The enjoyable wrap party came to a successful conclusion, and Xiao He's life on the film set in Carloberland Island also officially ended.
After saying goodbye to everyone on the film crew, Xiao He and Xiao Chen boarded a flight and returned to Shanghai.
In August, Shanghai was already very hot. As soon as Xiao He got off the plane, he was the first to feel the "enthusiasm" outside.
Waves of heat rushed towards him, and in just a moment, Xiao He's face began to burn.
"Wow, it's so hot!"
Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh.
Xiao He, already wearing a hat and mask, said, "...Look at me."
His mouth and nose were covered by the heat, and he felt that even breathing had become a problem.
"Hehe, Brother Xiao, you've worked hard. Let's quietly leave this place first."
Xiao Chen quickly tried to comfort Xiao He.
The two collected their luggage and then prepared to leave discreetly.
They hadn't gone far when, just as they stepped out of the entrance to a certain area hall, they saw a huge crowd of people on both sides of the hall ahead, and both of them stopped in their tracks.
The exit of the hall had been cordoned off at some point, and the sides were filled with fans holding light sticks and banners.
Xiao He was dazzled by the colorful signs. Before he could even make out what the fancy artistic lettering said, a bad feeling crept into his mind: "Has our itinerary been leaked?"
Xiao Chen immediately denied it: "Impossible! We never encourage airport pickups! Besides, it's just Xiao Ge and me traveling light, how could we possibly arrange such a fuss!"
However, with the appearance of Xiao He, fully armed, and his assistant, the fans waiting on both sides seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism, letting out sharp screams: "Ahhh, they're out, they're out!"
The crowd immediately began to stir.
In the past, celebrities would bring a large number of security personnel to maintain order at the airport during such large-scale airport arrivals. But who knew that only two people would appear at the exit!
Although airport security personnel were trying to maintain order, no one expected the fans to be so crazy. The precarious security line was broken in an instant, and everyone rushed towards Xiao He.
"Holy crap—"
Hsiao Ho admitted that artists shouldn't swear in such situations, but when he saw a large group of people rushing towards them, he really panicked.
Having already experienced being mobbed by fans once in the United States, he naturally knew how terrifying it was.
Even a zombie horde couldn't compare; this is absolutely terrifying...
At this moment, Xiao He's long-dormant sense of danger began to flash red.
—With that impact, that momentum, that disparity in numbers... if he didn’t run, his life would really be in danger, right?
Xiao Chen had already reflexively spread his arms wide, and shouted fiercely with a death-defying spirit, "Brother Xiao, you have to go!"
Xiao He was deeply moved, but he only had time to leave Xiao Chen with his last words: "Be careful—"
Before the girl who rushed over could grab his clothes, Xiao He twisted his body, picked up his suitcase, and ran away.
Actually, if he could, Xiao He wouldn't even want to bring a suitcase.
But given the group's frenzied behavior, Xiao He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to his suitcase if it fell into their hands.
This suitcase is full of his personal belongings!
Help! Help! Help!
"Don't chase after them—"
Xiao Chen intercepted many fans, but even more people bypassed him and rushed towards Xiao He. With Xiao Chen's shout, he completely disappeared, engulfed by the frenzied wave of fans. Xiao He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and his brow twitched.
I'm sorry, Xiao Chen, if I don't leave, neither of us will be able to leave!
I'll definitely give you a raise later.
Then Xiao He unleashed unprecedented potential, taking several large strides, carrying his suitcase in one hand and bracing himself against the railing with the other, and easily leaped to another hall area.
However, his "escape" did not stop the chasing crowd; instead, they screamed with delight: "Ahhh, so cool!"
"Ah! Can I have another one?"
"That's great! Mommy loves you!"
Xiao He almost stumbled.
No, he's only been gone for a while.
How did his fans become like this?
How terrifying, how insane!
Someone please save me!!!
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Half a minute later, a group of tall security personnel emerged from the same exit.
They were originally fully armed and prepared to resist the "enthusiastic" fans, but when they saw the empty venue in front of them, they fell into silence.
Huh? Where are they?
That's not right, it wasn't like this before!
Could it be that the message failed to get out?
Where are the fans who came to greet us at the airport?!
A trendy young man, wearing a hat and mask, casually walked to the door.
He had originally intended to take off his headphones in a dashing manner to greet the enthusiastic cheers of his fans, but when he saw the empty exit, the smile he had been preparing froze on his face.
"Huh? Where is everyone?"
Jiang Chifei almost thought he had taken the wrong exit. He involuntarily stepped back, looked up at the corresponding exit marked above his head, and then looked at his manager behind him in confusion: "Hey, that's strange, where are my fans?"
The agent looked around in confusion and shook his head, saying, "That shouldn't be the case. I had already made arrangements in advance. There were still many people waiting when we got off the plane."
How could someone just disappear like that?
"What exactly happened?"
Jiang Chifei pouted unhappily, feeling quite displeased. "I'm really fed up. All that preparation was for nothing."
"Wait a minute, let me ask."
The agent was also helpless. While trying to calm Jiang Chifei down, he took out his phone to ask the paparazzi about the situation.
Ten seconds later—
"What? You've already filmed it? And you're tracking it?"
The agent looked around as if she'd seen a ghost, then glanced at the artist standing beside her, completely bewildered: "Who did you photograph? Who are you chasing? We're already in the exit hall—"
"What?"
The paparazzi, squeezed in the crowd and running alongside the throng, looked bewildered. He glanced up at the agile figure ahead and belatedly realized what was happening—
Jiang Chifei doesn't have that kind of agility!
So who are they chasing right now?
"Stop chasing him, he's not Jiang Chifei—"
The paparazzi shouted, trying to bring the others to their senses, but his voice was drowned out by the screams of the crowd. He didn't even have a chance to turn around before being swept along by the frenzied fans.
"He's not—" the proxy bidder roared again, "He's not Jiang Chifei!"
"Wow! So handsome!"
His voice was interrupted again by someone next to him.
The proxy photographers could only quickly raise their heads—
Then, an unknown figure vaulted over the railing and leaped down with the agility of a swallow.
"Wow!"
The fans who caught up didn't ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) dare to jump down. They clung to the railing, looking down at the figures that had already disappeared below, and gasped in shock.
Where are they?
"My God, did he just jump?"
"He's so handsome! Did you guys capture that scene? I love it!"
"I'm shocked! Did he just jump like that?"
"Does anyone have a video? Does anyone have a video?"
Even the paparazzi had forgotten their real purpose, looking down at the video they had taken, and swallowed hard in astonishment.
"Holy crap—this guy is way more handsome than Jiang Chifei! Who is he anyway?"
"He's not Jiang Chifei! Jiang Chifei is still at the exit we just exited!"
The next moment, everyone sprang into action, turning and running in another direction.
Only this proxy photographer stood still, constantly flipping through the content he had photographed, and then scratching his head.
"His appearance does resemble Jiang Chifei somewhat, no wonder others mistook him for someone else, but his skills are much better than that guy's."
"This outfit looks familiar... Could it be one of the other celebrities I've photographed before?"
"Tsk, if you think about it carefully, who in the Chinese entertainment industry has this kind of skill..."
A figure suddenly flashed through Huang Meng's mind.
—He was also the only nemesis he encountered in his entire career as a proxy photographer!
The island, mosquitoes, hot winds, and repeatedly destroyed computers and mobile phones... all led to a fruitless endeavor.
"Depend on!"
Huang Meng burst out of his mouth.
"Xiao He! I would recognize you even if you were ashes!"
