Xu Jingge was thanking Chu Yilan when he came across that bunch of "cultists" online!
Was that food? Why would you swallow it whole?
In a burst of indignation, he took another few shots at Chu Yilan.
Chu Yilan had no time for Xu Jingge. Almost as soon as that message arrived, he guessed what had happened and opened Weibo, which had been gathering dust in a corner. An irritating hashtag immediately caught his eye on the trending searches: #Shen Lian Personally Contributes to Ticket Sales#. He could guess most of what people were saying without even opening it.
Amid the uniformly enthusiastic wave, one or two comments were quickly drowned out.
[That outfit, and that movie theater... could the person I saw that day really have been Shen Lian?! It left quite an impression. I remember there was a tall, handsome guy with a buzz cut beside him.]
[Hey, commenter above, have you been brainwashed by all that talk about Shen Lian's persona? Was this handsome buzz-cut guy in your dreams?]
[It's true! He was wearing a gray casual outfit that went really well with Shen Lian's! If I'd known, I would've taken a picture! They ran off too fast!]
[Another one's lost it.]
When Shen Lian saw the comments about him and Chu Yilan, he laughed through his tears. See? Some people still know how to use their eyes.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Chu Yilan's voice came from behind him.
Lying on his stomach on the bed, Shen Lian tossed his phone aside without even turning his head. "Master Chu, next time, just come if you want to. No need to make so many excuses."
Within seconds, Chu Yilan's voice sent a tingling shiver through his ear, carrying a hint of danger. "It's not an excuse.