abc-du-gratuit Chapter 405 Beauty and the Beast? I am the Beast!
Chapter 405 Beauty and the Beast? I am the Beast!
However, before they even reached the intersection near the TV station, Jiang Bai realized something was wrong.
The road ahead is completely blocked.
That kind of traffic jam wasn't just a normal evening rush hour; it was a human wall of "light sticks" and "banners" that filled even the gaps between the blocks!
"Angelica dahurica! Angelica dahurica!"
"Goddess Bai Zhi, come quickly!"
"A charity goddess with 70 million followers! You are the pride of China!"
The roadside was packed with people, including not only young men and women, but also many older folks wearing white vests and carrying radios.
They craned their necks, staring intently at every luxury car that passed by.
"Hey, was that Bai Zhi in that Rolls-Royce just now?"
"No, he's a bald, rich guy, pshaw!"
"What about the Bentley behind it?"
"No, she's just a minor internet celebrity who overdid it with hyaluronic acid injections."
A chorus of complaints rose from the crowd as everyone anxiously searched for the figure that haunted their dreams.
Jiang Bai huddled in the back seat of the yellow, peeling-painted taxi, looking out at the frenzied spectacle through the privacy-protected window, completely bewildered.
"Brother Qin... given the situation, is it possible for us to drive in?"
Jiang Bai swallowed hard and pointed to the fans who were packed tightly in front of him.
Qin Meng, in the driver's seat, adjusted his sunglasses, his voice still as steady as a rock:
"Boss, according to Zhongji's fortune telling, our car has 'natural concealment'."
"In the eyes of the fans, this is just a Didi that is about to be scrapped, and it shouldn't block our way."
"Furthermore, the license plate is too ostentatious, which usually gives fans the illusion that 'some coal boss is showing off,' thus automatically ignoring whether there is a fairy in the back seat."
really.
As the group of fans squeezed past "京8888", they didn't even glance at the beat-up yellow car.
"It's just a beat-up taxi, there's definitely no Goddess Bai Zhi inside!"
"Don't forget, Bai Zhi, the goddess of Shanghai Theatre Academy, took a Didi ride to school!"
"This is Kyoto, it's different. I admit this car does look a bit like the 'Goddess Bai Zhi's' Shanghai 8888 model; it's quite a convincing imitation!"
"It could also be a car copied by some nouveau riche who admires the goddess Bai Zhi. It's good to be rich!"
Fans discussed the incident while continuing to stare at the million-dollar luxury car in the distance.
Jiang Bai sat in the car, inwardly laughing his head off:
"Bro, if you knew the goddess you've been searching for for three hours was in this car, how would you feel?"
"However, this is too exaggerated."
Jiang Bai looked at the trending topics on his phone.
#Angelica dahurica spotted in Kyoto#
#The Voice of China Semifinal Battle#
#How many songs can Jiang Baizhi sing?#
Those three trending topics were like three mountains, pressing down on the entire entertainment industry in Kyoto, making it hard for them to breathe.
Jiang Bai knew that the reason there were so many people today was not only because it was the semi-final, but also because of the buzz generated by the 70 million yuan charity.
Now, Xiaohao is more than just a singer.
She is a sanctified symbol.
The crowded convoy moved forward slowly.
The area next to the main entrance of Kyoto TV station was packed with people, and the light-up signs blended seamlessly with the sky.
Jiang Bai looked out the window at the cheering crowd that was almost bursting the road.
Although the scene before him was incredibly lively, Jiang Bai, who had experienced the Shanghai Theatre Academy charity gala that night, had already anticipated it.
"Master, look at this sea of people. I'm even starting to have the illusion that 'my empire is so beautiful.'"
Jiang Bai stroked his chin.
It's no exaggeration to say that his current fan base is almost as large as that of top-tier celebrities.
Just then.
The bright yellow taxi, which stood out conspicuously among the luxury cars, finally stopped in front of Kyoto Television.
The reporters, who were frantically snapping photos of a Mercedes-Benz van in the distance, were suddenly drawn to this striking bright yellow.
"Holy crap, what's that? A taxi?"
"Are Didi drivers really this reckless these days? They actually dared to rush into the semi-final recording channel?"
"Maybe it was a fan who took a taxi here."
"Wait...look at that license plate!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise, and everyone's eyes were instantly fixed on the rickety piece of sheet metal.
Beijing 8888.
The scene fell into a deathly silence for a full three seconds.
"Beijing license plate 8888? Hanging on... hanging on a Xiali car whose bumper is almost falling off?"
"Why does this scene look so familiar? I remember there was a taxi with the license plate '沪8888' at that charity gala in Shanghai a while ago..."
"Could it be Jiang Baizhi?!"
"No way, it was just a coincidence that the goddess took a taxi last time. This time, at the very least, she'll be in a sedan?"
As everyone discussed it.
next second.
The driver's side door of the yellow taxi was suddenly pushed open with a bang.
A shiny black leather shoe stepped out first.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, imposing man, standing 1.9 meters tall, dressed in a suit and wearing sunglasses, exuding a powerful aura, stood firmly in front of everyone.
In that instant.
The crowd, who had been observing, suddenly went berserk.
"It's Qin Meng! He's Bai Zhi's manager!"
"Holy crap! It's confirmed! The goddess really is sitting in that beat-up yellow car!"
"Angelica dahurica—! Look here! I'm your biggest fan!"
The scream shattered the glass of Kyoto TV station in an instant.
The sound was so loud that it almost shook the surrounding buildings to pieces.
Qin Meng's face was expressionless, as calm as a heartless killing machine.
He walked around the front of the car, gracefully and solemnly opening the back door, while straightening his spine to form an impenetrable human wall, blocking all the frenzied gazes from more than half a meter away.
Jiang Bai sat in the car, took a deep breath, and finally straightened the pale yellow silk bow at the back of his head.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong...
Jiang Bai reached out and placed his hand on Qin Meng's powerful forearm.
As the hem of a bright yellow dress slowly draped down inside the car, it was revealed to the world.
The entire entrance to Kyoto TV Station seemed to be bathed in a holy light.
"Wow—Goddess! Goddess is wearing yellow today!"
"It's a bow! It's a princess hairstyle! Help!"
"She looks just like Belle from Disney!"
"Beauty and the Beast? I am the Beast!!!"
The area in front of Kyoto TV Station, which was originally just noisy, suddenly became incredibly chaotic!
When that bright yellow caught everyone's eye, they felt as if a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers had swept away the chill of Kyoto's streets in this dry and desolate late autumn.
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"Tongzi, does your yellow dress have built-in highlighter?"
"I feel like a walking light bulb, blinding those reporters so much their eyes are about to pop out!"
Jiang Bai complained, but on the surface she still maintained that cold and aloof, gentle and graceful goddess demeanor.
He lifted his skirt and gracefully stepped out of the dilapidated yellow taxi with its peeling paint.
The streets were covered with yellow leaves, and the wind was rustling.
But this yellow hue is unlike those withered leaves; it's like the most brilliant cluster of warm sunshine in autumn, warming people's hearts.
The dress's waist-cinching design is simply outrageous, precisely outlining Jiang Bai's slender waist.
With his landing motion.
The snow-white lace inner skirt was faintly visible beneath the yellow skirt.
Like a cluster of yellow roses blooming against the odds in late autumn, surrounded by a few pure white butterflies!