Capítulo 4: Corpo Sagrado da Investigação Criminal? Eu?

— Professor Fang, Professor Fang!

A voice emanated from the earpiece, sounding urgent. It was the program director. Fang Nana veered away from the live broadcast camera, stepped aside, and lowered her voice to ask:

— What is it, Director Li? The engagement numbers should be quite high right now, shouldn't they?

The implication was clear: if you want traffic, don't act holier-than-thou. They were in the business of making television; they knew perfectly well how to stir up hype.

The director on the other end faltered for a moment before replying:

— The numbers are high, yes, but don't make it too obvious. This is a live broadcast, after all.

Unexpected situations during live broadcasts were common. This model—live streaming followed by an edited version later—had only become popular in the last two years. It relied on gimmicks and hype, but it also left little room for error. Fortunately, they were dealing with Han Fei, a soft target; had it been any celebrity with even a modest fan base, they would have been torn to pieces.

Fang Nana let out a scoff:

— It’s precisely because it’s a live broadcast that we get this dramatic effect. Don’t worry, Director Li. I’ve been in this industry for years; I know what I’m doing. You might not know the full story regarding Han Fei yet, but we’ll talk once we’re finished.

As she spoke into her earpiece, Fang Nana walked toward the balcony. The cameraman, being sensible, didn't follow, instead pretending to be busy filming the furnishings in Han Fei’s living room. Since she kept her voice low, her words were not picked up by the broadcast.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Han Fei was unaware of the underhanded schemes unfolding in his home. He had finished cooking the noodles and was distributing them to the staff.

— Careful, it’s hot. You can take turns eating; my dining table is large enough for everyone.

He carried the bowls and chopsticks toward the table, adding:

— Men and women have different appetites, so each bowl has about a hundred grams of noodles. If it’s not enough, just let me know.

The staff members were pleasantly surprised. It wasn't that they hadn't seen celebrities before; they had worked with plenty who could cook. But none had ever prepared a meal for the entire crew. Usually, if a star remembered them while ordering takeout, providing a lunchbox or a drink was considered a sign of great generosity.

Although Han Fei’s reputation was currently in tatters and his popularity had plummeted, he had once been a top-tier star. Whether he was putting on a show or not, the fact that he was willing to lower himself to cook for them and speak so kindly—even if it were just an apology for not opening the door earlier—earned him their appreciation.

After a moment of hesitation, one of the cameramen followed Han Fei back to the kitchen.

— Teacher Han.

Han Fei paused and turned to see it was the cameraman who had been filming him earlier. The man had left his camera on a chair in the living room to help carry the bowls.

— What is it? You can tell me. Is it not enough food?

The cameraman looked back to see Fang Nana still on the balcony, seemingly occupied. The others were either eating or eyeing the food hungrily. He hesitated, then spoke in a low voice:

— I just wanted to remind you: you should tidy up any private items in the house. It’s better if some things aren't captured on camera. We are currently live.

Han Fei’s brows furrowed. For the first time, he looked toward Fang Nana on the balcony. He was silent for a moment, then nodded with a smile:

— Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind. You go ahead and eat; I’ll go check.

He knew this cameraman had no obligation to warn him. The man was hired by the production team, and the team naturally wanted as much hype as possible. Using Han Fei—a washed-up third-rate star unsupported by his agency—as a sacrificial lamb was perfect for them. The cameraman only spoke up because he had a conscience, and perhaps because he felt guilty after being fed.

Han Fei didn't want to get the man in trouble. He handed the remaining noodles to the staff and, instead of sitting down, walked toward the balcony.

The apartment was a two-bedroom unit—not huge, but certainly not small. Next to the balcony stood his display cabinet, and just beyond that was the door to one of the rooms. As he approached, he caught Fang Nana reaching for the door handle.

— Dear viewers, we’ve already seen Teacher Han’s living room and balcony. Now, let’s take a look at the other areas.

She smiled enthusiastically at the lens. Just as her hand touched the knob to turn it, another hand grabbed her wrist. Through the fabric of her long-sleeved shirt, Han Fei held her firmly, his face still wearing a warm, gentle smile.

— Professor Fang, what are you doing?

He had approached so silently that Fang Nana, caught up in her performance for the camera, hadn't noticed him at all. Now, caught red-handed, even someone as thick-skinned as her felt a momentary panic. However, with her years of experience, she quickly adjusted her expression and replied quite naturally:

— We’re here for a surprise interview. The whole point of a "surprise" is to see a guest's daily life without them being prepared. As a male guest on *Love Stars*, you should know that women value a man’s personal hygiene. We’ll show this footage to all the guests later so everyone can get to know each other better. You don't mind if we film a few more rooms, do you, Teacher Han?

*How manipulative.*

It was like a pot of sour, overnight tea. That was Han Fei’s first thought. He calmly scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on something within the camera’s frame: a family photo on the display cabinet. It wasn't just because it was the only photo in the house and would naturally draw attention; he noticed it because the cameraman looked visibly uncomfortable, clutching his gear with his left hand and rubbing his nose with his right—the hallmark of someone feeling guilty.

— Oh, but I do mind.

Han Fei pulled his gaze away and smiled openly:

— That room is my study. It contains many of my private belongings and the musical scores I’ve written myself. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to film in there.

The atmosphere turned awkward instantly. Having worked in the industry for years, Fang Nana had never encountered a star who dared to defy her so directly. She always picked her targets carefully, choosing those with little fame or backing—like Han Fei.

*How dare he... how could he?!*

Yet, Han Fei seemed completely oblivious to her expression. He remained smiling and unmoving, with no intention of backing down.

Because, in his ear, a voice sounded:

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully prevented Fang Nana’s intrusion into your privacy and protected your personal space. The "Criminal Investigation Saint Body" system has been bound!]

[Please continue your efforts and prevent more criminal acts!]

[Rich rewards await you upon completion of your objectives!]

Han Fei: ...?

*Criminal Investigation Saint Body?*

*Me?*

*You’ve got to be kidding. I was a beat cop in my past life!*