Chương 91: Chapter 91
I scrolled through YouTube on my main channel, TsuNami.
It wasn't bad to leave comments around to just spread my channel and interact with other content creators.
I clicked on a video with an interesting title.
"Now, here's the highlight of today. Recently, there's been a prominent name, rising by fame through music, his modeling at Knife's Winter Show, and very surprisingly, as a 'Streamer', gamer. Many of you might even know his name already… But with his name in the limelight, there's been negative attention too. Apparently, he was involved in a small drama a few months ago. I'm sure none of you knew that…"
Huh? Are you serious?
I paused the video on my phone quickly before the Social Media Drama Reporter could continue, to recollect my thoughts.
Is it… about…
What's his name again?
Hehe, uhh…
Mike?
Haha… that's his name, right?
Honestly, I don't watch these things, but I saw the video was released a few hours ago and had a million views already… plus it had Charlie's name…
I tapped the play button.
"There is this Vlogger named Mike, very loved by his fans but also notorious for having beef with lots of other social media stars… He released a disstrack just a few days ago since the time I'm recording this. There's been no response from Charlie, but there's already been a huge outrage from his fans!"
I paused the video again.
What is the meaning of this?
A disstrack? Really?
I immediately tapped out of the video to look it up.
'Charlie Yang Disstrack'
The search results came up immediately. The video was titled: "CHARLIE BOY."
The thumbnail came up with the same person that had argued with everyone a while back in one of Charlie's streams.
He was dressed in flashy clothing and very expensive-looking accessories.
Deciding I did not want to pollute the environment with his voice, I clicked away before his voice could begin.
Some people just try too hard with the internet persona they create…
I sighed and fiddled with my hoodie strings.
Finally giving up under the curiosity of wanting to know what he said, I clicked on the video once again.
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"You want to know my favorite ads?"
"Hmm?" I perked my head up.
"Perfume ads," Blake looked straight ahead on the road as he spoke to me.
"...How come?"
"You just get recorded spraying some perfume and pose a little, and that's it. You leave smelling good too."
They were not bad points.
Though I still have to say, what a preposterous guy.
I raised my eyebrow, "So… is that the reason why we're doing a perfume ad right now?"
He smiled and continued his previous sentence, "Those are normal perfume ads. However, the company we're working with this time is pretty big and creative," he slammed the brakes and honked at the driver who ran a red light turning in our road. "Really man? Speeding red lights? At 10 in the morning?" I smiled at his frustration. "Anyway, you'll probably be doing something really interesting."
"Haha… well that doesn't sound worrying at all."
He scoffed. "By the way, did you read the script for the ad?"
I frowned trying to recall the memory.
"No… I actually don't think I was sent the script for this one."
That's strange. I hadn't really thought about it until now though with how busy my schedule was.
"Ah… I guess they just decided to make it a surprise. They're annoying like that."
I am not sure if I should be looking forward to the collaboration or be regretting my actions now.
"Do you know?"
"Yup. I won't tell though."
Damn.
Classic Blake.
I looked out towards the window and noticed that there was an odd amount of people in the streets.
Seeing their pointed fingers, I turned 180 towards the other side to see what they were pointing at.
"The f— I mean… what is that?"
I stared blankly, watching the same thing Blake was. On autopilot but not paying attention, I said: "Watch your language, Blake."
I stretched my neck out a little to get a clearer view of what was happening.
We got honked from behind, but Blake didn't care at all.
Giving up trying to figure out what was happening behind the crowd of people and a little uncomfortable under the pressure of the cars behind us, I tapped Blake's arm. "Hey… aren't you going to go? It's a green light…"
He padded the accelerator and gently moved forward, craning his neck as the car moved.
What a noisy person… He's just like me.
"Charlie?"
"Dude, what's happening there?"
He clicked the hazard lights on and parked right beside the road, where the crowd of people was.
"Uh… dude. Turning the hazard lights on does not make parking in illegal places, legal," I smiled with a confused head tilt.
"Haha… no worries Charlie. Can you help me pop your head out and yell Mora?"
I frowned, thinking it was another one of his tests, and quickly lowered the dark windows.
"Mora!"
The crowd did not part nor look at me. That's when I heard the unceasing streams of questions.
"Mora, can you sign my shirt?"
"Mora, what's your next movie?"
"Can I get a hug, please?"
Ah… that's a person?
I called out her name once again, not knowing the appearance of the person I was calling for, but my voice was drowned out by the crowd's.
With a click of a tongue, I reached into my head and focused on the Charm Cloud situated somewhere around there.
Prodded by my touch, it responded and bloomed into my voice box.
"Mora!"
Though my voice did not change, the psychological reaction of the others did. Somehow highlighting my voice to the receptors' ear, heads turned my way and parted, allowing me to see a green-haired woman with inconspicuous glasses and a smile that seemed slightly forced.
She looked confused at me, and after seeing Blake's face, she parted her way through the crowd into the car.
"Excuse me, excuse me."
"Mora, what's your next biggest project?"
"Uh, I don't know, probably The Right Hand."
"Can I get an autograph, Mora?"
With a professional and habitual movement, she signed a poster with a smile.
With the opening of the car door, she quickly got in and closed the door immediately after with a slam.
Unable to see her anymore, the reporters' attention landed on me, who still had the window down.
"Charlie! What's your relationship with Mora?"
"How did you feel when you saw Mike's diss track on you?"
"Charlie, is there a collaboration coming soon with Mora?"
"As a young star of 17 years old, what is the relationship with old celebrity Mora?"
I smiled at the questions, and almost burst out in laughter at the last one.
So shameless.
They were definitely bait questions.
"I'll answer the questions in another press conference, byee!" I waved my hand with a cheesy smile that closed my eyes.
I heard Blake's giggles, as he covered his mouth and along with it a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Pffft."
"I dare you to say a word."
"Pfffttt— Old celebrity?"
I smiled at their relationship. Seems like Blake has a talent for attracting the animosity of his friends.
"I am going to kill you."
Great. A comrade. I mentally sent her a thumbs-up.
I looked behind me at a fuming green-haired celebrity, clearly upset at being called an old celebrity.
Noticing my gaze, she uncomfortably twitched her eye. "I am not an old celebrity, Charlie is just too young…"
I smiled at her pouty expression. "Hello, Mora."
"Hi, Charlie!" She smiled.
"You want donuts?"
"There are donuts?"
I patted Blake's hand that was on the gearshift.
"Let's go get some Dunkin' Donuts."
I asked like a child to an older brother.
"Huh? You like Dunkin' Donuts?" Blake spoke calmly but looked at me with astonished eyes.
"HAHA," Mora laughed, "I told you you're the only one that likes Krispy Kreme."
I covered my mouth with an expression full of pity, "Really? Krispy Kreme?" I clicked my tongue.
Mora leaned forward and wrapped her arm around our shoulders, "Hahaha… I can't believe I finally found someone that prefers Dunkin' Donuts over Krispy Kreme!"
Anyway, as stupid as this conversation about donuts was, it was only to break the ice between us.
In full honesty, I did not like Donuts but it was a very calculated diplomatic act.
Right, I had to create a truce with the person that would help me plan for Blake's disappearance.
In other words, I was just making connections and ensuring I get along with people of the same circle.
First impressions can make or break a connection.
I grinned toward Blake's side, ensuring that he could see it from the corner of his eye.
Mora wrangled Blake around, as her arm tightened on his shoulder.
"Unless you two children want to die a horrible death… I recommend changing the destination to Krispy Kreme."
I laughed at his small twist. "For a moment I thought you'd tell us to leave you alone to not die from a car crash."
He deadpanned, "I am too good of a driver to crash. In all my years of being a driver, not once have I crashed a car. I'd have more chances of dying from poisoning and puking from Dunkin' Donuts, than being forced around by two idiots."
"Haha… you're a good chauffeur, that's what you are," Mora grinned.
"Do you want to be dropped out in the middle of the street? Right now?"
"I am sorry."
"Are you?"
"Teacher— no, Professor— no, Great Being… I'm sorry."
"Just a sorry won't cut it."
"What perhaps, I ought to do?"
"We're going to g—"
"And no. Anything but Krispy Kreme."
"Why don't you guys like it?"
I opened my mouth, "It's a little too sweet…"
Mora nodded, "Exactly."
"And… Dunkin' Donuts are not?"
"They're perfect. Just right. And they're better than the incredibly basic Krispy Kremes…"
"Sigh… whatever. What were you doing out there Mora?"
I perked my ears up.
"Hmph," she scoffed, "Can't a pretty lady go out anywhere?"
Blake kept his eyes on the road as he rolled his eyes, and made sure Mora was able to see his roll through the rearview mirror.
I grinned, "I was just about to leave the car to ask you for an autograph."
"Oh? You want it?"
"Blake was too shy to ask for it."
"Aww, Blakey, you know you don't have to be so shy."
"Charlie. I will not get you donuts."
…
…
"Anyway, we're headed for one of Charlie's perfume ad shoots…"
"Ooh, can I see?"
"Yeah… you know the company… Douglas—"
Her mouth immediately interrupted him.
"—Oh, I was so nervous the first time I was with them…" she patted my shoulder, "Good luck."
She gave me a thumbs up.
"Hah… is that a reason for concern?"
They laughed with uncanny synchronization.
"No. It's just interesting," Blake said with a good-natured smile.
"Just try not to look nervous. If you do, they'll be more encouraged to play around."
I nodded with, definitely not a feeling of concern, and gave them a thumbs up.
"Awww," she suddenly cooed and pinched my cheeks with her hands. "I remember when I was young and so nervous and afraid…"
"Haha, old witch," Blake snarkily muttered from the side.
"You bastard, what did you just say?"
"Oh, I was just saying you're pretty."
"That's what I tho—"
"Pretty fucking old… Go back to the retirement home, where you can finally be tended to. Damned old hag,"
My self-control was impeccable, as I showed no signs of my laughter that was just about to explode.
"Hah? This bastard?" She gained furious flames in her eyes, "If I'm old then you're already in the tomb. Damn dinosaur. You're going to get rejected by all the women in the future and I'll laugh at you."
"Heh?" he gained an arrogant look, "What's this I heard about someone complaining they were feeling lonely and wanted a boyfriend?"
She lifted her chin proudly like a swan and crossed her arms, "Just admit already that you don't want to see me with other guys, maybe I'll give you a chance to confess without rejecting you too badly."
"As if. Why would I ever confess to you? The only thing I would confess to you is the absolute disgust I have towards you."
"Keep telling yourself that, you might catch my attention if you do it for a long enough time."
"It's never too little time with you… I wish our interactions only lasted for a maximum of 3 nanoseconds."
"..."
"..."
"Charlie, should I do it?" Mora asked me.
I tilted my head.
She shrugged and continued, "I wouldn't be surprised if 3 nanoseconds was how long you lasted."
I sighed. So this is what Reed meant when he couldn't stand being the third wheel.
Damned lovebirds.
Couples should just explode.
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