After taking a shower, the two of them lay down on the bed quite properly, with a dividing line made of clothes right down the middle.
Yet they still lay very close to each other. In the dead of night, each other’s breathing and the identical clean grapefruit scent were exceptionally distinct. They had just showered using the same brand of body wash.
“What should I do if Jiang Yinnian bumps me off in the middle of the night?” Le Zhiyi worriedly tossed and turned.
The system said, “You haven’t provoked him, so don’t worry.”
Le Zhiyi thought about it carefully; he really hadn’t provoked Jiang Yinnian. Whenever he did, he had rewound time, and besides, he had been so well-behaved after transmigrating.
Reassured, he tossed and turned once more, found a comfortable position, and began to sleep.
Jiang Yinnian, whose eyes were closed:
Ever since he was born, this was his first time sharing a bed with someone else, let alone Le Zhiyi. Now that Le Zhiyi was tossing and turning like a pancake, he simply couldn’t fall asleep.
So annoying.
Before long, Le Zhiyi’s steady breathing came from beside him.
He had finally fallen asleep.
Jiang Yinnian curled his lips, transforming into the second pancake before beginning to toss and turn.
On the first turn, the bed creaked a few times, but Le Zhiyi didn’t wake up.
Le Zhiyi:
On the second turn, the bed not only creaked a few times but also rattled noisily, waking Le Zhiyi up.
Le Zhiyi:
Hearing that Le Zhiyi had woken up, Jiang Yinnian closed his eyes with satisfaction and continued forcing himself to sleep.
Dizzily raising his head to glare at Jiang Yinnian, Le Zhiyi cursed him inwardly as a lunatic before starting to toss and turn as well. This time, he flipped three times.
Revenge n plus one.
Enduring his sleepiness, he waited for a bit. Seeing that Jiang Yinnian remained still, he continued changing positions to sleep.
The moment he closed his eyes, Jiang Yinnian started tossing and turning again, flipping four whole times.
Le Zhiyi: Ashibe.
Trying to provoke him, were they? Nobody was going to sleep then!
Aggressively, he tossed and turned six times in a row.
Refusing to back down, Jiang Yinnian directly flipped eight times.
Creak, creak.
When they reached thirty-two flips, the creaking sound of the bed suddenly intensified. With a loud bang, the bed collapsed.
Le Zhiyi:
Jiang Yinnian:
At four in the morning, each person stood by a separate window, quietly gazing into the dark night and waiting for the sun to rise.
The next day, the live stream started punctually at eight in the morning, instantly drawing in hundreds of thousands of viewers with the number continuing to climb.
[Here we come, today is another day full of vitality!]
[Hey, why are the staff members moving a bed?]
[Are all six guests still asleep? Ahhh wake up quickly!]
At this moment, the six guests were standing around contemplating the collapsed bed, wanting to help the staff carry things, but they were shooed away.
Shen Qing hissed. “Is this bed really that flimsy? Zhiyi and Yinnian aren’t even heavy.”
“Do you want to come take a nap on my bed? You can come down after breakfast is ready,” Jiang Siyu said, looking at the dark circles under Le Zhiyi’s and Jiang Yinnian’s eyes.
Both of them possessed fair skin, making the purplish-dark bruises beneath their eyes exceptionally conspicuous.
Qi Li chimed in. “Right, go catch some shut-eye. I have steam eye masks.”
Su Anlin nodded along.
Le Zhiyi yawned. “It’s fine. We can find a chance to make up for lost sleep today. Let’s head down. The live stream should have started already, and it wouldn’t be good to keep the audience waiting too long.”
As if! He was dying of exhaustion, damn Jiang Yinnian.
Thinking about how he had been forced to watch a sunrise, Jiang Yinnian, damn you.
Jiang Yinnian, who had originally intended to stay silent, suddenly couldn’t help sneezing. Who was cursing him in their heart was crystal clear.
Hah, Le Zhiyi, you idiot.
Le Zhiyi: Achoo.
Hearing Le Zhiyi sneeze as well, Jiang Yinnian scoffed inwardly; they were even now.
Remembering something, Le Zhiyi called out to Qi Li, “Pear, did you bring concealer? I want to cover up my dark circles.”
No matter what, he needed to look pretty on camera.
Qi Li uttered a couple of affirmative hums. “I have liquid foundation and primer too. Zhiyi, follow me.”
Shen Qing and Jiang Siyu also headed out. Hearing Le Zhiyi and Jiang Yinnian sneeze just now, they planned to go downstairs to make breakfast and brew some ginger tea for the two of them along the way.
In an instant, only Jiang Yinnian and Su Anlin remained in the room.
Su Anlin scratched his head. “I have concealer too. Do you want to use it?”
Jiang Yinnian shook his head, pulled a pair of black-rimmed glasses out of his suitcase, and put them on. “Let’s go.”
Su Anlin nodded and followed behind.
The viewers in the live stream room had waited for twenty minutes until flowers withered from waiting.
[Why aren’t they coming down yet? Good thing it’s Saturday, I’ll just flip over and keep waiting.]
[Hehe, I already cooked myself a bowl of snail rice noodles, awesome.]
[Eating snail rice noodles early in the morning, that’s so… wonderful, I’m crawling up to cook some too.]
[Wait, wait, they’re coming ahhhhh!]
Shen Qing and Jiang Siyu walked downstairs side by side, smiles lingering on both their faces as they seemingly chatted about something.
Early in the morning, besides a visual crit, there was also an over-the-top sugar overload.
Shipping fans declared that yesterday was New Year’s Eve and today was the Lantern Festival.
Shen Qing greeted the camera, “Good morning everyone. Sorry for coming down late. Siyu and I are planning to head to the kitchen to cook.”
“I’m just helping out as an assistant, the master chef is still Qingqing,” Jiang Siyu said with a gentle smile.
Shyly taking a few quick steps, Shen Qing entered the kitchen, and Jiang Siyu hurried in right behind him.
[Help, too sweet, ambulance, ambulance.]
[Both of them know how to cook, so well-matched, sobbing.]
[Where’s Le Zhiyi? Why isn’t he cooking, leaving it to Shen Qing and Jiang Siyu instead?]
[Shut up, the other three aren’t there either. Besides, if Le Zhiyi went into the kitchen to cook right between the shipping couple, you’d be wishing he stayed out of it.]
[Hahahahahahahaha that’s true, they’d be extremely well-behaved. Thanks to Le Zhiyi for his grace in not cooking.]
Before long, Jiang Yinnian and Su Anlin walked down the stairs.
Su Anlin was dressed in a flashy outfit, wearing a pink jacket paired with white pants, with several plush toys tied to his legs that swayed back and forth as he walked. “Morning, everyone!”
Jiang Yinnian was dressed much more simply in black pants, a black jacket, and a white inner layer, paired with black-rimmed glasses, adding a sense of steady composure to his aloofness.
He nodded at the camera as a greeting.
[Such a striking visual contrast ahhhhh.]
[Energetic idol Su Anlin, mama wants to kiss you to death.]
[First time seeing Jiang Yinnian wear glasses, straight to my sweet spot, my heart is itching ahhhhh.]
[Eh, where are Qi Li and Le Zhiyi? Why aren’t they down yet?]
Upstairs, Le Zhiyi was vigorously shaking his head.
“Zhiyi, do you want to put on some blush?” Qi Li pinched Le Zhiyi’s chin and asked excitedly.
Le Zhiyi shook his head fiercely.
“Then how about some lip gloss?”
Le Zhiyi continued shaking his head, his head moving almost like a rattle drum. He saw in Qi Li the frantic energy of his cousin playing dressing-up minigames.
Too terrifying.
He called out to the system, “Use two fast-forwards.”
(Two fast-forwards, totaling two minutes, have been credited. Four fast-forwards remaining today.)
It directly skipped ahead to the moment Qi Li put down her setting spray and sighed regretfully, “Such a pretty face, I really want to smear things all over it.”
Fearing that the next second would bring that thought into action, Le Zhiyi quickly pulled Qi Li downstairs with him.
Downstairs, Shen Qing and Jiang Siyu had already brewed ginger soup and placed six bowls on the table.
Shen Qing said, “Anlin, go call Zhiyi and Pear, time to eat.”
“You got it.”
Jiang Siyu called out to Jiang Yinnian, “A-Nian, come over. Drink the ginger soup while it’s hot, even forcing down a little bit is fine.”
“Not drinking it.” Jiang Yinnian refused without the slightest hesitation. He detested the taste of ginger the most and couldn’t accept it even a tiny bit.
His older brother continued persuading, “If you don’t drink it and catch a cold, what will you… *&%#%%… @”
As he spoke, he suddenly accelerated his speech, turning directly into slurred mumbling consisting of a string of muffled noises.
Jiang Yinnian:
Once again lacking control over his body, he stood up, walked to the dining table, picked up a bowl of ginger soup, and drank it while blowing on it.
By the time things returned to normal, half a bowl of ginger soup was already gone.
His older brother said happily and with gratification, “Good younger brother.”
Jiang Yinnian:
Yuck.
Unable to hold back his nausea, he rushed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. After rinsing several times until he felt slightly better, he took a deep breath.
He finally figured it out: Le Zhiyi’s fast-forward ability operated in present tense. For instance, when his older brother made him drink ginger soup, the ability automatically identified that the next step was drinking ginger soup and fast-forwarded him directly through it.
Hah, dog owner and dog skill.
Just as Le Zhiyi stepped off the stairs, he sneezed. Before he could start his next action, a steaming, pungent bowl of soup was thrust right in front of him.
Lifting his head in confusion, he saw Jiang Yinnian offering him a fake, malicious smile.
“Drink it, ginger soup made by Shen Qing.”
Le Zhiyi:
Ginger? His most hated thing in the world.
Curving the corners of his eyes into a smile, he subtly sidestepped a little. “Thanks a lot, A-Nian, but I won’t drink it. I didn’t catch a chill.”
With cameras and other people present, Le Zhiyi started putting on an act again. Jiang Yinnian let out a huff and pushed the bowl closer. “Not drinking it? Are you spurning Shen Qing’s kind intentions?”
Le Zhiyi blinked innocently. “Not at all, it’s just that I have a small appetite in the morning, and if I drink this, I won’t be able to eat my meal.”
Just then, Shen Qing emerged from the kitchen and spotted the two people standing by the stairs at a glance. He called out, “Zhiyi, hurry up and drink your ginger soup. Yinnian drank his too, I specially brewed this for the two of you.”
Jiang Yinnian handed the bowl over once more, his upturned mouth overflowing with malice.
Le Zhiyi:
He understood now. Jiang Yinnian had drank the ginger soup and was now coming to retaliate against him.
Damn it, you human machine.
Since Shen Qing had already said it was specially brewed, he had to drink it whether he wanted to or not. Maintaining a smile, Le Zhiyi accepted the ginger soup and downed it in one go right in front of Jiang Yinnian.
In an instant, a spicy burning sensation rushed straight to the top of his head.
Le Zhiyi: “Blech… delicious… blech.”
Covering his mouth, his eye rims turned red from discomfort, and he barely managed to keep himself from vomiting.
Jiang Yinnian was utterly satisfied. Bending over to lean close, he imitated the exact tone Le Zhiyi had used yesterday on the stairs when telling him to carry luggage, and whispered softly, “I only drank half a bowl.”
With that, he turned around and walked away.
Le Zhiyi:
Unable to hold back his anger any longer, Le Zhiyi lowered his head and clenched his fists, wanting to rush up and punch Jiang Yinnian.
Having watched enough of the show, the system hurriedly popped out. “Don’t, don’t do it! We’re filming a variety show live, stay calm, stay calm.”
Le Zhiyi grinned viciously, “I have rewinds.”
“The day has only just begun, do you want to use them all up?” the system persuaded.
Hitting right where it hurt, Le Zhiyi behaved himself. Grinding his teeth in hatred, he vowed that Jiang Yinnian had better watch out.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his head again, reverting to a smiling, beaming expression as he walked over to Shen Qing with the empty bowl.
“Thanks for the ginger soup, Qingqing~ Drinking it warmed my whole body right up.”
Shen Qing smiled happily. “You’re welcome, Zhiyi, come have breakfast~”
Hearing Le Zhiyi say that, Su Anlin and Qi Li also picked up their bowls of ginger soup and took a sip. Qi Li adapted reasonably well and slowly finished her bowl.
Su Anlin almost spat his out and hurriedly took a massive bite of noodles to salvage it.
[Shen Qing is simply the best baby, I want to drink the ginger soup Shen Qing makes too ahhhhh.]
[Hard work to Shen Qing and Jiang Siyu, the breakfast looks so appetizing.]
[The more I see Le Zhiyi, the more pleasing to the eye he gets. Whenever I cook something for others, I love hearing emotional validation like that.]
[I really can’t get used to ginger soup, I admire anyone who can force it down.]
[Plus one to the person above.]