Chapter 63 – I’ll Expose You!

"An-ge, is there really no cure for your cancer?"

"No cure."

"Not even with money?"

"Still no cure."

"I’m sorry." Su Xingchen lowered her head apologetically.

"It’s fine, haha~"

Su Xingchen felt immense sympathy for Chen Huai’an.

But looking at the calm confidence on his face, she realized she had no right to pity him.

He didn’t need pity.

His life was far more brilliant than most.

Maybe this was what people meant by "heaven is jealous of talent."

The gods gave him peerless beauty, only to take away his lifespan. What should have been a tragedy was instead turned into an inspirational comedy by his own unwavering optimism.

Their conversation was all captured on the live broadcast.

By now, the chat was completely devoid of Cai Yifan’s fans.

Every comment was purely emotional.

【I’m crying… this guy is too strong…】

【An-ge, we’ll all be here to witness your journey!】

【I was just cursing him for being late… I feel so guilty now…】

【This show just became a must-watch.】

Director Zhang clicked his tongue.

People were so fake.

Online audiences were even more hypocritical—magnified to absurd degrees.

Just moments ago, they had been yelling for Chen Huai’an to be kicked out.

Now? "Tears, tears, tears!"

But what nobody knew—

Despite his calm exterior, Chen Huai’an was suffering.

He wanted to check his phone so badly.

Was Li Qingran safely in Lingxi Valley by now?

Was she being bullied as a new disciple?

Unfortunately, he couldn’t play his game until the show was done.

Even glancing at his phone had to be done in secret, when the cameras weren’t on him.

…

But could the damn cameraman stop filming him all the time?!

Chen Huai’an felt like he was going to break.

Meanwhile, Cai Yifan was plotting.

"Ah! Suddenly, I feel super energized! Can I lead the group?"

With an exaggerated bounce, he hopped to the front and asked the guide.

"You want to lead?"

The guide, a retired mountaineer, glanced at Cai Yifan’s thin arms and legs.

He sighed inwardly.

"This is not a tourist route," the guide explained patiently. "It’s night, and if something unexpected happens—like encountering wild animals—you need to make the right call immediately. Otherwise, you’ll provoke them. Are you sure you’re up for it?"

Wild animals? In 2034?

Cai Yifan almost laughed.

Even if there were wild animals, would they dare attack such a large group of people?

This guide was just worried about his paycheck.

If he lost control of the group, his salary might get docked.

Typical blue-collar worker behavior.

Cai Yifan sneered internally.

No matter how hard they worked, they’d never compare to someone like him—a top-tier idol.

"Relax, Uncle! I trained in Shaolin as a kid! Still got 童子尿 (virgin’s urine), haven’t lost my powers yet!"

"I’m super strong! Even if we see a bear, I’ll knock it out!"

To "prove" himself, Cai Yifan flexed his "muscles."

Yes, he had gone to Shaolin.

But he left after less than a month.

Back then, he thought the experience was worthless.

After he became famous, however, his agency repackaged it into:

To sell the image, his company even trained him for a month in stage-fighting.

Didn’t matter if it looked **weak—**as long as it looked good.

His brain-dead fans wouldn’t know the difference.

Sometimes, even he himself started to believe he was some kind of martial arts master.

That’s why every time he led a team in online games, he’d always tell the support:

"Relax, I’m strong. Just follow my lead."

Then, five minutes later—dead.

But still, he felt great about himself.

Cai Yifan: The Eternal Feeder.

The guide didn’t want to argue.

Instead, he gave Director Zhang a questioning look.

The director paid him.

If the director approved, he’d step aside.

Director Zhang frowned.

What was Cai Yifan up to now?

At worst, he was probably just trying to fix his image.

Since Cai Yifan’s agency had a deal with Pineapple TV, Zhang reluctantly decided to let him have this one chance.

"Let him."

The guide nodded and moved to the back.

This was actually the second most important position.

Predators, like wolves, often follow large groups from behind, waiting for an opening.

But clearly, no one in the production team considered this possibility.

Meanwhile, the live chat was split into factions.

【Fan-ge leading the team? So brave! (But not as handsome as Bald-ge~)】

【Fan-ge and Huai’an-ge together? Best ship ever!】

【Huai’an-ge is the handsomest! Smelly Fan-fans, stay away!】

【Hey! I love both Fan-ge AND Huai’an-ge! Can’t I support both?!】

【Exactly! Huai’an-ge, we love you too~】

Chen Huai’an had no idea that his fanbase was growing at lightning speed.

Nor that his new fans were already fighting with Cai Yifan’s.

The weird thing?

The fighting was incredibly weak.

Cai Yifan’s fans hesitated.

Because deep down, even they weren’t sure they wanted to fight back.

After all—

This bald guy was just too damn handsome.

He looked like he had divine blessings stacked on top of divine blessings.

There was nothing to criticize.

Even trying to insult him felt wrong.

Every time they looked at his face, their aggression melted away.

All they wanted to do… was watch.

Just watch.

Peacefully.

Like monks in meditation.

Cai Yifan took full advantage of his leader role.

"Keep pushing forward, everyone!" he called out, arms spread wide.

"At this pace, how long will it take to reach the top?"

"Don’t you all want to see the first sunrise from Tianmen Mountain?"

"One, two, three—charge!"

He sped up.

The cameraman, desperate not to lose him, ran after him.

The other celebrities, afraid of losing screen time, forced themselves to keep up.

Su Xingchen almost followed too—but then she glanced at Chen Huai’an’s cane.

Her heart softened.

"An-ge, are you okay? Do you need help?"

"I’m fine," Chen Huai’an smiled.

"I’m used to my cane by now. Honestly, I might be faster than you."

Because—

He was a superhuman.

Did he need help?

Absolutely not.

He picked up his pace.

His right leg felt incredibly strong tonight—like it had unlimited energy.

Su Xingchen watched in shock as he overtook her.

…Was this the speed of a disabled man?

She felt a brief suspicion—but it quickly turned into self-reproach.

"He’s probably just forcing himself for our sake… He must be in pain!"

"I’m crying, QAQ!"

Up ahead, Cai Yifan’s eyes glinted.

"He’s taking the bait."

"Just as I expected," he thought.

"If he’s faking his condition… people will notice."

And I’ll expose him.

Meanwhile, above them, hidden in the trees…

A middle-school-aged girl sat lazily on a branch, a backpack hooked on her shoe.

The wind rustled the leaves.

She sniffed the air—

Her eyes flashed cold.

"Sh*t. Something’s coming."

…

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