Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The comment section fell silent, and the fans who were expressing their deep affection for the "brother-in-law" instantly went silent.

[Is this guy...does he have some kind of mental illness?]

[Don't talk nonsense, upstairs! This is called humor! But to be fair, this style isn't exactly the same as the romantic prince I imagined; it's completely unrelated.]

[Yuanfang: My lord, I think this person is most likely a goofball.]

[Hahahaha! Is this really the guy who sang "Those Years"? I don't believe it! Unless you post another joke!]

Xue Zhiqian held his phone, looking at the comments that were more teasing than abusive. Instead of feeling that his idol image had been shattered, he laughed happily.

"Boss! Look! They're praising my humor!"

Xue Zhiqian shoved his phone in front of Yu Le, his eyes, which had just been freed from the stigma of bangs, gleaming with a desire for praise.

"These days, handsome guys aren't as funny as me, and funny guys don't sing as well as me. I'm an all-rounder!"

Yu Le pushed away the phone screen that was almost poking his nose and casually slapped the peeled orange peel on his smug face.

"Yes, all-around. So all-around that he dedicated himself to becoming a comedian right from his debut."

Yu Le patted the orange pith off her hand, her tone cool.

"Keep it up. If you can't continue singing in the future, the company can still send you to do stand-up comedy, so it won't be a complete loss."

Although she complained, Yu Le knew exactly what was going on.

These days, celebrities all act aloof, each trying to portray themselves as otherworldly beings untouched by worldly concerns.

Xue Zhiqian's down-to-earth and even slightly neurotic style is like a mudslide, which can quickly shorten the distance between him and his fans.

As long as the work is good enough, this "madness" is just part of the personality.

……

Time flies, and it's already three o'clock in the afternoon.

The new receptionist at Salty Fish Entertainment had just straightened a potted green plant when she saw the automatic glass door slowly slide open.

A man with a backpack and hair that looked even more like a bird's nest than Ning Hao walked in.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with an anime print of Harada Riko, and his jeans were worn shiny at the knees. He was also tightly clutching a computer case covered in anime stickers, as if he were protecting his own son.

"Excuse me... is Mr. Yu here?"

The man's voice was soft, and his gaze remained fixed on the ground, as if the pattern on the floor tiles was more attractive than the pretty face of the receptionist.

Who are you looking for?

Before the receptionist could even speak, Ning Hao, who had just come out of the break room, ran over.

"Holy crap? Old Li?!"

Ning Hao threw down the paper cup, rushed forward in three strides, and punched the man in the shoulder.

"Why are you so late? I thought you'd been taken apart and sold as spare parts in Zhongguancun!"

Li Zhaohua staggered from the punch, adjusted his glasses which had slipped off his nose, and forced a shy smile onto his pale face, which rarely saw sunlight.

"Well... I was worried about damaging the computer case, so I rode my bike here because I didn't dare to squeeze onto the bus."

"Bike? From Haidian to the CBD?"

Ning Hao stared wide-eyed at his old classmate as if he were an alien.

"Alright, let's stop reminiscing in the lobby."

Yu Le's voice came from the end of the corridor.

He strolled over with his hands in his pockets, giving the legendary tech geek a once-over.

It does look quite "ruthless".

This outfit screams "anime/manga master."

"Li Zhaohua?"

Yu Le reached out his hand.

Li Zhaohua was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants before carefully grasping Yu Le's fingertips. He touched them briefly and then withdrew as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hello, Mr. Yu. I am Li Zhaohua."

"Come with me."

Without saying much, Yu Le turned and walked towards the "Special Effects Department," which had been deliberately left empty.

Li Zhaohua, clutching his precious computer case, followed closely behind, like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the desks on either side.

This company's staff... is pretty high-end.

The monitor and the keyboard were both reputable brand-name products.

Until Yu Le pushed open the glass door with the sign "Special Effects Studio".

Li Zhaohua suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The computer case in his arms slammed onto the carpet with a loud thud.

But he didn't have time to feel sorry for him.

Those eyes, hidden behind thick glasses, were now wide open, staring intently at the row of black behemoths placed against the wall.

Silicon Graphics Octane2 workstation.

And next to it is a row of top-of-the-line PCs equipped with the latest graphics cards.

The air was filled with the distinctive plastic and metallic smell of the new machine, which, to Li Zhaohua's nose, smelled a thousand times better than the finest perfume.

"This...this is..."

Li Zhaohua's voice trembled, and her fingers pointed shakily at the machines, as if she were seeing her first love.

"For your equipment."

Yu Le walked up to a workstation and casually patted the top cover of the chassis.

"I heard you want to do something different? Want to make domestic special effects more than just cheap?"

"Is this enough?"

Li Zhaohua lunged forward, pressing her face against the cold computer case, looking as if she wanted to marry the machine right there and then.

"Enough! Absolutely enough! With this thing, forget flying on a sword, I could even make the Jade Emperor do a pole dance!"

Ning Hao covered his face in embarrassment.

That's a brilliant metaphor.

"Having machines alone is not enough; you also need skill."

Yu Le pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Want to show off your skills?"

Li Zhaohua instantly got into the zone.

That timid and socially awkward demeanor vanished, replaced by a sense of confidence.

He skillfully turned on the computer and took out a USB drive from his pocket and plugged it in.

The sound of keyboard typing was as dense as a sudden downpour.

On the screen, a model that was originally just a wireframe is quickly built, textured, and rendered.

In just over half an hour.

A long sword gleaming with a cold light hovered in the center of the screen.

As Li Zhaohua's finger slid across the surface, visible ripples spread around the sword, and the blade trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound that seemed capable of piercing the screen.

"This is the sword energy simulated by fluid dynamics."

Li Zhaohua pointed at the screen, speaking rapidly.

"Most special effects in China nowadays use textures, but I use a particle system. Every speck of dust and every wisp of air is the result of physical calculations."

"As long as the computing power is sufficient, I can create realistic 'ethereal aura'!"

Yu Le looked at the sword on the screen that seemed ready to fly out at any moment and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright."

Yu Le stood up and patted Li Zhaohua's still steaming head.

"From today onwards, this house is yours."

"These machines are yours too."

"Also, you can poach any talented people you know in this field."