TYMRHBDES Chapter 162
TYMRHBDES Chapter 162
The outermost seats, positions 1 and 5, were already taken. Logically, Jiang Wei could sit anywhere except the middle seat, but he still paused to consider his options.
Before he could make a choice, footsteps echoed from outside the hall. He looked up, his smile widening.
A slender figure entered the room, dressed in a loose, cream-colored polo shirt embroidered with a delicate fox on the chest, paired with light khaki trousers in the same casual style. Their features were delicate and impossibly beautiful.
Jiang Wei grinned. “Luo Luo!”
Jiang Luoluo waved a small hand, the pale pink fingertips tracing an arc in the air. A radiant smile lit up their snow-white face, and their clear, deer-like eyes sparkled with vitality as they bowed slightly to the group.
“Hello, everyone~”
“Holy shit! That’s the streamer! So cute!”
“Wife, wife, wife, wife!”
“Waaah! Where have you been these past few days, wife?! No streams either!”
Jiang Wei’s smile grew even brighter, his eyes fixed solely on Jiang Luoluo.
A flicker of light flashed in Zhou Jing’s eyes as his gaze settled on Jiang Luoluo.
Fang Yan watched the approaching figure with a practiced smile, secretly clenching his fist.
He knew Jiang Luoluo and had seen his photos.
But influencers and celebrities were worlds apart.
No matter how stunning someone looked in photos, the moment they stood beside a celebrity in real life, they were just waiting to be mocked. He hadn’t given him much thought.
Who knew he’d be so breathtakingly beautiful in person!
The five guests on the show each had their designated roles:
Pei Yu was the aloof Film Emperor, the refined and noble young master. Zhou Jing was the detached and indifferent type, uninterested in competition. Jiang Wei was the basketball god with explosive energy. And Fang Yan himself was the versatile idol, both cool and cute.
Everything had been perfectly balanced.
But now, this unknown eighteenth-tier influencer had suddenly appeared, looking like *that*! Where was he supposed to put his title as the male group’s visual center now?
What was the production team thinking?
Why invite someone like him?!
Jiang Luoluo, of course, had no idea about the undercurrents swirling around Fang Yan. He simply found his name vaguely familiar.
Jiang Wei, ever enthusiastic, called out, “Luo Luo! Come over here!”
He wanted to sit next to him.
Viewers in the live stream immediately noticed:
“LOL! Jiang Wei, could you be any more obvious?”
“Hahahaha, Brother Jiang! Does he think he’s here for a dating show?”
“Hahahaha, Jiang Wei is such a dork! Look at Emperor Zhou’s surprised expression, hahahaha…”
Jiang Luoluo had just taken a step forward when he clearly felt the atmosphere in the hall shift.
He looked up and noticed everyone’s gazes passing right through him, settling on the doorway behind him.
Pei Yu must have arrived.
As he thought this, he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a familiar voice near his ear:
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
Pei Yu reached for Jiang Luoluo’s wrist, but Jiang Luoluo sidestepped, avoiding his touch.
Mindful of the cameras, Jiang Luoluo stopped and plastered on a sweet, cloying fake smile:
“Hello, Teacher Pei.”
“Did I just see that right? Pei Yu was about to hold my wife’s hand!”
“Are you kidding me? Who even cares about your little streamer? It’s just the camera angle!”
“Pfft! Pei Yu’s eyes are practically glued to him. Only his delusional fans would believe otherwise!”
“Is that really Pei Yu? Isn’t he always aloof and expressionless? Wait, doesn’t this seem off to anyone else?”
“LOL! Everyone knows Brother Pei is homophobic. Can you guys stop shipping them?”
***
The online back-and-forth arguments sent the show’s popularity soaring, and the director grinned so wide his lips nearly touched his ears.
“See? Just like that, it’s a hit!”
In the main hall, the Little Fox Spirit smiled brightly, but Pei Yu could sense his anger.
Pei Yu lowered his voice. “Why are you walking so fast? Aren’t you—”
He glanced down at the Little Fox Spirit’s loose-fitting clothes, realizing he was trying to avoid chafing his legs.
Pei Yu murmured, “When we form teams later, stick with me.”
The Little Fox Spirit blinked his watery eyes, his delicate chin tilting slightly upward. He mouthed silently at Pei Yu, “No way.”
He had no intention of teaming up with that dog of a man.
Pei Yu kept insisting he was straight, but last night he had acted like he wanted to devour the Little Fox Spirit whole. If Luo Luo hadn’t cried and begged him to stop, the variety show they were supposed to film today would have been ruined.
His thighs still ached.
Damn Pei Yu, he’s so annoying.
The more Jiang Luoluo thought about it, the angrier he became. He quickly averted his gaze from Pei Yu and strode toward Jiang Wei.
The director’s voice boomed from behind, “Teachers, please take your seats.”
Pei Yu watched Jiang Luoluo warmly greeting Jiang Wei, feeling intensely irritated. With long strides, he crossed the short distance and deliberately walked between them, separating the pair.
“Alright, let’s sit down,” he said, his shoulder brushing against Jiang Luoluo’s as he guided him to seat number 4, next to Fang Yan at number 5. He himself naturally took the central seat.
This move effectively separated both Zhou Jing and Jiang Wei—a perfect double strike.
Jiang Wei had no choice but to take seat number 2, next to Zhou Jing.
With his romantic rival Pei Yu sitting right beside him, Jiang Wei’s mood soured.
—
“ Hahahaha, dying of laughter! What is Pei Yu doing?! He just pushed Jiang Luoluo away! Is he watching him *that* closely?!”
“So the rumors about Pei Yu being arrogant aren’t just hot air. He just took the center seat without even a greeting. How cocky can he get?!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, look at Film Emperor Pei acting like he’s facing a major threat. I can’t wait to see how he performs this episode!”
“Poor Brother Jiang! Pei Yu is really looking down on him, isn’t he?”
“Just get used to it. Look at Zhou Jing—he predicted this whole mess and withdrew early!”
“Damn! My wife is so gorgeous! Big eyes, small face, perfect proportions, and such natural charisma. A born star, absolutely stunning!”
“Honestly, Fang Yan sitting next to Jiang Luoluo is getting completely overshadowed!”
“All those PR articles about his ‘perfect’ profile are nothing compared to true divine beauty! The contrast is brutal—Fang Yan’s features are just too harsh. No wonder Pei Yu rejected him!”
“Can you people who believe every rumor just shut up? All you do is leech off others and try to outshine our Fang Yan. You’re getting way too cocky!”
“Even if your washed-up influencer master offered to pay Pei Yu, he still wouldn’t give him the time of day. /smirk/ /smirk/”
***
As everyone settled into their seats, the director produced a card and asked one of the guests to read the game rules aloud.
Fang Yan, eager to showcase himself, raised his hand and took the card. After a quick glance, he smiled.
“Taste of Qihai—Qihai, a renowned coastal city in our country, boasts a rich history and abundant marine resources. It has nurtured generations of Qihai residents and enriched the city’s unique cultural atmosphere.”
“Today, for the final stop of our ‘Taste of Time’ program, we’ve arrived in the legendary Qihai. The five guests will create unforgettable memories here over the next two days and one night.”
“The program begins with team formation. Your seating arrangements already determine your teams: teachers seated at even-numbered seats automatically form one team, while those at odd-numbered seats form the other…”
—” Hahahahaha, look at Pei Yu’s face! His attempt to outsmart them completely backfired and turned him dark!”
—”Tsk tsk tsk, so Zhou Jing, Pei Yu, and Fang Yan are on the same team? Arch-enemies and an admirer? Will Pei Yu really not storm off in a rage? Hahahahaha!”
“Who would have thought?! Jiang Wei actually came out on top! He’s teamed up with Luo Luo Baby!”
“Two days and one night? Knowing the show’s track record, they’ll probably make teammates share a bed! Damn it! My beautiful, delicate wife sharing a bed with a muscle-bound hunk? Is nothing going to happen?!”
If the live stream viewers could think of it, the show’s five guests certainly could too.
Jiang Luoluo remained remarkably composed.
He didn’t mind who he was paired with; whoever he shared a bed with, the nighttime footage would be broadcast.
With Pei Yu, the screen would likely be completely pixelated.
Jiang Wei’s thick eyebrows arched in delight, his joy barely contained.
Zhou Jing cast a casual glance toward the other four guests, his gaze lingering on someone in particular.
Only Pei Yu’s lips pressed into a tight line, his dark, piercing eyes sweeping over the show’s producers. The black cartilage earring glinted coldly under the lights, its sharp edges radiating an icy aura.
“What?”
The show’s producers felt aggrieved.
Their original plan had been to seat Jiang Luoluo and Fang Yan, the least famous guests, at positions 1 and 5 respectively. Pei Yu was meant to occupy the middle spot, forming a perfect trio.
This was definitely going to be exciting, absolutely lively, and guaranteed to satisfy Pei Yu.
Who could have predicted that Zhou Jing would take seat #1, completely disrupting their plans?
Facing Pei Yu’s icy glare, the director stammered, “This team isn’t permanent. We can still change it…”
Pei Yu’s expression softened slightly.
“When can we change it?” Pei Yu asked, his jaw tight as he glanced at the director.
The director nudged the assistant director, who blurted out, “We can change it tonight.”
Pei Yu sneered.
—
<i>”Pei Yu’s aura is so intense! I want to kneel at his feet and sing ‘Conquer’!”</i>
<i>”What’s wrong with the production team? How can a nationally popular variety show be afraid of Pei Yu?”</i>
<i>”Does anyone not know Pei Yu’s background? If his family so much as whispers, this show could be canceled immediately.”</i>
<i>”With that background and that face, he’s the ultimate player!”</i>
<i>”Seriously, why bother with a variety show to pursue love? Just lock her in a dark room and force her to love him! He chases, she flees—but she’ll never escape!”</i>
**Chapter 164: The Little Fox Spirit Seduced the Film Emperor and Became a Viral Sensation (20)**
The outermost seats, positions 1 and 5, were already taken. Logically, Jiang Wei could sit anywhere except the middle seat, but he still paused to consider his options.
Before he could make a choice, footsteps echoed from outside the hall. He looked up, his smile widening.
A slender figure entered the room, dressed in a loose, cream-colored polo shirt embroidered with a delicate fox on the chest, paired with light khaki trousers in the same casual style. Their features were delicate and impossibly beautiful.
Jiang Wei grinned. “Luo Luo!”
Jiang Luoluo waved a small hand, the pale pink fingertips tracing an arc in the air. A radiant smile lit up their snow-white face, and their clear, deer-like eyes sparkled with vitality as they bowed slightly to the group.
“Hello, everyone~”
<i>”Holy shit! That’s the streamer! So cute!”</i>
<i>”Wife, wife, wife, wife!”</i>
<i>”Waaah! Where have you been these past few days, wife?! No streams either!”</i>
Jiang Wei’s smile grew even brighter, his eyes fixed solely on Jiang Luoluo.
A flicker of light flashed in Zhou Jing’s eyes as his gaze settled on Jiang Luoluo.
Fang Yan watched the approaching figure with a practiced smile, secretly clenching his fist.
He knew Jiang Luoluo and had seen her photos.
But influencers and celebrities were worlds apart.
No matter how stunning someone looked in photos, the moment they stood beside a celebrity in real life, they were just waiting to be mocked. He hadn’t given her much thought.
Who knew she’d be so breathtakingly beautiful in person!
The five guests on the show each had their designated roles:
Pei Yu was the aloof Film Emperor, the refined and noble young master. Zhou Jing was the detached and indifferent type, uninterested in competition. Jiang Wei was the basketball god with explosive energy. And Fang Yan himself was the versatile idol, both cool and cute.
Everything had been perfectly balanced.
But now, this unknown eighteenth-tier influencer had suddenly appeared, looking like *that*! Where was he supposed to put his title as the male group’s visual center now?
What was the production team thinking?
Why invite someone like her?!
Jiang Luoluo, of course, had no idea about the undercurrents swirling around Fang Yan. She simply found his name vaguely familiar.
Jiang Wei, ever enthusiastic, called out, “Luo Luo! Come over here!”
He wanted to sit next to her.
Viewers in the live stream immediately noticed:
<i>”LOL! Jiang Wei, could you be any more obvious?”</i>
<i>”Hahahaha, Brother Jiang! Does he think he’s here for a dating show?”</i>
<i>”Hahahaha, Jiang Wei is such a dork! Look at Emperor Zhou’s surprised expression, hahahaha…”</i>
Jiang Luoluo had just taken a step forward when he clearly felt the atmosphere in the hall shift.
He looked up and noticed everyone’s gazes passing right through him, settling on the doorway behind him.
Pei Yu must have arrived.
As he thought this, he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a familiar voice near his ear:
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
Pei Yu reached for Jiang Luoluo’s wrist, but Jiang Luoluo sidestepped, avoiding his touch.
Mindful of the cameras, Jiang Luoluo stopped and plastered on a sweet, cloying fake smile:
“Hello, Teacher Pei.”
<i>”Did I just see that right? Pei Yu was about to hold my wife’s hand!”</i>
<i>”Are you kidding me? Who even cares about your little streamer? It’s just the camera angle!”</i>
<i>”Pfft! Pei Yu’s eyes are practically glued to him. Only his delusional fans would believe otherwise!”</i>
<i>”Is that really Pei Yu? Isn’t he always aloof and expressionless? Wait, doesn’t this seem off to anyone else?”</i>
<i>”LOL! Everyone knows Brother Pei is homophobic. Can you guys stop shipping them?”</i>
***
The online back-and-forth arguments sent the show’s popularity soaring, and the director grinned so wide his lips nearly touched his ears.
“See? Just like that, it’s a hit!”
In the main hall, the Little Fox Spirit smiled brightly, but Pei Yu could sense his anger.
Pei Yu lowered his voice. “Why are you walking so fast? Aren’t you—”
He glanced down at the Little Fox Spirit’s loose-fitting clothes, realizing he was trying to avoid chafing his legs.
Pei Yu murmured, “When we form teams later, stick with me.”
The Little Fox Spirit blinked his watery eyes, his delicate chin tilting slightly upward. He mouthed silently at Pei Yu, “No way.”
He had no intention of teaming up with that dog of a man.
Pei Yu kept insisting he was straight, but last night he had acted like he wanted to devour the Little Fox Spirit whole. If Luo Luo hadn’t cried and begged him to stop, the variety show they were supposed to film today would have been ruined.
His thighs still ached.
*Damn Pei Yu, he’s so annoying.*
The more Jiang Luoluo thought about it, the angrier he became. He quickly averted his gaze from Pei Yu and strode toward Jiang Wei.
The director’s voice boomed from behind, “Teachers, please take your seats.”
Pei Yu watched Jiang Luoluo warmly greeting Jiang Wei, feeling intensely irritated. With long strides, he crossed the short distance and deliberately walked between them, separating the pair.
“Alright, let’s sit down,” he said, his shoulder brushing against Jiang Luoluo’s as he guided her to seat number 4, next to Fang Yan at number 5. He himself naturally took the central seat.
This move effectively separated both Zhou Jing and Jiang Wei—a perfect double strike.
Jiang Wei had no choice but to take seat number 2, next to Zhou Jing.
With his romantic rival Pei Yu sitting right beside him, Jiang Wei’s mood soured.
—
“Hahahaha, dying of laughter! What is Pei Yu doing?! He just pushed Jiang Luoluo away! Is he watching her *that* closely?!”
“So the rumors about Pei Yu being arrogant aren’t just hot air. He just took the center seat without even a greeting. How cocky can he get?!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, look at Film Emperor Pei acting like he’s facing a major threat. I can’t wait to see how he performs this episode!”
“Poor Brother Jiang! Pei Yu is really looking down on him, isn’t he?”
“Just get used to it. Look at Zhou Jing—he predicted this whole mess and withdrew early!”
“Damn! My wife is so gorgeous! Big eyes, small face, perfect proportions, and such natural charisma. A born star, absolutely stunning!”
“Honestly, Fang Yan sitting next to Jiang Luoluo is getting completely overshadowed!”
“All those PR articles about his ‘perfect’ profile are nothing compared to true divine beauty! The contrast is brutal—Fang Yan’s features are just too harsh. No wonder Pei Yu rejected him!”
“Can you people who believe every rumor just shut up? All you do is leech off others and try to outshine our Fang Yan. You’re getting way too cocky!”
“Even if your washed-up influencer master offered to pay Pei Yu, he still wouldn’t give him the time of day. /smirk/ /smirk/”
***
As everyone settled into their seats, the director produced a card and asked one of the guests to read the game rules aloud.
Fang Yan, eager to showcase himself, raised his hand and took the card. After a quick glance, he smiled.
“Taste of Qihai—Qihai, a renowned coastal city in our country, boasts a rich history and abundant marine resources. It has nurtured generations of Qihai residents and enriched the city’s unique cultural atmosphere.”
“Today, for the final stop of our ‘Taste of Time’ program, we’ve arrived in the legendary Qihai. The five guests will create unforgettable memories here over the next two days and one night.”
“The program begins with team formation. Your seating arrangements already determine your teams: teachers seated at even-numbered seats automatically form one team, while those at odd-numbered seats form the other…”
—”Hahahahaha, look at Pei Yu’s face! His attempt to outsmart them completely backfired and turned him dark!”
—”Tsk tsk tsk, so Zhou Jing, Pei Yu, and Fang Yan are on the same team? Arch-enemies and an admirer? Will Pei Yu really not storm off in a rage? Hahahahaha!”
<i>”Who would have thought?! Jiang Wei actually came out on top! He’s teamed up with Luo Luo Baby!”</i>
<i>”Two days and one night? Knowing the show’s track record, they’ll probably make teammates share a bed! Damn it! My beautiful, delicate wife sharing a bed with a muscle-bound hunk? Is nothing going to happen?!”</i>
If the live stream viewers could think of it, the show’s five guests certainly could too.
Jiang Luoluo remained remarkably composed.
She didn’t mind who she was paired with; whoever she shared a bed with, the nighttime footage would be broadcast.
With Pei Yu, the screen would likely be completely pixelated.
Jiang Wei’s thick eyebrows arched in delight, his joy barely contained.
Zhou Jing cast a casual glance toward the other four guests, his gaze lingering on someone in particular.
Only Pei Yu’s lips pressed into a tight line, his dark, piercing eyes sweeping over the show’s producers. The black cartilage earring glinted coldly under the lights, its sharp edges radiating an icy aura.
“What?”
The show’s producers felt aggrieved.
Their original plan had been to seat Jiang Luoluo and Fang Yan, the least famous guests, at positions 1 and 5 respectively. Pei Yu was meant to occupy the middle spot, forming a perfect trio.
This was definitely going to be exciting, absolutely lively, and guaranteed to satisfy Pei Yu.
Who could have predicted that Zhou Jing would take seat #1, completely disrupting their plans?
Facing Pei Yu’s icy glare, the director stammered, “This team isn’t permanent. We can still change it…”
Pei Yu’s expression softened slightly.
“When can we change it?” Pei Yu asked, his jaw tight as he glanced at the director.
The director nudged the assistant director, who blurted out, “We can change it tonight.”
Pei Yu sneered.
—
“Pei Yu’s aura is so intense! I want to kneel at his feet and sing ‘Conquer’!”
“What’s wrong with the production team? How can a nationally popular variety show be afraid of Pei Yu?”
“Does anyone not know Pei Yu’s background? If his family do as much as whispers, this show could be canceled immediately.”
“With that background and that face, he’s the ultimate player!”
“Seriously, why bother with a variety show to pursue love? Just lock him in a dark room and force him to love him! He chases, he flees—but he’ll never escape!”
***
The teams had been formed, and the production crew distributed team uniforms to each group.
Pei Yu, Zhou Jing, and Fang Yan’s uniforms were all black, each tailored to their individual styles.
Jiang Luoluo and Jiang Wei’s uniforms were white.
Jiang Wei received his uniform and shook out his pants. “Mine are full-length.”
He then reached over and touched Jiang Luoluo’s pants. “Why are yours only mid-length shorts?”
Jiang Luoluo glanced down at the uniform in his hands.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the room. Pei Yu, his expression impassive, grabbed Jiang Luoluo’s arm and, as if no one else were present, led him into the dressing room.
The hall fell silent.
The live stream erupted in chaos.
