Brother Dao Took The Entertainment Industry By Storm Fans Beg Me Not To Kill Anymore Chapter 367

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“Liang Cheng?”

Fortunately, at the very last moment before the other person reached him, Xiao He finally dug this name out from his memory.

If he remembered correctly, that was all the way back last year. At that time, he had just finished filming Zhuang Hongyi’s “The Phantom Thief Alliance” and had received the script for “Corner Also”. And this Liang Cheng was an unlucky fellow he encountered while staying at a hotel, who was ambushed and forcibly hugged by a stalker fan while showering, scaring him into a blubbering, tearful mess, which was both funny and pitiful.

“Ah yes, it’s me, Brother Xiao!”

Liang Cheng was very happy that Xiao He still remembered him and said proactively, “I heard Brother Xiao is attending this year’s Peach Annual Gala Evening? Our group is also participating this year! Our performance slots are actually quite close! I hope I can still come visit you backstage then, Brother Xiao.”

Xiao He smiled: “I heard about it a while ago too, your group is doing pretty well this year! I think you’re even going on stage to receive an award?”

An annual gala, how could it be without the pork distribution segment? But of course, being able to receive an award at Peach’s evening gala also meant that the boy group Liang Cheng belonged to was indeed quite popular this year and had brought Peach significant profits.

Anyway, from what Xiao He knew, this ECL Boy Group suddenly exploded in popularity early this year, with concerts blooming everywhere. They were a very popular boy group not just domestically, but also in several neighboring countries.

The last time they met, this boy group was only somewhat known, but in the blink of an eye, they had become top idols. Their explosion in popularity was even a bit more rapid than Xiao He’s.

But it’s also understandable. Their work output efficiency is very high, and the speed at which they hold concerts is also fast. Back when Xiao He encountered them, he had just taken on the “Corner Also” script, but currently, “Corner Also” is still in the preparation stage before broadcast.

The timelines are simply not comparable.

“Hehe, we’re just riding the wave too.”

Liang Cheng smiled very modestly, casually scratching his green hair.

Xiao He couldn’t help but take another look.

To be honest, among male idols… dyeing your hair green is probably quite rare?

After all, there are plenty of good-looking colors—blue, red, purple, or even pink—that are better looking than this color…

“Is this for an upcoming stage performance?”

Xiao He asked curiously.

“Ahem, it’s a year-end fan benefit.” Liang Cheng shrugged helplessly. “Everyone drew lots. My luck was bad, so I ended up with green.”

Just as they were talking, someone not far away started calling Liang Cheng’s name again: “Liang Cheng! Where are you?”

The other person’s voice sounded very impatient. Liang Cheng immediately shouted back: “Okay, I’m coming right away.”

Then he smiled somewhat apologetically at Xiao He: “Next time I’m free, I’ll definitely treat you to a meal, Brother Xiao.”

Xiao He actually wanted to refuse, because by any measure, he and Liang Cheng simply weren’t close at all. But before he could finish his sentence, Liang Cheng had already run off.

Xiao He: …

Watching the figure who came and went in a hurry, Xiao He was, for once, a bit confused.

What was this Liang Cheng up to?

Were they that close?

Unable to figure it out, Xiao He chose to shrug and turned to walk towards the elevator.

–

Over here, Liang Cheng returned to the practice room where the ECL Boy Group was.

These kinds of practice rooms generally don’t have benches. If you’re tired, you just sit directly on the floor. Just as Liang Cheng walked over to a corner and sat down, someone kicked his back with their foot.

“Hey.”

A voice asked nonchalantly, “Was that person you were just talking to Xiao He?”

Liang Cheng’s body stiffened, then he nodded and said: “Mm, yes. He’s also the boss of Linghui Entertainment.”

“Haha!”

A young man with dyed red hair directly laughed out loud, using his fist to knock Liang Cheng’s head, wearing an expression of disbelief as if seeing an idiot: “I never expected it! In this day and age, how can I still see such an idiot? You don’t actually think that by exchanging a few pleasantries with him, you can get him to poach you for Linghui, do you? What are you thinking?”

Although Linghui Entertainment is now somewhat famous in the industry thanks to “Imperial Decree”, it is ultimately a newly opened company. Its main business is entirely in the acting field, with no involvement in idols or boy groups at all.

So Liang Cheng wanting to leave the boy group for Linghui is simply a fool’s dream!

As he spoke, he also raised his hand to rap Liang Cheng’s head. That action didn’t seem like playful joking;
it was more like deliberate humiliation.

Liang Cheng didn’t mind the other’s action, just smiled and said: “I know. I was just casually saying hello.”

“That’s fine then. Xu Yanzhou has already left. If you left too, I’d be bored.”

Liang Cheng didn’t speak anymore.

If Xiao He were here, he would be very surprised. Because the last time they met, this Xu Yanzhou was still the top idol in the group, the one with the most fame and fans. Who would have thought that after not seeing him for a year, he had already left the boy group.

That person continued talking to himself: “I mean, he really… finally got noticed by someone, but then his face had an allergic reaction. Such rotten luck meant they had to replace him at the last minute. Tsk tsk, this luck… it really does go around, huh.”

The male teacher for the practice room walked in from outside.

Smelling the cigarette smoke in the practice room, his expression turned very unpleasant: “Who was smoking in the practice room? How many times have I said it? Smoking is not allowed indoors! There are smoke alarms above. Don’t take chances. If you have a nicotine craving, get out and smoke!”

“Sorry, teacher. Liang Cheng smoked one. I’ll talk to him about it later.”

The red-haired young man raised his hand and said in a particularly mocking tone, instantly causing the few other people in the practice room to burst into loud laughter.

That laughter lingered in one’s ears, especially grating.

The male teacher glanced at Liang Cheng and frowned. Liang Cheng could only put his hands together and say to the male teacher: “I’m sorry, teacher. I won’t dare do it again.”

The male teacher ultimately didn’t say anything else, only stating: “If I catch you again next time, you won’t need to come anymore.”

“Okay, teacher. I’m sorry.”

Finally, the male teacher clapped his hands, signaling to the others: “Alright, gather up now. Let me see your progress from just now—”

Liang Cheng got up from the floor, and the red-haired young man behind him still nudged him with his elbow, a half-smile on his face: “Just a joke earlier, you don’t mind, right? Haha, you’re definitely not a petty person. I’ll compensate you with a pack of cigarettes later.”

Liang Cheng thought to himself that as an idol, he needed to protect his voice and didn’t smoke, but on the surface, he still chuckled with a simple, honest smile: “Alright, thank you, bro.”

“Hey, between us, who’s who? We’re all buddies.”

The red-haired young man said, even pointing to his own hair: “Look, green leaves complement the red flower!”

Liang Cheng glanced at the other’s red hair, thought about the lottery slip that was taken from him, and smiled: “Mm, I think red suits you very well, bro.”

…

In the morning, he went to the dance practice room to practice. In the afternoon, Xiao He switched to the music practice room to practice vocal music.

If dancing shared similarities with martial arts and body techniques, allowing Xiao He to make adjustments based on past learning experience and System abilities, then in the field of singing, Xiao He was completely unfamiliar.

Since his mother was a Chinese language teacher, growing up immersed in that environment, Xiao He’s Mandarin pronunciation was quite standard. Even his acting teachers never worried about Xiao He’s lines, at most adjusting the emotional delivery and explosive force of certain lines.

But singing… Xiao He could only say that he thought he sounded best when showering.

Who isn’t a powerhouse vocalist while showering?

If you could also pair it with an intense, hot-blooded little tune, then the entire bathroom would become the “King of Songs” stage.

However, for professional singers, an amateur like Xiao He still had a considerable distance to cover before being able to sing on stage.

Xiao He had two songs he needed to learn. He practiced with the vocal coach all afternoon and barely reached a level that was somewhat tolerable to the ear.

—Of course, Xiao He should also thank his parents for his genetics, which gave him a rather pleasant voice. A pleasant voice can be forgiven even if the singing is a bit off-key… right?