Chapter 254 The Twenty-Fifth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 254: Day 25 of Being Trapped in a Restricted Novel

Just then, that familiar comment section was filled with a jubilant atmosphere:

"Hahahahahaha! Here it comes! Here it comes! The classic recurring segment—President An's signature catch!"

"Pfft—the official husband's reaction is killing me! Covering his face and running away, how is that even acceptable?! Does he think covering his face will stop An Yi from recognizing him? (crying with laughter)"

"Wait, what?! The official husband just ditched Shoushou and ran off like that? What a goddamn scumbag! (angry) (angry) (angry)"

"Holy crap! I hereby declare! Strip him of his official husband status and demote him to mistress number four! Neighbor bro gets promoted to male lead!"

"I second that motion!"

"Neighbor bro is such a treasure. He's the only one who gets jealous when Shoushou interacts with others and still protects him first! (wiping tears.jpg) (choking up.jpg)"

"Neighbor bro!!!"

"OMG! Supermarket roleplay! You two are pretty kinky! Too bad President An cock-blocked you again! (dog head)"

"Let's take stock: Boss bro was outside the bar bathroom, neighbor bro was at the restaurant, childhood friend bro was in the woods, and now adding official husband bro (mistress number four bro, not really~) at the supermarket... Holy cow! President An has completed his SSR collection! Achievement unlocked: [Witness to All of You Shou's Men]!"

"President An: I just wanted to quietly browse the supermarket. You Shou's entire fanbase: No, you don't!"

"I hereby declare that President An is the biggest third wheel in this smutty novel! I mean, not that—he's the most efficient [cock-blocker]! (dog head)"

"@author, fess up—did you write President An's character specifically as a comedic tool to lighten the mood and keep the plot from going full throttle? (sarcastic)"

"Definitely! Every time the plot is about to go full speed, President An slams on the brakes! Hahahaha the comedic effect is off the charts!"

"President An: Thanks for the invite. At the supermarket, just broke up a ship, now a full-time comedic character."

"..."

An Yi: "............"

He listened with a blank expression to the cheerful mockery in his mind, coming to a clear realization—in these readers' eyes, he, An Yi, might, probably, perhaps... have successfully transformed from a background CEO character into a... comedic character whose sole job is to ruin other people's fun.

Comedic character...

So he'd become a comedic character now?

How interesting. This was the first time he'd held such a refreshingly unconventional position.

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Saturday.

That evening, Chu Chen uncharacteristically didn't cling to An Yi's side as he usually did. Instead, he sent a message, his tone carrying an urgency barely masked by forced calm: "An An, can you come to the new astrophysical observation center at B University right now? The rooftop platform! There's... there's something really important I need you to confirm in person! It's super urgent!"

An Yi looked at the phone screen, almost able to imagine the tense yet serious expression Chu Chen wore while typing those words.

A smile tugged at his lips. He replied with a "Sure."

He had a hunch what Chu Chen was planning. Chu Chen had been incredibly hyped up these past few days.

Driving to B University, An Yi took the elevator straight to the top floor. Since the building had just been completed and wasn't in use yet, he was allowed in even though he wasn't lab personnel.

The moment the elevator doors slid open, he froze slightly.

Before him was a spacious, open-air terrace that had been meticulously decorated.

Soft string lights, like scattered stars, wound around the railings and the potted plants that had been specially brought in, guiding the way forward.

The platform was strangely quiet, with only the evening breeze whispering through.

Chu Chen stood in the center of the platform, his back to An Yi, standing tall and straight, yet radiating a strange stiffness.

He was wearing a perfectly pressed, clearly brand-new custom-tailored dark suit today, which showed off the great physique his usual casual clothes kept hidden—though a few stubborn strands of his slightly wavy hair still stuck up defiantly, making him look slightly out of place in this scene.

An Yi tilted his head with a small smile.

Hearing footsteps, Chu Chen turned around.

Only then did An Yi get a clear look at his face—he had clearly put a lot of effort into his appearance. Though his hair was still curly, there were obvious signs of effort to tame it. His face was visibly flushed with nervousness, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, knuckles white from the effort.

"A-An An! You're here!" His voice was struggling to sound calm.

An Yi walked forward, his gaze sweeping over the obviously carefully prepared scene before landing back on Chu Chen, his tone laced with a knowing smile: "Something very important?"

He paused, making a show of looking around: "What is it?"

Chu Chen's face went even redder in an instant. He opened his mouth, then finally gave up struggling, hanging his head like a child caught doing something wrong, and mumbled quietly: "...I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Just then, at the edge of the platform, from behind those seemingly decorative, waist-high potted plants, a group of people suddenly stood up in unison!

At least twenty or thirty of them, both men and women, most wearing glasses and casual clothes—clearly typical lab members or researchers.

They moved in perfect synchronization, their faces wearing a strange mix of excitement, nervousness, and... barely suppressed laughter.

An Yi had known they were hiding back there all along, but he didn't know what they were planning.

Before he could react, under the silent direction of someone standing in the front row like a leader, they took a deep breath, and then—

They began to sing.

Not speak, but sing.

In a... very earnest, very effortful, but pitch-wandering-like-a-runaway-spacecraft, rhythm-scattered, uneven-voiced manner, they started a choral rendition of a love song whose melody should have been beautiful!

"♪~ My love~~~ is like~~~ the cosmological constant~ eternal~ and~ unchanging~ ♪~"

"♪~ Your eyes~~~ are like~~~ a black hole~ pulling~ all~ of~ my~ light~ ♪~"

"..."

The moment the singing started, An Yi felt his ears and his sanity simultaneously suffer an unprecedented assault.

This couldn't be called bad singing—it was a... redefinition of music itself!

It was scientists launching a merciless dimensional reduction attack on art!

The lyrics were full of Chu Chen's clumsy attempts to romanticize scientific concepts, but paired with this earth-shattering, heaven-weeping performance, the effect was simply suffocating.

An Yi genuinely felt a wave of heat rush to his cheeks!

He was actually... blushing!!!

Not from shyness—it was a pure, extreme embarrassment mixed with an indescribable urge to burst out laughing, creating a physiological reaction!