Ti flew by in a flash.
Three days later, the highly anticipated reality show *Love 100%* finally resud!
Countless fans flooded the live stream, showering it with gifts. Special effects filled the screen for almost ten minutes before things finally cald down.
So fans couldn’t help but complain.
“We know you guys have money, but can you not shower gifts right at the start? We can’t see the campus queen’s face!”
“Exactly! Do you know how hard it’s been not seeing Professor Qin for the past two weeks?”
“Though I’m excited too, can’t you rich fans space out your gift-giving a bit?”
With these complaints, the speed and number of gifts slowed down, allowing everyone to finally see the full view of the live stream.
In the large studio, three rows of chairs were set up, with eleven guests seated neatly, not a single one missing.
The guests themselves were a beautiful sight, with handso n and lovely won that were pleasing to the eye.
At the mont, the director was interviewing each guest, asking about their activities during the short break from recording and if they had contacted each other privately.
The main purpose was to dig for information to see if any of the guests had t up privately, satisfying the viewers’ curiosity.
According to the show’s rules, guests couldn’t publicly reveal any romantic relationships before the show ended. However, flirting was allowed and could even help boost the show’s popularity.
This was sothing both the show’s planners and advertisers were delighted about.
After the first ten minutes of interviews, the microphone was passed to Zhang Zhiyin in the third row.
The female writer, wearing a light green blouse with flutter sleeves, smiled gracefully. Her voice was like a romantic spring breeze.
“During this ti, I attended a book signing event, t many readers, and had great conversations with them. It was very encouraging.”
She smiled with eyes that curved like crescents, as pretty as a new moon.
The fans in the live stream exclaid, “Goddess!”
“Seeing Zhiyin is like soothing my tired soul. Who else gets this?”
The director smiled knowingly, steering the conversation towards gossip.
“During this ti, did you et any of the other guests? As far as I know, most of you were in the capital, right?”
Director Liu was frustrated that the earlier guests dodged this question with vague answers, not revealing if they had t privately.
Since the show needed a popularity boost, he decided to directly ask Zhang Zhiyin, hoping she’d catch on.
Whether it was the director’s silent prayers or Zhang Zhiyin’s honest nature, she spilled the beans without hesitation.
“Haha, yes, I did et up with so friends.”
The director’s eyes lit up, and he pressed on, “Which guests? Can you tell us?”
His face was full of curiosity, barely hiding his eagerness.
“Of course, it was Fang Zhou.”
Zhang Zhiyin didn’t hold back, straightforwardly revealing the na, causing a wave of surprise and excitent.
“Oh~ So it was Fang Zhou!”
“You’ve known each other for years; eting privately is normal!”
Fang Zhou, who was in the first row and had been interviewed first, had tried to avoid answering the director’s suggestive questions by talking about his hospitalization, discharge, and live streaming.
How could he answer? He had t almost everyone!
Qiao Sisi, Han Xi, Zhang Zhiyin, Chu Xinran, Qin Yun—they’d all crossed paths with him, just at different tis.
Fang Zhou had no intention of bringing it up.
He hoped the others wouldn’t ntion it either. He thought he could get away with it, but Zhang Zhiyin was the first to bring it up.
All eyes were on Fang Zhou now, so curious, so ambiguous, and so secretly displeased.
‘You’ve been quite busy, haven’t you?’
He chuckled, about to speak when soone beat him to it.
“Yes, I was there that day too. It was during Zhiyin’s book signing event. I saw her eting many fans.”
It was Chu Xinran, sitting next to Zhang Zhiyin. She was up next, so it worked out as if they were sharing the spotlight.
The director’s eyes sparkled, pressing further, “So, the three of you were together?”
The chat exploded with shock: “Wow, a trio? That’s intense!”
“Director, you’re good at this. Next ti, let ask. I’ll find out which hotel they went to!”
“Tsk tsk, so of these comnts are too dirty. Maybe they just had a al together!”
The cara cut to Fang Zhou’s face, seemingly wanting to capture his reaction.
Fang Zhou coughed lightly, signaling the others not to say anything more and psyching himself up.
“Yes, because my sister is a fan of Zhiyin’s, the four of us had a al together and got an autograph from the great writer.”
The cara then cut to Zhang Zhiyin and Chu Xinran, who nodded calmly, confirming his story.
“Yes, we had a al together.”
The viewers were a bit disappointed.
“So that’s it. I knew it couldn’t be a date for three.”
“If that day cos, Fang Zhou wouldn’t need this show. I’d call him the master!”
“Hahaha, don’t dream of having it all. I can’t even dream of it.”
Without any explosive revelations, the director turned to the last guest.
“Qin Yun, how about you? How was your ti?”
Caught off guard, Qin Yun paused, withdrawing her gaze from Fang Zhou’s head, and smiled, answering, “Not great.”
“I almost got into a car accident, which was quite scary.”
The previously bright and confident woman’s aura dimd significantly, and her words were nonchalant, though everyone could sense her low spirits.
The audience speculated: “A car accident? That’s dangerous. Lucky she survived.”
“Yeah, if it were , I’d take a two-week vacation. I admire her resilience.”
“Seeing her on the show is a blessing!”
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