Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"And you should know exactly how the money for your properties in Singapore and Europe was transferred out..."

Director Liu didn't interrupt, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he shakily lit another cigarette.

Ding Heng didn't stop, but spoke a little faster.

"As for the thing you regret most in your life, it should be that TV station intern from six years ago... She and your daughter are now being raised by your cousin, and she just started elementary school this year."

Director Liu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't make a sound.

What is the background of this person that they could find out everything about me?

"I'll say it again."

Ding Heng got up, dusted off his trousers, pushed open the door, and left with a final remark.

"I just want a fair result. I hope Director Liu has thought this through."

……

The awards ceremony proceeded slowly.

The host, clutching an envelope printed with the sponsor's logo, reported the singers' vote counts and the expert judges' scores in a drawn-out tone.

Long He stood on the far left, his hands clasped together in front of him, his nails almost digging into the back of his hands.

"The winner of the national finals of this year's Star City New Generation Voices is..."

The host deliberately slowed down the pace.

"Longhe!"

In that instant, Long He's heart trembled violently, and he even had a hallucination.

It wasn't until the spotlight shone on her that she finally confirmed it, covering her mouth and letting out a gasp.

The singers turned to look at her, smiling and applauding. Even the seniors who had already been chosen maintained basic decorum and even reached out their hands to Long He with a gentle attitude.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, XXX... Thank you!"

Longhe responded, followed by a series of acceptance speeches and the award ceremony.

After the recording ended, Long He stepped off the stage, and Director Liu approached him.

"Congratulations, Longhe, you truly deserve it."

"Thank you, Director Liu. You've worked hard these past few days."

Longhe responded politely, even though he was full of resentment.

"Of course, and I hope we can cooperate again in the future!"

Director Liu subconsciously turned his gaze to Ding Heng, the assistant beside Long He, said a few more polite words, and then turned and left.

Long He noticed that Director Liu's reaction was a little strange and couldn't help but start to think about it.

Longhe was equally shocked to have won the championship.

Although her mother, Yang Sijie, came from Hunan TV, the station had long since changed its leadership and directors, and there was very little interaction between them.

In this season of "Singer," only if that senior wins the championship will everyone be happy, and that's the scene that Hunan TV most wants to see.

Can……

Could it be that the show is truly fair? Or did Yang Sijie, the mother, secretly exert influence?

Long He shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it!

Since the championship is already in our hands, we can't let it all end up being just a dream today!

As soon as the nanny van door closed, Longhe plopped down in the seat, tilted his head back, and tried to catch his breath.

The next second, she sat up abruptly and grabbed Ding Heng's arm.

"I can't believe it... I really won the championship? Am I dreaming?"

Long He couldn't contain her excitement and pinched her thumb hard.

"It hurts. It really does."

"Alright!"

Ding Heng smiled indulgently: "It's your own strength, no one can criticize it."

After a moment of stunned silence, Long He suddenly spoke again.

"You know what? Yesterday, when you gave me a massage, I had a dream."

She calmed down a little: "It's really strange, you know... I felt like I lived for fifty years in that dream, from beginning to end, it was so long."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Really?"

"Ok!"

Longhe recalled, "I experienced a lot and learned a lot... music theory, composition, and several musical instruments, and then I discovered that I can actually play the guitar today!"

Ding Heng, do you think this counts as an epiphany? Should we go to Kaifu Temple to pray tomorrow?

When people experience things they cannot understand, they will subconsciously associate them with supernatural phenomena.

Like Baima, she even genuinely believes that her brother is the reincarnation of an Arhat!

"Maybe."

Ding Heng's attitude was perfunctory, then he jokingly asked, "By the way, you had such a long dream, was I in it?"

"what?"

Long He was stunned and blinked.

She quickly let go of Ding Heng's arm and reached for the mineral water bottle by the car door, trying to avoid the topic.

Then, adjusting his tone, he said, "Let's go, let's go to the celebration banquet first! Sister Zeng ordered hot pot, we must drink until we drop tonight."

Ding Heng withdrew his gaze and did not expose his brother.

But I can't help but sigh inwardly.

Why are you still acting so awkward, bro? Do you really want to live with this regret for the rest of your life?

Looks like we'll have to resort to some drastic measures!

Chapter 343: Prelude to Unspoken Rules

The championship buzz lasted all night.

The hashtags #LongheNewSong# and #LongheWinsTheChampionship# remained at the top of the trending topics list until the next morning, and audio clips of the two songs were shared countless times.

Music critics wrote articles overnight, marketing accounts edited videos overnight, and fans controlled the comments overnight.

Sister Zeng's phone has been ringing non-stop since last night, with business cooperation invitations pouring in.

She would hang up the phone and curse, then answer it with a forced smile, replying until her voice was hoarse.

But none of this has anything to do with Longhe.

She drank herself into oblivion!

The celebration banquet was held at a high-end hot pot restaurant. The entire team, along with a few familiar staff members, were booked out by Longhe.

"Tonight's entire bill is on Sister Long!"

At first, Long He still had some of the airs of a star singer, saying a few polite words when toasting, such as thanking the team, the company, the fans, the judges, and XXTV...

After a few rounds of drinks, they completely let loose.

First, she hugged Sister Zeng and burst into tears, saying that she had had a hard time all these years and had finally proven herself.

"Sister Zeng, you are the best agent I have ever worked with!"

After crying, I laughed again and raised my glass to everyone in turn to thank them for their support!

Finally, someone egged her on to drink some Maozi (a type of Chinese liquor), and without saying a word, she poured half a cup, tilted her head back, and gulped it down.

At 2:40 a.m., Long He completely lost his ability to take care of himself, turning into a puddle of mud, lying on the sofa in the private room, muttering something that no one could understand.

Ding Heng scooped Long He up from the sofa, half-dragged and half-carried him out of the hot pot restaurant and shoved him into the car.

Back at the hotel, after getting out of the car, Ding Heng simply carried his brother on his back.

Long He's head slumped against Ding Heng's shoulder, his breath reeking of strong alcohol.

Ding Heng supported Long He's buttocks with one hand to prevent her from slipping down, swiped his card to enter the room with the other hand, rushed straight to the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.

As soon as Longhe touched the mattress, it was as if he had finally found his home. He snuggled into the blankets as if he had finally found his place, and was still humming softly.

Ding Heng straightened up, just as he was about to turn around and go to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Turning around, I saw Long He lying on the bed with his eyes half open, his vision blurred and glazed with drunkenness.

Longhe is making every effort to secure Ding Heng's signature.

"Ding Heng".

"Ah."

"I'll tell you a secret."

She tightened her grip on his wrist, as if afraid he would run away.

"I actually..."

She paused for a moment, a fleeting glimmer of clarity flashing in her unfocused gaze.

"Actually, I like..."

Then he suddenly arched his upper body, tilted his head, and vomited all over Ding Heng.

Ding Heng looked down at the vomit covering his body, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his bare upper body, and looked at the culprit on the bed, who had already lain back down, eyes closed, smacking his lips.

"Drinking so much, aren't you afraid your brothers will take advantage of you..."

Ding Heng teased and complained, then pulled Long He off the bed.