Chapter 14 Can I Just Eliminate This Useless Lu Yuanhang?！

Chapter 14 Can I Just Eliminate This Useless Lu Yuanhang?！

When Lu Yuanhang couldn't wait to pick up his phone, he found that the trending topics about himself had been hanging there for quite some time—

#LuYuanhangShootingCheating#

#IntentionallyMissingButHittingBullseye#

#CapitalManipulationOrAnInsiderInTheShow#

Despite the catchy wording of these three trending topics, the comments section was filled with scathing criticism, yet it still couldn't catch up to the top-ranking "explosive" topics.

#JianLiIsAGodlySharpshooter#

#JianLiIsTotallyHacked#

#JianLiSuperTopicEstablished#

The red-hot trending topics infuriated Lu Yuanhang so much that he didn't even bother reading the comments about himself. He immediately dialed his agent's number.

The call was answered quickly, "Second Young Master Lu—"

"Are you all dead? Jian Li is being whitewashed, and you can't even see it? You just let those trending topics hang there?!" Lu Yuanhang gritted his teeth, wishing he could crawl through the phone line to berate them.

The agent sighed helplessly, "Young Master, the PR team is handling your crisis right now and has no time for anything else."

Lu Yuanhang sneered, "Did I hire a bunch of useless people? It's just one black pot; anyone could take the blame! Do I have to teach you this?!"

"Yes, yes!" The agent spoke in a flattering tone, "Second Young Master, you're absolutely right. We'll find someone to take the blame right away!"

"Handle it within half an hour, or go settle your salary with finance!" Lu Yuanhang hung up the call immediately.

Seeing the phone screen go blank, the agent rolled their eyes, "Idiot!"

Apart from acting and stirring up conflicts, what else can you do?!

Without your brother, would we even bother with you?!

One of the staff members approached, "Boss, should we continue with the statement?"

"Of course!" The agent smirked, "Otherwise, where would you find such generous investors?"

"Got it." The staff member understood immediately.

Within ten minutes, Lu Yuanhang's studio posted on Weibo,

"Lu Yuanhang V: Dear netizens, please be rational. I performed normally during the shooting class and had no knowledge of the target paper being switched. If there are any more rumors or defamation, my studio and I will use legal means to defend our rights! Rumors stop with the wise; don't become accomplices to cyberbullying!"

Just as the comments were starting to pile up, a staff member claiming to be from the production team of "The Lone Hero" also issued an apology, taking responsibility for the target paper incident and even offering to resign from the industry.

Soon, Lu Yuanhang was portrayed by marketing accounts as "the most innocent victim in history."

Various water armies took turns flooding the comment sections, washing away the opposing voices...

Jian Li wasn't too concerned about the online turmoil.

His only thought after crossing over was to transform his original body, which was like a weak dog, into a steel frame, then wait for an opportunity to leave the entertainment industry and head abroad to the battlefields, returning to his old job as a mercenary.

So, he seized every moment to eat, stand up, and rush to ask the instructor, "What's the training program for this afternoon?!"

"Weighted running? Shoulder throws? Or obstacle walls?"

As Jian Li asked, the director behind the monitor flipped through the plan book, puzzled,

"How does he know about the upcoming training?"

"Could someone have leaked information to him?!"

Damn!

How many insiders are there?!

How many times do they want me to catch them?!

The director felt desperate, but Feng Dayuan in the cafeteria laughed, "You're in such a hurry to train?"

He glanced at Jian Li's slightly slender figure, "Can you handle it without a nap?"

"In real combat, no one cares if you've had a nap or can handle it," Jian Li smirked, putting his hand in his pocket and walking out, "I'm full. I'll wait outside for you guys."

The other guests at the table watched him leave, their expressions becoming complex and strange.

In the live stream chat,

"Jian Li is really overdoing it, isn't he? Funny! We're in a peaceful era; war is far from us!"

"Aren't you here for this variety show to build a persona? Show patriotism, vigilance, and bravery! But it's a bit fake, since it's just a show; no need to get so hyped up!"

"Jian Li not wanting a nap doesn't mean others don't. Why should he make decisions for everyone?!"

"Our Brother Xiao is always rebellious, wouldn't... Wait, where is Brother Xiao going? Is he going to find Jian Li?"

"The little brother followed too? And Luo Xiaohong?"

"You two uncles, don't join in the fun. Don't you know your age? Do you really need to exhaust yourselves?"

"I didn't expect Jian Li to be quite influential..."

Thus, Lu Yuanhang, who had just dealt with the trending topics, saw the guests file out one by one, standing under the scorching sun on the training field.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, both puzzled and frightened.

A sense of foreboding filled his chest.

"Extra training," Zhou Nan, the former officer from the ex-war zone and current informant for the domestic and foreign affairs institute, kindly replied from the back of the line.

Lu Yuanhang was taken aback, "No rest?"

Zhou Nan's kindness had its limits; he wouldn't repeat explanations.

He walked past Lu Yuanhang, heading to the training ground and effortlessly shouldering his weighted pack.

Meanwhile, Feng Dayuan stood at the front of the group, explaining the rules, "This island has pre-planned long-distance running routes, with markers every ten meters. If you follow the directional signs, you shouldn't get lost."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch, "The time limit for the weighted run is four hours. For every ten minutes late, there will be ten push-ups as punishment."

No one complained, and Lu Yuanhang couldn't be an exception either; he reluctantly joined the group and shouldered his own weighted pack.

The heavy weight on his shoulders made his face grim, but then he suddenly remembered the text message from his agent,

"The frail persona must be discarded; otherwise, it will be hard to change public perception."

Fine, since there's no one to donate blood right now, there's no need to act weak.

It's just a ten-kilogram weighted run, after all.

If I, with my rare blood type, can make it to the end, my fans will be incredibly moved.

At this thought, a sly smile curved Lu Yuanhang's lips.

"The timer has started; you may begin."

Feng Dayuan turned to look at the exit as the participants started running.

Each of them had a split-screen camera clipped to their collars, saving the cameramen the effort.

From now on, they were on their own...

The director approached from behind, "Feng? How do you feel about this?"

Feng Dayuan squinted, "Hard to say, they don't seem simple."

The director looked mysterious, "We have time; we can observe closely."

"Alright," Feng Dayuan paused, then suddenly remembered something and asked,

"Can I just eliminate that useless Lu Yuanhang?!"

"No!" the director firmly shook his head, "If we do that,"

"Everyone else would stand out even more!"