One look at the Elf Queen covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, and Shen Lian had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
Then he remembered this was a livestream, and a certain someone might be watching... Could the comments please leave him a fighting chance?
Of course not.
The viewers, thoroughly entertained, started sending gifts and setting off virtual fireworks. They filled the screen, making it look downright festive.
Watching the endless stream of [I'm shipping it], Chu Yilan finally gave in and turned off the comments.
Xu Jingge had already progressed from [Come fight me] to [I'm starting to run out of oxygen. You?]
Chu Yilan stubbornly replied: [You know how the entertainment industry works, don't you? Some of it's real, some of it's fake. It all blows over. Don't take it so seriously.]
Xu Jingge spared him no dignity: [Keep pretending.]
Chu Yilan's phone screen went dark.
"Why did we pass that round for no apparent reason?" Wei Kan, a stereotypically clueless straight guy, was completely out of the loop.
Ren Yanfei was no better. "Maybe because the two of us were so funny when we danced!"
Wu Shengsheng said, "You two... Never mind."
With dinner secured, one major problem was solved. By the time they left the teahouse, Shen Lian had even decided where he wanted to be buried, his expression tinged with the melancholy of a man who had made peace with life and death.
[Oh my god, I love Shen Lian so much. His expression is so composed, yet somehow so entertaining.]
[Girl, he's a hidden gem. You won't regret becoming a fan!]
"Shen Lian, you can dance!" Shu Mingyue suddenly bounced over to his side.
Shen Lian was about to answer when he noticed someone following her out of the