Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 548: Hype a CP? Heʼll just kill the person later, and then you wonʼt be happy.

The naive and kind-hearted fans believed Yuan Sitongʼs words. Only a small minority sensed something off from Xiao He and Zhao Qinyuanʼs attitudes, but their doubts were quickly drowned out by the fansʼ screen-flooding comments.

[Great, itʼs a happy ending! Weʼre done for! Pfft, no, I mean weʼre blessed!]

[So Song Chenye ends up with Huo Wanʼer, right? First time tasting such a pure, strong-couple dynamic! So satisfying—]

[Actually, Iʼm a CP shipper too. Can we get more sugar to munch on later?]

[Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, isnʼt your production team selling the CP this time? The kids were hoping to get some offline sugar.]

[Oh right, I just realized most of the discussion about ʼRecord of Chasing the Windʼ is about the plot itself. Not many people are shipping CPs. It feels weirdly... normal.]

[Ah, since when did hyping CPs become the standard promotional package in the industry? Are you okay? In ʼRecord of Chasing the Wind,ʼ Song Chenye is basically a lone wolf, and the female lead is clearly in unrequited love.]

[Not saying hyping CPs is bad, and not saying itʼs good either. It just feels like ʼRecord of Chasing the Windʼ isnʼt really suited for it.]

[Would you ship the emperor and his concubines in a palace intrigue drama? No, because the viewers care more about the plot.]

[Wuwuwu, no sugar online or offline, this is too painful.]
Seeing these bullet comments, Xiao He could only offer a silly ”hehe” laugh, not daring to give any real response.

Hype a CP? Later, when Song Chenye kills the person, theyʼll be unhappy again.

They might even end up chasing after him, cursing him out.

Forget it, forget it. Spare Song Chenye, and spare him too.

Besides, CP chemistry is really a matter of fate.

Anyway, for as long as Xiao He has been around, the most popular CP heʼs been paired with is his work.

As for other, less popular pairings, they naturally exist. After all, Xiao He has acted in quite a few dramas, appearing alongside various men and women. Fans will combine and imagine on their own. But these are a very, very small minority. Xiao He doesnʼt need to pander to them to make money, so over time, they naturally drift elsewhere or are refined by Xiao He into pure Little Box fans.

Xiao He pretended not to see the comments, and Yuan Sitong pretended not to see them either.

What a joke. She had no desire to hype a CP with this fierce god. The fact that she had swallowed her pride to chat about gossip earlier was already her effort for the sake of munching on melon seeds. If she deliberately tried to hype a CP, Yuan Sitong was afraid Xiao He would later, to avoid suspicion, go ”whoosh whoosh” and unleash his killing intent towards her.

No, no, no! She still wanted to live a few more years!

It was Zhao Qinyuan beside them who saw these bullet comments. He chuckled lightly, speaking somewhat innocently and naturally: ”Why only let Sister Sitong and him hype a CP? Iʼm here too. I can join you. Letʼs all be lively together. The main thing is to live our days well.”

The others: ”...”

The bullet comments: ”...”

Wow! Almost forgot about you, this ancient true god!

But hyping a CP was, of course, impossible.

Everyone chatted and laughed, completing the live stream mission. The friendly interaction felt more natural than forced CP hype. Drama fans saw the team spirit and stopped obsessing over romance, turning instead to eagerly ask about all sorts of trivial behind-the-scenes tidbits from ʼRecord of Chasing the Wind.ʼ

The live stream ended smoothly just like that.

That night, various topics from the live stream room hung on the entertainment charts. Clips from the stream were used by fans for secondary creations, once again adding to the heat for ʼRecord of Chasing the Wind.ʼ

When Xiao He stepped down from in front of the camera, his phone showed it was already past 11 PM.

”See you later, Brother Xiao.”

Yuan Sitong still had to rush back to Beijing. After hastily packing her things, she said goodbye to Xiao He and left.

Xiao He was also busy preparing to head back. He nodded towards Yuan Sitong and then headed downstairs with Xiao Chen.

The August night in Shanghai had already shed its daytime heat. The streets in the city center were still bustling with people, carrying the unique, lively prosperity of a major metropolis.

Xiao He leaned back in the rear seat, preparing to close his eyes and rest.

Right at that moment, Xiao Chenʼs phone suddenly rang.