On the other side.
Song Xi was completely immersed in this talk show. She hadn't expected it to be so interesting! Each performer seemed like a natural comedian, bringing every joke to life, making people roar with laughter. The seemingly nonsensical stories, upon closer inspection, held profound life philosophies.
Song Xi was filled with awe, feeling that such a humorous yet insightful art form was beyond her.
If this illiterate person with no ink in her belly were to go up, she'd surely die of embarrassment and be roasted by netizens!
Song Xi began to have second thoughts.
Dai Ze probably never imagined that while he intended to encourage her and spark her interest, he had indeed ignited her interest, but also her inferiority complex.
Song Xi watched with great enjoyment, her peripheral vision catching Ye Hai next to her, who looked like he was about to fall asleep.
Song Xi frowned and nudged his shoulder.
Ye Hai jolted awake and whispered, "What is it?"
"Why are you falling asleep? Isn't it funny?"
How could Ye Hai dare to say it wasn't funny? His lips twitched stiffly, and he said, "I've been taking care of Xiao Tian recently and haven't slept well."
He wasn't lying. After Ye Tian's surgery, he had indeed stayed up all night, tending to him around the clock. It was just that he couldn't appreciate the talk show at all; everyone spoke incessantly, like chanting scriptures. More importantly, for some reason, he felt incredibly safe and comfortable with Song Xi by his side, which gradually relaxed his body, leading to his mind wandering.
Although Song Xi found it strange, she thought his reason was plausible.
She said, "If you're tired, maybe you should go back first."
At these words, Ye Hai perked up.
"It's fine, I'll take you back."
"Xiao Mo will escort me."
Ye Hai subtly knitted his brows and insisted, "I'll watch a bit longer; there's an actor I like later."
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The performer who just took the stage was a woman with glasses, appearing very demure. But the moment she spoke, Song Xi's jaw dropped.
"My dearest viewers, good evening!"
The woman spoke with a hearty, celebratory tone, full of Northeast dialect.
"Today, I won't be talking about divorce. Talking about my relationship has already become common knowledge, and if this continues, I'll be left with nothing. So, today, let's discuss women's issues."
"It seems everyone is very interested in women's issues, yet also finds this topic too sensitive. A few days ago, there was a trending topic, did you all see it?"
"Looks like no one is online. It was about a female celebrity at a press conference who princess-carried her fan. Those who surf the internet must have seen that video, right?"
Someone in the audience interacted: "I saw it! So cool!"
Song Xi blinked, never expecting to one day hear gossip about herself.
She suddenly became alert, shrinking her head like a hamster.
Ye Hai was amused by her reaction. Seeing that Song Xi was being mentioned on stage, he became fully attentive.
"...I saw many people scolding that female artist. What I thought was, she could lift someone while wearing high heels, could you?"
The talk show host's words were sharp, seemingly joking but actually very serious: "Male or female, I think it's never determined by biology, but by our inner selves. Song Xi said it very well: no one dictates that girls must wear skirts and boys must wear pants. See, if I'm wearing pants, does that mean I have a little...?"
"Hahahaha—"
The audience erupted in laughter.
Song Xi wanted to laugh, but she was afraid of being recognized.
For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly struck her.
As expected, the talk show host's next sentence was: "I wonder if Song Xi agrees with what I just said?"
The audience members were stunned for a moment, then erupted into an uproar.
"What, Song Xi?"
"Is Song Xi here? What's going on?"
"Who is Song Xi?"
"What, what? What are you talking about?"
"Miss Song," the host on stage suddenly called out with her microphone, "Since you've been discovered, please stand up and greet our audience!"
As if she knew she was sitting there, she stared intently in Song Xi's direction. The heads of the people in front of her turned in unison like a tidal wave.
Xiao Mo, sitting on the other side, nervously stood up with a "whoosh."
As she stood up, Yao Yifan, sitting behind her, spotted her.
He got up unobtrusively and walked to Xiao Mo's side. The moment she was about to act, he reached out and stopped her.
Xiao Mo froze, "Why are you here? Let go!"
Yao Yifan's voice was calm, "Going over now will only cause a commotion. Calm down, and let's see how things unfold."
Xiao Mo's face was filled with worry.