"Hello... want to go in together?" Wang Xinyang asked, looking at the person who was hesitating.
Chi Yining said, "You first."
Wang Xinyang had expected that. Being turned down was this person's normal reaction anyway; getting a reply at all felt pretty good. He couldn't help wondering whether he was a glutton for punishment.
Chi Yining watched Wang Xinyang, who was around 185 centimeters tall and sported a chestnut haircut, pull his suitcase into the little blue courtyard.
Fresh, thriving green vines climbed the courtyard walls. From the entrance, he could see a winding bluestone path through the little courtyard, with pebbles dotted along its edges.
By now, Director Feng had long since started the cameras from the control room, and every camera position inside the villa was live too. Catching them off guard was the whole point!
This dating show would primarily be livestreamed, with twelve episodes produced, each covering five days.
The sharp-eyed Director Feng soon noticed something odd. Who was this person at the entrance? He was wearing baggy black shorts with a shirt, and even had slippers on.
Why hadn't he seen those eyes in the profiles? Had someone leaked their address? Did they already have fans before the show had officially begun? But something wasn't right. This person was pulling a suitcase-could he be a guest? Besides, he was wearing a mask, so it was only natural that he couldn't recognize him.
After he had watched for a full ten minutes, the young man, perhaps finding the sun too fierce, touched the top of his head and finally took a historic step. That was right! One step!
He stopped again. What was this person trying to do?
Director Feng wasn't the only one who wanted to know what this guest was doing. The viewers watching the livestream wanted to know too:
They all asked in the bullet comments.
[Is this handsome guy a guest too? Why didn't he go in with the tan hottie with the chestnut haircut?]
[Yeah, yeah, I want to know too. We've been watching him stand in the sun for over ten minutes. Did he just realize his head was smoking? He even touched it, hahaha!]
[Whoever it is, it can't be that lunatic Chi Yining.]
[Don't be so sure, comrade above. What if it really is Chi Yining? Haha.]
[What? Chi Yining? If it's Chi Yining, I'll eat shit on livestream!]
[Screenshot taken!]
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[I don't believe it either. That disgusting piece of trash Chi Yining actually got to follow Film Emperor Gu onto this show. I'm so pissed!! With the way he looks, it'll be a miracle if he doesn't scare the guests to death.]
[Same, and Chi Yining's trademark is driving loafers! Look, this guy's wearing slippers! Haha.]
[He moved! He moved!]
[Seriously? Don't tell me he'll only take one step again like before. Is this hottie a snail? If I were the director, I'd be dying of impatience!]
At that moment, Director Feng really was dying of impatience, just as the comments said. How could a young fellow walk so slowly?
Just look! That speed! The old ox back in his hometown was much faster than him!
The guest in slippers had moved, all right, but after nearly three minutes of walking, he had only made it halfway across this not particularly large courtyard, dragging his suitcase along the concrete-slab path.
It was like watching slow motion...
If he hadn't been the director, he really would have gone straight over and carried him in! Was this guy born in the year of the snail or the turtle?!
At that moment, Chi Yining finally noticed that his head was smoking too, so he quickened his pace a little.
It wasn't that he didn't want to walk faster. It was... What should I say once I get inside? Do I need to introduce myself? This is so awkward. I don't even know how many people are in there. What if there are lots of people and they all look at me?
Can I keep my mask on?!
He finally reached the main entrance to the living room, and Chi Yining slowly pushed the door open.
What greeted his eyes was... Okay, there aren't many people yet. Great!! All that worrying for nothing. Just two or three people. If anyone asks, I'll just tell them my name.
But Wang Xinyang wasn't on the sofa at that moment. There were only two or three men who looked different from one another.
Why describe them that way? Because Chi Yining didn't dare look closely, nor did he want to.
Otherwise, he would draw other people's disgust again...
"Hello, sir. Let me show you to your room." A female staff member warmly called out to him.