The two were being incredibly childish, arguing about something that didn't exist. The collector in front grew increasingly agitated, his hands trembling, and strode over, "Y-you... hello..."
Wen Feiran was utterly heartbroken; her soul had left her body, all emotions drained away. She could only numbly reply, "Hello."
Wen Feiran had been too low-key and had hardly spoken before, but now that the collector heard his voice, he immediately recognized him. "That's right, you're Teacher Lu Lu. I called you before, do you remember?"
Wen Feiran nodded numbly, "I remember."
"I've been wondering what kind of person you are." The collector was so excited he was almost incoherent, looking Wen Feiran up and down, and finally blurted out two words, "A god!"
Wen Feiran:???
The collector realized his lapse in composure and chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't expect you to be so young, handsome, and so talented. You're so far ahead of me, like a god and a mortal, unattainable."
Wen Feiran: "..."
[Don't be fooled by his calm expression; he's already dug out four ancient ruins with his feet.]
[I'm afraid I'll just listen and curl up in bed.]
[You're much better than me, I almost want to kneel down and beg him to stop praising me, lol]
[I suddenly feel sorry for Wen Feiran; why did she have to suffer such torture!]
[I just want to know, how will Meng Jingxiu, who just looked down on Wen Feiran 'Wen Feiran work, interact with her after learning the truth?]
[Haha, just thinking about it is so embarrassing, what a bittersweet scene!]
Meng Jingxiu had originally formed an alliance with Song Lindi, but seeing that Meng Jingxiu had become a pawn, everyone swarmed around Wen Feiran. Song Lindi also warmly greeted him, wanting to get more screen time.
Meng Jingxiu was clearly the host today, and he had put in so much effort, but in the end, Wen Feiran benefited from his efforts. He was left at the back, standing alone. But in front of the camera, he didn't dare to show even a hint of dissatisfaction. He gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, bracing himself to go forward as if nothing had happened, and enthusiastically praising Wen Feiran.
However, his previous words were still fresh in his mind, and even though he was thick-skinned and didn't feel embarrassed, the atmosphere was still a little awkward.
After visiting the art exhibition and getting into the car, Zou Yuxing was still very excited, muttering to himself, "My God, it feels like a dream. I don't know anyone so amazing around me. Feiran, say it again, are you really Lu Lu?"
Wen Feiran, standing nearby, muttered, "..." He's dead, don't mention him.
Zou Yuxing leaned closer, full of curiosity, "Feiran, besides Lu Lu and Sishui, do you have any other aliases?"
!!!
This was like a miracle cure; Wen Feiran was brought back to life and jumped up from his seat. The movement was so great that his head hit the roof of the car hard.
Wen Feiran cried out in pain and curled up in a ball on the car seat.
Zou Yuxing was startled and quickly came over, "Are you alright?"
For an adult, saving face is paramount. Wen Feiran took a deep breath, straightened her face, and raised her head. "I'm fine." Killing someone is one thing, but don't go too far!
Zou Yuxing looked at the tears welling up in his eyes and whispered, "Are you really alright?"
"I'm fine."
Oh, my lost online persona!
"I'm really fine."
I've seen two leave in a row, I really can't take it anymore, sob sob sob.
Wen Feiran was deeply immersed in grief, unable to pull himself out. He didn't even dare to think about how things had escalated online, how his two online identities would be completely exposed, and how nothing would be left behind.
Perhaps it was a matter of practice makes perfect, or perhaps it was his remarkable ability to recover, but when the car stopped, Wen Feiran's mood was surprisingly calm, tinged with a faint sense of death.
First and second brothers... may you rest in peace.
Chapter 26 Attacker: Come here, wife, let's snuggle up.
Wen Feiran was feeling emo late at night and tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. Just as dawn broke, she was dragged off to get her makeup done and then packed up and put into the car.
He was not conscious the entire time, in a daze, staring blankly outside like a puppet. Only after the car stopped did his soul return to his body.
It was a cloudy day, but when he opened the car door, the sunlight was so bright he couldn't open his eyes.
Zou Yuxing always had a radiant, sunny demeanor, greeting Wen Feiran with a big smile, making Wen Feiran look like a pale plaster cast, almost lifeless.
Zou Yuxing circled around him, chattering incessantly about the interesting things that happened that morning, but he didn't get a response from Wen Feiran for a long time.
"What's wrong? You don't seem very happy."
Wen Feiran: "..."My alternate account was just buried yesterday, the seventh day after my death isn't even over yet, how could I possibly be happy?!
He gave a perfunctory smile and said emotionlessly, "I'm fine, I'm very happy."
Zou Yuxing frowned and stared intently at him, as if trying to guess his thoughts. Su Shangting walked over and slapped Zou Yuxing's hand away without any politeness.
"Stay away from me, do you have any emotional intelligence at all?" Su Shangting found fault with him in every way, and snorted coldly, "Do you think everyone is as heartless as you, running around like a dog all day long with their tongue sticking out?"
Zou Yuxing:!!
"Explain yourself! It's one thing to act like a dog, but who stuck their tongue out? I'm not that kind of uncivilized person!"
Wen Feiran: "..." Is that the point?
As usual, the two chicks started arguing, and Wen Feiran, infected by their emotions, finally came back to life.
"Stop arguing." Wen Feiran rubbed her aching ears. "Don't you two get tired of arguing all the time? In a way, you really can't live without each other."
Zou Yuxing: "How is that possible?!"
Su Shangting: "Feiran, what are you talking about?"
The two suddenly united against Wen Feiran, turning to glare at him, then exchanging a knowing glance before crossing their arms and turning away with a cold snort, as if they disliked seeing each other.