheard, Cen Yu instinctively drew nearer, only to hear a muffled male voice echoing inside—
“Don’t be scared, I swear I won’t do anything to you…”
Cen Yu knitted his brows. How come the conversation inside sounded so bizarre?
“I’ll count to three,” another voice sounded right after. “Hand it over now and I won’t call the police.”
That voice sounded exceedingly familiar—Cen Yu knew instantly that it belonged to Mu Fengyin.
What on earth is going on here?
His mind was filled with question marks.
Yet he hadn’t expected that unfamiliar voice to be incensed by Mu Fengyin’s words: “I won’t give it to you!!”
“…If you don’t listen, I’ll post it online, tee-hee.”
“Don’t come any closer! If you come over, I’ll upload it right now…” the voice continued. “Everyone is paying attention to this matter right now. Once I post it online, even if it gets deleted super fast, someone will save it.”
“Everyone will see it then.”
The more Cen Yu listened, the more off it sounded. Leaning closer to peer through the ajar restroom door, he saw a short, petite man holding up a phone, standing across from a grim-faced Mu Fengyin, who could barely maintain his composure.
And Mu Fengyin seemed to spot Cen Yu through the crack in the door. Almost without a second thought, he immediately called out for help—
“He was secretly taking photos!”
Holy crap!
At those words, Cen Yu shoved the restroom door wide open. The short, petite man clearly hadn’t expected anyone to walk in when a “Cleaning in Progress” sign was posted outside.
He instinctively whirled his head around, but Cen Yu was faster.
Reaching out, he grabbed the man directly by the collar, slamming him hard onto the floor. Stepping firmly on the man’s wrist, he snatched the phone right out of his hand.
Cen Yu instinctively glanced at the screen… and then threw a sympathetic look at the grim-faced Mu Fengyin.
“Who the hell are you?!” The man clearly hadn’t expected someone to barge right in and was struggling frantically, only to be pinned down tightly to the ground by Cen Yu.
“I’m a champion of justice,” Cen Yu said, tossing the phone over to Mu Fengyin. “Calling the police?”
“Calling the police,” Mu Fengyin frowned as he stared at the imagery on the screen.
The angle of the shot was extraordinarily sneaky. Although no private parts were exposed, for a top-tier idol like Mu Fengyin, it was still a devastating, lethal blow.
The despicable nature of this tactic lay in the fact that once these secretly taken photos hit the internet, even though Mu Fengyin had done nothing wrong and was entirely the victim, he would inevitably end up as gossip on everyone’s lips.
He didn’t believe for a second that this guy was just a fan who had been hiding here specifically to take sneaky photos of him…
Thinking it through, the primary suspect was likely his old management company, with whom he had fallen out over contract disputes.
—The news wasn’t fatal, nor did it even count as a scandal, but for a top-tier A-lister like him with high commercial value and a pristine image, it was more humiliating than anything else. It would unquestionably become juicy gossip behind his back.
Mu Fengyin felt that if he hadn’t discovered it himself, these photos would have popped up in every corner of the internet the moment his contract expired.
Precisely because of this, when he looked at Cen Yu, a wave of genuine, heartfelt gratitude flooded his eyes. “If not for you, I’m afraid this wouldn’t have been resolved so easily.”
Pulling out his own phone, he displayed his WeChat QR code to Cen Yu. “Add me. If you ever need help with anything in the future, just let me know.”
