Wen He wanted to avoid looking at what the two of them were doing, but Ji Chi kept staring at him.
He felt uncomfortable throughout the meal.
It seemed the two of them were very close...
After finishing the last mouthful of juice, Wen He felt he did not want to eat anymore.
He had barely even touched his favorite fries.
Zhang Shengsheng looked at the pumpkin coated in salted egg yolk piled almost to a peak in his bowl. He timidly looked toward Ji Chi, hoping to negotiate, only to be shut down by a single look.
[What does this mean? Has Male Lead Five changed his ways? Is Shengsheng his type now?]
[No idea, it feels so strange... uh... don't you think it's creepy?]
[I do, but I can't figure out what's creepy about it.]
Curled up on the sofa, Quan Chongnian watched his friend's foolish behavior on TV and silently lit a candle for him.
He knew the other man must be secretly cursing him in his heart. He certainly was not going to remind him now. After all, nothing was more entertaining than watching him suffer a setback.
Ji Chi barely ate anything during the meal... he was not hungry, nor was he in the mood to eat.
The sight of the extra pumpkin in Zhang Shengsheng's bowl irritated him...
Why wasn't Little Wooden Head reacting at all? Why?
He tossed down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair, staring into space.
Even his usually dazzling ear stud was hidden beneath his black hair now.
Wen He held his little fan, letting it whir away.
It was so cool...
Even by the time everyone returned to the house, the two had not exchanged a single word.
[Well, what can I say? Today was pretty interesting.]
[I feel like our votes are about to get completely reshuffled again.]
[Place your bets, folks.]
After showering, Ji Chi lay stiffly on the bed, his damp hair darkening the bedding. He simply lay there quietly with his eyes closed.
Quan Chongnian's words replayed countless times in his mind.
"Tch..."
Zhou Siyu went downstairs and opened his mailbox. There were only two more medals than yesterday, along with a letter. He opened the envelope, and there, in large characters, was written... Mother.
"fw"
"Uh..."
He seemed to know who had written this letter... and perhaps who had given him the medal the day before yesterday, too.
He did not understand how he had offended this Demon Dragon... but this letter was definitely a "letter of provocation" the other man had written after their date yesterday?
That was what Zhou Siyu assumed for now.
He did not think the other man was being childish, because the disgust in his eyes when he looked at him was impossible to hide. He really did hate him... though he did not understand where that disgust came from.
But he just needed to steer clear of him from now on.
Standing in front of the table, Zhou Siyu lightly scratched his head with his fingertips, took a medal from the little box, and slipped it into Wen He's mailbox.
[? I... forget it, I'm used to it by now.]
[Hey, do they even understand what writing letters is for? This segment isn't just for you to drop in medals!]
[Forget it. This dating show is beyond saving.]
[Next, next! If the next one does this too, I'm going to lose it and shoot you all! Every last one!]
[Your Honor... are we getting shot too? (ó﹏ò｡)]
[Everyone gets shot!]
Zhang Shengsheng came next. His lips pressed together and his face miserable, he walked to the table, took out a Heart-Flutter Medal, put it into Ji Chi's mailbox, and hurried away.
He did not even check his own mailbox, moving so quickly it was as though a fire had broken out inside, something to flee at all costs.
[I've seriously got nothing left. Every time this show airs for a day, it knocks us over the head just when we're full of confidence.]
[All right, shoot them, shoot them!]
[Hasn't Male Lead Three always been terrified of Demon Dragon? Why did he vote for him?]
[There were signs with these two, weren't there? Demon Dragon kept putting food in his bowl during the meal.]
[That's what I thought too. Do you think Demon Dragon will give him his medal?]
[It's possible~ That's exactly what I thought, so with a stroke of genius, I predicted Demon Dragon's vote would go to Shengsheng.]
[Very farsighted of you~]
Soon, Wen He finished washing up and came downstairs, still wearing his elephant pajamas. Jiang Ye was already waiting outside the lounge and had not gone in yet.
He was waiting, waiting for Wen He to come downstairs.
Wen He seemed not to have expected him to be downstairs either, and greeted him first.
"Good evening, Lawyer Jiang."
The little elephant trunk on his chest swung with his movements, looking very strange...
The other man seemed to have just returned from outside, and was still carrying a bag.
Jiang Ye gently pushed up his glasses with his middle finger and handed him the bag. "You didn't eat much this afternoon. I was worried you'd get hungry tonight, so I bought you a late-night snack. Fried noodles. You can have a little."
Wen He stood at the foot of the stairs, having come down by the light. He accepted the paper bag and patted his chest with an earnest expression. "Thank you... don't worry! I'll vote for you!"
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Jiang Ye was just about to explain when a heavy slam from upstairs interrupted him.
Both turned to look. The open second floor was deserted.
Wen He nodded obediently and carried the bag into the lounge.
Lawyer Jiang was a good person... how could no one vote for him? It was all right. He would vote for him.
Wen He placed the paper bag on the table. He had intended to simply put in a medal, but in the end, he chose to pull out some stationery. His pen touched the paper, leaving a line of ink.
"Lawyer Jiang, you're a good person. Don't worry, someone will vote for you. ∩_∩"
He carefully folded up the letter and slipped it into the envelope along with the medal.
A clunk rang out. Jiang Ye knew he had cast his vote, and that it must have been for him.
But there were some things he needed to explain clearly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Several tremendous bangs nearly shook the floor. Wen He opened the lounge door. He had only just stepped out and had yet to find his footing when the person outside suddenly grabbed him and pulled him straight back into the lounge.
A familiar scent reached his nose.
It was Ji Chi...
Once he steadied himself, he found that the other man had already locked the door. Ji Chi walked over to the table on his own, casually took out a medal, and tossed it into Wen He's mailbox.
The pink metal medal made a dull sound when it struck the wooden box. Wen He had never noticed such things before.
For some reason, the sound suddenly seemed so very, very loud...
So loud it seemed to be right beside his ear, with a thump...
Before he could come to his senses, Ji Chi unlocked the door and dragged him upstairs.
Jiang Ye stood in the doorway, watching their retreating backs, his eyes crowded with unreadable emotions.
He sighed softly and walked into the lounge in silence. The jarring gray paper bag on the table was the first thing he saw.
[Wait...? What does this mean?]
[Has Demon Dragon finally figured it out?]
[Holy shit, I thought they locked the door to do something earth-shattering, and that was it?]
[Ah... he finally voted for Male Lead One... sob, sob, I'm a little moved and I don't know why.]
[Wait... whose paper bag is that on the table? Why did it suddenly appear?]
[A blind spot-you've discovered your whole life.]
[?]
[I think Xiao He brought it in? Did he forget to take it?]
[I think that's possible. With how spacey Male Lead One is, he looks really forgetful.]