Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

Jiang Bei's mind was flashing alarms wildly.

But the elevator had already started going up, and it was too late to run now, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep walking.

Soon, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Jiang Bei stepped inside and immediately froze.

—This is hardly a medium-sized package.

This is clearly a "super luxury suite-level karaoke room".

The space is very large, and the lighting is soft and not glaring.

The LCD screen is embedded in the center of the wall, the small stage has a light strip effect, the bar is neat and clean, and the leather sofas are arranged in a semicircle, like a living room.

Looking inside, I was surprised to find that there were even two separate bathrooms.

Even more outrageous is that there's a small card and mahjong room next to it.

It was completely enclosed, with no windows and no obvious exit signs.

The moment Jiang Bei stood at the door, only one thought remained in his mind:

—It's all over, there's no way to escape.

His throat bobbed, and he blurted out a soul-searching question:

"Can I...can I hire four security guards?"

The words were spoken, and the air fell silent for half a second.

The hostess paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, her body trembling with mirth.

"Sir, you're so funny. You need a karaoke service, right?"

"I'll arrange it for you."

She pressed the earpiece again.

A few seconds later, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a row of people walked in.

A dozen or so girls stood in a neat row.

They wore uniforms, had exquisite makeup, and each possessed a unique temperament.

There are cool and aloof types, sweet types, mature and sophisticated types, and energetic types with a stage presence.

The lights made it look like a mini talent show was being held.

Jiang Bei's eyes widened in disbelief, and his mind completely went blank.

—This isn't a karaoke bar, it's a concubine selection event!

Before he could react, the greeter had already smiled and spoken:

"Sir, you may take your time choosing."

"It depends on which one you like."

Jiang Bei swallowed hard, his finger trembling slightly, and pointed randomly:

"You, you, you, and you."

"Just the four of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment.

Even the greeter paused noticeably.

Ordering four at once is indeed a rare occurrence.

However, she quickly regained her professional smile.

"OK."

The rest of the people quickly left the scene.

The door closed, leaving only the four girls and the greeter in the room.

A brief introduction to the welcoming guests:

"These four are our regular members."

"She has great charisma, singing skills, and stage presence."

The four girls smiled slightly and introduced themselves one by one:

"Minor Snow".

"noob."

"Xiao Nai."

"Little Purple".

"It's a pleasure to serve you."

As they spoke, two people sat down on either side of Jiang Bei.

She was practically glued to him.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the private room opened, and a waiter pushed in a food cart.

Beer, spirits, wine, fruit platters, dried fruit, snacks... one by one, they were placed on the table.

When the lights shine on it, the entire table transforms into a "display of wealth and status".

People in Jiangbei are numb.

He had worked in television for over a decade and had seen his share of things.

But he had never experienced this kind of service where "the table is covered with food as soon as it's served".

He couldn't help but ask:

"I don't need to pay for these, right?"

The hostess smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, they're all in account 6699."

Jiangbei: "..."

He paused for two seconds, then cautiously added:

"Um... can I have another serving of fried rice?"

He was really hungry.

I was on edge the whole time and didn't even have time for lunch.

The greeter visibly paused for a moment, but maintained a professional smile.

"Of course, sir."

After finishing speaking, he backed out.

The moment the door closed, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Xiaoxue and Xiaobai have already started their operation.

A person is using a fork to spear a watermelon.

One person peeled the grapes.

They handed it directly to Jiangbei's mouth from both sides, their movements as natural as if they had been trained.

Jiang Bei felt a chill run down his spine.

"No, no, no, I can do it myself."

He jerked back, almost jumping off the sofa, and made up an excuse:

"Let me reply to a message first."

He took out his phone and quickly sent the private room number to the girl with the prominent teeth.

The only reply from the other end was, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Then nothing happened.

Jiang Bei stared at the screen, his heart sinking even deeper.

Ten minutes left, the countdown to a life-or-death situation begins.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere had already become incredibly lively.

The music is ringing.

"Two Butterflies," "Mice Love Rice," and "The First Snow of 2002" were performed in turn.

The classic three-part combo.

Xiao Nai even sat down next to Jiang Bei, shoved the microphone into his hand, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Bro, let's sing together~"

Jiangbei: "No, no, I'm tone-deaf."

As he refused, he moved toward a corner, his mind focused on only one thing: how to escape unscathed.

Just then, the fried rice finally arrived.

Jiangbei felt as if they had been granted a general amnesty.

"Okay, I'll do this myself."

He quickly took the spoon, and just as he was about to take a bite, he suddenly stopped.

No, this place...

Will there be any problems?

His eyes narrowed, and the next second, he turned the spoon directly towards Xiao Nai:

"Try a bite first."

Xiao Nai: "?"

The air fell silent for a second, in that eerie atmosphere—

"Click."

The door to the private room was pushed open.

A tall, slender young man walked in.

A playful smile played on his lips.

He glanced around the room.

Four hostesses, a table of drinks, and a scene of Jiangbei "feeding" someone with a spoon.

A smile played on his lips:

"Old Six 2026?"

"You're pretty good, kid."

"They're really good at it."

Jiang Bei's hand froze in mid-air, his mind going blank for a second.

His throat was dry, and he tentatively asked:

"A fairy with dimpled teeth?"

Only one thought remained in my mind:

——It’s over.

The fairy with the tooth-shaped hair is actually a burly man who picks his toes!

And they seem so "familiar with the place".

My life is over.

The young man waved his hand and replied half-jokingly:

"You're the fairy!"

"I am 'walking hormones'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Bei's mind went blank.

That's it, it matches up.

This time it really matches up.

Even the code names are complete.

They're not scammers, they're a gang, and an organized one at that.

His first reaction wasn't even fear, but rather—

Damn it, the boss is here.

The next second, he began frantically thinking of a way out:

"If I tell you I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and also kidney deficiency, can I avoid having surgery?"

"Or perhaps I have social anxiety and am not suited for this kind of high-risk work?"

Before he could even speak, Jiang Bei's gaze fell on the other person's face, and he suddenly froze, his expression stiffening.

This face... he'd seen it before.

Not exactly the same, but much younger and cleaner than on TV.

But that sense of contour, facial proportions, and the look in his eyes—it's all too familiar.

He knew it so well that he blurted it out in an instant:

"Zhu Yiwen?"

There was a moment of silence. The other person was clearly taken aback, then showed a hint of surprise.

Do you know me?

His eyes held a hint of doubt: "You didn't actually travel through time, did you?"

Jiang Bei's heart skipped a beat, and his mind instantly cleared.

Oh no, I let it slip.

At this point in time, the person in front of me has only worked on two or three film sets and is still practically unknown.

He quickly added, trying to smooth things over:

"Didn't you... film a youth campus drama?"

"I just saw it."

As he spoke, he frantically suppressed his inner turmoil.

It's fine to brag in a group chat, but meeting in person is a different story.

He didn't even want to think about the consequences if his identity as a "person from the future" were exposed.

The person opposite did not press further. Instead, they took out a stack of manuscripts from their bag and waved them casually.

"so--"

"Did you reference my work for this script?"

Jiangbei recognized it at a glance.

It is an adaptation of "Hannah Montana".

He was even more confused inside, but he had to keep a calm facade.

Instead of answering the question, he suddenly asked in return:

"Where's the little fairy with the toothbrush?"

He paused for a moment as soon as he said it.

Then, an even more terrifying thought surfaced.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the other person.

The voices all lowered a few decibels:

"You are Zhu Yiwen..."

"That fairy with the toothbrush, could she be—"

At that moment, all the group names flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern:

"Yang Mi, a great beauty,"

"Comfort comes from relaxation"

"Walking Hormones"

"The Little Fairy with Teeth"

"hxm111"...

Each name begins to slowly overlap with a face in reality.

Jiangbei's breath hitched.

An absurd yet clear conclusion emerged.

His throat moved, and he uttered the words almost unconsciously:

"You guys...you're not all real celebrities, are you?"