Don’t all men like a little fangirl who’s got eyes only for them?
He’d decided, he’d try building up a worshipful persona first, and if that didn’t work, he’d try the scheming green tea route [1]the scheming green tea route (lv cha, 綠茶) Slang, A woman who acts sweet and innocent while secretly being manipulative and calculating jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_3373411_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_3373411_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });, or the innocent white lotus route [2]the innocent white lotus route (bai lian hua, 白蓮花/小白蓮) Slang, Someone who puts on a show of pure, saintly innocence while scheming behind the scenes jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_3373411_1_2').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_3373411_1_2', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });, and if even that failed, he’d become a simp.
Out of a thousand possible personas, there had to be at least one Liang Tingyun would like.
He simply refused to believe he couldn’t win Liang Tingyun over this way.
【Ahhh so gross, Jiang Qingzhou, can you just stop talking?】
【Please, I’m begging you, leave our Daddy Tingyun alone. Our Daddy Tingyun doesn’t need a fan like you who’s all talk.】
As the person being discussed, Liang Tingyun showed no reaction at all, said a flat, cool “thanks,” and didn’t even glance at Jiang Qingzhou.
“No need to thank me, it’s the least I could do.” Jiang Qingzhou didn’t care at all, and kept going with his ideal-partner standards. “Actually, as a guy, I’m also drawn to strength. I like someone with good acting skills, and I also like someone older than me, ten years older would be just right.”
【????? Who the hell is he pointing at?】
【Is the little bitch talking about Daddy Tingyun? He’s twenty-three, says he likes someone ten years older, who’s ten years older than him? Is Sister Yu ten years older than him?】
【Sister Yu is thirty-two this year, right? Daddy Tingyun is thirty-three this year. Damn, this little bitch really is talking about Daddy Tingyun.】
【Back off, back off, back off!!!】
“Actor Liang, your turn.” Jiang Qingzhou looked at Liang Tingyun again with a face full of worship.
“Liang Tingyun, thirty-three, no hobbies, not looking for a partner.” Liang Tingyun’s expression darkened, his cold tone carrying a faint, barely noticeable trace of disgust.
“Not looking for a partner? Then why are you even on a dating show?” Zhong Yu’s icy question suddenly came from beside him.
“To get a close-up look at what kind of partner you’ll end up finding,” Liang Tingyun shot back coldly. “Your turn. Introduce yourself.”
Zhong Yu finally raised a hand to take off her sunglasses. “Zhong Yu, thirty-two, also not looking for a partner. Starting today, my hobby is watching Liang Tingyun date. I hope someone here can take him off the market.”
【I’m dying laughing, I knew Daddy Tingyun and Sister Yu would start sniping at each other the moment they met, just didn’t think it’d happen this fast.】
【Let me whisper something I probably shouldn’t say, I’ve actually been shipping Daddy Tingyun and Sister Yu this whole time. An actor and an actress, it’s basically fate.】
【I want to ship it too, but Daddy Tingyun and Sister Yu already both said they’re just friends.】
【If Daddy Tingyun and Sister Yu really did secretly like each other, that’d be great, the two of them could team up to deal with that shameless little bitch, see if he still dares to act up in front of Daddy Tingyun.】
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“Now that introductions are done, why don’t we go see what’s for dinner tonight? We can talk while we eat,” Pei Songming said. “I’ve been running around all day and still haven’t eaten. Have you guys eaten?”
“Nope, there was no time at all,” Chao Shu said, looking at Pei Songming in pleasant surprise. “Wait, you can cook?”
“Mm-hm.” Pei Songming suggested, “Why don’t you all keep chatting here, and I’ll go check out the kitchen?”
“I’ll come with you,” Chao Shu said.
Jiang Qingzhou was hungry too, but since Liang Tingyun hadn’t moved, he didn’t dare move either.
He needed to stay put and keep watch over Liang Tingyun.
Skipping one meal probably wouldn’t kill him.
But if he couldn’t win Liang Tingyun over, he might end up dead in the end anyway.
Jiang Qingzhou rubbed his growling stomach in self-comfort, and just then Liang Tingyun, sitting beside him, suddenly stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
Was Liang Tingyun going to cook?
Jiang Qingzhou immediately got up and followed after him.
“How do you all want to eat?” Liang Tingyun asked in a low voice, addressing the two who’d already gone into the kitchen.
Before Pei Songming could answer, Jiang Qingzhou cleverly jumped into the gap, saying something just to have something to say. “Actor Liang can cook too?”
“Zhouzhou, aren’t you Teacher Liang’s fan? How could you not know he can cook?” Du Xinnuo, who’d followed in behind them, asked, sounding faintly surprised.
【Hahaha, nice comeback!】
【That nickname ‘Zhouzhou’ makes me sick, but I love the follow-up question.】
【Time for him to get exposed, let’s see how this little bitch explains his way out of this one.】
【Everyone in the world knows you’re riding on Daddy Tingyun’s fame, and you’re still putting on this act, let’s see how you keep it up now.】
Jiang Qingzhou choked for a second, and instinctively turned to look at Liang Tingyun, only to meet his ice-cold gaze head-on.
That look seemed to be waiting for an explanation too.
In an instant, Jiang Qingzhou’s mind started racing, and he forced out some nonsense. “I don’t really keep up with Actor Liang’s private life, I had no idea he was so busy with work and still had time to cook. That’s really impressive.”
【?????】
【God, can you please stop lying with your eyes wide open?】
【You don’t keep up with Daddy Tingyun’s private life, you just keep up with how many moles are on his face, what he usually wears, what products he uses, is that it?】
“Not as busy as you’d think.” Liang Tingyun turned around, opened the fridge, looked over the ingredients inside, and suggested, “There’s a lot of us, let’s do hot pot.”
“Sounds good, I was just discussing that with Little Chao,” Pei Songming said. “I’ll make a couple of cold dishes too.”
“Yes! I love hot pot.” With the topic swept past, Jiang Qingzhou acted like nothing had happened, raising his hand with enthusiasm. “I’ll wash the vegetables, just hand me whatever needs washing.”
Whatever happened, as long as he himself didn’t feel embarrassed, the embarrassment was someone else’s problem.
…
By the time they finished the hot pot, it was already eight at night, and everyone was discussing whether to head off and rest when the production team suddenly handed over a task card.
It was time for the first day’s letter-writing session, where everyone would express their feelings.
Each room had envelopes and letter paper, whoever you had feelings for, you’d write them a letter.
Once finished, you’d drop the letter carrying your feelings into the mailbox at the villa’s entrance.
There were two mailboxes at the villa’s entrance, one pink and one blue. Letters from the men to the women went into the pink mailbox. Letters from the women to the men went into the blue mailbox.
Only once every guest had submitted their letter could anyone go collect theirs.
If two people wrote letters to each other, that counted as a successful match.
A successful match earned the pair a date the next day to get to know each other better, along with 10 love points each and 500 yuan in date funds.
Love points could later be redeemed with the production team for prizes, such as date cards, or additional date funds.
A date card gave a second chance to a guest whose feelings hadn’t been mutual with the person they liked.
So besides earning love points through a successful match, everyone else could earn a few points by completing tasks arranged by the production team.
Of course, there could also be cases where two guests both had feelings for the same person.
If that person hadn’t mutually exchanged letters with the one they liked, the other two guests could fairly compete for a date card.
But a date card only gave the guest whose feelings hadn’t been reciprocated another chance to express themselves, the person on the receiving end could choose to accept or reject it.
Also, the two guests who matched successfully through a date card would not receive love points or date funds as a reward.
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