The director shook his head, “That’s not right, it’s like saying idols are inferior. We should allow them to have their own dreams and do what they want to do. After all, it’s their life, others shouldn’t feel sorry for them.”
The assistant director was awestruck, “Director, I think you should make documentaries or art films and aim for Cannes.”
The director glared at him, smiling, “That’s wrong again. They can deduce from one example, you’re adding and subtracting, you’re learning for nothing. You’re saying filming variety shows is inferior, I’m allowed to have my own dreams too.”
Assistant director: “…Bah.”
Huayan, Han Yuzhe, Jiang Shurao, and Wu Hengyao, the four focal points, didn’t know the staff had such high expectations of them.
They couldn’t comprehend the difficulty of the problem, just as when human computer science students were worried about their project, their kitten saw its owner so troubled, and with one paw knocked over a water cup, soaking the computer, helpfully solving the root cause of their stress.
The computer screen quickly went black. The human stared blankly, frantically wiping the computer, but the screen still didn’t light up.
The kitten proudly lifted its chin: See, humans can’t even solve such a simple problem, they’re really so dumb.
Then it swaggered off the table, hiding its merit and fame, only complacently thinking to itself: Ah, this family can’t function without me.
Similarly, the four non-human teammates didn’t understand what was so shocking about it.
It’s just adding up a bunch of numbers, what’s so difficult?
The most important point is that dozens of numbers flash alternately at a speed of 0.12 seconds. For humans, it’s too fast to see clearly, let alone remember each blue number, ignore the white numbers, and add up all the blue numbers.
In Huayan and the others’ eyes, this speed was like slow motion; nothing escaped their eyes.
The hardest part was effortless for the non-humans, but the easiest part became the fundamental reason for their inevitable failure.
Yesterday, Huayan was the first to be challenged; Wu Hengyao still held a grudge about him going first, so he stepped forward, “I’ll go first.”
Huayan raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly, “Are you sure? You won’t be able to succeed.”
Wu Hengyao glared at him unhappily, “How do you know I can’t?”
Berlin suddenly had a bad feeling and wanted to stop him, but it was too late –
Huayan slowly asked, “Then I ask you, what is five plus five?”
Berlin: “…”
Big trouble TT
If they failed during the challenge, the audience would understand; no one would say anything because they wouldn’t know the answer either. But what Berlin hadn’t expected was that he’d forgotten something very important.
That is, they couldn’t stop a werewolf from self-destructing.
Berlin anxiously gestured to Wu Hengyao, signaling him not to answer directly.
Unexpectedly, Wu Hengyao seemed to have misunderstood, confidently smiling at Berlin and provocatively looking at Huayan, “Such a simple question, you still need to ask? Are you looking down on me?”
Berlin: Help, stop, it’s not too late to stop now –
Wu Hengyao gave a mischievous smile, revealing sharp canine teeth, “Twenty-five!”
Berlin: “…”
Give him a knife, right now, he wants to disembowel himself.
Unexpectedly, Huayan scoffed, gracefully shaking his head, “Wrong.”
Berlin prayed with his last hope: Don’t do it, no one is the enemy, stop friendly fire.
The next second, Huayan looked at Wu Hengyao with a disdainful look and said forcefully, “It’s clearly zero, because opposites repel, five and five cancel each other out.”
Berlin: “…”
His eyes were vacant, his steps unsteady. Why, why did he have to suffer this moment of pain?
British mathematician Oughtred and French mathematician Xu Kai would inevitably climb out of their coffins and dethrone the creator of addition.
A deathly silence fell over the scene.
Just as Berlin was completely despondent, the tattooed guest let out a laugh, “Pfft.”
Berlin slowly looked up.
The tattooed guest was laughing happily; he looked at Huayan and Wu Hengyao with approval, “You two…”
Berlin held his breath.
The tattooed guest, “…are so humorous! Hahahahaha!”
Following this, the serious atmosphere in the studio relaxed, and the staff couldn’t help but smile; the atmosphere was very good.
Berlin: “…?”
He reacted for two seconds and understood.
Because the answer was so absurd, no one believed they really didn’t know; they thought they were close teammates joking around to ease the tension.
Berlin breathed a sigh of relief.
He almost had to consider the issue of an idol’s post-retirement career; it was a false alarm.
The recording ended smoothly that day.
With the “joke” they’d set up, even if the four teammates gave absurd answers in the later challenge, the program team thought they were giving themselves an easy way out, using jokes to cover up the embarrassment of not knowing the answer.
With Skye’s brilliance the previous day, even if they failed today, it didn’t affect their handsome image in the staff’s minds; they even felt they were more relatable – they had things they couldn’t do, they weren’t perfect, they weren’t fake.
Stronger people with weaknesses are endearing, and idols with flaws are more approachable.
The recording ended smoothly. Berlin said goodbye to the staff; he finished earlier than yesterday.
Berlin worked hard, but not blindly. He seriously challenged himself countless times in the afternoon, and he could still clearly feel a mountain blocking him, so he didn’t waste any more time.
He finished early and rested early.
Min Yuzhi diligently sent Berlin to the hotel room door, watching him go in before turning to leave.
Berlin, who was “escorted” by a bodyguard for the first time, awkwardly scratched his hair.
But the company had already made the decision and hired the person, so Berlin told himself to accept other people’s kindness.
It was just that the bodyguard was too conscientious; he would open the car door for him, and when he went through the revolving door, he would vigilantly stare at the glass door, as if threatening the glass that if it dared to trip Berlin, he would punch the revolving door.
Berlin was amused by this expression. He couldn’t help but look at the bodyguard, wanting to laugh with him; however, Min Yuzhi was wearing sunglasses, and his expression was cold, looking down at him expressionlessly.
Berlin: “…”
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed to laugh, after all, the bodyguard was taking his job very seriously.
Min Yuzhi’s serious expression seemed to say that if necessary, he would really punch the revolving door. And when he punched the revolving door, Berlin only needed to safely watch from the side.
In short, Min Yuzhi was too diligent, acting as if Berlin was a porcelain doll that would shatter if touched, making Berlin both moved and slightly embarrassed.
So, after returning to his room, Berlin couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Alone, no one would be watching him boil water, as if he wasn’t holding a kettle, but a nuclear bomb that could blow him to ashes.
Finishing early, Berlin planned to go to bed early.
After all, tomorrow’s challenges were still unknown, and this kind of day without having to work late and rush to the airport was rare; he chose to cherish the opportunity to sleep early.
Berlin turned off the bedside lamp and put on his eye mask.
The ring was still on his finger; he hadn’t taken it off since he put it on.
In the pitch-black room, Berlin, wearing an eye mask and fast asleep, didn’t see a golden light flashing from the ring on his index finger.
Berlin rarely dreamed; he mostly didn’t remember them when he woke up.
Because he consumed enough physical and mental energy during the day, others said this was a good thing; a dreamless night was a sign of good sleep quality.
But now, the scorching sun made him dizzy. Berlin dazedly raised his hand to shield his eyes from the overly bright sunlight.
Strange, he clearly remembered going to bed early at the hotel, how did it become daytime?
He touched the fine sweat on his forehead, puzzled as to why he felt so hot in his sleep.
Lacking dreaming experience, Berlin didn’t know if it was an illusion caused by his brain’s cortex, making him mistakenly believe that he could feel the heat in his dream, when in fact it was all false.
He looked around, curiously examining his dream.
He was standing in a courtyard; above him was a dome-shaped skylight dozens of meters high, and a beam of light, like a miracle, fell straight down, like a giant sword splitting the darkness.
This was undoubtedly part of a palace, ancient and grand, solemn and majestic.
On the exquisite relief statues, pigeon-egg-sized gems were inlaid in the pupils, reflecting a dazzling, extremely luxurious brilliance.
Berlin didn’t expect the dream to be so realistic; every detail was visually stunning. He didn’t know he had such a strong imagination and creativity.
He walked aimlessly along the corridor.
The endless luxury of the palace was beyond Berlin’s comprehension; he felt like he had entered an undamaged brilliant civilization. Countless treasures were piled up in every inconspicuous corner; even the floor tiles symbolized glory, and the candlesticks hanging beside the murals were inlaid with jewels.
He walked to the depths of the hall; in the cold palace, someone was sleeping.
There were countless good-looking people in the entertainment industry; Berlin had seen all kinds of good-looking people, many, many, and he thought he wouldn’t be amazed by anyone anymore.
But when he saw the person in front of him, he almost forgot to breathe.
…This person is so handsome.
At this moment, Berlin had a silent but profound reflection.
Did it mean that deep down, he was a materialistic person who loved beauty?
He struggled for a moment, reaching out to check his breath.
His fingertips hung in mid-air, not yet fully approaching the other person, when a hand grabbed his.
The breathtakingly handsome person, as if from a dream, his eyelashes fluttered slightly as he held his fingertip.
A golden goodwill value slowly appeared as he woke up.
Berlin stood there, staring blankly, unable to react for a long time.
[0]…?
Author’s Note:
Our official male lead has appeared qwq
Didn’t expect it, right? The male lead appeared in the dream via the ring (dog head holding a rose)
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