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

Online, the popularity of "CrossFire" swept across the entire internet overnight.

The homepages of major portal websites and forums were all flooded with posts about the woman in the black tactical vest.

"The 'Fairy Sister' Completely Transforms Her Image: A Female Special Forces Soldier!"

Liu Yifei's character "Spirit Fox" is now available!

The comments from netizens exploded.

"Holy crap! Is that really Liu Yifei? Those abs, those long legs, amazing!"

"That look in his eyes, just one glance from him and my legs went weak!"

"I've already upgraded! I got the Spirit Fox! It's amazing! The feel is silky smooth, and I feel like my aim has improved!"

"That theme song was so energetic! I listened to it on repeat all night at the internet cafe last night, and I practically turned into the Desert Dust Prince!"

"Guys, enough talk, let's head to the internet cafe!"

It's not just veteran players who are going crazy.

Liu Qianqian's huge fan base also flooded into "CrossFire" like a tidal wave.

Many female fans have never even played shooting games.

They downloaded the app just to support their idol.

In some games, the art style has become extremely bizarre.

"Ladies, how do you change bullets on this gun?"

"I get motion sickness from 3D games. I felt like throwing up after just two spins. This game is way too difficult."

"Whatever, I bought a Spirit Fox character and I'm just standing at the spawn point taking screenshots!"

"Wow! The character model for Sissi is based on her! She's so beautiful! I'm drooling!"

A shooting game has been turned into "Miracle Sissi Around the World" by these female fans.

But the data doesn't lie.

Three o'clock in the morning.

A magnificent and splendid residence.

Yu Le's phone was vibrating incessantly on the bedside table.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

Press the answer button.

Ma Huateng's excited voice burst out from the receiver.

"Mr. Yu!"

"It's broken! One million!"

"The number of concurrent users has surpassed one million!"

Yu Le leaned against the headboard.

He yawned.

"You're talking about this in the middle of the night?"

Ma Huateng swallowed hard, suppressing his overwhelming joy.

"Mr. Yu, the water is flowing out."

"Just three hours."

"Sales for the Fox Spirit character alone have exceeded 20 million!"

This is a figure that would make all domestic game developers green with envy.

Three hours.

Twenty million.

Even robbery wouldn't be this fast.

Yu Le spoke in a flat tone.

"As expected."

"Maintain server stability."

"Also, the e-sports event I mentioned to you before can start preparations now."

Ma Huateng readily agreed.

"Don't worry!"

"I've already allocated special funds, and we'll launch the nationwide city competition plan after the New Year!"

hang up the phone.

Yu Le tossed her phone back onto the bedside table.

He turned over and went back to sleep.

Time flies.

The Spring Festival is just around the corner.

The streets of Beijing are lined with bright red lanterns, and shopping malls are playing "Gong Xi Fa Cai" sung by Andy Lau, Liu Qianqian, and others on a loop, making the festive atmosphere of the New Year truly strong.

Yu Le was standing by the coffee table in the living room, holding a newly written Spring Festival couplet in his hand. The ink was still wet, but the characters were vigorous and powerful, exuding a sense of freedom.

Dongdong was wearing a bright red Tang-style cotton-padded jacket. She was round and chubby, like a chubby baby who jumped out of a New Year's painting.

He held a small paste brush in both hands and followed Yu Le's legs happily.

"Dad, put on the paste! Dongdong, come help!"

The little guy called out in a childish voice, shoving the brush into the paste basin with great effort, getting his hands covered in white, sticky paste.

Yu Le glanced down at him.

"Go away, go play somewhere else, don't cause trouble here."

"You're not just applying paste, you're trying to plaster yourself on the wall."

Dongdong was unconvinced.

He held up the brush and stomped his short legs.

"I can do it! I'm a great helper!"

Liu Qianqian, wearing a set of thick pink pajamas, yawned as she walked down the stairs.

She casually tied her hair into a bun.

He exuded a lazy vibe.

"Yu Muchen, you're causing trouble again."

Liu Qianqian walked over and pinched Dongdong's chubby cheeks.

"Look what you've made of the floor, Mom's going to spank you later."

Dongdong shook off her hand, raised the brush covered in paste, and gestured at Liu Qianqian.

"Monkey, step back!"

Liu Qianqian's eyes widened immediately.

"What did you call me?!"

"Believe it or not, I'll paste you up on my door like a Spring Festival couplet!"

She reached out to grab Dongdong.

Dongdong nimbly slipped behind Yu Le.

He poked half his head out and made a face at Liu Qianqian.

"Hehehe!"

Yu Le placed the Spring Festival couplets on the table.

He took a damp towel and wiped his hands.

"Alright, it's Chinese New Year, stop making a fuss."

He looked at Liu Qianqian.

"How are the preparations for tonight's Spring Festival Gala going?"

Liu Qianqian put away her playful thoughts.

She walked to the sofa, sat down, and picked up a cushion.

"I can recite the lyrics and stage moves by heart."

"Well..." she paused. "I'm a little nervous."

That's the Spring Festival Gala, a stage watched by over a billion people across the country.

It's still a solo performance.

Without any backup dancers or singers to share the pressure, if someone goes off-key or forgets the lyrics, it would be a national broadcasting disaster.

Yu Le walked over and sat down next to her.

"It's normal to be nervous."

"If you perform your song 'As You Wish' normally, the audience will definitely love it."

Liu Xiaoli came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of washed strawberries.

She placed the fruit plate on the coffee table.

"Sisi, go to the station early this afternoon."

"Don't delay your makeup and the final rehearsal."

Liu Qianqian popped a strawberry into her mouth.

He gave a vague and ambiguous answer.

"Okay, Mom."

.....

3 PM.

Yu Le drove himself, cruising the streets of Beijing.

During the Spring Festival, a large number of people from other places return to their hometowns.

Traffic in Beijing, which was originally congested, became extremely smooth at this moment.

Liu Qianqian sat in the passenger seat.

She was wearing sunglasses and holding the sheet music for "As You Wish".

He silently recited the lyrics.

The carriage was very quiet.

The only sound was the whooshing of the heater.

Half an hour later.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of the CCTV building.

Yu Le pulled out the car key.

"Let's go."

The two took the elevator directly to the backstage area of ​​Studio One.

This place is practically a giant farmers' market.

Crowded.

Dancers dressed in the costumes of various ethnic groups.

The on-site director, holding a walkie-talkie and yelling wildly.

Staff members running around carrying cameras.

Everyone was in a state of extreme excitement and tension.

Yu Le protected Liu Qianqian as they walked through the crowded corridor.

Push open the door to the private dressing room with the nameplate "Liu Yifei" on it.

The makeup artist and stylist have been waiting for a long time.

"Ms. Sisi, please have a seat."

The chief makeup artist quickly came forward.

"Director Zhang instructed that your makeup should be sophisticated and dignified."

Liu Qianqian took off her down jacket, sat down in front of the makeup mirror, and let the makeup artist apply makeup to her face.

Time passed by, second by second.

The noise outside grew louder and louder.

On the stage ahead, the performers who had already begun their opening dance were ready.

It was exactly 8 p.m.

The Spring Festival Gala has officially begun broadcasting.