Chapter 139

  He finished speaking and unexpectedly found that the reporters present fell into a brief silence.

  From the moment he stepped into this venue, he vowed that there probably wouldn't be a single second when the scene was as quiet as it is now - everyone seemed to have contracted temporary aphasia, their eyes scanning around, the gazes from below the stage were varied, with hesitant bewilderment, dissatisfied suspicion, full of contempt, and of course, also warm understanding and calmness, even support...

  When those eyes converge, they probably also represent the reactions of the vast majority of people sitting in front of the TV at this moment.

  It's finally been said.

  It felt like a stone that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally fell to the ground, and an unprecedented sense of solidity filled his entire body in an instant. His blood began to flow again, and positive energy seemed to be bursting out of every pore, as if he hadn't taken a bath in tens of thousands of years and was now swimming freely in a cool lake... Uh, just this strange thought made the young man with black hair sitting in front of the camera almost unable to stop smiling. He raised his hand, and for the first time in front of the camera, he deviated from his usual gentle and mature image, looking somewhat childish as he rubbed his chin, snickering: "Ah, if this weren't a live broadcast, I guess that last segment might have been cut out..."

  Jin Yan's words caused some good-natured laughter from the journalists, although at this moment most people still had a frozen expression and hadn't recovered from his previous sentence. As the laughter gradually subsided, the atmosphere in the venue also became slightly more relaxed - Jin Yan clearly heard the sound of Fang Yu's breathing again beside him, whereas about ten minutes ago, he seemed to have been holding his breath...

  "You're really good at holding your breath."

  He muttered to himself, then unexpectedly got his foot trampled on under the table.

  Fang Yu quietly reached into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to relax. At this moment, another reporter sitting in the front row stood up and handed over a microphone with their TV station's logo to Jing Ran, asking: "Excuse me, Mr. Yuan, am I right in understanding that your previous statement was an attempt to rationalize? If there is no harm, why does today's society oppose... people like you?"

  Fang Yu: "......"

  The action of putting on a handkerchief came to an abrupt halt, and Fang Yu suddenly understood that Jiang Chuan's strong demand for the staff to be armed was a correct choice. He now wished he could pull out a submachine gun from his pocket and use all the bullets on the reporter with the annoyingly smug expression who thought he was clever... Fang Yu stood up, wanting to take off his shoes and throw them at that odious face, but before he could make this shocking move, Jin Yan grabbed him. When the manager sat back down with a huff, the atmosphere on the scene, which had been slightly salvaged by Jin Yan, once again froze...

  The camera zoomed in slightly, focusing on the young black-haired man's face - this way, people sitting in front of the TV could almost clearly see every change on his face.

  They are also anxiously waiting, Yuan Zhenyan's words just now almost convinced most people - it has to be said that almost everyone was momentarily stunned and confused by his words, they began to waver and shake in their original stance, after all he wasn't wrong: if homosexuality doesn't harm anyone, who does it bother?

  Until this journalist stood up and raised this almost unanswerable question.

  So they began to wonder again, if something really had no problem at all, how could it generate a deep understanding among the crowd about this matter.

  Fang Yu silently greeted the eighteen generations of ancestors of this infamous reporter in his heart, and at the same time, he made a silent vow that if everything went well, IM company didn't go bankrupt, they would never cooperate with this media in any form for the rest of their lives! Any! Form! Not!

  At this time, under the gaze of everyone's expectation, only the young man with black hair fell into silence. Just when everyone thought he would also be embarrassed by such a question and really make concessions, he didn't think that after his silence, he calmly smiled and said: "Sorry, journalist friend, I don't think I can answer your question."

  The scene was in an uproar.

  The young man with black hair didn't stop, but changed his tone and continued: "Because the people who have prejudices against homosexuals are not the homosexual group itself, so you can't throw this problem back at me to ask for answers - 'If you don't have a problem, why do people dislike you?' This kind of statement is truly sophistry. After all, if I knew why you disliked us, I would think of a way to make you not dislike us. If I really had a way, I wouldn't have delayed until now to come out..."

  Reporter: "......"

  Reporter: "Does your delay until now imply that you yourself also think this is a bad behavior?"

  "I'm just afraid you'll eat me up, what does it have to do with whether this is a good behavior or not?"

  Reporter: "......"

  "I steadfastly defend your right to dislike us, even though I don't think it's our problem."

  Just like Luo Cheng, who is now sitting in the CEO's office of IM Company, waving his fists desperately, Fang Yu also wants to applaud for the superstar who has never memorized a PR script but is now speaking fluently as if reciting lines.

  When the male journalist slumped back to his seat, another female journalist stood up. She was probably a newcomer to the industry and looked a bit tense. After adjusting her professional suit, she looked at the young man with black hair - in the moment their eyes met, she felt that for an instant, he seemed to be smiling at her, and this smile made her relax a little. Taking a deep breath, she thought for a moment before asking: "Now that Mr. Yuan Jianyan has publicly come out and declared his sexual orientation, can we understand that apart from the fact that people around him have been subjected to baseless attacks and rumors, do you have any other public reasons?"

  The female journalist finished asking her questions, and everyone could clearly see that Jian Ran's smile at the corner of his lips had become even more pronounced.

  Her emphasis was on the second half of her speech, but in the first half of the sentence, which didn't sound so important at first, she directly stated her stance: She agreed with the voices on the internet and some mainstream media that Jianyan's harm was unjustified.

  This is very important.

  Because ordinary people are easily subconsciously led by such words, because of the female reporter's sentence, the whole thing they had been discussing and had not come to a clear conclusion seemed to have already been determined as having an evil nature.

  "I suppose so."

  It was as if in return, he gave her a perfect answer to take back - although it didn't specifically mention who, but this degree was already enough... If these journalists who don't know better were to anger him, he could just turn his face and walk away without saying another word. After all, he had already come out publicly, things wouldn't get any worse, and "acting like a big shot" was indeed a painless move.

  Now everyone knows that Yuan Jinyan already has a boyfriend by her side.

  The female journalist smiled gratefully at the young black-haired man on stage and sat down contentedly. Another female journalist who was originally sitting next to her stood up, and this time the question became even more straightforward: "Is it Jiang Chuan?"

  Everyone: "……………………"

  As soon as this question came out, the audience in front of the TV almost suffocated. They realized that it was probably the climax of the entire press conference. When they rubbed their eyes and sat up straight, waiting for a simple "yes" or "no", they didn't expect him to cover his face and laugh like an adult who had been pranked by a kid: "This can't be said, I want to publicly come out is my business, it has nothing to do with who that person in my family is..."

  The spoiled tone made the on-site reporters' skin crawl, and also stunned the TV audience with a pale face.

  "Think about it carefully and you'll know that no matter who it is, even if he's an ordinary person, he will be affected by this...". Jian Yan put down his hand, rubbed his face, and then said seriously, "So I shouldn't say."

  Iron-clad tone.

  After a few seconds of silence, Fang Yu seemed to realize something and thought "can't just let it go" he started desperately pulling Jian Ran's sleeve trying to tell him "it's fine just shut up", but what made him desperate was that the black-haired young man lowered his head and gave him a confused look, then raised his head again, adding fuel to the fire with an uneasy tone: "So you guys shouldn't attack Jiang Chuan anymore."

  Then there was another enigmatic silence.

  Fang Yu let out a desperate sigh.

  But the people who heard Yan Jianyan's "supplementary explanation" were completely confused, and in fact they couldn't tell whether this was an accidental true feelings exposure or a deliberate attempt to hype up Jiang Chuan - after all, the two of them were from the same company and were officially designated as CP. If Yan Jianyan were to fall before grabbing onto Jiang Chuan for another round of hype to give him some exposure and dedicate his last bit of strength to repay the company... this logic was a bit absurd, but not impossible.

  The situation came too suddenly and was a bit tricky. The people sitting on the stage had their IQ and EQ suddenly soaring, changing from their usual gentle and easy-going appearance, leaving the reporters somewhat unable to grasp the situation. After exchanging eerie silent brain waves with the young man with black hair, they finally couldn't help but start whispering to each other, trying to exchange a lifetime of interview experience, attempting to dig out something even more shocking from that tight-lipped mouth.

  And the audience sitting in front of the TV is also extremely moved, including Yuan Jinyan's loyal fans who are now crying with a mix of tears and snot while watching the TV. At this moment, most people only have one thought in their minds: although it's inexplicable that they were shown such affection in such an inexplicable situation, whoever that person is, being protected so seriously is truly enviable, must have saved the galaxy in their past life.

  The press conference suddenly turned into a strange atmosphere filled with pink and red gay vibes for no reason after the official finished his speech of "I won't tell you".

  The only one who is probably outside of this situation is Jian Ran himself.

  At this moment, he was thinking of how to rescue his wife from this troublesome matter.

  This is also the reason why he didn't let Jiang Chuan come, if he came, today would be two superstars hand in hand coming out of the closet together, he doesn't think that people can really withstand such stimulation and then Yuan Jin Yan and Jiang Chuan's fans calmly accept reality and finally happily become in-laws...

  In fact, the final outcome is more likely to become a shocking and earth-shattering drama of "who dragged down whom" under the provocation of malicious people.

  Now neither of them was in the mood to deal with this kind of nonsense.

  At this time, looking at the reporters discussing countermeasures in a low voice, he also felt a little uneasy, fearing that if they continued to talk, they would say something wrong. He calmed himself down and subtly tapped his wrist, indicating that it was almost time to wrap up. The agent also immediately understood, deeply distrustful of Yuan Jinyan, and thought it was better to end this torture early. So he stood up and cleared his throat: "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, if there are no other important questions from now on, I think this press conference..."

  Pffft!

  Fang Yu's voice was interrupted by a loud noise outside the venue.

  Immediately afterwards, a earth-shattering female scream rang out.

  He was startled at first, and then, after all the reporters stood up reflexively and had their attention successfully diverted, he slowly raised his head to look outside the door: "What's going on?"

  About thirty seconds later, a staff member walked over quickly with a tense face and whispered to them in a low voice that someone had jumped from the building outside the venue and was smashed into a pulp, so badly mutilated that nothing could be seen clearly.