The enjoyable wrap party concluded successfully, and Xiao He's life with the production team on Carlo Berland Island officially came to an end.
After bidding farewell to everyone from the crew, Xiao He and Xiao Chen boarded a flight and returned to Shanghai.
Shanghai in August was already extremely hot. The moment Xiao He stepped off the plane, he was the first to experience the "warmth" outside.
Wave after wave of hot air rushed towards his face. In just an instant, Xiao He's face began to feel scalding hot.
"Wow, it's so hot!"
Even Xiao Chen couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Xiao He, already wearing a hat and mask: "...Look at me."
His nose and mouth were already stifled by the hot air, making breathing feel like a problem.
"Hehe, you've had it rough, Brother Xiao. Let's quietly make our exit from here first."
Xiao Chen quickly tried to soothe Xiao He.
The two of them collected their luggage and prepared to walk out inconspicuously.
However, they hadn't gone far. Just as they exited through the door of a certain terminal area, seeing the dense, swarming crowd lining both sides of the hall ahead, both of their steps faltered.
They saw that security lines had been set up at the exit of this terminal hall at some unknown time, with fans holding light boards and banners standing packed on both sides.
Xiao He was dazzled by the multicolored light boards. Before he could even clearly make out what the flashy artistic writing on them said, a sense of foreboding struck him first: "Was our itinerary leaked?"
Xiao Chen immediately denied it: "Impossible! We never encourage airport pick-ups! Besides, it's just you and me, Brother Xiao, returning lightly packed. How could such a grand reception possibly be arranged?"
Yet, as the fully geared-up Xiao He and his young assistant appeared, the waiting fans on both sides seemed to have successfully triggered some mechanism, letting out sharp screams: "Ahhh, he's out, he's out!"
The crowd immediately began to stir.
Usually, for such large-scale airport pick-ups, celebrities would bring a large number of security personnel for on-site crowd control. Who could have guessed that only two people would appear at the exit!
Although airport security personnel were on-site trying to maintain order with shouts, no one expected this group of fans to be so frenzied. The already precarious security lines were instantly broken through by the crush of people, and everyone surged towards Xiao He.
"Holy shit—"
Xiao He admitted that an artist shouldn't swear in such a situation, but when he saw a huge crowd swarming towards them, Xiao He genuinely panicked.
Having already experienced a fan blockade once in the United States, he naturally knew how terrifying it could be.
A zombie horde would be no worse than this, it's simply too horrifying...
At this moment, Xiao He's long-dormant danger intuition lit up red lights.
—This impact, this momentum, this disparity in numbers... If he didn't run, would he really be in mortal danger?
Xiao Chen had already reflexively spread his arms, ready to face death with determination, and shouted sternly: "Brother Xiao, you run, quick!"
Xiao He was touched in his heart, but only had time to leave Xiao Chen with one last sentence: "You stay safe—"
Then, just before a charging girl could grab his clothes, Xiao He twisted his body, picked up his suitcase, turned, and ran.
Actually, if possible, Xiao He wouldn't even have wanted to bring the suitcase.
But judging by the insane momentum of this crowd, Xiao He didn't dare imagine what would become of his suitcase if it fell into their hands.
This suitcase contained all his personal belongings!
Helppppp meee—
"Don't you chase—"
Xiao Chen intercepted many fans, but even more bypassed him and charged towards Xiao He. And as Xiao Chen shouted, he completely disappeared from sight, swallowed by the wave of frenzied fans. Xiao He caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, his brow twitching.
Sorry, Xiao Chen, if I don't leave, neither of us will get away!
I'll definitely get you a raise later—
Then, Xiao He erupted with unprecedented potential. With a few large strides, he easily leaped into another terminal area, one hand dragging his suitcase, the other pushing off a nearby railing.
However, his "escape" action didn't make the chasing crowd stop. Instead, they let out delighted screams: "Ahhh, so handsome!"
"Ahhh! Can you do it again?"
"So awesome! Mommy loves you!"
Xiao He almost stumbled.
What the... Hasn't it just been a while since he was back?
How did his fans become like this?
So scary, so crazy—
Someone save me!!!
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Half a minute later, at the same exit, a group of tall, burly security personnel surged out first.
However, these fully geared-up individuals, prepared to resist the "enthusiastic" fans, fell into a moment of silence as they looked at the now empty space before them.
Huh? Where is everyone?
That's not right, it wasn't like this before!
Could the message not have gotten out?
Where are the fans who came to pick him up?!
A fashionably dressed young man wearing a hat and mask walked casually to the doorway.
Originally intending to strike a cool pose, remove his earpiece, and greet the fans' enthusiastic cheers, the smile he had been brewing froze on his face when he saw the empty exit.
"Huh? Where is everyone?"
Jiang Chifei almost thought he had walked to the wrong exit. His foot instinctively stepped back. He looked up at the marked exit above his head, then turned to his agent behind him with confusion: "Hey, that's strange, where are my fans?"
The agent also looked around somewhat puzzled, shaking his head in bewilderment: "That shouldn't be. I arranged it in advance. There were still many people waiting when we got off the plane just now."
How come, perfectly fine, everyone just disappeared.
"What on earth happened?"
Jiang Chifei pouted, very displeased, feeling quite unhappy, "Really, what a waste of preparation."
"Wait a moment, let me ask."
The agent was also helpless, soothing Jiang Chifei's mood while pulling out his phone to ask the paparazzi what was going on.
Ten seconds later—
"What? You already got the shots? You're still chasing?"
The agent looked as if he'd seen a ghost. He looked left and right, glanced at the artist standing beside him, utterly baffled: "Who did you shoot? Who are you chasing? We're already at the exit hall—"
"What?"
Currently squeezed within the crowd, participating in a marathon tug-of-war with the human flow, the paparazzi was utterly confused. He looked up at the agile figure ahead and belatedly realized—
Jiang Chifei wasn't this nimble!
So who were they chasing now?
"Stop chasing, he's not Jiang Chifei—"
The paparazzi shouted, trying to awaken others' reason, but his voice was already drowned out by the screams of others. The paparazzi didn't even have room to turn back before being swept along by the frenzied fans surging forward.
"He's not—" the paparazzi roared again, "He's not Jiang Chifei!"
"Holy shit! So handsome!"
His voice was interrupted again by someone nearby.
The paparazzi could only quickly look up—
He saw that figure, whoever it was, directly vault over a nearby railing and leap down, light as a swallow.
"Wow!"
The fans who caught up didn't dare jump down after him. Everyone leaned over the railing, looking down at the now vanished figure below, gasping in astonishment.
"Where'd he go?"
"Oh my god, did he just jump down?"
"He's killing me with his coolness, did you get a shot of that just now? I love it so much."
"I'm shocked! He just jumped down like that?"
"Who has the video? Who has the video?"
Even the paparazzi had forgotten his real purpose. Looking down at the video he had captured, he swallowed in astonishment.
"Holy shit— This guy is way hotter than Jiang Chifei! Who the hell is he?"
"He's not Jiang Chifei! Jiang Chifei is still at the other exit!"
The next moment, everyone instantly moved with the wind again, turning and running towards the other direction.
Only this paparazzi remained standing in place, repeatedly flipping through the content he had filmed, then scratching his head.
"This figure does somewhat resemble Jiang Chifei, no wonder others mistook him, but these moves are way better than that guy's."
"It's just these clothes, they look somewhat familiar... Could it be another artist I've shot before?"
"Tsk, thinking carefully, within the domestic entertainment industry, who could have moves like this..."
A figure suddenly flashed through the paparazzi Huang Mang's mind.
—Also the only nemesis he had encountered in his paparazzi career!
The island, the mosquitoes, the hot wind, the repeatedly destroyed computers and phones... Ultimately returning empty-handed.
"Damn!"
Huang Mang blurted out.
"Xiao He! I'd recognize you even if you turned to ashes!"