Baili Xiao was trending again, but this time it was on the account of “Master Baili.” Normally, his daily divination posts received about a thousand comments and around ten thousand shares. However, the post from last night had been shared a staggering fifty thousand times, with comments exploding in numbers.

— “What the heck? Did the Master get drunk?”

— “Master, where’s your aloofness and solemnity?”

— “I feel like I’m following a fake Master Baili.”

— “To all my friends who, like me, stayed up for half an hour waiting for this post—are you surprised? Unexpected? Confused?”

— “I’ve always considered myself a noble star of the Seven Stars of Beidou, and I declare that I, too, will stay in bed tomorrow. After all, the Master is always right (sarcasm).”

— “This post can’t be from the Master’s girlfriend, can it? Trying to mimic the Master’s style—hilarious.”

Baili Xiao’s gaze lingered on the words “girlfriend” in the hot comments for quite a while. His brain finally started functioning again, and he incredulously pulled up that bizarre divination post, noticing the timestamp: 00:30. Given his complete memory loss from last night, it was indeed possible that he had already fallen asleep by then.

Feeling both exasperated and amused, Baili Xiao called Yu Jinghao directly.

As usual, the other party picked up quickly—

“Hello? You’re awake?”

“…Why did you sneakily use my phone to post on Weibo?”

“Uh… I thought I did a pretty good job mimicking you. I only realized your Weibo exploded this morning.” The voice on the other end sounded particularly innocent.

Baili Xiao was speechless for a few seconds, wanting to get angry but feeling it was too trivial. Finally, he could only let out a long sigh and said, “You could’ve just checked the next day’s almanac online.”

“Oh, got it! I’ll remember that. If you sleep early in the future, I definitely won’t make a mistake when posting for you,” Yu Jinghao said.

“Mm, okay.” Baili Xiao succinctly hung up the phone. However, two seconds after ending the call, he found himself staring blankly at the bedside again.

How did it come to “mm, okay”? What did he mean by saying he wouldn’t make a mistake when posting for him in the future?

Baili Xiao rubbed his forehead, finally realizing that even though he didn’t have a headache, the effects of the hangover were still quite formidable. His brain must be fried, there was no other explanation.

…

The aftermath of this incident was a flood of fans teasing him under his Weibo account “Li Xiao,” asking him what he thought about the situation. Baili Xiao’s lips twitched for a long time, ultimately deciding to silently ignore them. He could handle the split personality, but pretending nothing had happened while commenting on his own embarrassment was simply impossible. In the end, it was Mike who replied for him: “I’ve long heard that immortals and deities can’t enjoy life without wine. This saying is indeed true.”

Reading that reply, Baili Xiao felt a sense of shame for the first time since he had crossed over.

Feeling depressed, he cleared Weibo from the backend program when he received a message from Yu Jinghao.

“Someone in the hot comments said I’m your girlfriend. What do you think?”

Baili Xiao gritted his teeth in anger. This CEO was definitely toxic, asking him such a question in a business-like tone. What could he possibly say in response?

In the end, the usually aloof and taciturn descendant of the divine race simply replied with a popular internet phrase—

“No f*cking comment.”

That was it.

In the days that followed, life seemed to return to its previous calm. The embarrassing Weibo post was never deleted, but after a wave of laughter, it was forgotten. Baili Xiao returned to his usual rigor and aloofness, while Yu Jinghao resumed his image as the “warm, considerate, detail-oriented yet somewhat distant entertainment company president.” What had actually happened that night, how Baili Xiao returned to his room, and how he changed into his pajamas were unspoken between the two of them.

However, it seemed that something had changed. For instance, Yu Jinghao, who used to start conversations about work, began sending Baili Xiao goodnight messages every night. There was no preamble—just a simple “Good night.”

Baili Xiao didn’t perceive this as ambiguous. As a descendant of the divine race, he was quite oblivious in this regard. After receiving the first goodnight message, he replied, “You are such a considerate boss towards your subordinate.” For some reason, this earned him an unamused ellipsis in response from Yu Jinghao. Although Baili Xiao didn’t quite understand the reason, since Yu Jinghao seemed displeased, he decided not to say much anymore and only replied with “Mm,” “Okay,” or “You too” from then on.

The CEO seemed a bit off; he didn’t appreciate compliments, but this indifferent response seemed to suit him just fine.

In the film crew, Baili Xiao remained the favored one. His acting was genuinely good. In his previous world, there hadn’t been the profession of an actor, but had there been, he would have likely excelled at it. After all, he was someone who observed the myriad lives of others.

During this time, Dai Jue was also quiet. His streak of bad luck seemed to persist; on the third day of filming, a prop accident resulted in an injury to his foot, leading to a stay at a nearby hospital. That same night, he threw a tantrum over a bento box Mike had brought him, opting instead for takeout with a small feast of crayfish. This late-night indulgence led to acute gastroenteritis, and he had to be rushed to the emergency room.

After all this fuss, he finally informed the crew that he would be unable to return to filming for half a month. Luo Wei’s face turned pale with anger upon hearing this. Even the producer who had pulled strings for him was feeling the strain, but due to Dai Jue’s massive fan base, he could only endure in silence.

Without Dai Jue causing disruptions, the atmosphere in the crew was quite harmonious. Baili Xiao was insightful and understood the importance of relationships, but his acting still had its awkward moments. Wang Hong and Shen Yuan, both veteran artists, devoted themselves to mentoring him. Baili Xiao made rapid progress every day, and Shen Ziting in front of the camera became increasingly lively, like a handsome young man stepping off the pages of a novel, breathing life into the entire crew.

…

Two weeks after the start of filming for “Chang An,” Baili Xiao requested leave from Luo Wei to shoot a commercial for GW.

To the surprise and delight of his manager Mike, as well as Baili Xiao himself, this season’s Chinese-themed handbag series was officially named “Little Immortal.” However, this time, GW diverged from the typical advertising style of these international luxury brands—those ads that were “so cool they made no sense”—and presented a refreshingly unique advertising concept.

In the advertisement, Baili Xiao’s image was not that of a traditional classical scholar like Shen Ziting, but rather a playful and quirky Eastern version of the “Little Immortal.”

Regarding this concept, a senior executive from GW’s brand management department explained, “You’ve recently been hyped online as the European Emperor, which perfectly complements the auspicious cloud and pothos elements of the Little Immortal series. We’re in an era where everyone shares their luck, and creating a series centered around luck as a gimmick has a great outlook.”

Baili Xiao agreed with this explanation. In fact, back when he was first hyped as the European Emperor, Mike had discussed with him how most artists’ image positioning was becoming quite similar, with a high degree of overlap. However, he was the first to champion the European Emperor image, and this new approach could definitely be sustained, potentially leading to unexpectedly good results.

What Baili Xiao couldn’t accept was that this advertisement required no acting skills at all. He simply had to stand in front of a green screen and follow the photographer’s instructions to strike a few poses and expressions, with everything else handled in post-production.

The brand representatives revealed that after editing, he would truly appear like a living deity, complete with a halo behind him.

…It was unimaginable.

Under the direction of the brand team, the entire “advertisement” shooting process took just one afternoon. Baili Xiao found himself squinting as the flashing lights kept clicking away, nearly blinding him. The actions he was required to perform were limited to a few repetitive movements: walk, run quickly, walk slowly, and turn around.

Compared to these somewhat mindless actions, the demands for his expressions were clearly higher. He was asked to showcase several different types of smiles—mischievous smiles, wicked smiles, dull smiles, compassionate smiles, relaxed smiles, and mysterious smiles that hinted at secrets.

By the end, when he caught a glimpse of his expression in a small mirror from a distance, he was shocked to find it looked grotesque. Just as he was about to retract that expression, the photographer snapped a shot, saying, “Great, you’ve just added a little drama to your performance.”

Baili Xiao: “?”

The brand manager walked over to take a look at the photo, clapping his hands in delight. “Wonderful! Our director was worried that it would deviate too much from the previous advertisement style, and this grotesque and quirky face is perfect!”

Baili Xiao: “…”

In the evening, Baili Xiao finally finished work with Mike and stepped out of GW’s photography studio, both feeling perplexed.

Mike was carrying a large paper bag full of samples from the brand and remarked, “In my ten-plus years as a manager, working with so many big brands, I’ve never seen such efficient collaboration.”

Baili Xiao sighed, “I didn’t expect it to be like this either.”

“The final product… sigh…” The agent scratched his hair anxiously, unable to articulate all his worries.

“GW is an international luxury brand; they wouldn’t produce anything with a bizarre or low-quality style. Instead of getting caught up in useless details here, we should plan properly.”

“Plan what?”

Baili Xiao thought for a moment and said, “Once GW’s advertisement is released, I want to leverage this endorsement to make my European Emperor image even more distinct.”

That night after returning to the set, Baili Xiao closed the door and devoted considerable energy to divining his fortunes for the coming days. He also checked the fortunes of Dai Jue, Shen Yuan, and a few others. Dai Jue’s misfortune was as expected, while Shen Yuan’s luck was mediocre; most others fell somewhere in the lower range, but his own fortune was flourishing.

The Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper were shining brilliantly these days, and based on his experience observing celestial phenomena since childhood, he could tell that great luck was about to reveal itself soon.