"N-no...?"
The cameraman's hands trembled slightly as he held up the camera, considering whether he should simply cut off the livestream.
Of course, that was impossible.
Pei Hanmo had only just recovered from the shock of "what my older brother did in bed last night while looking at this dirty picture" when he saw the director frantically signaling at him.
There wasn't much time left. The other guests still needed to be woken up.
He reached out and pinched both sides of Chu Xinghui's face, calling as he squeezed:
"Wake up, Chu Xinghui."
It felt nice.
"?"
The sensation on his face slowly roused Chu Xinghui. Seeing Pei Hanmo right in front of him, he was first startled and was just about to kick him when he spotted the director beside them, fidgeting like an ant on a hot pan, and was startled all over again.
Seeing that Chu Xinghui was awake, the director immediately started shouting before Pei Hanmo could speak:
"All right!! Next up, it's Chu Xinghui's turn to take the challenge!!
Come on! Take this dart and throw it at the wheel!
Come on, baby! Accept the task I give you!"
[Very fired up, but what exactly are we fired up about?]
[Just got here. What's burning? Why's everyone so fired up?]
[It's fine. It's the director burning.]
Watching the director act possessed, Chu Xinghui looked back at Pei Hanmo beside him. Suddenly noticing the pajamas he wore, his eyes widened to twice their size.
"Um... Mr. Best Actor, who would've thought we'd buy the same pajamas?"
The clothes on his body had never felt so hot. If he hadn't been in front of the camera, Chu Xinghui would have loved to strip them right off.
Chu Xinghui had only brought this one pair of pajamas and had no other choice, but what was Pei Hanmo doing??
Did a celebrated best actor only own one pair of pajamas too?
He gave a couple of awkward laughs, walked over to take the dart from the director, and tossed it casually at the wheel. He had no idea what it was for, but he just had to follow along.
Pei Hanmo stood where he was, the corners of his mouth reluctantly rising by a single pixel:
"Well, isn't that such. A. Coincidence?"
They were finally getting through this segment. The director wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the hole Chu Xinghui had made, which was in roughly the same spot as Pei Hanmo's throw.
"It's another cheek-pinching wake-up. Chu Xinghui, who are you going to wake up?"
To be honest, in less than fifteen minutes of livestreaming, the director was already drenched in sweat.
It would be fine if the show was exposed for deliberately promoting a pairing, but if they really exposed the best actor's private relationship, they could forget about continuing the show.
"Wen Liangtian."
Wen Liangtian was the only person on the show Chu Xinghui knew relatively well, so he could only choose him.
The house Wen Liangtian stayed in wasn't small either. It also had two rooms.
At that moment, Wen Liangtian was sleeping peacefully in bed, looking like a pure angel on camera.
Then Chu Xinghui drifted over to the bedside, carrying his resentment at being woken up.
Like a corpse on the verge of death.
[As a college student with eight a.m. classes, I deeply sympathize.]
[I can already predict what's about to happen.]
[Wen Liangtian, you still have a chance if you wake up now.]
The next second, Chu Xinghui scooped Wen Liangtian out of bed like a toad catching a fish and gave his face a thorough squeezing.
Wen Liangtian was still a little bewildered when he opened his eyes, staring blankly at Chu Xinghui.
Before him was Chu Xinghui's wicked smile, and behind him was his warm bed. He asked in confusion:
"What? You finally couldn't stand Pei Hanmo's harass..."
Chu Xinghui reacted swiftly and clapped a hand over Wen Liangtian's mouth:
"Hahaha, my dear junior, you're awake? Get up and wash up. Don't stay half-asleep."
[What did they just say?]
[Something about not being able to stand something?]
[No, baby Liangtian, keep talking! Chu Xinghui, why are you covering his mouth?]
The livestream viewers hadn't caught it, but everyone present had heard it perfectly clearly. Almost all of them turned to look at Pei Hanmo in unison.
Pei Hanmo stood off camera. Noticing their looks, he merely lowered his head and played on his phone.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good. Pei Hanmo was still aloof. Wen Liangtian must have been half-asleep.
"What's going on?"
Having finished washing up, Lan Xiangxian saw a crowd gathered outside Wen Liangtian's door and poked his head out in confusion.
Mr. Gu was coming today, so he had gotten up early to make himself look nice.
Mr. Gu had said he only treated him so well because he looked like someone he liked.
So he had to work even harder.
Thinking of his bedridden mother and his scumbag father, who did nothing but eat, drink, visit prostitutes, and gamble, gave him a headache.
He could only get a little false tenderness from Gu Chupei.
Seeing that Lan Xiangxian was already awake, the director had him throw a dart straightaway.
Wen Liangtian was still sitting bewildered in bed when Chu Xinghui pushed him into the bathroom to wash up.
Bewildered, he got dressed. Bewildered, he went downstairs. Bewildered, he followed the group to Man Feiluan's little villa.
"No, seriously, are you sure it isn't because..."
He caught Chu Xinghui's hand, still wanting to say more.
"Excuse me."
Pei Hanmo stepped forward, passed between them, and went to chat with the director.
"?"
Wen Liangtian laughed in exasperation, hopping about as he said to Chu Xinghui:
"Xinghui, listen to me, listen!
Even if you two really are going to get together, you can't get together right away, got it?
Show him what you're made of. Just look at him!
I was wondering why my back was burning. I thought the weather was too hot, but it turns out someone's jealous!"
"No," Chu Xinghui argued. "Maybe he just wanted to go chat."
How could Pei Hanmo possibly like him?
Lan Xiangxian stood behind them, enjoying the drama while chatting with Gu Chupei.
[Mr. Gu: I asked the director. You're going hiking today. Wear all your gear properly, and don't hurt yourself.]
[Lan Xiangxian: All right, thank you, sir. Also, how is my mother doing now?]
[Mr. Gu: She's out of danger. I'll take you to see her after the show. I'll find you a better manager then, too. We won't be using your current one anymore.]
[Lan Xiangxian: Okay...]
Lan Xiangxian's manager had worked with him for quite a while, but... he had no right to choose now.
Gu Chupei was helping treat his mother. If Lan Xiangxian disobeyed him even once, his mother would have to leave the big hospital and go back to recuperating at home.
Lan Xiangxian wasn't asking to make money in the entertainment industry. As long as his mother's illness could be cured, he would leave the industry afterward.
He had drawn the cold-towel wake-up, which was relatively simple.
They walked over to Man Feiluan's bedside for a new round of torment.
There was an enormous mound on the bed, bulging up without a face in sight.
Holding a towel soaked in water, Lan Xiangxian swiftly lifted the covers and placed it on the neck of the person underneath, only to unexpectedly meet Yuan Zhanpeng's eyes.
Lan Xiangxian: ?
Man Feiluan, still in bed, had no idea what had happened. He slept soundly nestled in Yuan Zhanpeng's arms, even burrowing farther in when he sensed the light.
One of Yuan Zhanpeng's arms was beneath Man Feiluan's head, and the other was wrapped around his waist.
Most importantly, the pajamas they wore were a matching couple's set.
[Wait, dude?]
[Everyone, come watch Let's Travel Together. Now that's impressive: two couples in one day.]
[To the person above, our Hanmo wasn't sleeping with Chu Xinghui. One couple in one day, thank you.]
[Director? Are you there, director? Are you still alive, director?]
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