diymy Chapter 69, Alliance
Chapter 69, Alliance
It had just rained in Shanghai on May 1st.
The road surface was wet, and the air was filled with moisture. Half of the high-rise buildings in Lujiazui were hidden in the mist, like a mirage floating in mid-air.
A black minivan was parked on the side of the road.
The car door opened, and two men in black wearing V for Vendetta masks carried a person whose head was covered with a black cloth out of the car. The person was handcuffed and carrying a silver briefcase in his right hand.
"Teacher Huang, please count to one hundred before taking off your headgear."
After saying that, the sound of footsteps quickly faded into the distance.
Huang Bo reached out and removed his hood, squinted at his surroundings, took a deep breath, and grinned at the camera: "And then? Throw it into the Huangpu River?"
Passersby had already started to gather around to watch.
At this spot in Lujiazui, most of the people there are white-collar workers rushing to work, but when they see a film crew carrying a camera and a person handcuffed, their steps unconsciously slow down.
Some people took out their phones to take pictures, some recognized Huang Bo and muttered, "Isn't that Huang Bo?" Then more people stopped.
When Wang Xun took off the wig, he was still in a daze.
He looked around blankly, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers, over the photographers carrying cameras, and finally landing on the towering building behind him.
He turned around abruptly, staring wide-eyed at the Oriental Pearl Tower, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.
"This...this place?" His voice held a hint of confusion. "How did I get here?"
He looked down at himself.
He wore an electronic watch on his left wrist, with 59:47 displayed on the screen.
His right hand was handcuffed and attached to a silver briefcase.
A round red button was affixed to his chest.
He shook the handcuffs, the metal clanging together, then looked down at his watch, his brow furrowing.
"What's the point of this watch?" he muttered to himself, a hint of disdain in his voice. "Just to tell the time?"
As he watched, he suddenly noticed something, and his voice rose eight octaves: "Countdown?!"
The number has jumped from 59:47 to 59:10.
His expression changed from confusion to unease, and from unease to anxiety. He picked up his suitcase and started jogging, but stopped after a few steps, looked around, and had no idea where he should go.
"I don't know where to go, I have no direction, what am I supposed to do..."
He stood on the overpass, watching the pedestrians coming and going, talking to himself.
Then he raised his hand and pointed to the most crowded area in the distance, as if he had made a great decision: "There are more people over there, I'll go to the crowded area first."
After saying that, he picked up the suitcase and ran away.
Huang Lei removed his headgear with great ease.
He got a fancy haircut today.
His slicked-back hair was shiny and neatly combed, with each strand perfectly in its place. He wore goggles on his nose, making him look more like a middle-class gentleman who had just finished a vintage cycling event than someone who was there to film a variety show.
He took off his hood, smiled at the camera, and his smile contained three parts pride, three parts composure, and four parts boastfulness.
"It's magic," he said casually, his tone as nonchalant as if he had actually performed a magic trick, that's the point.
His fingers pressed on the lock of the suitcase, and with a gentle press, the suitcase popped open.
He took out his phone first, and the moment the screen lit up, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
The lock screen wallpaper is a photo of him from when he filmed "The Orange is Red". He was young and thin, wearing a plain long gown, with a kind of melancholy between his brows and eyes, like a scholar from the old era.
He held his phone up to the camera, paused for two seconds, and smiled, nodding with considerable satisfaction at his photo: "Pretty serious, right?"
When Show Lo took off his wig, his hair was wet from the rain, and strands of it clung to his forehead.
He tossed his hair back with such a large motion that it looked like he was slapping a shampoo bottle.
He squatted down, opened the box, and took out his phone.
When the screen lit up, he paused for a moment. The lock screen wallpaper was a photo of him as a teenager, with a slicked-back haircut, wearing brightly colored clothes, and an expression that exuded an arrogant "I'm the most handsome" vibe.
He stared at the photo for two seconds, his lips twitched, and he narcissistically showed it off to the camera.
Sun Honglei was the last to take off his wig.
He was placed under a Vanke sign with the letter "GG" on it, surrounded by the walls and green belts of a high-end residential area.
When he took off the hood, his face showed nothing but confusion and bewilderment.
He looked around, then at the box in his hand, and then at the photographer who was following him.
A South Korean man, carrying a machine, stared at him expressionlessly.
"What do you mean? Why did you call me here?"
Then, he asked the Korean photographer directly, "What's up?"
The photographer remained silent, and the camera remained motionless.
Sun Honglei looked around again, took a few steps with the suitcase in his left hand in his pocket and the suitcase in his right, his strides were long and his back was straight.
With that face and that aura, if you didn't look at the box in his hand and the watch on his wrist, anyone would think he was a domineering big brother walking down the street.
But if you look closely at his expression, you'll see that his eyes are filled with "What on earth is going on?"
As he walked, he suddenly smiled innocently and muttered to himself at the camera, "They kidnapped me here, and nobody cares about me. What does that mean? Where am I?"
He looked up at the street sign: "Yincheng Middle Road, Shanghai".
Then he saw a man in his thirties walking towards him from the opposite direction.
The man was wearing a t-shirt and walking quickly; he looked like an office worker rushing to work.
Sun Honglei stopped him directly, his attitude as natural as stopping an extra on a film set: "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
The man stopped in his tracks, and the moment he saw Sun Honglei, he froze.
His lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Sun Honglei looked at him and asked a question that made all the staff on set hold back their laughter so hard they almost hurt themselves: "Was that what you just asked me to count?"
He honestly counted to one hundred before taking off his hood.
The man's expression changed from "excitement at seeing a celebrity" to confusion of "who am I and what is he saying," and then to resolute determination of "never mind, I'll just nod first."
He nodded as if possessed: "Yes."
Sun Honglei nodded in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a puzzled look, "Hmm, it really is you?"
The man stood there, his face still flushed. He opened his mouth, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, no."
……
Gao Huan had already spotted the two people.
Zhang Yixing was not far away, having just taken off his hood. He looked bewildered, carrying a suitcase, and stood there turning around, unsure which way to go.
He hasn't yet discovered that the box can be opened.
Luo Zhixiang, about 100 meters to Zhang Yixing's right, had already squatted down, opened the box, and was rummaging through its contents.
After I turned on my phone, the screen lit up and a video started playing automatically.
A person appeared in the picture.
You can tell from his voice that it's Wang Zijian, a host from Shanghai TV and a familiar face on Dragon TV.
He wore a black cloak and a monster mask, with exaggerated expressions and flamboyant movements, looking like a villain who had escaped from the set of a low-budget children's play.
"See the watch? Yes, one hour."
Wang Zijian's voice came through the phone, "This means you only have one hour to survive on the show."
If you don't want to leave like this, then try your best to eliminate others.
"Take his time, chase him down, and then press the button on his chest. Bang! He's done for."
Luo Zhixiang looked down at the red button on his chest.
"Who is your prey? The answer is in the envelope," Wang Zijian continued.
"Of course, it wouldn't be fun if you all died, and I won't let you die too quickly."
I've marked the time recharge points on the map. Find them, complete the tasks there, and you can extend your life.
Okay, life is short and circumstances are difficult, so don't wait until you run out of time to complain about where it all went.
The video ends.
Gao Huan had already quietly moved to a position 10 meters away from Zhang Yixing.
At this moment, the morning sun in Shanghai had just pierced through the mist, and golden light spilled onto the wet ground, reflecting dappled rays of light.
The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.
Several young girls were there, and they immediately stomped their feet in excitement.
"Gao Huan!" A girl's voice rang out from the crowd, shrill and shaky.
Gao Huan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman in a white shirt and black trousers standing there, holding a coffee she hadn't had time to drink, her expression a mix of shock and ecstasy.
There were several other girls next to her, also dressed in business attire, and some of them had already taken out their phones to take pictures.
Gao Huan nodded to them. When Zhang Yixing saw Gao Huan, he instinctively bowed and greeted her.
Gao Huan walked straight up to Zhang Yixing and said those two words as the first thing he said.
"Form an alliance."
Zhang Yixing was taken aback: "Huh?"
"Form an alliance." Gao Huan repeated, "The three of us should not attack each other yet. Let's complete the supply station mission together and accumulate enough time before we talk about anything else."
My target isn't either of you.
Everyone only has one hour now; whoever makes the first move will suffer.
Zhang Yixing blinked, quickly processing Gao Huan's words.
Because his target is Gao Huan, but he doesn't know that Gao Huan knows his target is him.
So he was very tempted, thinking that after forming an alliance, he would have a lot of room and time to kill Gao Huan.
Luo Zhixiang also came over at this time, still holding his phone. Upon hearing Gao Huan's suggestion, he nodded almost without hesitation.
"An alliance, an alliance," Luo Zhixiang said. "My target isn't just the two of you."
His target is Wang Xun.
Gao Huan took out his phone and opened the map.
The map marks several time recharge points, the closest of which is on the east side of the park.
He pointed to the spot with his finger: "Go here first, add the time, then go find the others."
Zhang Yixing and Luo Zhixiang followed him.
The three walked side by side on the stone path in the park, with Show Lo in the middle, at a moderate pace.
The crowd grew larger and larger, surging in from all directions like a tide. Some were taking photos with their phones, some were calling out names, and some were making phone calls: "I'm in Lujiazui! Gao Huan is recording a program! Quick, check the WeChat group!"
Gao Huan noticed the speed at which the crowd was gathering.
It was much faster than he had expected.
In less than ten minutes, the small group of a few passersby grew into a small gathering of dozens of people, and then quickly exceeded one hundred.
They poured in from all the park entrances, all very young girls, excitedly shouting "Gao Huan! Gao Huan! Gao Huan!" Only a few, less than 1/10, were shouting "Little Pig and Yi Xing".
Gao Huan stopped and turned around to face the crowd.
"Everyone, please be careful!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear. "Don't push, don't shove, watch your step!"
He picked up the megaphone handed to him by a staff member and raised his voice: "People in the back, please don't push forward! Keep order! Be careful!"
The crowd quieted down slightly, but did not disperse.
Those hands holding up their phones didn't lower themselves, and those mouths calling out names didn't shut up.
Luo Zhixiang, watching this scene from the side, couldn't help but click his tongue.
He's been in the entertainment industry for over twenty years and has seen it all, but this is something else entirely.
On a weekday morning, a 22-year-old man gathered over a thousand people in less than twenty minutes on the streets of Lujiazui.
He had never seen it before.
Zhang Yixing stood behind Gao Huan, looking at the fans holding up light boards and banners, his expression complex.
He knew Gao Huan was popular, and the entire fan community knew that Gao Huan was popular, but "knowing" and "seeing with one's own eyes" are two different things.
The light signs with the character "欢" (joy) on them were a deep blue expanse, rising and falling in the crowd like a sea being blown by the wind.
Some people were shouting "Huan-ge, look this way!", some were shouting "Gao Huan, I love you!", and some didn't shout anything, but just held up their phones to take pictures, their eyes red.
A thought slowly began to emerge in Zhang Yixing's mind.
Try harder, try even harder!
He's not the type to be jealous, although he occasionally resorts to petty tricks, like taking photos of Jackson Wang's fans greeting him at the airport and at his concerts overseas and passing them off as his own.
His character is better than others.
At the same time, he would observe, learn, and remember what others had done, then tell himself: I can do it too.
Try harder, try even harder!
Huang Bo later said in an interview: "The most valuable thing about Zhang Yixing is not his talent, but that when he sees others doing well, his first reaction is not 'Why?', but 'I want to do it too.'"
At this moment, he stood behind Gao Huan, looking at the sea of blue lights, and silently said in his heart: Work hard, work hard, and work even harder!
……
Gao Huan, Zhang Yixing, and Luo Zhixiang found the first time recharge point on the east side of the park.
The task is simple.
Three people work together to complete a jigsaw puzzle within thirty seconds.
Gao Huan was in charge of the most complex part.
His fingers moved quickly across the puzzle pieces, his movements swift yet organized, and he finished the most difficult part in less than ten seconds.
Zhang Yixing handed him the puzzle pieces, while Luo Zhixiang was responsible for securing the assembled parts.
Twenty-three seconds.
mission completed.
All three watches simultaneously increased their time by five minutes.
As Gao Huan left the supply station, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
It belongs to Sun Honglei.
"Brother Honglei, where are you?"
Sun Honglei's voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a nonsensical yet self-righteous tone: "I don't know where I am either."
"...Which street are you on now? Find a landmark, stand there and don't move, I'm coming to find you."
Gao Huan hung up the phone and turned to Zhang Yixing and Luo Zhixiang: "I'm going to deal with Brother Honglei. You guys continue with the mission."