[Holy crap, sis, you're amazing! Ms. Autumn Waters stopped accepting projects a long time ago, how did you manage that?]
[Oh my god, the imperial court has finally distributed disaster relief grain! We've been waiting impatiently!]
[Ahhh, it's Ms. Autumn Waters! A gem in the fanfiction world. I reasonably suspect he's a fan too; he's seen every single one of the movies. This nickname probably originated from Gu Suian's debut work.]
[!! There's even a romance?! Isn't Ms. Autumn Waters always writing plot-driven stories? Sister, how sweet are you? You managed to coax Ms. Autumn Waters into not only accepting the assignment but also abandoning her principles.]
Strawberry Bobo's nose is almost pointing to the sky, and every word seems to be followed by a tilde, making it very charming.
[Strawberry Bobo: I'm imitating Shawshank Redemption]
Redemption
I greet my wife every morning, noon, and night, and share my good mood with her whenever I feel like it. I'm not bragging, but I can also charm someone into becoming an embryo, so of course, even Ms. Autumn Waters couldn't resist!
[Strawberry Bobo: There is a romantic storyline, but I feel that Ms. Autumn Waters shy, so I let her develop it freely.]
[Strawberry Bobo: Don't worry, they're all healthy and green versions that can be approved. But it's not like some platform where you can't even hold hands below the neck, but you can write about kissing above the neck. It's really speechless.]
Gu Suian's fans are very good at providing emotional value; the comments are all praise. Strawberry Bobo was almost coaxed into becoming an embryo, constantly giggling.
She turned around, took out her phone, and started sending love messages to Ms. Autumn Waters.
On the other end, Wen Feiran's phone vibrated incessantly. He froze, afraid of being caught on camera, and secretly went to the bathroom to reply.
When he first returned from the transmigration, he couldn't even afford to eat, so he had to choose the fastest way to make money. After taking on a few fanfiction projects, he unexpectedly became famous and became a well-known wife in the entire circle, with commissions pouring in.
But as he accumulated more and more aliases, he couldn't manage them all, so he temporarily put up a "closed" sign. However, this girl named Strawberry Bobo was very sincere and had excellent communication skills, so Wen Feiran softened and agreed.
[Qiushui: Okay. jpg]
[Qiushui, I've been quite busy lately, so my progress has been slow. Can I send you the draft this weekend?]
[Strawberry Bobo: No problem!]
[Strawberry Bobo: It was still within the time frame, Ms. Autumn Waters, you're the most punctual one, everyone trusts you completely!]
[Strawberry Bobo: Honey, it's cloudy and raining here today, sad face]
[Strawberry Bobo: But when I saw your message, suddenly the sun shone through! This must be fate, my dear wife. You are our light, and I will not allow anyone to go against you!!!]
Wen Feiran read through the message word by word, then calmly pinched her burning ears before replying with a heart emoji.
He put away his phone, composed himself, and then came out of the room.
The live stream continued into the evening.
Wen Feiran is very down-to-earth; she can cook dinner for herself. She's also quite abstract; after cooking, she doesn't eat immediately but inexplicably goes to clean the toilet first.
Although these were all very ordinary little things, the number of viewers in the live stream did not decrease; they treated it as a form of companionship.
As night deepened, Wen Feiran took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.
He loved taking hot showers, and in his excitement, he completely forgot about the camera.
The viewers in the live stream were just getting bored because of Wen Feiran's temporary departure when they noticed several water streaks on the frosted glass and heard singing coming from inside.
It's a very energetic rock song with a strong metallic feel, interspersed with Wen Feiran's inexplicable screams.
Viewers in the live stream:???
[I was careless; I never expected Wen Feiran to be like this!]
[Haha, this is a kind of collapse in a way, isn't it?]
[It felt like he was acting out my story. Even through the door, I could imagine Wen Feiran pretending to be in the rain, striking a cool pose, and maybe even imagining the whole scene.]
[Most importantly, hold your hand to your mouth like a microphone, and for the last note, you must pull the microphone down and squat down – that's the essence!]
[Haha, you guys are all bathroom singers! I bet you've done this kind of thing quite a few times.]
Every time Wen Feiran takes a shower, he pretends he's in the rain and feels a strong urge to sing. He performs well on the stage he's created for himself before coming out of the bathroom fully dressed.
His face was flushed slightly from the steam, his whole body was damp, his brows were relaxed, as if every cell in his body was sighing contentedly.
The influence of habit is too great. As usual, Wen Feiran fell onto the sofa, pulled the blanket next to her over herself, and stared blankly at the ceiling. She wanted to enjoy this time, but her gaze fell on a row of machines installed in the corner of the wall.
!!!
Although he was the only one in the house, he was still recording a program, and it was being broadcast live the whole time!
Wen Feiran instantly cracked, his body stiffening like a lifeless statue, neither blinking nor breathing. His soul seemed to have left his body and the awkwardly atmosphere-filled space.
After a full three minutes, he remained calm, but slowly curled up like a small animal, burrowing under the blanket beside him, not wanting to see anyone anymore.
[Haha, this is exactly what I've been waiting for.]
[It's okay, it's just social death. If you can't stay on Earth anymore, I can pack you up and send you to outer space. lol emoji]
[Don't worry, I'm a fan of your looks, I won't tell anyone about this, at most I'll get you trending on social media.]
Life is short. You have at least 50 more years, 18,250 days, to be ridiculed. If each day feels like a year, then you're better off than the Monkey King who was imprisoned under the Five Finger Mountain for 500 years. That's a good thing, isn't it?
The production team didn't deliberately create any interesting segments; they simply filmed the daily lives of the five guests at home. However, their living environments, social circles, and personalities differed greatly, making the live broadcast very effective. It not only allowed for horizontal comparisons but also sparked discussion.