Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Big Brother Filter
Gu Wangchao searched all the way but didn’t see any sign of Gu Peihai. However, he did find his cameraman squatting bored by the roadside.
"Hello."
The cameraman smiled and pointed to a nearby osmanthus tree.
"It seems to be an emergency. An assistant brought over his phone."
This show is quite humane; if they let the guests completely ignore work, it wouldn’t be feasible. In case of emergencies, the production team allows guests to leave the camera.
The audience is quite understanding; after all, with five groups of guests and a main live room, they can freely switch rooms to watch.
Gu Wangchao respected his brother’s privacy and didn’t get close.
Instead, his assistant stood outside the camera, hesitant to speak.
He beckoned.
The assistant walked over, signaling to talk privately.
"Gu, take a look at the trending topics."
The assistant took out his phone and quickly opened the trending topics. The top one was #WeiChuanHouseCollapse#.
This might be the most ’highlighted’ moment of Wei Chuan’s life.
Gu Wangchao was puzzled, "His team is quite good at public relations. How did it get to the point of a ’house collapse’?"
Since Wei Chuan considered him a rival, occasionally seeking validation from him, he had a bit of understanding about Wei Chuan. This person is indeed suited for singing, with a good voice and as an artist supported by Mengkong Entertainment, he would be popular sooner or later.
And swearing, in the eyes of some fans, doesn’t really count as a big deal. How could it lead to a ’house collapse’?
"Bro, take a look below."
The assistant scrolled through the trending topics while quickly explaining the main reason for the ’house collapse’---juggling three relationships.
Compared to juggling three relationships, being disrespectful to seniors seemed like a minor issue.
Gu Wangchao was a bit dumbfounded, and after a quick glance, was left speechless.
Such great time management skills, wouldn’t that brainpower be better used for refining songs?
The assistant sneaked a look at him, "Gu, do you think it might be Gu the Film Emperor..."
"It’s not him," Gu Wangchao said without hesitation, "He wouldn’t stoop to such tactics. He’s always kind to others."
The assistant was speechless.
This inexplicable trust is just... Gu’s usually quite smart, how can’t he figure this out?
Gu Peihai, a triple award-winning Film Emperor, holding plenty of movie resources and luxury endorsements, it’s impossible that no one would mess with Gu Peihai.
But he remains unshakeable to this day, while others have gradually been exposed. To think of Gu Peihai as a naive pushover, that’s impossible.
Is this the brotherly filter?
Before long, Gu Peihai came over. Seeing his younger brother also present, a touch of guilt flashed in his eyes, caught by Gu Wangchao.
The young singer, who originally didn’t believe, now had doubts.
"Let’s go back and cook."
"Ah, hmm, oh."
Gu Peihai almost tripped over his own feet.
If his manager saw this scene, there would definitely be a jaw-drop moment.
Not long ago, this Film Emperor had coldly instructed him, his icy voice sending chills over the phone. But now, in front of his younger brother, he’d turned into a meek puppy.
On the way back, Gu Wangchao seemingly casually asked, "What work is so urgent?"
"Uh, it’s about an endorsement renewal."
Gu Wangchao: "..." An endorsement renewal couldn’t possibly be urgent, right?
The Film Emperor seemed to realize and quickly added, "They’re planning to invest in a variety show. During the renewal, they hoped I would participate, but I’m not too interested."
He didn’t have much time either. This time, it was mainly to take a break and bond with his sister, and if it could improve his relationship with his brother, even better.
Gu Wangchao: "Oh." But this didn’t seem like an emergency either?
His younger brother kept a stern face, and Gu Peihai didn’t know if he managed to fool him.
The two returned to the small courtyard, and most of the children had left. Tuanzi was sitting on the doorstep, her little face in her hands, beaming brighter than flowers. Seeing them, she ran over excitedly.
"Brother Pei Hai, did you two make up?"
The Film Emperor: "?"
Gu Wangchao slowly squinted his eyes.
Tuanzi realized something was off, tilted her head, and slightly puffed her cheeks.
"Brother Pei Hai, what were you doing after your run?"
"Making a call," faced with the stern little Tuanzi, Gu Peihai answered very cooperatively.
"Then what did Brother Wangchao go out to do just now?"
"Chatting with the assistant."
The Film Emperor paused, chatting with the assistant, doesn’t that mean he knows about the online incident? Would his younger brother find out that he was behind it, or even resent him for meddling?
The Film Emperor, usually a master of acting, revealed too many flaws at this moment.
Gu Wangchao nonchalantly withdrew his gaze.
Tuanzi, on the other hand, pouted.
"Ah ah ah!"
She jumped onto Gu Peihai, pounding on him with her little fists.
"Brother Pei Hai, you’re so disappointing. Miaomiao specially created an opportunity, ah ah ah!"
Gu Peihai looked bewildered.
"What opportunity?"
"Ah ah ah!"
[Ancient Martial System: You can’t blame your cousin. Gu Wangchao doesn’t have the habit of eavesdropping]
This sounded weird.
Tuanzi halted, wondering if the system was implying she loved eavesdropping?
But she always listened forthrightly, not eavesdropping!
[Miaomiao: Ah ah ah]
Now it was the system’s turn to endure the soft little voice attack.
Seeing his sister’s reaction, Gu Wangchao understood everything.
As for Wei Chuan’s matter, his big brother definitely intervened; it’s just unclear which news was released by his big brother.
And the reason his big brother intervened was simple, it was for him.
Gu Wangchao went about making breakfast silently. After breakfast, he quietly watered the sprouting seedlings, continued tidying up the yard, and even went to Master Zhao’s house to learn bamboo weaving. He kept himself busy, ensuring the show and fans had enough footage. Then he found a chance to grab his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Mr. Wang, good afternoon."
Mr. Wang was his homeroom teacher for three years in high school.
"Yes, there’s something I’d like to ask you about. Back then, did my family often contact you to inquire about me?"
On the other end, Mr. Wang chuckled, "Why this sudden question? I know your parents were busy, but your brother often contacted me, always praising you. By the way, he asked me for a favor once, and in hindsight, it was my negligence."
It related to the attitude of other subject teachers.
Gu Peihai had once been a student at that school, even ranking first in his grade.
When Gu Wangchao attended that school, everyone knew they were brothers. Even if his subject teachers hadn’t taught his brother, they would occasionally say things in class like, ’Oh, if only you were as outstanding as your brother,’ ’Born to the same parents, yet there’s such a gap,’ ’Gu Wangchao, you need to work hard and learn from your brother.’
Back then, he was proud to be his brother, but hearing such words repeatedly only let his inner inferiority like wild weeds grow rampantly.
Now grown, he could calmly reflect on the actions of those teachers. Needless to say, they were inadequate. Hoping for students to improve, yet neglecting their psychological state and using the wrong methods.
He had long since let it go.
Mr. Wang: "Your brother noticed this issue, and I spoke to the subject teachers, hoping the events of the past didn’t affect you. Regardless, as a teacher, I owe you an apology."
No wonder, Gu Wangchao lowered his gaze, no wonder one day suddenly the subject teachers collectively stopped saying those things.
No wonder his big brother knew he aced cooking class, knew he frequently received love letters.
When their parents were busy, his big brother tried very hard to play the role of a guardian, looking over him.