Chapter 40 (Receiving six text messages at once…)

Di Xingchen returns to his room, puts his tie clip in the drawer and immediately goes to lie down.

Now that I’m lying down at first, I feel like my body and mind are falling apart.

He is still thinking about the gift that Pei Xu has prepared.

Shouldn’t he have prepared one too?

Wouldn’t it be awkward if everyone had a parting gift and he didn’t?

But he didn’t really know what he could send them.

It’s a bit too late to prepare now, isn’t it?

The male counterpart is really a male counterpart, in terms of romantic and considerate, he is far worse than the male lead.

When we next meet, he will bring a gift for each guest.

He lay on his bed for a while, fumbling for the mobile phone issued by the programme team, intending to send his text messages first.

He really wanted to sleep, so tired.

The faces of the seven guests passed through his mind, and he passed on Duan Yihua first.

He was not sure whether Duan Yihua liked him or not, but to be on the safe side, he should not send any more text messages to Duan Yihua.

After thinking about it, he thought it would be most appropriate to send it to Hu Ying.

The two of them are on the best of terms and they both talked through it before the previous date and were the perfect fit.

He then compiled a text message and sent it to Hu Ying.

“Di Xingchen was the first to send it, and he sent it to Hu Ying!”

“As expected, it was finally sent to Hu Ying.”

“It depends on who Hu Ying sends it to.”

“I think we’re going to have our first pair of double arrows!”

“It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful, it’s time for the Shura to start!”

Hu Ying was still lying on the sofa when he heard his mobile phone vibrate.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a text message.

With a jolt he sat up and clicked on the text message to see.

The text message is not long, it says: “I’ll make you Mao’s braised pork tomorrow.”

It looked like Di Xingchen had sent it to him.

He told Di Xingchen that he liked Mao’s braised pork, but there weren’t many authentic restaurants in Nancheng, and the best Mao’s braised pork he’d ever had was made in a century-old restaurant in Beijing. As a result Di Xingchen told him that he would make Mao’s braised pork.

Ah, this text message struck a chord with Hu Ying’s teenage heart.

His heart was in turmoil and somehow touched, his heart surprisingly sour as he snapped his phone down, cradled the pink bunny on his bed in his arms and rolled on the couch.

Lin Qingning had just come out of the toilet and said, “You haven’t showered yet.”

Hu Ying rubbed his face a little and sat up with an “ahhh”, looking troubled and scrunching his hair.

“Hahahahahahahaha.” The programme team next door burst into laughter. “There’s that smell there’s that smell.”

“The reaction to the three fires today is still pretty big haha.”

Lin Qingning smiled and looked at Hu Ying: “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Hu Ying got up from the sofa and went to take a shower.

“Have you started texting now?” Lin Qingning asked, “Did you send it?”

Hu Ying shook his head, “Not yet.”

“Have you thought about who to send it to?” Lin Qingning smiled, didn’t make a sound, and asked with his lips, ” Yan Zhi ?”

Hu Ying shook his head rather annoyed, “I don’t know.”

Lin Qingning smiled and watched Hu Ying go into the bathroom before returning to his bedroom. He took a mask out of his suitcase and put it on before lying down on the bed.

He brought the phone over

The phone was empty, nothing was received.

In fact, when he first came on the show, Lin Qingning never thought he would get 0 votes.

He gets chased a lot in life. After thinking about it, he sent a heartfelt text message to Pei Xu.

But the text messages from everyone else but the two of them were late.

The crew are staying up all night waiting.

“Don’t rush, there must be too much for everyone to want to say today.”

“With a short separation tomorrow, they must have a bellyful of things to say this evening without knowing where to start.”

“I understand the slow posting, but why is everyone covering up the shots?!”

In all eight rooms, except for Di Xingchen, who was already asleep, and Wen Nuo, who was turning over, the others had covered up the bedroom cameras early on, and it was so dark that nothing could be seen.

The phone vibrated at the end of the bed.

Pei Xu picked it up and looked at it.

The text message is simple and reads.

“Will smile now and look forward to the next week for you.”

Pei Xu pursed his lips for a moment, sat silently for a while and then sent a text message to Di Xingchen.

Di Xingchen is so tired that he is fast asleep.

The phone vibrated several times in quick succession, waking him up straight away.

He thought at first that he had received a phone call, but when he opened his eyes, he realised that he had received five text messages in a row.

Sure enough, everyone was polite and chose to send him the text message today.

He fought back the sleepiness and looked over it with his dry eyes.

First text message: ” Di Xingchen , nice to meet you.”

The text message was very much a closing statement for the week.

Second text message: “Want to learn how to make crayfish from you.”

Eh? The taste is so close to his, I can’t believe he likes crawfish too.

Di Xingchen yawned and clicked on the third text message.

The third text message was actually nothing, it was blank.

He froze for a moment, thinking he had misread it, and looked closer to see that there was indeed nothing there.

Presumably a spacebar was issued.

What does this mean?

Nothing to say, just a courtesy sent to him?

Di Xingchen tapped on a fourth text message.

The fourth text message was a long one, from Wen Nuo, and I could imagine the tone of his voice when I read it.

“Met a brand new you today, good dancing and looks good in a suit, hope to see more of you shining, way to go.”

The fifth text message, too, he could see at once who it was from.

It is Pei Xu.

The text said, “I see you’ve been squeezing your back, put a plaster on it and go back to sleep.”

Di Xingchen stared at his mobile phone for a while, when it suddenly vibrated again.

He received a sixth text message.

The text message said, ” Di Xingchen, you look too handsome in a suit.”

It’s Hu Ying!

Di Xingchen was calm when he received six messages in one go.

It’s not possible for all six to love him.

The millionaire protagonist isn’t that attractive either.

Still, he was touched that this was a group of quality and caring guests. It was so important to be separated soon and the text messages were so important that they chose to send them to him anyway. But the dance was over, his high point had passed and this was probably his highest point in the show.

Di Xingchen climbed up and pulled open the bedside drawer, took two poultices and put them on his waist. There was a burning pain and an indescribable pleasure when the poultices were put on, and he soon fell asleep to the faint scent of the medicine.

It is late at night.

Duan Yihua is tossing and turning, thirsty as hell.

He climbed up and took two sips of water and ended up staring at the roses on his bed.

He craned his head towards the covered camera, then gently leaned up and gently sniffed the lingering scent of the roses.

Wen Nuo turned over and covered his head with the blanket.

He wanted to try it.

What if.

Di Xingchen has told him to be brave.

Hu Ying was so annoyed that he kept pulling the pink rabbit’s ears in his hand.

He felt he was a little confused.

When he first met Di Xingchen, he thought he was a sister.

When I was dating Di Xingchen, I felt that Di Xingchen was a bit offensive.

At the bar, he felt like he wanted to crush Di Xingchen. This vixen!

But just now, his heart was killed by Di Xingchen’s suit!

Why so offensive!

In the room downstairs, Yan Zhi, who had always dressed most scrupulously and had never been shown his body, was at the moment lying in the dark wearing nothing at all.

He was hot through and through and his face was covered with a tissue that had dried out.

Even the scent of powder on the tissue was so faint that he could barely smell anything, but it wasn’t anything specific that he wanted to smell either.

He pressed his hands together and took a deep breath, his neck all red and bruised, his body taking on a bizarre pose.

The light from the phone screen illuminates Huo Cheng’s stern brow.

Huo Cheng is lying on his back, watching Di Xingchen dancing on the screen in the dark.

He smiled to himself for a moment, pursed his lips, stopped looking at the phone screen, flopped down on his arms for a moment, and then sat up.

Pei Xu, who has always found cartoons boring since he was a child, is now lying in bed watching Bugs Bunny.

Listen to the singers Di Xingchen likes to listen to and watch the cartoons Di Xingchen likes to watch.

He thought the cartoons were actually quite good.

But Di Xingchen used to look at Bugs Bunny for the simple childishness of it.

Pei Xu looks at Bugs Bunny with an obvious ulterior motive.

You see, something as innocent as a cartoon can sometimes carry the heart and love of a grown man.

A small farewell comes when feelings are at their hottest, and as the saying goes, a small farewell is better than a new marriage, and a sudden separation at this time of year is like a fire instead. A few days later in the North City, Huo Cheng and his wife are sure to be tormented by a wave of missing, when the house is divided, the frequent dating, the various tasks and games, that is the real battlefield.