This Love Triangle Is Impossible to Write

Fang Yu laughed so hard he nearly turned into a pile of shit.

The barrage fell silent.

At that moment, both the Zhi-Ran shippers and non-shippers stopped what they were doing and sank into silence.

After a vast stretch of empty space, the netizens finally began speaking up.

[Lu Zhi is actually a black hole for games?]

[You're talking nonsense. This game came back to life because of President Lu—no, wait, it turned yellow.]

[No, Zhi Zhi, you?]

[Who the hell invented this game? It definitely wasn't Zhi Zhi's fault!]

[So that's why the weather has been so dry these past few days. Lu Zhi Zhi, you left even Heaven speechless.]

[To be fair, wasn't Shen Ranxin at least a little at fault? Translating pocket money as pear blossom fragrance—how could we blame Lu Zhi Zhi for getting the wrong idea?]

[I told you not to let Shen Ranxin and Lu Zhi improvise freely. Why wouldn't anyone listen?!]

Shen Ranxin gave Lu Zhi another approving thumbs-up.

The two of them were galloping wildly down completely different tracks, yet somehow both believed the other was running beside them.

The production team's final line was very short, only four words.

"Give you the key."

This time, Shen Ranxin made it out clearly and repeated it carefully, with perfect enunciation. "Give you the key."

Lu Zhi frowned. The sound coming through the speaking tube was far too muffled. He listened to it three times before barely figuring out that it was four words.

He opened his mouth and hesitated. "Can I say that?"

Director Chen froze for a moment, then nodded.

What was there about those four words that couldn't be said?

With the production team's approval, Lu Zhi confidently declared, "Fucking you works great!"

Director Chen: "..."

Director Chen: "..."

Director Chen: