Chapter 67: High School Deskmate

Sang Yijia sighed with emotion, her movements unconsciously quickening. In no time, she had changed into the three-piece outfit, while Lu Wenchuan was still leisurely getting dressed. Sang Yijia didn't urge him, instead glancing at the camera before turning to the segment director, "Are there any other tasks for now?"

"Or do we have free time for a while?"

The segment director handed her a card.

Sang Yijia hesitated, then opened the card. "The final reward is a luxury double hot spring package?"

"The hot spring here isn’t man-made," Lu Wenchuan commented, having finished changing at some point. He walked over to stand beside Sang Yijia, reading the card with her. "They only discovered the hot spring when they started developing this place."

"Really?" Sang Yijia was a bit surprised. "Then if there's a chance, we should definitely try it."

"We have that chance now." Lu Wenchuan pointed at the reward. "Once we complete the next task, we can go."

"We don’t know what the task is yet." Sang Yijia put the card away and turned back. "So we have some free time for now."

Lu Wenchuan understood her meaning. "There’s plenty of scenery at the top of the mountain. Let’s go take a look together in a bit."

"Alright." Sang Yijia just wanted to wander outside for a while—it was, after all, a rare paid vacation.

—

On the other side, the double room for Lan Qing and Shen Jin was a couple’s suite. As soon as they entered, they saw a large heart-shaped bed covered with pale pink sheets, and above the bed, a heart-shaped mirror reflected everything happening below.

The livestream audience exploded with excitement.

Is this really a couple’s suite?!
Oh my god!
How exciting.
Heh, I can already imagine what they’re supposed to do here.

Lan Qing had never expected the crew to prepare such a suite; she thought it would just be an ordinary double room.

Seeing the room’s arrangement, Lan Qing’s cheeks flushed crimson, her ears burning hot. She didn’t dare look at Shen Jin at all.

The room had been arranged by Shen Jin's manager, but he’d thought a couple’s suite would just be more cozy, never anticipating… this.

Shen Jin coughed lightly, clearly ill at ease now, afraid that pushing too much would make Lan Qing shrink back.

"Was this arranged by the crew?" Shen Jin turned to ask the segment director following them.

The livestream couldn’t show the people, but the camera nodded in response.

Wow, the crew really went all out, didn’t they?
What are you thinking? It’s a 24-hour livestream, nothing’s going to happen.
Hehehe, maybe nothing will happen, but we can still imagine something might.
Shen Jin’s face turned even redder. He looked at Lan Qing, then glanced at the double sofa in the corner. "I’ll just sleep over there tonight."

He pointed at the sofa, but it was only about one and a half meters long, while Shen Jin was a solid one-eighty-five. If he really had to sleep there, it’d be terribly uncomfortable.

Lan Qing followed his finger, licked her lips, and said, "Let’s talk about it tonight."

He’s such a gentleman.
He clearly didn’t expect the crew to pull something like this.
Even if it’s to build chemistry, this is a bit much.
As the comments scrolled by, Director Chen’s face grew darker and darker. He forced a smile—if it weren’t for the confidentiality agreement, he’d love to grab a megaphone and tell Shen Jin’s fans that all of this was specially arranged by their beloved idol!

Shen Jin simply responded with a low "mm."

Neither spoke again; both quietly unpacked their things.

On the other side, Yan Ningsi and Bian He entered their room. Yan Ningsi exclaimed, "This suite is pretty nice!"

It was practically a two-bedroom apartment, with an impressively spacious layout.

Yan Ningsi made a round of both rooms. Bian He lounged in the living room and, seeing her emerge, asked, "Which room do you want?"

"The one with the balcony," Yan Ningsi answered without hesitation.

"I’ll go tidy up first—we can talk later." Humming a little tune, Yan Ningsi went off to unpack.

Bian He, left in the living room, shrugged helplessly at the remaining camera, then suddenly leaned in, his handsome face filling the frame.

"With how eager she is, she’s definitely planning to ditch me and find Zhuang Fei." Bian He squinted and smiled. "It’s fine after the show is over, but it isn’t yet."

"I can’t just let her do as she pleases." With that, he too hummed a tune and went off to tidy his room.

Whoa! What’s Hehe planning?
Go, Hehe, you can do it!
Honestly, I think Ningsi and Hehe are a perfect match.
Are they both singers?
Can’t wait for their new song collaboration!
The topic quickly drifted, but nobody really cared what Bian He was up to—both fanbases knew they were just playing around for the show; there was no way anything would happen in reality.

Unaware of what the fans thought, Bian He sang as he made the bed, growing more into the song until his voice couldn’t be restrained.

"I gave you too much freedom, went too far—"

Yan Ningsi, in the next room, heard him, tilted her head to listen, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What on earth?" she muttered. "Too much freedom? What’s that supposed to mean?"

She shivered and ignored it.

But the livestream viewers were in stitches, each adding a line until they’d completed the whole song.

—

Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan walked side by side along the garden path, sixty centimeters apart—the distance for ordinary friends, not quite close enough for best friends.

The garden was filled with all kinds of flowers. Sang Yijia didn’t recognize most of them, but found them all beautiful at a glance.

"Sang Yijia?" Suddenly, a clear voice called from behind her.

Lu Wenchuan turned first. It was a short-haired youth, about one meter fifty. But hearing the voice, Lu Wenchuan frowned—it sounded like a girl, yet the person had an Adam’s apple, though not a prominent one.

Sang Yijia froze at the sound, searching her predecessor’s memories for a clue, but still couldn’t quite match the person before her with anyone she knew.

"Who are you?" Sang Yijia hesitated, uncertain.

The person ran over. "It’s me."

"But now I go by Wild." Before Sang Yijia could speak, Wild cut her off. "I don’t use my old name anymore."

Sang Yijia remembered—she’d been her predecessor’s desk mate in high school, Duan Yuqing, a gentle and well-behaved girl. How had she changed so much in just a few years?

"What happened to you?" Sang Yijia’s words held no judgment—she was simply amazed to see the girl with a short bob, three earrings in her left ear, and a thorny red rose tattooed below her right ear.

Sang Yijia was truly shocked.