Jiang Xun: [I gave it to them out of courtesy. Besides, wechat is a one-time account prepared by the production team, not my own. I don’t need it after recording the program.]

Mufeng was slightly relieved when he read that. Unconsciously, he tapped his fingers against the side of his phone.

There was something he hadn’t told Jiang Xun yet, but it was probably better to keep it a secret for the time being, he thought as the corners of his mouth curled into an expectant smile.

*

That night, Jiang Xun received another call from Yicheng.

She glanced at the camera in the corner of her room and went to the bathroom again. This time, the livestream footage happened to be focusing on her.

Shuli could only move the focus onto someone else.

“Brother Wang.” Jiang Xun greeted as she answered the call.

“Jiang Xun, good news!” Yicheng’s excited voice blasted through the speaker, so much so that Jiang Xun could practically imagine what kind of actions he must be doing now. “Yi Lan is promoting you to the position of their spokesperson!”

“Why so suddenly?” Jiang Xun didn’t expect it, but he couldn’t help but be happy under the influence of Yicheng’s mood.

“Because your ability to bring in sales is good,” Yicheng explained. “Do you know that the coat you wore to the program today was sold out? The only remaining coats are the ones in colors you haven’t worn before, and no one has bought them. The buyers have been urging Yi Lan to restock their beige coats.”

“Ah, so only the coat was sold out?” Jiang Xun said in disappointment. “What about the shirt and pants I wore?”

“They’re also all sold out. Since you don’t wear a coat indoors, everyone could see which shirt and pants you were wearing; even the shoes you’re wearing have all mostly been sold out and there are only a few sizes left.”

Yicheng still felt that he had suffered a loss, though. “It’s a pity that you weren’t collaborating with that shoe brand. You gave them a free ride and boosted their sales.”

“In addition, you always wore Yi Lan’s clothes during the livestream. Every time you wore their goods, the effect was especially good. Yi Lan originally came to you to ask for your help in promoting them, but they didn’t expect you to wear their clothes every time, but you did, and in every livestream,too! It’s really beyond their expectations, which is why they decided to promote you directly to be their spokesperson.”

“To be honest, I didn’t expect you to wear Yi Lan’s clothes everywhere, either.” Yicheng sighed. “With such dedication, it’s only natural that you become their spokesperson.”

“I just feel that I don’t need to buy them myself to save money,” Jiang Xun said straightforwardly.

“…Anyway,” Yicheng said, having crashed back into reality, “The endorsement fee they’re offering is five million a year. What do you think? Personally, I think it’s quite good; Yi Lan’s sales only increased while you were promoting them. Their sales are usually average, so the fact that they’re offering you this amount speaks of their sincerity.”

Actually, this was what Qin Mufeng had said. If he felt that it was fine, then it was also fine with Yicheng.

“Okay.” Jiang Xun nodded. “Brother Wang, please handle the contract-signing affairs for me.”

When she came out of the bathroom, the livestream had already ended, but the camera in the room was still on. She sent a wechat message to Shuli and asked, [Director, can I turn off the camera in the room?]

Shuli: [If you want to rest, then you can.]

Jiang Xun then turned off all the cameras in the room.

*

The production team was in a meeting, and they were also doing a recap for the day.

“Director, Jiang Xun said that she went for a morning run at 6 am. Jiayi has an appointment with her. Should we do a livestream in the morning?” Zhisheng said as he scrolled through the comments on Weibo, “Seems that a lot of people want to watch Jiang Xun’s running livestream tomorrow.”

“What’s so good about a running livestream?” Jiang Xun’s cameraman asked. He had been busy filming her the whole day and did not see the live chat comments.

Zhisheng gave him a rough explanation. “So some netizens wanted to see why Jiang Xun’s fans would say that,” he concluded.

“I heard that when Jiang Xun was participating in Director Hou’s “Accelerated Flight,” the cameraman and all the men in black clothes were exhausted,” someone raised his hand and said weakly.

The cameraman: “…”

Were they still talking about the same thing? DId they think he had the physical capability of a leek?

“Can she really run that fast?” He really didn’t know about this.

“‘I’ve heard about that,” another cameraman said. “I know the cameraman who was in charge of filming her. We started chatting during dinner, and he said that after running with her, he was so tired that he couldn’t move anymore. Director Hou sent someone to replace him, and the replacement had to use a phone gimbal instead of a regular camera.”

“I think it’s best if you use a gimbal when you follow him tomorrow morning,” he suggested.

Jiang Xun’s cameraman: “…”

He looked at Shuli pitifully. “Director, please let me use a gimbal. I’m begging you…”

Shuli:”…”

“We didn’t bring a scooter, otherwise I could also ride on one.” The cameraman was terrified.

“No, that’s too fast. How Fast can Jiang Xun possibly run in the morning?” Shuli denied.

“What about a bike?” someone suggested.

“If you ride a bike very slowly, it will test your skills,” an assistant said. “The camera might sway too much and affect the footage.”

“Ol’ Liu, it’s time for you to train hard,” Shuli said, patting the camera on the back. “This is a good opportunity to run with Jiang Xun. I’ve already helped lessen some of the weight you have to carry by letting you use a gimbal.”

Ol’ Liu: “…”

If Shuli could help him lessen even more weight, that’d be great.

*

Jiang Xun received a wechat message from Shuli before she went to bed. He told her to turn on all the cameras the next day when she got up because the livestream would be starting then.

So at 5:50 the next morning, Jiang Xun got up and turned on the camera first, then quickly washed her face and put on some skin care products before changing into her sportswear and going out for a run.

She didn’t specifically wait for Jiayi. The appointment was at 6 o’clock, and if he wasn’t there on time, she could go by herself.

When she finished cleaning up and went to the living room, it was 6 o’clock.

Jiang Xun was about to leave when she heard someone shout, “Jiang Xun.”

She turned around and saw Jiayi wearing a sweater and long pants. It wasn’t sportswear, but a more casual and loose outfit.

It seemed that he hadn’t intended to exercise when he came to the show, but Jiang Xun chose not to point that out and greeted him with a “Good morning.”

Jiayi did not seem to be used to waking up so early. He was yawning and his eyes were glazed over. He looked as if he had not fully woken up.

[Jiayi still has to get up and keep running like this. It’s really touching.]

[I don’t know if it’s touching on Jiayi’s part or not, but it’s very touching for us to wake up so early on a Sunday just to watch the livestream.]

Even the production team was touched by them, not to mention the audience watching the livestream.

“So many people actually woke up early to watch Jiang Xun running…” Zhisheng yawned and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.

As everyone was feeling warmed up by this turn of events, Jiang Xun was warming up in the living room. Jiayi couldn’t just watch, so he did it with her.