Ning Sui practically flew down the stairs.
Xie Yichen stood there, conspicuously bold, right at the entrance of the girls’ dormitory. Fortunately, at two in the morning, the surroundings were silent and deserted—not a single person in sight.
Ning Sui rushed over and buried her head against his chest: “How did you get back?”
The early spring night was cold, but the rooms all had heating on. Ning Sui had come down in such a hurry that she’d only thrown on a casual outer jacket, with nothing but a thin pair of pajama pants underneath.
Xie Yichen spread his arms and pulled her close, spinning her around on the spot. His low, warm laughter spilled against her ear as he wrapped her snugly inside his wool overcoat: “Why did you run down here in just your pajamas?”
Ning Sui pressed her head against his chest, feeling perfectly safe: “I was in a rush.”
Her voice was soft—like a little plea for affection.
Something in Xie Yichen’s heart jolted. He tilted his head and gave her ear a light nip.
Ning Sui was about to say something, but those smiling, teasing eyes dipped down again—he brazenly kissed her on the cheek, then trailed one kiss after another down to her lips.
Ning Sui’s lashes trembled. She met his gaze. Xie Yichen cradled the back of her head and, without giving her a chance to protest, kissed her deeply.
The scent on him was genuinely wonderful—cool and clean. It seemed like his hair had been cut shorter too, cropped close and untamed. She received his surging kiss passively, murmuring in a daze: “Did it snow in Boston?”
“Mm, you checked the forecast?”
“No.” Ning Sui hugged his waist, kissing him back while confessing with open tenderness, “You smell like snow.”
Xie Yichen finally released her and pressed his forehead against hers with a soft laugh: “You can tell just from that?”
“Mm.” She couldn’t help but curl up the corner of her mouth. Then she thought of something. “How did you end up here? Have you been standing outside for long?”
“The plane was supposed to land tonight, so I went back to the apartment to drop off my luggage, and I thought I’d come give you a surprise early tomorrow morning.” Xie Yichen lowered his gaze, his jet lag not yet recovered. He swallowed slowly and deliberately. “But I missed you too much. I just wanted to come and take a look from down here before I slept.”
Who would have known she had also happened to wake up at that very moment.
It was as if their hearts were perfectly attuned.
“……”
Ning Sui could hardly imagine it—in weather this cold, he had just been standing down there, not even calling up to wake her.
Her heart felt as if it had been soaked through with something warm, on the verge of melting. And at the same time, it was like biting into a sour grape—sweet and bittersweet all at once. Her nose kept stinging.
“You really have no classes today?” Her impression was that he did.
Xie Yichen let out a soft laugh: “Of course not—I skipped to come.”
His gaze was burning. Ning Sui kept looking and looking, then looped her arms around his neck, rose onto her tiptoes, and took the initiative to plant a kiss on his chin with an audible smack. Then, with eyes growing warm, she pressed her face back against his chest: “So—how many days are you staying?”
Xie Yichen pinched her ear twice, his breath easing into a low murmur: “How many days do you want me to stay?”
She wanted as long as possible, of course.
But Ning Sui held herself back, being only a little greedy, and carefully ventured: “Three days… is that okay?”
In the lamplight, her peach-blossom eyes were beautiful and luminous, her lashes long and curled, her expression pitifully hopeful. Xie Yichen couldn’t resist—he lowered his head and kissed her again, a blurred laugh escaping: “——Sure.”
Alone beneath the streetlamps with no one around, the open road through campus felt deeply familiar. The two lingered under the light for a long while, wholly absorbed in each other, before finally pulling apart.
Every second was precious and brief. Ning Sui had no intention of going back to the dormitory. She went upstairs to grab some outer clothes, books, and her laptop, then followed Xie Yichen back to his rented apartment.
He quickly took a brief shower first.
When he came out, Ning Sui was still bundled under the covers on the bed. The moment she saw him coming over, she scooted and wriggled herself closer.
“Going to sleep?”
Ning Sui asked: “You’re not tired yet, are you?”
Xie Yichen patted her head and smiled: “It’s fine—I’ll stay with you with the lights off.”
Ning Sui stared at him, barely able to look away. This surprise had left her too wide awake to sleep, and she looked up at him with bright eyes: “I want to talk with you for a while.”
How could anyone have such an endearingly clingy girlfriend?
Xie Yichen’s throat moved. He suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms and squeeze, casually switched off the overhead light, and left on a single wall lamp.
He was genuinely wide-awake right now and wanted to keep looking at her in the light—yet the moment he sat down on the edge of the bed, Ning Sui noticed something immediately: “What happened to your neck?”
“……”
Xie Yichen had actually been hoping to gloss over it, but his girlfriend was far too perceptive.
He truly didn’t want to bring it up, but he couldn’t hide it from her either. The truth was that a basketball injury from before hadn’t fully healed—there were faint traces left on the back of his neck and on his arms. Since he was wearing long sleeves, the marks on his arms weren’t visible.
When he’d been playing that day, his temper had already been off. An opposing tall white player had been fixated on guarding him the whole game. During halftime, as he sat down to wipe off sweat and drink some water, he received a phone call from Zhang Yuge.
When he went back on court after that, Xie Yichen’s mood was foul, and the force behind his slam dunk was a little too intense—the backboard shattered, sending shards of glass raining down all over the floor. Luckily, his reflexes were quick enough to dodge in time.
At that moment, the entire circle of American players stood frozen in shock.
“I shattered the backboard. The falling glass shards scratched me.”
Ning Sui quickly leaned in for a closer look at his wound. Seeing that it was only superficial scraping with nothing serious, she finally relaxed.
She had been silently listening to the story for a moment, and had inwardly felt a pang of guilt when she heard the mention of Zhang Yuge’s phone call—but by the end, she inexplicably felt like laughing: “So—did the game continue after that?”
“Is that the point?” Xie Yichen suddenly lifted his head.
Ning Sui’s heart gave a little jump. She asked, almost as if she already knew the answer: “Then what is the point?”
First there had been the musical theater society member, then the doctoral student from the math department—all of them hovering around with predatory intent. And then there was Zhang Yuge, that wretched creature, cheaply dropping insinuating remarks right in front of him.
Xie Yichen propped himself up with one arm and leaned over her, caging her between his arms. His expression was unreadable as he pressed his brow lower: “You tell me.”
The distance between them closed in an instant. Ning Sui’s heartbeat went wildly off-rhythm. Under his gaze, she felt entirely exposed, her voice involuntarily shrinking a little. She still attempted to stay composed, deflecting sideways: “……It’s just that, over there, the quality of basketball backboards is probably not as good as Chinese-made ones?”
“……”
A low, amused sound rumbled in Xie Yichen’s throat. His eyes remained half-lidded, fixed on her without blinking.
He tilted his head. His breath fell against the side of her neck, electric and warm: “That math student from the other department—did he come to watch your musical performance?”
“Huh?” Ning Sui’s body stiffened involuntarily against the soft pillow, her shoulders giving a small shudder. “No……”
Xie Yichen gave a quiet hum, his palm closing around her shoulder: “Did you meet him at the very start of school? Or were you introduced through the student advisor?”
Honestly, Ning Sui couldn’t quite remember. He suddenly moved even closer—and then lightly grazed her earlobe with his teeth. That warm breath was scorching, grinding against her heart until it nearly leapt out of her chest. “……Who said that?”
“Zhang Yuge.” He didn’t stop.
Could Zhang Yuge be any less reliable?!
What was this—stirring up trouble? She wanted to cry.
“I don’t remember,” Ning Sui said. Her eartips felt like they were on fire, and even her voice had gone soft. She couldn’t help but lean toward him, placating and coaxing: “Anyway…anyway, I already blocked him a few weeks ago.”
Xie Yichen lifted his head and stared at her directly. His dark eyes glinted with a light that was impossible to ignore.
Both of their gazes held the other’s reflection burning inside them. Ning Sui felt as though she were pinned in place, unable to look away no matter how much she tried.
Those features so close to her—handsome and defined. Dense, long lashes. Thin lips. A sharp, clean jawline.
How could anyone be this good-looking?
She was about to say something when Xie Yichen reached out and pulled her in—pressing a firm, heavy kiss against her cheek. His low, magnetic voice carried a faint edge of emotion, tinged with a hint of sexy roughness: “Really not sleepy?”
Ning Sui’s mind went completely blank. Her face flushed hot, and she managed a vague “mm” in response—then heard him give a short, mischievous laugh, as if he meant to drown her in it: “Alright then.”
Her ankle was suddenly caught and lifted up onto his shoulder. Xie Yichen dipped his head again, and before Ning Sui could make a sound, his straight nose just barely grazed the sensitive hollow behind her knee.
Two or three months of separation—Ning Sui had missed him terribly. Her mind went empty of all thoughts; all she could do was press down on his sweat-damp hair and call his name.
“Xie Yichen.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t do that——”
“Do what?” He smiled wickedly.
More intense than any time before, yet his gaze never once left her eyes.
Neither of them exercised the slightest restraint, tangled up in each other as if trying to press the other person into their very bones. They didn’t stop until the horizon began to pale with the first light of dawn. By then, Ning Sui couldn’t move a single muscle. In her drowsy haze, she felt him hold her close, and then the sound of rushing water, and her body felt much more comfortable and refreshed.
She slept straight through until noon.
When Ning Sui drifted slowly awake, Xie Yichen was leaning against the headboard in a loose, dark gray long-sleeved T-shirt, looking at something on his laptop.
His profile was sharp and clean, his expression idle and effortlessly handsome. Ning Sui pursed her lips and peeked at him for a short while—before she could say anything, he closed the laptop to one side, leaned over, and kissed her firmly.
“Good morning.” Xie Yichen gave a low laugh. “How did you sleep last night?”
Ning Sui was left dazed by the kiss, blinking her lashes in bewildered, slow flutters. Only then did she register the layered meaning in his tone.
“……”
Before she could stop it, a few images from the night before surfaced in her mind. Her fingertips curled. She nearly buried herself entirely under the covers.
Was he even human?!
He’d pulled several all-nighters in the lab before this, then sat through more than ten hours on an international flight to get here—how was he not the least bit tired?!
His stamina seemed inexhaustible. At some point during the night she hadn’t been able to hold back and cried. He’d kissed her eyes and coaxed her the whole time, holding her and refusing to let her go. It was, in the most literal sense, proof of that one thing—that he had missed her deeply.
Ning Sui’s mood had also been a little unsettled before this, but the moment she thought about him only being here for three days, all that was left was an overwhelming reluctance to part.
He’d be going back to spend another two months alone over there, eating tasteless vegetable salads by himself.
She needed to make sure he ate well while he was here.
With that thought in mind, Ning Sui decided to take her boyfriend to the Peking University cafeteria for a proper feast.
—
Xie Yichen’s return had been unplanned, and he hadn’t mentioned it to Zhang Yuge and the others yet. He simply posted a location in the Huai’an small group chat: 【[Beijing — Tsinghua]】
The moment that message appeared, the quiet group chat erupted with activity.
Jin Ge: 【???】 Jin Ge: 【What on earth???】 Jin Ge: 【??????? Where are you, man???】 Kuge Lin: 【Tsinghua?! Tsinghua???】 Kuge Lin: 【AAAAAAAAAA!】 Kuge Lin: 【Are we meeting today?! I’ll cancel my plans in Sanlitun tonight and come hang with you!!】 Paopao Ke: 【!】
Everyone was excited. Hu Ke’er had already made dinner plans with Ning Sui for the evening, so she quickly sent her a private message: 【A’Chen is back! Should we all five eat together tonight?】
Sui Sui Sui: 【Sure, sounds good~ [Cat Bouncing Ball.jpg]】
Paopao Ke: 【When did he get back?】
Sui Sui Sui: 【Last night】
Hu Ke’er immediately honed in on the key detail: 【Then why is he only popping up in the group chat now, at noon? Are you two~ doing that, that thing~? [Fingers touching] [Evil grin] [Spectating]】
Sui Sui Sui: 【.】
Paopao Ke: 【A’Chen hasn’t seen you in so long—did he go rough on you? You’re not going to keep at it tonight too, are you? We won’t be interrupting you, will we?~~~】
Paopao Ke: 【Oh right! Did the octopus whisper anything in his ear about that tall doctoral student from the math department? Was there any angry sex last night???~~~】
Ning Sui: “……”
I know your English is excellent but could you please stop……
Save me…………
What kind of absolutely feral things are those words……!!
Ning Sui was too embarrassed to respond. The maddening thing was that Hu Ke’er’s instincts were unfailingly sharp, every single time—which only made Ning Sui feel guiltier, so she could do nothing but redirect the fire: 【I ran into Xu Zhou again a few days ago.】
Paopao Ke: 【.】
Hu Ke’er’s attention was instantly redirected. Just mentioning that terrible guy made her furious: 【Is something wrong with him? He said he’d be on an exchange for one semester, and now he’s gone and extended it to a full year? And that girl surnamed Zhao stayed behind in Beijing too—I ran into the two of them in the cafeteria the other day [smiling face]】
Sui Sui Sui: 【It’s fine, relax—you’re not even into Xu Zhou anymore.】
Not being into him was one thing, but——
Paopao Ke: 【Just seeing him brings me bad luck!!】
Sui Sui Sui: 【Then redirect your energy? That English-teaching account of yours is going really well—when are you going to the Flash映 Influencer Awards?】
And it was true—Hu Ke’er really did have a natural comedic talent.
After accidentally going viral by completely giving up on effort that one time, she had figured out a new approach: adding irreverent elements to every video, gradually building her account into “A Day in the Life of an English Major,” sharing snippets of her daily life without showing her face.
The traffic had shot upward steadily ever since. By now she had accumulated tens of thousands of followers, and each video reliably racked up at least a thousand likes. She’d even received an invitation to Flashying’s annual “Influencer Awards” gala.
Apparently the event had a high threshold and a boutique scale—around only a few hundred attendees. Hu Ke’er felt her account was far too small to be anywhere near qualified, had no idea how she’d been noticed, and was completely overwhelmed by the honor.
Paopao Ke: 【Tomorrow! At the Workers’ Stadium area! [Peace sign]】
—
That evening’s dinner was held at Peking University’s Shaoyuan Chinese Restaurant.
Having not seen Xie Yichen for months, Zhang Yuge and Lin Shuyu were both enormously excited. They went in for a bear hug first thing, then ordered several bottles of beer: “Brothers, tonight we don’t leave until we’re drunk!”
Ning Sui and Xie Yichen sat on one side; Hu Ke’er, Zhang Yuge, and Lin Shuyu sat across from them.
To be honest, Ning Sui had never seen her boyfriend drunk before. His tolerance was genuinely impressive—he held his own against Zhang Yuge and Lin Shuyu combined and looked perfectly relaxed doing it. While the guys talked, Ning Sui and Hu Ke’er chatted idly back and forth.
The topic of the Flashying gala came up, and Ning Sui found herself genuinely curious—it wasn’t the kind of event she’d ever attended before. Under the table, she quietly hooked her finger around Xie Yichen’s.
He glanced sideways at her, the outer corner of his eye lifting lazily, signaling her to speak.
Ning Sui leaned up to his ear and said quietly: “Ke’er says there’s a Flashying Influencer Awards event tomorrow—do you think we could ask Brother Du if there are any extra tickets?”
Xie Yichen: “You want to go?”
She gave an honest nod: “Mm.”
He quickly reached for his phone: “I’ll ask him.”
Ning Sui’s eyes brightened: “Great.”
He sent Du Junnian a message, then glanced sideways at her again. His gaze drifted slightly lower, and he said quietly: “You have cheese on your face.”
“Where?” Ning Sui raised her hand and touched the corner of her mouth.
Not only did she not wipe it off—she only spread it further. Xie Yichen gave a short, soft laugh, then very naturally reached up, cupped her face, and rubbed away the smear at the corner of her lips.
Ning Sui paused. Without thinking, her eyes darted sideways—and landed directly on three pairs of wide, gleaming eyes across the table. “……”
She curled her fingertips, looked at him, and said: “Do you want some soup? I can ladle you a bowl?”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it.”
Xie Yichen, by the way, ladled her a bowl of slow-simmered chicken broth, removed the caterpillar fungus pieces for her, then asked: “Do you still want coconut water? Or should I order you a yogurt?”
Ning Sui thought it over: “Yogurt, please.”
“Sure.” Xie Yichen surveyed the table. “Can you reach this tomato-broth fish? Should I pick out a couple of pieces for you?”
Hu Ke’er silently looked at the plate of fish sitting directly in front of Ning Sui, within arm’s reach.
“……”
Before she could open her mouth, someone else at the table voiced exactly what she was thinking.
Lin Shuyu: “A’Chen, we’re still right here.”
Xie Yichen didn’t even look up: “Mm, I know.”
All three of them: “…………”
—
Hu Ke’er had assumed the Flashying gala would be one of those formal showcases exclusively for top-tier influencers. What she hadn’t expected was that the actual atmosphere was far more relaxed than she’d imagined.
The event was held at a hotel in Chaoyang District. The venue décor was refreshingly unpretentious—no lavish crystal chandeliers, no towering champagne towers. Instead, streamers and colorful balloons dotted the space cheerfully. Among the attending creators, women were the clear majority. Their outfits were not the uniformly polished formal gowns she’d expected—rather, it was a diverse range of individual styles.
Check-in at the entrance was equally low-key. As long as you had an invitation, the staff treated everyone with the same friendly courtesy, with no preferential treatment based on status.
Hu Ke’er made it smoothly inside, sat down, and texted Ning Sui: “Babe, are you here yet?”
Since Ning Sui had wanted to come, Xie Yichen had privately asked Du Junnian for two extra tickets. This time he happened to be back just in time to accompany her.
A reply came: 【Just arrived! [Cat Bouncing Ball.jpg]】
Hu Ke’er found her seat with her ticket, looked around for a moment, and texted back: 【Can I ask you something.】
Sui Sui Sui: 【Go ahead】
Paopao Ke: 【Like, has A’Chen ever mentioned whether his older cousin would be attending this event?】
She waited two minutes. The reply came: 【He’s a partner, so he probably will. I think he’s also giving some closing remarks.】
Paopao Ke: 【Oh】
As if catching something in the tone, the other end quickly threw back a sharp line: 【What’s going on?】
Hu Ke’er played innocent: 【Nothing, just asking casually.】
“……”
The air conditioning inside the venue was strong, and the temperature felt a bit low. She took a deep breath and sat up properly in her seat.
Shareholders, senior management, and some important partners were seated at the front round tables. Du Junnian had given Xie Yichen a few VIP seats at his own table. Ning Sui had originally been going to give Hu Ke’er one of the extra seats, but she had flatly refused.
The reason Hu Ke’er gave was: her assigned seat was among creators of a similar follower count, and she wanted to network and maybe pick up some tips on running an account.
So here she was, sitting alone off to the side, surrounded by a ring of attractive faces, her mood involuntarily nervous. She watched the lights on the stage gradually brighten and quietly swallowed.
Two or three hundred people in total—not that large a venue, really. The center seat at the main table was still empty. Hu Ke’er swept a glance over it, then brought her attention back to her immediate surroundings.
The person seated next to her was a girl with short hair—sharp and capable in bearing. Suppressing a flutter of anxiety, Hu Ke’er summoned her outgoing nature and took the initiative: “Hi, can I ask what kind of content creator you are? Want to be friends?”
The short-haired girl slid her a sidelong glance, her expression very cool: “Street dance and streetwear styling.”
“……I see.” Hu Ke’er paused. “So you film street dance videos?”
“Mm. Partner dance.”
“Oh.” Hu Ke’er scrambled to keep the conversation going: “Did you also get an invitation to come?”
This time the other girl didn’t say a word. She gave the barest perceptible nod.
“……”
Please help—she was so cold.
Hu Ke’er’s next sentence died in her throat before it could come out.
An awkward silence settled over them. The two sat facing each other, neither saying anything.
A few minutes passed. The chime rang, and a pair of hosts in formal attire took the stage together. The audience below grew slightly louder and more restless. At that point, the short-haired girl finally leaned slightly toward her, gave a quiet cough, and asked: “What kind of content do you make?”
Hu Ke’er had been a little on edge, and she met her gaze carefully—only to catch what looked like a barely-detectable flicker of shyness in the other girl’s eyes.
“……”
She was socially anxious.
The realization dawned on Hu Ke’er, and she felt as though a pardon had been granted: “English vocabulary tutorials.”
“Oh.”
“……”
The moment stilled again for two seconds. The short-haired girl gave a small nod: “That sounds really challenging.”
“It is.” Hu Ke’er tried to keep the conversation going: “Street dance is also incredibly hard. My coordination is terrible, so I’ve always really admired people who dance well.”
The short-haired girl paused, then tugged at the corner of her mouth: “It’s not that dramatic—I’ve just practiced since I was little, so it’s purely muscle memory at this point.”
“That’s still impressive.”
“No, I actually admire people who are good at English more.”
The hosts were introducing the program on stage. After a moment of silence, the short-haired girl asked curiously: “By the way—does that kind of content get much traffic?”
Hu Ke’er: “Hard to say for the serious kind, but mine’s different.”
Short-haired girl: “?”
Hu Ke’er: “I’m a rogue English blogger.”
“……”
The opening act was a street dance performance—rock music thundering through the hall, full of energy and rhythm. That was followed by an awards segment recognizing standout top creators and rising stars, who were called up to the stage to share their stories and insights.
The section they were seated in was mostly creators who weren’t particularly well-known—scanning the faces around her, Hu Ke’er didn’t recognize anyone especially familiar.
Throughout the first half, the two of them chatted on and off. As intermission approached, the short-haired girl extended her hand with more initiative: “Nice to meet you—I’m A’ye.”
That was presumably her account name. Hu Ke’er shook her hand warmly: “Just call me Who Cares.”
A’ye: “……?”
Both of them were attending this kind of event for the first time, so they maintained a somewhat restrained demeanor—but at least they had each other for company, huddled together for warmth. They followed each other on Flashying and also exchanged WeChat contacts.
Hu Ke’er was stunned to discover that even A’ye had a full eight hundred thousand followers on Flashying.
“……”
Surely the whole section around them wasn’t at that level?
How on earth had she stumbled her way in here like a blind person groping an elephant?!
Ning Sui and Xie Yichen were seated at the very front. From this angle, looking from behind and to the side, Hu Ke’er could only make out their silhouettes. When her gaze drifted involuntarily in that direction, she noticed that the main table was now fully occupied—the previously empty seat had been filled as well.
Her eyes flickered briefly, though she couldn’t make out much at this distance. She turned her head back quickly.
One had to say, “Flashying” was genuinely supportive of small and mid-tier creators. The first half of the event had centered on big-name influencers’ spotlights and accolades; the second half shifted toward nurturing those a tier below, beginning with a prize draw and then randomly selecting people to come up and interact.
Before entry, each person had collected a corsage from the registration desk with a number on it. Now the hosts were drawing from a box onstage. Those selected could go up to the stage, connect their phone’s account page to the large screen for an exclusive showcase, and speak about why they started their account.
Since there were a number of advertisers in the audience, this was essentially a free promotional opportunity.
A’ye, the moment she heard there was going to be an onstage portion, immediately shrank into herself: “Please, please, please don’t let it be me.”
Hu Ke’er glanced at their numbers—A’ye was 82, she herself was 66. A pretty lucky-looking number. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the stage. The host had already drawn a slip of paper, but was still stringing out the suspense.
“So who will this lucky person be? Let’s find out——”
Hu Ke’er gripped her corsage and held her breath without even meaning to—but then the host gave the slip of paper a light, airy toss right back into the box: “Oh, I just had a new idea.”
“……”
The host smiled and said: “I see that Mr. Du is seated down there with us—this Influencer Awards is actually the first event of this kind that Flashying has ever held, and the purpose is really just to encourage everyone to connect and share. So what if we set the first draw number as the company’s founding date? How does that sound, everyone?”
After a brief pause, she made an exaggerated gesture toward the audience with the microphone: “Mr. Du, what do you think?”
The man seated at the head table had his legs crossed and appeared to curve his lips slightly. He gave a nod of assent.
Hu Ke’er’s gaze drifted in that direction. She could only make out half of Du Junnian’s profile—clean and exceptionally handsome. Metal-framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, impeccably dressed, refined and composed.
She didn’t know how she ended up drifting off. She was still in a daze when she suddenly felt A’ye shaking her arm frantically: “Hey, hey, hey! Something feels off to me!”
“That’s right! It’s number 66! Congratulations, congratulations—welcome to the stage!”
Hu Ke’er looked down at the number on her corsage. Her eyes nearly burst out of her head.
The crowd’s energy was high, with waves of cheering and urging. Hu Ke’er had half a mind to bury her head and pretend she wasn’t there—but then the flower in her hand suddenly lit up, flashing multicolored light, drawing everyone’s attention directly to her. The hosts spotted her immediately: “Congratulations, our very first lucky winner has been found!”
“……”
Hu Ke’er wasn’t in particularly good form today. Standing alone on that stage, the target of everyone’s gaze, she could feel the temperature in her cheeks rising sharply—she didn’t even need to touch her face to feel the heat.
She didn’t dare look directly below the stage. Following the host’s directions, she took out her phone and connected it to the cable on the podium.
The host began navigating through her Flashying app: “Alright, why don’t you introduce yourself——”
Before anyone could blink, an account page loaded onto the screen.
Every eye in the room turned toward it.
There, in full view of the entire audience, the account’s username blazed across the display in bold, utterly shameless letters.
——【Aspiring to Be the Boss’s Wife of Flashying (Begging for Traffic Version)】.
“???”