Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 27

During the broadcasts of the first and second episodes, Ran Lin was seated in front of the TV, ready and serious, almost to the point of performing a ritual bath and burning incense. But by the third episode, it couldn’t be said that he was entirely calm, but he definitely felt more relaxed.

On the surface, it wasn’t obvious. Ran Lin was still Ran Lin, the sofa was still the same sofa, even the posture—sitting upright with his legs crossed—remained unchanged.

Yet, as the person experiencing it, Ran Lin was acutely aware of the subtle shift in his attitude.

During the first episode, his heart was a mix of extreme nervousness and excitement, both anticipating surprises from the program and worrying about his performance. Hence, even a simple caption or voice-over would have him wide-eyed and breathing rapidly.

By the second episode, the excitement had almost vanished, leaving only unease and pessimism. Every time he appeared on the screen, he would think to himself, ‘Watch, there’s going to be another point of criticism.’

Now, it was finally the third episode.

The excitement and anticipation had receded somewhat, and the unease and pessimism had been swept away a bit, replaced by a sense of nostalgia and warmth for revisiting memories. He watched like one would a mystery movie, guessing the editing, post-production, and the director’s thought process, feeling secretly pleased when right and criticizing the director when wrong. He also watched like viewing a family video, issuing belated sighs at those past joyful moments.

It was a strange and enjoyable experience.

Ran Lin couldn’t pinpoint the origin of this change, but he was enjoying it.

“Why do we have sunscreen when we’re stranded on a deserted island and even struggling for food?”

Lu Yiyao on TV looked baffled, as if Xia Xinran was an alien.

“Right, I-I got stranded. Everything was washed away by the sea, and only it remained. Isn’t that strange?”

Xia Xinran’s unreasonable argument left earthlings defenseless.

“Can I give it back to Xia Xinran now?”

The screen showed Ran Lin, looking confident but a bit foolish.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Since it’s a treasure… then I also want to try some.”

After Lu Yiyao spoke, the subtitle team added a caption for Ran Lin in a flowery font—[What should I do if my teammate is crazy? Urgently waiting online*!]

*It’s a meme, basically meaning urgently waiting online (for a reply/answer to the question I’m asking).

Ran Lin was so amused he couldn’t close his mouth, wishing he could award the post-production team an “Understanding Sister” medal.

This was the first time Lu Yiyao joked with everyone, Ran Lin thought uncertainly. It seemed from here on, the atmosphere among the drifting team slowly moved away from awkwardness towards warmth and friendliness, although occasionally marred by love-hate moments.

On TV, Gu Jie found a coconut!

The camera shifted, and Lu Yiyao was still circling a cactus.

The subtitle team gave the cactus a line—[Little demon, you can’t escape my grasp!]

Lu Yiyao on screen radiated a desire to uproot the cactus.

Ran Lin laughed mercilessly at the TV.

No one could hear him anyway.

But as much as he mocked, his eyes couldn’t leave the screen. The directionally challenged guy on TV was adorably cute, especially when everyone finally gathered together, acting as if nothing had happened, making one want to pinch his pretentious face.

Then it was everyone working together to build a shelter out of coconut leaves.

Followed by trying to start a fire.

On screen, Lu Yiyao was focused and meticulous, while Ran Lin, assisting him, looked on in admiration.

When filming, Ran Lin hadn’t felt it, but now, seeing his own fanboy face on screen, he couldn’t imagine what Lu Yiyao would think.

Worse, the post-production team added a voice-over for him—[Wow, serious men are the most handsome…]

Just when Ran Lin thought the show’s team was fixed on cuteness and couldn’t help but feel amused, a second voice-over popped up—[I also want to become a man who stands tall and proud!]

What is this!

Ran Lin wanted to cry. Even if his face looked the youngest among the five, they didn’t have to create a vibe of a father taking his son camping…

“It’s lit!”

“Hoo—”

‘Well, if it’s a son, then let it be,’ Ran Lin thought, watching on TV as he accidentally blew out the spark in the coconut husk, suddenly finding the preschooler persona quite appealing.

After all, God forgives the mistakes of little children…

“Actually, I think… we don’t necessarily need fire… Um, do you like sashimi?”

Ran Lin on screen asked innocently.

Lu Yiyao on screen looked disheartened, but the subtitle provided a different tone—[Eh? That’s not a bad idea (⊙ o ⊙)!]

The crazy contrast brought a particularly adorable comedic effect.

Ran Lin felt that Lu Yiyao’s persona in this variety show could be established—a shy boy with rich inner thoughts.

In the program, the poor Drifting Team finally enjoyed a seafood feast. It was evident on screen that Xia Xinran loved shellfish, while Lu Yiyao preferred shrimp.

On screen, Ran Lin seemed to have discovered something. The camera followed his gaze, giving a close-up of Lu Yiyao’s full palm.

The blistered skin under the high-definition camera looked even more painful.

Ran Lin, beside the bonfire, watched Lu Yiyao for a long time, and the post-production team spoke for him—[That must hurt a lot.]

Lu Yiyao finally glanced over, which Ran Lin saw as somewhat puzzled; clearly, Lu Yiyao didn’t know what he was looking at then, but the post-production team still completed the narrative—[It’s alright. I’m a man.]

‘Lu Yiyao would definitely complain about the added drama,’ Ran Lin thought with amusement.

After thinking about it, he was a bit worried whether Lu Yiyao would notice his gaze.

At that time, it was purely admiration and sympathy.

But now… he wasn’t so guilt-free.

Lu Yiyao: “When I was in middle school, I joined the scouts; these were essential skills. Later, in college, I’d occasionally go camping with friends. It’s cheaper than traveling.”

Ran Lin: “Oh right, you studied abroad.”

Ran Lin: “Have you ever encountered a bear while camping?”

Lu Yiyao: “…”

Lu Yiyao: “Are you serious?”

Ran Lin: “Of course I’m joking.”

Lu Yiyao: “…”

Post-production voice-over—[If being serious is a mistake, then I’ll change it!]

Ran Lin was utterly charmed by the bewildered Lu Yiyao.

Who could resist this natural flirt, which left him feeling up and down? Such wicked straight-guy flirting should indeed leave someone feeling forlorn a few times!

The sun set, and the moon rose. The stars filled the sky, and waves lapped the shore, bringing a cool night breeze.

Xia Xinran was quietly called away, leaving the remaining four with new tasks assigned shortly afterward.

In the following ten minutes, Ran Lin understood what luxury meant.

Xia Xinran’s experience was akin to “a night in heaven”!

A luxurious and spacious hotel suite, a wide variety of late-night snacks, from Chinese to Western to Japanese cuisine, all for Xia Xinran, the food lover, to indulge in. Then, a relaxing, exotic spa treatment, followed by a blissful sleep in a king-sized bed.

In contrast, they spent the same ten minutes working hard—smoke and fire, fanning, grilling skewers, cooking pineapple rice—demonstrating all kinds of skills just to earn money for the person fast asleep.

Even the subtitle team couldn’t bear to watch, providing a rare, conscientious voice-over—[One night in Sanya, you’ve suffered so much…]

The scene shifted to Xia Xinran, fast asleep, with a special effect word cloud above his head—[The pineapple rice is so delicious, it’s making my mouth water…]

Clearly, Xia Xinran’s foodie character, even in dreams, was unchallenged and stood proudly.

The production team kept their promise, not revealing any exterior information about Lu Yiyao’s private residence. The scene cut directly to the villa’s living room with post-production special effects transitioning the shot.

Then came the highlight—Truth or Dare.

Ran Lin quickly sat up, not wanting to miss a single scene. As he watched, he realized the director had cut out the part where Xia Xinran asked Zhang Beichen if giving up first place in the first episode was intentional.

Ran Lin was a bit surprised. He thought that even if everything else was cut, this segment would be kept because it seemed like a topic that could ignite discussions or even controversies. Even though Xia Xinran later defused it as a joke, fans’ tendency to overinterpret wouldn’t be quelled by the idols’ clarification.

Moreover, the production team could have used crafty editing and guiding subtitles to intensify the topic and steer public opinion.

But there was none of that.

It was simply cut out, clean, and straightforward.

This kind of editing and post-production that avoided sensitive points and emphasized team spirit seemed to have started in the second episode and became clearer in the third. Ran Lin could only think of one possibility—the feedback from the first episode was so damaging that the production team decided to thoroughly change their approach.

Regardless of the truth, this blend of passion and humor was indeed much more enjoyable than competition and conflict.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The sudden question pulled Ran Lin back to the present.

On the TV, Zhang Beichen was staring intently at him.

Ran Lin almost forgot about this segment, his body jolting in realization.

Zhang Beichen had already been sending signals back then, a discovery that made Ran Lin break out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Beichen had protected himself too well.

Despite a harmonious recording, he hadn’t shown much enthusiasm on the program. This could be just his personality, as not everyone is as outgoing as Xia Xinran, not to mention that they just recorded a theme song together, barely more than an acquaintance.

But now, Ran Lin tended to think he was being cautious, not necessarily of him but of everyone, of the entire program. Any hint of risk, and he wouldn’t show his hand.

The person on screen asking about love at first sight was the same, appearing so natural. In comparison, the one being asked, himself, seemed oddly uncomfortable, quickly turning the question to Lu Yiyao, fearing a follow-up.

At that time, he was only waiting for Lu Yiyao’s question and didn’t look at Zhang Beichen again.

Now, through the lens, he clearly saw the fleeting complexity in Zhang Beichen’s eyes.

There might have been disappointment, but it wasn’t just that; there were other indescribable emotions.

But that light disappeared too quickly, and the Zhang Beichen on screen remained natural, flawless, and impeccable.

When Zhang Beichen flirted in Dubai, Ran Lin thought for a moment that he had been taken over by a different soul because his behavior was completely different from the Zhang Beichen he knew.

But now, putting together these previously unnoticed details, the two Zhang Beichens seemed to overlap.

Yet this overlapped figure was still just an outline, like looking through frosted glass.

People who protect themselves too much are always hard to see through.

Being propositioned in the circle wasn’t new to Ran Lin. He wasn’t sure if it was because the proportion of gays in the circle was high or if the field itself was more open to such things. As long as mutual radar confirmation was established, most would come over to flirt, not talking about love or affection, just seizing the time between schedules to enjoy a night together—just as Zhang Beichen said, a mutual understanding, simple and not too complicated.

Ran Lin’s rejection was always consistent—sorry, I’m straight.

It was both a refusal and a way to protect himself. Like those who approached him, seeing him as someone without fame or temper and seemingly tight-lipped.

But not everyone can be as straightforward as Zhang Beichen.

Some, who persistently harassed him via WeChat or phone, Ran Lin simply blocked.

With the examples of his seniors, Ran Lin actually didn’t dislike Zhang Beichen. Even if he flirted and realized there was no hope, the man withdrew cleanly, retreating back to a comfortable friendship. If this was also due to a self-protection mechanism, then Ran Lin quite liked it—protecting oneself without causing trouble to others.

But love at first sight?

He didn’t believe in it.

Despite Zhang Beichen’s unprecedented tenderness in his eyes and tone when asking the question, Ran Lin still felt something was off. The tenderness came too quickly and left in a hurry, as if it was meant for the question itself, or the “shadow” in that question.

There must be someone who made Zhang Beichen fall in love at first sight.

Ran Lin didn’t know who it was, but it definitely wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry.”

The result of thinking aimlessly and too much was that Ran Lin had already apologized to Lu Yiyao on screen.

The jokes and banter from the companions delayed a few minutes, also lightening the atmosphere suddenly.

Then came Lu Yiyao’s response. “Forget it.”

Revisiting this scene, Ran Lin felt increasingly that this person was gentle.

He didn’t need to speak softly or smile like a gentleman; his gentleness came from within, a kind of warm kindness that everyone around could feel.

If this man were married, he would surely spoil his wife to the heavens.

Even after the program ended, Ran Lin still envied the hypothetical lucky lady.

“How do you feel?” Wang Xi’s call was almost inevitable, usually within fifteen minutes after the program’s end.

“It was okay…” Ran Lin typically reserved his true feelings when talking to his agent to avoid being criticized too harshly.

“It really got better with each episode. If you had performed like this in the first episode, you wouldn’t have been torn apart so badly. What a waste of your good looks.”

Although it was meant as a compliment, it always sounded like criticism when it came from Wang Xi.

“But what was that apology about?” Wang Xi’s tone grew serious. “If it weren’t for the other guests and the subtitle team diverting to the daytime fire-making, fans would definitely have linked it to previous speculations.”

Ran Lin: “…”

Wang Xi: “Are you passively resisting?”

Ran Lin, flustered, quickly said, “I had no excuse. I could only admit my fault.”

Wang Xi sighed. “Do you really feel so sorry for Lu Yiyao that you apologized on camera?”

Looking back now, Ran Lin also felt he had been impulsive, but perhaps the atmosphere was too good at the time, and he unconsciously spoke his heart…

“Lucky Lu Yiyao didn’t react weirdly, and he actually let it go.” Wang Xi couldn’t stand it. “You two naive sweethearts are a perfect match; even meeting at the airport seems like fate.”

Ran Lin grinned sheepishly, his voice sweet. “Really?”

Wang Xi detected the laughter but was confused. “What are you laughing about?”

Ran Lin came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and changed the subject without answering. “Xi Jie, I’m planning to reinstall Weibo.”

Wang Xi was surprised. “Oh, recovering so soon? Aren’t you afraid of being shattered by haters* again?”

*Black powder. Note: Powder refers to fans/fandom, while a black powder is an anti-fan.

Ran Lin held his forehead and said, “Sister, considering I’ve just painstakingly pieced together my glass heart, could you be a bit gentler with your teasing?”

“You shouldn’t have uninstalled it in the first place—such a small matter.” Wang Xi scoffed.

But Ran Lin knew she was happy, remembering her understanding when he had uninstalled it.

“Thank you for all your help these days,” Ran Lin sincerely said.

“There weren’t many Weibo posts. Besides, we’re all working towards the same goal. Don’t think it’s because we love you.”

Ran Lin chuckled. “Using love as motivation is so cute.”

Wang Xi didn’t want to talk to her artist anymore; it was a strain on her IQ.

Ran Lin didn’t lie to Wang Xi. After ending the call, he immediately redownloaded the Weibo app.

The familiar big eyes appeared on his phone screen, and Ran Lin found himself actually missing it.

The new messages and @mentions on the homepage weren’t many, probably because Wang Xi had checked the comments during the program’s broadcast.

Skipping the comments—too unpredictable and risky, best saved for last—Ran Lin first opened his own profile.

Having been away for half a month, aside from the regular reposts of trailers and behind-the-scenes from the program, there were actually four real interactive Weibo posts. Arranged in chronological order from oldest to most recent—

The day before the fourth episode’s filming:

[I’ve already made a secret strategy 🐶 #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

Five minutes after the second episode’s broadcast, with a picture of panda babies from Chengdu Panda Base:

[“Tumbling” through the red dust. 😏 [Image] #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

The day before the fifth episode’s filming:

[What tasks await us in the desert~~ Ah, just thinking about it feels so thrilling. 🐶 #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

Nine minutes after the third episode’s broadcast, just before Wang Xi’s call:

[Someone sneakily enjoying a dreamy night doesn’t get photo edits. 🐶 //Xia Xinran: Can’t you edit it before posting!!! //Lu Yiyao: [Image] #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

These few posts should have taken just a glance to go through, but Ran Lin stared at them for a long time.

He thought his Weibo would be dismal except for the promotional posts for the program, but surprisingly, there was a bit of prosperity.

The last post was clearly reposted by Wang Xi, with her favorite dog-head icon. In this post, the picture Lu Yiyao uploaded was a group selfie they took at the beach villa after filming the third episode. Birthday boy Xia Xinran, wearing a paper crown, was flanked by his four guardians, laughing like a kid, devoid of his usual beautiful looks.

Ran Lin hurriedly checked Xia Xinran’s Weibo to see if it was just him or if the others had also spoken up.

Sure enough, every post could be matched on Xia Xinran’s page.

[I strongly request to go to Disneyland. 🤪 🤪 🤪#NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin @Zhang Beichen]

[I love spicy hot pot so much. 🥲 #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin @Zhang Beichen]

[Rich guy, let’s be friends! 🤑 #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin @Zhang Beichen]

[Can’t you edit it before posting!!! //Lu Yiyao: [Image] #NationalFirstLoveDriftDiary# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

But there was also a new post, just two minutes ago—

[I also feel sorry for your blister just like @Ran Lin 😭 😭 But then again, why didn’t you say anything at the time? Did you think you are Captain America or something? 😠 @Lu Yiyao”

Compared to the previous posts tagged with the show’s name and TV station, this one had turned into a casual interaction and teasing among friends, especially evident when compared to the earlier posts—the format was more relaxed and the tone more familiar.

Ran Lin’s heart started beating faster.

Taking a deep breath, he sneakily clicked into Lu Yiyao’s Weibo.

[Shanghai, here I come! #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

[Of course, a visit to Chengdu must include Wuhou Shrine and Du Fu Thatched Cottage 👐#NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

[Hearing that I’m going to Dubai, my family has already sent me a shopping list and style pictures 🤷 #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

[[Image] #NationalFirstLoveDriftingStory# @XXTV @Gu Jie @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen]

When Ran Lin saw the third post, he instantly remembered Lu Yiyao’s desolate struggle with packing, which was hilariously pitiful.

Seeing the fourth post, his smile faded a bit, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Clicking on the image in the fourth post again, Ran Lin somewhat understood why Xia Xinran was so frustrated. The photo wasn’t just about being barefaced; due to the angle needed to fit everyone in, the image was somewhat distorted, reducing everyone’s handsomeness by a factor of four. Plus, with everyone laughing unrestrainedly, even Xia Xinran had a rare appearance of a double chin. It was a testament to their friendship that he didn’t throw a metaphorical dagger at Lu Yiyao.

That photo was shared in their WeChat group that night, so everyone had it.

But Ran Lin didn’t expect Lu Yiyao to post it, tagging all four of them.

Although it still looked like a promotional format, he felt that there must be some camaraderie formed over several episodes.

Ran Lin spent more time on Lu Yiyao’s Weibo than on his own or Xia Xinran’s combined.

He was so engrossed that when he finally remembered to go back to his homepage and refreshed it, two new posts with Lu Yiyao’s avatar appeared—

[Is it me you pity, or my blister? 💦 //Xia Xinran: [I also feel sorry for your blister just like @Ran Lin 😭 😭 But then again, why didn’t you say anything at the time? Did you think you are Captain America or something? 😠 @Lu Yiyao]

[Here, let you have a good look [Image] @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen @Gu Jie]

Ran Lin was stunned by the two fresh Weibo posts. Especially the last one, where he was the first to be tagged, different from the usual order. Normally, it would mean Lu Yiyao wasn’t particular about the order, just casually tagging four people, regardless of sequence. But in a more imaginative interpretation, he felt Lu Yiyao really wanted to tag him first, hence only typing “you” instead of “you all” in the original text, and later perhaps thought it was too conspicuous, so he tagged everyone.

Ran Lin was startled by his own thoughts, feeling like he’d go crazy if he continued this way.

Not knowing what to do, he clicked on Lu Yiyao’s picture…

And all thoughts vanished.

It was a close-up photo of a hand with a ruptured blister. The fresh skin underneath streaked with blood, making it truly heart-wrenching to see, and made one want to scold the person who posted it.

Refreshing the homepage again.

Sure enough, one of their friends had already expressed what everyone was thinking—

[Crazy, I just finished my late-night snack!!!! //Lu Yiyao: Here, let you have a good look [Image] @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen @Gu Jie]

Through the phone screen, Ran Lin could imagine Gu Jie’s fiery reaction.

Refreshed again, and Xia Xinran and Zhang Beichen chimed in—

[Do I have company to beat him up? //Crazy, I just finished my late-night snack!!!! //Lu Yiyao: Here, let you have a good look [Image] @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen @Gu Jie]

[😏 //Xia Xinran: Do I have company to beat him up? //Crazy, I just finished my late-night snack!!!! //Lu Yiyao: Here, let you have a good look [Image] @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen @Gu Jie]

Ran Lin couldn’t help his lips curling up and finally decided to contribute to the group’s effort—

[Count me in 🤖 //Zhang Beichen: 😏 //Xia Xinran: Do I have company to beat him up? //Crazy, I just finished my late-night snack!!!! //Lu Yiyao: Here, let you have a good look [Image] @Ran Lin @Xia Xinran @Zhang Beichen @Gu Jie]

The homepage finally calmed down.

The number of new messages had multiplied several times.

Ran Lin didn’t delay any further, took a deep breath, and opened all the new messages—

Muxi Clan Society: [After three episodes, I’ve turned into a fan of yours. Keep it up!]

For You Alone: [Time reveals a person’s heart. You’re truly a warm-hearted man!]

Staying Up Before Exam Watching Variety Show: [Been a fan since the first episode. Idols who love to laugh can’t be bad people!]

Angel’s Little Wings in Summer: [Thank you for choosing Xiaxia’s favorite Black Forest cake ❤️ ❤️]

Lu Manman’s Eternal Heart: [Thank you for accompanying God Lu in fire-making. Being under the sun for hours, even though you blew out the spark of hope in one breath, since God Lu said it’s okay, then it’s okay. I criticized you before, but you did ride God Lu’s coattails. Let’s call it even, from black to fan~]

Heart Flying in Burning Noodles: [I just want to ask those who previously criticized Ran Lin, shouldn’t you come and apologize?]

Beauty Like Jade: [Climbing over the wall to ask, what brand is Xiaxia’s sunscreen? Really want to know 😂]

No More Shopping or I’ll Chop My Hands Off: [Replying to @Beauty Like Jade: I knew I wasn’t the only one curious about the sunscreen! The program’s pixelation was too cruel, torturing my OCD! 🤪 🤪 🤪]

A Man Who Doesn’t Strip: [So is the Green Forest CP over? Why were the last two episodes all about righteous camaraderie? 😭]

My Idol Definitely Doesn’t Weigh 200 Pounds: [What’s the Green Forest CP?]

A Man Who Doesn’t Strip: [Replying to @My Idol Definitely Doesn’t Weigh 200 Pounds: Green (Lu 陆) Forest (Lin 霖)*, you know 😃]

*Clarity: The Lu from (陆) Lu Yiyao and Lin (霖) from Ran Lin doesn’t actually mean Green Forest. This person is referencing Green Forest [Lu Lin] (绿林) which is a homophone [Lu Lin] (陆霖).

No Fun Without Lu: [Replying to @A Man Who Doesn’t Strip: CP fans, get lost! Was about to turn from black to fan, but seeing you guys, I won’t. Forever black for CP shippers!]

My Idol Definitely Doesn’t Weigh 200 Pounds: [Replying to @No Fun Without Lu: No need to get so angry…]

Treasure Green Forest and Nestle in My Heart: [Replying to @No Fun Without Lu: Sorry, didn’t manage well. I’ll take them back to the forums. Please don’t involve the idols. Turn into a fan as you should, muah.]

Wishing Lantern: [I’m a sole fan of Ran Lin and also don’t support CP shipping, but why do I feel a little sorry for the CP fans quietly returning to their corner…]

Wind Blows Clouds Moving the Unmoved Heart: [Anyone with clear eyes can see the main characters’ relationship is getting better. Fans continuing to fight will only be embarrassing.]

Little Fan of Burning Noodle’s House: [Replying to @ Wind Blows Clouds Moving the Unmoved Heart: Right, right, everyone should just support their own favorites. As long as there’s no malice, and the celebrities themselves have a good relationship, it’s all taken as a joke. On the contrary, hurtful words are the worst. Kind words warm for three winters, harsh words chill to the bone.]

Ran Lin felt particularly fond of the ID ” Little Fan of Burning Noodle’s House” as if he had seen it before.

Thinking for a moment, Ran Lin exited Weibo, opened WeChat, and indeed found this ID in the photo shared by Lu Yiyao.

It really was a little fan who had been supporting him all along.

“Good,” Ran Lin announced solemnly to his phone screen. “You’ve successfully caught my attention.”

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could laugh, a new message came from Lu Yiyao.

Ran Lin, staring at Lu Yiyao’s chat window, was startled when the message appeared, feeling as if he’d been caught red-handed.

Lu Yiyao sent another picture, but this time it was just one, without any mosaic, revealing all the details. The moment Ran Lin opened the enlarged image, he was startled by the imposing formation of Yiyao’s fans—

Love Yao for Life: [God Lu, your bewildered expression when Ran Lin asked if you had ever encountered a bear was so adorable!!! So, did you ever encounter a bear while camping? 🐶]

Dreaming of Iceland: [God Lu, did you encounter any bears while camping? 🐶]

Mr. Lotus-Mouthed: [God Lu, did you encounter any bears while camping? 🐶]

Hail Comes Lalala: [God Lu, did you encounter any bears while camping? 🐶]

Black Coffee: [God Lu, did you encounter any bears while camping? 🐶]

……

As the initiator of this question, Ran Lin felt deeply guilty.

But—

The fans, with their devilish charm, had the idol take the blame!

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