Chapter Forty-Seven: This Wang Sweetheart Is Quite Something.

“How should we handle this?”
“Chase them! How can we let them eat so comfortably?”
“Forget it, boss. At this speed, by the time we get there, they’ll have finished eating anyway…”
“I don’t care! They must feel the pressure. I want them to eat in discomfort!”
The six staff members called a rideshare car and, after waiting awhile, headed toward the commercial plaza.
This time, they wised up and assigned someone less prone to motion sickness to monitor the livestream throughout.
Sure enough, halfway there, Lin Ze and his companions had already finished their burgers.
On camera, Lin Ze repeated his old trick, found a passerby, and called another rideshare. This time, their destination remained unknown.
“...”
“Why is this chase so different from what I imagined? Shouldn’t it be like cat and mouse—us chasing them, and Lin Ze and the others fleeing in panic?”
“Yeah, why is that?”
Lin Ze’s group was already in the car, having crossed the Riverside Bridge.
Left past the bridge led to Tongyin; right led to Jingtian Mountain Forest Park.
【Where’s Brother Lin going this time?】
【Tongyin is crowded, maybe he can hide there?】
【Are you crazy? Weren’t those two girls who used slingshots from Tongyin? Going there is like walking into the lion’s den!】
Sure enough, the rideshare turned right, heading up the mountain.
The six staff stood helplessly in front of the commercial plaza.
“Maybe we should eat something, and then head up the mountain?”
“Good idea.”
…
At the Creation Studio, after the last round of class assignments, the trainees had begun their intensive practice.
But training was tedious, and among dozens of trainees, maintaining attention was a challenge.
The most followed, high-quality trainees received scripts from the show: for example, Little Pig Qing, who was supposedly very fond of slacking off but was forced onto the program.
While others trained diligently, he refused, and when called to practice, he would complain with visible reluctance.
Then there was Little Ao Ao, the shy one who blushed and stuttered in everyday conversation but trained earnestly; sometimes, getting a stern look from someone would make him tear up in his seat.
Aside from these scripted, high-profile trainees, the others had to generate their own buzz if they wanted to stand out.
Take Wang Sweetheart.
Wang Sweetheart initially attracted a lot of attention.
But unfortunately, too many contestants had the same persona; without offering anything new, his popularity naturally waned.
After finishing his meal, Wang Sweetheart had already formulated a plan.

Crash the party!
Crash into the top ten trending trainees!
Wang Sweetheart’s gaze fell on Little Ao Ao, the shy trainee eating diagonally in front of him.
Director Zheng of the Creation Studio had helmed this type of variety show more than once.
Today, he checked the ratings—plummeting sharply.
Earlier, scolding Lin Ze had sparked a wave of attention, and yesterday, the incident with the two girls using slingshots on Lin Ze brought another spike.
Today’s ratings shouldn’t be this low.
Opening “Our Love,” he immediately understood why.
Lin Ze was now on Jingtian Mountain, creating a full-throttle chase effect with the production team.
It seemed today couldn’t be quiet either; a script was needed.
Something big—let two of the top ten clash, and let their fans argue for another surge in traffic.
While Zheng pondered what script to use, a problem appeared on the restaurant’s camera feed.
Something happened—a person appeared to trip, and everyone rushed over.
“Someone! Someone, come quickly! There’s blood!”
“Hurry! Call 120!”
“Ah! Blood! I’m fainting!”
Director Zheng was startled, immediately contacting the restaurant staff via intercom.
The staff quickly examined the situation.
Among the crowd, Wang Sweetheart lay on the ground, his porcelain bowl shattered.
His hand had just grazed the sharp edge of the broken bowl, leaving a three-centimeter cut across his palm.
“Director Zheng, it’s fine, just a small wound…”
“What do you mean, fine! Call an ambulance right away!” Zheng’s eyes lit up. “Such good publicity! Hurry up!”
“…Okay.”
Zheng wasted no time, instantly maneuvering several nearby cameras for closer shots.
“What happened?” a mentor asked.
“Teacher! I saw it!” A pale-faced boy raised his hand. “Little Ao Ao accidentally tripped Wang Sweetheart when he got up!”
Little Ao Ao clenched his jaw, his face showing a hint of hostility.
How is this my fault?
I didn’t even touch him!
But to maintain his persona, Little Ao Ao could only swallow his anger.
“Are you…are you alright…”

“It’s fine, just a little scratch. I don’t blame you…” Wang Sweetheart’s eyes were red, on the verge of tears.
【Sweetheart! Wang Sweetheart is so strong, holding back tears despite such a big wound.】
【Seriously, Wang Sweetheart, are you nuts? Crashing into our idol? Did you have to fall right next to him?】
【Exactly! Trying to leech off our idol’s popularity? That fall was so fake!】
You don’t blame me…
You don’t blame me!?
Little Ao Ao’s expression hardened.
Next to him, a trainee wore a headscarf; Little Ao Ao snatched it, crouched in front of Wang Sweetheart.
“I…I studied first aid before, this will help stop the bleeding…”
Little Ao Ao stammered, but his hands moved quickly, tying the headscarf around Wang Sweetheart’s wrist and pulling it tight.
Wang Sweetheart’s originally fair hand soon bulged with veins, turning purple-red.
【See, our Little Ao Ao is so knowledgeable, he knows how to stop the bleeding.】
【Wait, such a small wound needs a tourniquet? Is he trying to get revenge?】
【Haters out! Our Sweetheart’s hand is not for you to compare!】
“My bleeding isn’t much, there’s no need…” Wang Sweetheart struggled.
This hand…I still need it.
“No…no way! You’re bleeding! I…I have to take responsibility!”
Little Ao Ao sneered inwardly, gripping both ends of the headscarf tightly, refusing to loosen it.
Wang Sweetheart panicked. “Really! There’s no need!”
No feeling!
Really, no feeling at all!
“Move! Move aside!” someone shouted from outside the crowd. “The ambulance is here! Clear the way!”
Wang Sweetheart finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“This…this was caused by me!” Little Ao Ao clung tightly to both ends of the headscarf. “I…I’ll go with Sweetheart!”
Watching the footage, Director Zheng nodded with satisfaction.
“Good!”
“This Wang Sweetheart is not bad. Fine, let’s pair him up with Little Ao Ao as a CP!”