Xu Qingyan coughed and found himself a spot on the large circular sofa.
Boom!
Outside the villa, the fierce wind howled, and the windows trembled slightly, a prelude to an approaching typhoon. He glanced at his mobile phone, the weather forecast indicated that the typhoon would pass the island at three in the afternoon.
Passing by and passing through were entirely different concepts; even a Level 8 typhoon could still cause devastating losses to the island's fishern.
His thoughts returned, and only when he looked up did he realize that most of the guests had already arrived. Only Pei Muchan, Lin Wanzhou, and Shen Jinyue were still upstairs, and the staff had removed the glass coffee table from the living room.
So other staff had brought up a big brazier that had been prepared earlier, and frankly, it was absurd. They had set up the brazier, but instead of roasting at, they were boiling tea!
"Hello, hello! Is everyone here?"
"Sister Pei hasn't arrived yet."
"Sister Wanzhou also..."
Soon after, Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou ca downstairs, each holding an envelope distributed by the production team. It bore the large logo of "Love Hunters" and a trembling pink heart.
It was ti to read the letters, and everyone seed a bit nervous, including Xu Qingyan.
Truth be told, reading these things was no different from reading one's own essays aloud in class as a kid. It was just about losing a few fathers or having a few uncles pass away.
Nine years of compulsory education had made one a student rembered by the teachers as that lonely, pitiful child.
Xu Qingyan still rembered a tough guy in his elentary school class tasked with writing an essay titled "My Father."
"My father has a job worse than a beast's, he's bent over, his leg is la. I feel so sorry for my father, I tell him, 'Old man, don't work so hard.'
Writing love letters was essentially no different from writing essays. How much of a spark could be generated in just a few days? It was nothing more than concocting so nonsense in an ambiguous atmosphere.
Then mix in so sweet nothings from Baidu, feigning deep affection.
The letter reading by the brazier had already started, and there wasn't much traffic in the celebrity observation room, which had been cold for several days. However, it was still being maintained for the sake of editing the show.
Most of the audience was focused on the live streams from the three different angles in the living room. Reading letters by the brazier on a typhoon day was quite an attractive gimmick — romantic to listen to, at least.
The brazier had a tal grill with a few oranges, tangerines, and milk tea being heated, along with so sweet potatoes and chestnuts. Below the grill, the smokeless charcoal intermittently glowed a deep red.
The outdoor light was already dim, and the bright lights in the living room illuminated from above like night ti. The cara filters were in place, and a group of young n and won gathered around the brazier for a nightti chat, instantly creating the right atmosphere.
The staff, emotionless, announced, "Please place the envelopes in your hands into the box prepared by the production team; we will shuffle them. Afterwards, you will draw the letters in order and read the contents."
As soon as these words were spoken, the guests exploded in commotion!
"What? Aren't we supposed to read the letters we wrote?" You Zijun clutched his head in shock; he had even marked the reading cues on his letter to convey his emotions better.
Damn, have soone else read this letter?
Alright, alright! So this is how we're playing, huh!
In that mont, You Zijun even considered quitting the show on the spot. He couldn't face the social death that was to follow and even thought about snatching back the letter.
After all, how could one face a love letter filled with annotations, specifically noting terms like "bubble sound," "sob," "looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle."
Mother clucker, I can't stay on this planet.
"Are the intended recipients of the letters supposed to read them?" Bai Jinze asked for confirmation repeatedly, his expression complex, as if he had so unspeakable issue. Read new adventures at m_v-l'e|-
The girls' side seed to react less dramatically.
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Xu Qingyan looked at You Zijun pacing in the living room and silently thought it strange—he shouldn't be breaking a sweat just from boiling tea by the fire. With the central air conditioning pumping out cold air, why was his forehead sweating?
The drawing of lots then began.
The first na was Liu Renzhi, who was surprised as he had braced himself to be left out in the cold. Unexpectedly, there actually was a letter for him, written by Cui Ying.
"Ahem."
He cleared his throat and began reading, "Seeing this letter is as good as seeing you in person, when we first t..."
Cui Ying's letter was standard fare, but after listening to just a few lines, Xu Qingyan started to feel sothing was off—wasn't this just a template from Baidu?
Damn it, Cui Ying hadn't been completely half-hearted, knowing to modify a few sentences.
The second na to be called was again Liu Renzhi. He had just settled back on the couch when he stood up, looking befuddled once more. Scratching his head, he walked over to the mailbox.
This ti the letter was from Nian Shuyu. Liu Renzhi was even more dumbfounded. It wasn't just Liu Renzhi; Bai Jinze and You Zijun were also stunned. The group exchanged glances, completely clueless as to what was happening.
The barrage of comnts on the screen exclaid how exciting it was, truly thrilling.
"I suspect what I'm watching isn't a love reality show. My mom asked why I'm kneeling before the computer, and all I could say was 'Thai spicy hot!'"
"When did Liu Renzhi beco such a hot commodity? Damn, did I miss sothing critical here, why are both the stewardess and the new girl choosing him?"
"I'm guessing Liu Renzhi must be a love hunter, maybe his identity got revealed?"
"This is numbing, is it necessary to watch a love reality show with your brain fully engaged? There are too many twists; my mind can't keep up with the guests' moves, holy shit!"
Nian Shuyu's letter was more sincere, presumably handwritten, but the reason felt a bit far-fetched. Love at first sight, too shy to approach an ideal type?
After a lengthy wait, Liu Renzhi finished the letter reading segnt.
The second to take the stage was Nian Shuyu, who looked unfazed as she read the letter from Bai Jinze. It was all, "Your eyes, as dazzling and colorful as a rainbow, have deeply attracted ."
The entire letter was both cheesy and lengthy, overflowing with prince and princess tropes—a perfect example of Mary Sue literature.
Nian Shuyu was ruthless, reading the Mary Sue platitudes from Bai Jinze with not a single fluctuation in emotion, briskly finishing this love letter.
You Zijun was visibly restless, as if sitting on pins and needles, the entire person drenched in sweat as if he were suffering from acute gastroenteritis.
Xu Qingyan watched with a twitching eyelid, unable to help himself from saying to You Zijun.
"You Bro, is your sofa burning your butt?"
"I... I need to use the restroom." You Zijun clutched his stomach, forcing out a couple of groans, "It might have been the lunch. Can I...?"
"Next up, Nian Shuyu will read the letter written to her by You Zijun. Please, Nian Shuyu, co to the stage."
You Zijun was completely paralyzed, raising his hand reluctantly.
"Can I read it myself?"
The staff refused rcilessly, "No, it's against the ga rules."
Xu Qingyan found this amusing. He glanced between You Zijun and Nian Shuyu. Instinctively sensing that the fun was about to begin, he sat upright and began listening carefully.
As Nian Shuyu stepped forward, You Zijun started sweating profusely, as if he'd stepped on a live wire.
"This is a handwritten letter, to the saddest girl, I want to say, 'Don't cry.' (Sound of a bubble popping.)"
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