NBA's Chinese King: The more girlfriends I have, the stronger I become.

Chapter 127 A Variety Show at Chase Center

"Why didn't you say there was no interview? My data!"

"Penguin, that's not fair of you. If you weren't going to interview Wang Xiucheng, you should have told the fans earlier. He's still hiding in the bathroom and hasn't come out yet."

"Are you kidding me? Where's Wang Xiucheng? You think I'm here watching you guys?"

"I'm outta here, the boss has been looking for me in the group chat several times."

……

Two hours later.

midnight.

A large conference room in the Chase Center.

The Running Man crew is here communicating with Wang Xiucheng, Clay, and a dozen other people.

"Mr. Thompson, thank you for agreeing to participate in the recording of our program. We have already communicated with your agent. You just need to go to the monitoring room with the camera crew to record a few minutes of video. We will tell you what to say."

The bespectacled director spoke to Klay Thompson in Chinese.

Clay's agent and bodyguards were not far behind, with Ma Xiaoxuan acting as the translator.

After listening, Clay got up with great interest and left the conference room with a few others.

At this moment, the director looked at Wang Xiucheng with a hint of admiration on his face and extended his hand: "Hello Wang Xiucheng, my surname is Yao, the Yao in my given name. You can just call me Xiao Yao."

“PD Yao, I know you. I’m also a fan of Running Man.” Wang Xiucheng reached out and shook hands with him.

PD Yao clearly didn't expect Wang Xiucheng to say that, so he became a little nervous.

Although Wang Xiucheng said that, PD Yao knew that compared with Wang Xiucheng, both he and the Running Man program were still far behind.

Wang Xiucheng is now a true national idol.

Regardless of gender or age, Wang Xiucheng's current level of fame has reached a level that many people can only dream of in a lifetime in just half a year.

Now, Wang Xiucheng's advertisements can be found on almost every commercial street in China.

Healthy, young, handsome, energetic...

You can hardly find any flaws in Wang Xiucheng; he would be an ideal spokesperson for almost any product.

Of course, women's products are an exception.

But it’s not impossible.

Several women's product companies, including one offering nighttime products, approached Ma Xiaoxuan, wanting Wang Xiucheng to be their spokesperson, but Ma Xiaoxuan refused them all.

Ma Xiaoxuan cares more about Wang Xiucheng's image than Wang Xiucheng himself does.

"Here's the thing, you'll be playing the Bell Man in a bit." PD Yao was a little flustered; Wang Xiucheng was right in front of him, and even he was a little nervous.

Compared to a star athlete like Wang Xiucheng, those actors who call themselves "stars" are nothing but little Karami.

Especially now, there are comments all over the internet saying that "actors are ruining the country."

Although they earn a lot and appear glamorous, they are nothing compared to the sports stars who truly bring glory to the country.

"The Bell Man?" Wang Xiucheng was very interested.

PD Yao took out a piece of paper, looked at it, and said, "Of course, it won't take you long. In about ten minutes, I will arrange for a few female guests to surround you and tear off your name tag. Then your task will be over."

"Of course, there will be a few scenes in between where Clay in the monitoring room uses a walkie-talkie to tell you where the guest is."

“No problem.” Wang Xiucheng nodded in agreement.

By this time, the fans at Chase Center had already left.

Logically, the lights should have been turned off by now.

But there were many people in the center of the court, in the fan stands, in the player tunnel, and even in the Warriors' locker room.

Li Chen was currently in the Warriors' trophy room with his cameraman, pretending to search for some clues while introducing the Warriors' history.

Then, in a corner, Li Chen seemingly unintentionally found an envelope.

Li Chen opened the envelope and took out a photograph.

"Who is this?" Li Chen showed the camera a picture of a pair of shoes with the Antar logo.

"I have absolutely no clue." Li Chen pulled out three or four photos from his pocket and placed them on the table for comparison.

These photos include pictures of sneakers, apple trees, and a laptop.

"Let's go back and see what clues the others have found." Li Chen took the photos, left the trophy display room, and returned to the stadium court.

Everyone seemed to have "coincidentally" returned here and then gathered the photos together.

“What are these photos trying to tell me? Is it about one person?” Li Chen asked.

"Could our time at Chase Center today be related to basketball?" Yang Ying casually remarked.

"Basketball?" Li Chen looked suddenly stunned, then slapped his forehead as if he had just realized something.

Sitting on the ground, Li Chen looked at all the photos and shouted excitedly, "Wang Xiucheng...it's Wang Xiucheng, and Klay Thompson too!"

"Wang Xiucheng?"

"how is this possible?"

The others joined in the shouting.

“Look,” Li Chen said, holding up a picture of the sneakers. “This is Wang Xiucheng’s King’s Way 1, and this is the one I’m wearing.”

Deng Ziqi, standing next to her, lowered her head awkwardly; the commercial break was so abrupt.

“And this.” Li Chen picked up the photo of the apple tree again: “Wang Xiucheng’s birthday is December 24th, Christmas Eve, apples…”

"This computer belongs to Wang Xiucheng, who is majoring in Computer Applications Engineering at the University of Houston..."

In any case, in the end, every photo managed to be linked to Wang Xiucheng or Klay.

Just then, the stadium's public address system suddenly blared, startling everyone.

I was really startled; the sound was so loud.

The stadium was quiet without fans, and Yang Ying and Deng Ziqi were so frightened that they grabbed the people next to them.

"Congratulations on finding today's Bell Man. In five minutes, the Bell Man will be officially activated. Find the sealing item to seal the Bell Man, and then tear off the Bell Man's name tag to eliminate him."

Upon hearing this, the guests all "excitedly" began searching for props.

In the conference room, Wang Xiucheng, dressed in sportswear, stretched for a few minutes before leaving the room.

He also had a name tag with the words "Wang Xiucheng" pasted on his back.

Wang Xiucheng was also unusually excited at this moment. He had been watching the show for several years, and he never thought he would be able to participate in it personally.

Beside Wang Xiucheng, two people holding cameras followed him, recording the scene. Behind them were several other people carrying various scripts and props.

With each step he took, the bells on his feet would ring once, which aroused Wang Xiucheng's playful spirit. So he made the bells ring rhythmically, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Behind the camera, an assistant director suddenly pointed to his ear, and Wang Xiucheng immediately remembered that he still had a task to complete.

So he picked up the walkie-talkie and, as if someone were calling him, said in English, "Clay, where are you? Command the position."

The walkie-talkie wasn't actually turned on; it needed to be dubbed in post-production.

But Wang Xiucheng nodded seriously, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Wang Xiucheng put away his walkie-talkie, glanced at the assistant director's gesture, and then walked towards a certain place.

Suddenly, a person walked out from around the corner ahead.

Wang Xiucheng was only a few meters away from the other person, so when they saw each other, they were both stunned for a moment.

"Wang Xiucheng?"

"Deng Ziqi?"

The person who came out from around the corner was Deng Ziqi.

The moment Deng Ziqi saw Wang Xiucheng, her eyes suddenly reddened, and a layer of mist appeared and disappeared.

After glancing at Wang Xiucheng and the many people following behind him, Deng Ziqi bit her lip, turned around, and ran away.

The show was still being filmed, and she didn't want anyone to see that she had an emotional problem.

He had only run a few steps when Wang Xiucheng's voice rang out behind him.

"Deng Ziqi, why are you running? Stop right there!"

Wang Xiucheng shouted as he started jogging.

The cameramen, director, and prop crew behind him all started running after Wang Xiucheng.

In particular, the two cameramen maintained a distance of about five meters from Wang Xiucheng, one in front and one behind.

Knowing that Wang Xiucheng was fast, the Running Man crew specially found two cameramen who had just graduated from the TV station but were also fast runners.

They also received several days of training on reality show camera techniques.

Deng Ziqi paused slightly, unable to suppress the throbbing in her heart any longer, and instinctively wanted to stop.

But after biting her lip hard, Deng Ziqi still ran towards the elevator in front of her.

She had so much to say to Wang Xiucheng, but now was not the time.

Once inside the elevator, Deng Ziqi waited for her cameraman to come in before pressing the close button.

Suddenly, a large hand pierced through the closing elevator doors.

The elevator doors reopened, and Wang Xiucheng's smiling face gradually appeared behind them.

Wang Xiucheng didn't say anything this time, he just held the elevator door with one hand and stared at Deng Ziqi.

Deng Ziqi also looked at Wang Xiucheng, but her breathing became obviously erratic, and her heart was so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Wang Xiucheng entered the elevator and then glanced at the cameraman and the others who were about to come in with him.

"Don't you think it's a bit cramped here?" Wang Xiucheng asked, turning his head.

The two cameramen, who still looked like college students, were slightly taken aback, wondering what Wang Xiucheng meant.

The female director immediately pulled the cameraman aside, blocking the others behind her, and said to Wang Xiucheng, "It's a bit crowded. Let's sit down. Xiao Liu, you can get down too."

The cameraman who was with Deng Ziqi was obviously more perceptive; he immediately turned off the camera and then pulled Wang Xiucheng's cameraman out of the elevator.

The elevator doors closed slowly this time. Wang Xiucheng waved with a smile, while Deng Ziqi stood in the corner with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Director Zhang, this is..."

A cameraman who looked like a college student asked, puzzled.

"Don't ask too many questions, don't look too much, and don't say too much," the female director said. "If you want to last long and do well in this industry, remember my words."

The two nodded as if they understood, and then said no more.

The others behind them, even the people holding the props, chatted as if nothing was wrong.

No one mentioned "Wang Xiucheng" or "Deng Ziqi".

Inside the elevator, Wang Xiucheng saw the doors close and suddenly turned around, pinning Deng Ziqi against the wall in the corner.

"Why are you running?"

Wang Xiucheng held Deng Ziqi's arms with both hands and whispered in her ear.

"I...you...you are the Bell Man, it's normal for me to run..." Deng Ziqi's ears felt strange from Wang Xiucheng's blowing, and she answered with rapid breathing.

“I meant last time,” Wang Xiucheng corrected.

“I…” Deng Ziqi immediately recalled the scene in the Houston hotel where she had last run away at the last minute.

"I didn't run away. I opened the door later. It was you who ran away..." Deng Ziqi looked up at Wang Xiucheng's handsome face.

"I ran away?" Wang Xiucheng chuckled. "This time, nobody's going to run away."

As he spoke, Wang Xiucheng was about to demonstrate his already very skillful ball control technique.

Deng Ziqi, her face flushed, had already given up resisting, but unfortunately the elevator suddenly beeped, announcing that it had arrived at its floor.

Wang Xiucheng could only skim the surface before turning back to stand in front of the elevator.

Deng Ziqi hurriedly straightened her clothes, then stood behind Wang Xiucheng, pinching his arm with a hint of reproach.

The door opened, and Wang Xiucheng arrived at the third floor of the stadium, while Deng Ziqi took the elevator down.

After walking a few steps, Wang Xiucheng saw two figures sitting in the fan area, seemingly eating something.

The sound of the bells on Wang Xiucheng's shoes was very loud in the spacious Datong Center.

So the two people who were eating were so frightened that they immediately stood up and prepared to run away.

Wang Xiucheng recognized the two as Yang Ying and Bai Lu.

The two women were holding ice cream, while their cameraman and on-set director were resting nearby.

The Chase Center's fan lounge area has plenty of entertainment and food, which is where they clearly got their food.

Upon seeing Wang Xiucheng appear, the two cameramen immediately raised their cameras and began working, while the prop staff also stood up and habitually stood behind the cameramen.

Seeing how tense everyone was, Wang Xiucheng waved his hand and said, "Take a break. My cameraman hasn't arrived yet. You can continue to rest."

Hearing this, everyone sat down again.

Yang Ying's big eyes watched as the tall Wang Xiucheng walked over and then sat down next to her as if no one else was there.

Yang Ying's ears immediately started to burn.

She felt the male hormones emanating from Wang Xiucheng impacting her nerves.

"I haven't thanked you yet." Yang Ying didn't let herself look at Wang Xiucheng, but said seemingly casually, "Is your arm alright?"

Wang Xiucheng knew that Yang Ying was referring to the time during the competition when he used his arm to protect her when he tackled her.

Wang Xiucheng stretched out his arm and turned it around, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Bai Lu, standing beside him, kept staring at Wang Xiucheng, as if she were looking at a work of art that she had only ever seen on television, afraid that it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Bai Lu, you know her, right?"

Yang Ying remembered Bai Lu who was standing next to her, so she introduced them to each other.

Although she herself had only known Wang Xiucheng for a few hours.

After a brief chat, Wang Xiucheng's cameraman arrived in the elevator a few minutes later.

Then Wang Xiucheng began his job as the "bell man," chasing Yang Yingbailu while she screamed and ran.

A dozen minutes later, Wang Xiucheng was surrounded in a corner by Bai Lu and Yang Yi, who had obtained the props.

Yang Ying used some props, and the female director following Wang Xiucheng suggested reminding him, "You can't move."

So Wang Xiucheng was pinned to the ground by Yang Ying and Bai Lu, who forcibly tore off his name tag.

Wang Xiucheng's mission was now complete.

Wang Xiucheng was only there for a cameo role, and he couldn't possibly participate for a long time.

Wang Xiucheng was only able to participate in this program because of Anta's influence, having just finished a competition.

Of course, the same goes for Clay.

He just left earlier.

At the Datong Center, Wang Xiucheng shook hands with everyone to say goodbye.

Wang Xiucheng's mission was over, but they still had to continue filming.

When Wang Xiucheng shook hands with Deng Ziqi, he scratched her palm with his hand.

This made Deng Ziqi's face turn red instantly.