Chapter 338: The Seventeenth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 338: Day Seventeen in the Entertainment Industry World

"Filming a show." Just those few words.

The show was called "Love Relativity."

A dating show.

A dating show!

He'd been glued to the livestream all day, watching An Yi and that girl Ruan Bingxuan do the dishes together. The two didn't talk much, but they looked great together on screen—harmonious and easy on the eyes. The camera even zoomed in on Ruan Bingxuan's wrist, where her heart rate had ticked up slightly.

The comments were buzzing with "Bingxuan × An Yi" shipping.

Then in the evening, he picked Lin Yan—why Lin Yan?

That choice caught him off guard, but what bugged him more was a vague sense of... displeasure, like losing a court case and having a knot of frustration stuck in his chest.

Whether it was Ruan Bingxuan, Lin Yan, or anyone else, he felt... An Yi was too young, too green to know what real love was.

On a show like this, every expression and interaction got blown up by the cameras, picked apart by viewers shipping people left and right, and could even lead to misplaced attachments or impulsive feelings... It was way too reckless.

He stared at An Yi's curt reply, thinking about the polite, gentle smile he gave everyone on the show, and felt a weird tightness in his chest.

He figured that, as a friend, he had a duty to remind An Yi when the time was right.

But now didn't seem to be that time.

He could only swallow this inexplicable irritation and replied: "Get some rest. The show... don't take it too seriously."

After sending it, he felt it was a little too obvious, but he didn't want to unsend it either.

It took half an hour for An Yi to reply: "We'll see. (Yellow smiley)"

That polite, distant reply made Yu Ziyun on the other end frown even deeper.

And... what the hell did "we'll see" even mean?

Was he seriously planning to find someone on this show?

Yu Ziyun's worry only grew.

When his follow-up message went unanswered, he decided he had to do something.

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The next day, the "Love Relativity" livestream continued.

After a night of brewing, the first day's choices and interactions had sparked a firestorm of discussion online.

Hashtags like #AnYiTripleKillOnFirstImpressionCards#, #CangXingjinRuanBingxuan#, and #AnYiChoosesLinYan# kept cycling through the trending list.

An Yi's fame shot up like a rocket. His sparse past works and obscure boy band history were dug up, but mostly, viewers were blown away by his stunning looks and vibe.

Soon, #HowCanSuchABeautyExistInThisWorld# also hit the trending list.

When An Yi woke up, he grabbed his phone and saw the messages Deng Yingrui had sent him: "..."

A beauty?

Who?

Him?

An Yi let out a little laugh. Sure, whatever.

The morning's livestream theme was "Heartbeat Resonance."

The production team set up a bunch of mini-games requiring guys and girls to team up or compete, all meant to help them get to know each other through fun activities. Meanwhile, real-time heart rate tracking meant every interaction, every glance, every accidental touch could be taken as proof of a "heart flutter."

During the activities, An Yi stayed the steady "rock" as always.

He was solid at the games, clicked seamlessly with any partner, and stayed warm and encouraging—but his heart rate never budged, totally unflappable.

Meanwhile, the guests who interacted with him—whether as partners or opponents—all had their heart rates spiking.

Comments:

"Is An Yi's heart rate superglued or something?"

"He really seems to just be playing the game for real..."

"This is a dating show! You're not here to win—you're here to date! Look at the guests around you!"

"But everyone who plays with him has a shaky heart rate! That's some real succubus energy!"

"Yangyang smiled so sweet when paired with An Yi! This ship is adorable too!"

"Miao Bin's staring at An Yi like he wants to eat him alive!"

"Something's off here, right?"

"..."

Cang Xingjin stayed quiet.

He watched An Yi glide effortlessly between people, pulling in more and more attention, and the tangled feeling in his chest grew heavier.

He tried to focus on something else, but he kept getting pulled back to An Yi without meaning to.

That realization left Cang Xingjin frustrated and... restless in a way he couldn't put into words.

Over the next few days, they did pottery together, painted together, and used the anonymous confession box at night...

In short, it finally felt like an actual dating show.

With the guests' built-in buzz, all sorts of CPs were blowing up online.

Like An Yi × Miao Bin's "Vaccine CP," An Yi × Ruan Bingxuan's "Ice Cream CP," An Yi × Yu Tongxin's "Easy CP," Cang Xingjin × Ruan Bingxuan's "Star-Spin Mystified CP," Bo Yangxia × Hao Yangyang's "Sunshine Proud CP," and so on...

Viewers watched the show with a fine-tooth comb, catching every micro-expression, which meant Cang Xingjin's little expressions were completely exposed. As a result... the show's hottest CP wasn't even a straight pairing, or even a duo!

It was the Miao Bin × An Yi × Cang Xingjin love triangle!

In their story, Miao Bin was the seductive side piece, Cang Xingjin was the original partner from the same company, and An Yi was the wishy-washy scumbag torn between the two, occasionally flirting with others.

During the day, they filmed the show in different groups, each one nursing their own bitterness.

But at night, once the cameras cut, An Yi would pay the price!

Hate-fucking! Fucking until we forget heaven and earth!

Fan fiction and fan art were popping up left and right.

Things like "Click ❤️ to ❤️ see ❤️ An ❤️ Yi ❤️ getting ❤️ out ❤️ of ❤️ the ❤️ bath ❤️..."

"Sandwich cookie content, come to my page! (Yellow bean with heart eyes)"

"That night, everyone lost their minds, and An Yi couldn't even tell who was coming into his room! Just then, An Yi's pale, soft fingertips were grabbed by a big, tanned hand... ah~"

An Yi: "..."

This is insane!

Is this for real?!

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The night had grown late, and the city's dazzling lights stretched out like a sea of stars beyond the house.

Only a single desk lamp was on in the study, its dim yellow light casting his tall, straight-backed figure against the wall and deepening the shadows across his brows.

Yu Ziyun turned off the intense fan edit video of *Love Relativity* playing on the computer screen.

The final frame froze on An Yi smiling at an anonymous question, saying, "What a cute letter."

A barrage of comments covered his face, mostly screaming and CP-related chatter.

He pinched the bridge of his high, straight nose, trying to dispel the fatigue accumulated over the past few days and something hotter.

For several days straight, he felt like an obsessed voyeur.

Whenever he had a spare moment, he couldn't help but search for clips of An Yi from the show, fan discussion threads, and even those CP mashup videos that made him furious and left his chest tight.