[Could the microphone be a little closer? I want to hear too! This is so exciting, it's my first time hearing ghost gossip!!]
[Who killed me, and whom did I kill? To find out, stay tuned to Gossip King's live stream! (doge emoji)]
Chapter 31 The Wooden Man, Don't Move
The next morning, the production team once again prepared a very elaborate and delicious breakfast for them, which they found unappetizing.
Zou Yuxing was completely unaffected by the terrifying and oppressive atmosphere inside the castle. He had a good night's sleep and came out full of energy, bathed in bright sunshine. Wen Feiran, on the other hand, was in stark contrast. His face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and his eyelids were drooping. He dragged himself out of the room, his reaction time a beat slow. When he saw Zou Yuxing, he almost instinctively walked over, wanting to absorb his energy.
Zou Yuxing asked with great concern, "Why do you look so pale? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Wen Feiran felt a little better after being touched by the vibrant energy emanating from him, and waved her hand weakly, "Don't mention it."
"What happened?" Su Shangting also came over.
Wen Feiran briefly summarized what happened last night, "I listened for a long time, and most of the conversation was about you killing me. There was no way to determine the identity of that lady, or the female ghost, or the cause of death. All I know is that someone in this castle harmed her, perhaps due to a personal grudge."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, their inner thoughts almost written on their faces.
Zou Yuxing gave a thumbs up, wanting to praise Wen Feiran's courage, but then, remembering Gossip King," he gasped, his expression shifting several times before finally uttering only four words, "As expected of you."
Wen Feiran forced a smile, the corners of her lips twitching slightly.
Wen Feiran was the most unlucky; the others didn't encounter anything scary during the night and got a decent rest.
Gu Suian asked, "Do you want to go back to sleep for a while? We'll save you some breakfast."
Wen Feiran didn't want to be treated specially, but he had been exhausted all night and was now practically spitting out his own body. Even if he managed to keep up with the group, he would only be a burden. He thought for a few seconds and held up one finger, "I'll just sleep for ten minutes."
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When catching up on sleep, few people have a correct perception of time, assuming they will wake up after a short nap.
An hour later, Su Shangting woke Wen Feiran up and brought him a carefully selected and plated breakfast.
Wen Feiran stared at the pile of dark, unidentified objects on the plate, which looked as if they were pixelated. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his mouth watered, but his mind resisted.
Su Shangting looked at him with sparkling eyes, "This is something I prepared especially for you."
Wen Feiran didn't want to disappoint him, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish the meal.
To be honest, the taste was pretty good. Su Shangting was worried that the cheese pasta would be too greasy, so he specially added fresh berry jam chunks—which are actually mouse hearts.
When Wen Feiran stood in the hall, she was still recovering from the effects of breakfast.
"You look much better," Gu Suian's voice brought him back to reality.
Wen Feiran smiled and said, "I feel much better after waking up."
Gu Suian nodded slightly and stood silently beside him.
Ultimately, they had only met a few times, and his understanding of Gu Suian was limited to that of a fan. They weren't even friends, but even when Gu Suian stood together without speaking, there was no awkwardness at all.
Perhaps this is the charm of idols.
Wen Feiran stole a glance at Gu Suian and was stunned by his handsome profile. She quickly lowered her head and unconsciously drew circles in her mind with her fingers.
He suddenly had an inspiration for the agonizingly awkward romantic storyline in his fanfiction, and feelings began to flow, unfolding a scene before him.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize his lips were curling into a wide smile.
What are you laughing at?
Wen Feiran turned his head to look at Gu Suian in a daze, his expression full of confusion, until he touched the corner of his mouth.
... He was even chuckling to himself, that's so creepy!
Wen Feiran mentally berated herself and quickly banished the irrelevant image from her mind. "It's nothing, I just thought of a joke."
What joke?
Gu Suian seemed uninterested in unrelated matters, Wen Feiran, not expecting him to press the issue, hesitated:
"Once upon a time, there was a pig that died."
I'm so stupid.
"..." What a lame joke.
He closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his temples with his hands.
Wen Feiran, you're such a pig, you're so stupid!
He was extremely ashamed and didn't know how to face Gu Suian. He lowered his head further and further, wanting to dig a hole and bury himself in it.
But just as his emotions reached their peak, a soft laugh suddenly came from above him, deep and magnetic, stirring his heartstrings and making his limbs go weak.
Wen Feiran's mind went blank. She stared blankly at Gu Suian's smile without blinking.
Gu Suian had always been gentle, refined, and polite in front of him. Even the curve of his lips seemed to have been specially measured and was impeccable. Wen Feiran had always thought that this was Gu Suian's polite manners when dealing with people. This was the first time he had seen Gu Suian smile so heartily, and he could see the true emotions in his deep eyes.
So that's what Gu Suian likes.
Such unique taste!
The negative emotions in her heart vanished, and Wen Feiran couldn't help but smile.
Zou Yuxing came looking for them, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing the two of them, his expression full of confusion. "What are you two laughing about?"
Wen Feiran felt inexplicably guilty, rubbed her face, and pretended to be nonchalant, "I told a lame joke."
"What lame joke?"
One minute later.
Zou Yuxing clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up. She wiped away tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and pointed tremblingly at Wen Feiran with her other hand, too weak to speak.