Nice to meet you

That year's National Day holiday was very exciting, and Ding Xuefei invited Yu Songlin to go to the movies.

It was a really stupid romance movie, all about youth and heartbreak, with a completely illogical plot and mediocre acting.

Ding Xuefei squeezed Yu Songlin's hand: "You might as well go and act."

Yu Songlin chuckled, released his hand, and slipped his fingers between Ding Xuefei's fingers, interlocking them.

After a while, Ding Xuefei said again, "Never mind, there's a kissing scene."

Yu Songlin continued to smile without speaking, only gently stroking Ding Xuefei's hand with his fingers, his eyes fixed on Ding Xuefei without blinking.

Why are you looking at me?

Yu Songlin didn't speak, but just looked at him. He had a pair of bright, round eyes, deep and sincere, like a young deer, making it hard to refuse him.

"You're sick!" Ding Xuefei reached out to push him, but Yu Songlin caught her.

Ding Xuefei sensed the unusual atmosphere and said to Yu Songlin, who was getting closer, "If you keep making trouble, I'll get angry."

Yu Songlin stopped what he was doing and sat back down properly in his seat.

Ding Xuefei didn't pay attention to what the movie was about after that. She stopped holding hands and changed her posture eight times in five minutes, looking restless.

He hesitated, wondering whether to take the initiative or wait.

Yu Songlin is such a blockhead!

Finally, he got his wish. Yu Songlin turned his head, cupped Ding Xuefei's face, and kissed him.

In the movie, it's raining heavily, and the male and female leads are having a heart-wrenching breakup.

The faint breathing was drowned out by the sound of rain.

This can be said to be the boldest thing Ding Xuefei has ever done.

*

Ding Xuefei pulled herself out of her memories.

All the sweet memories he shared with Yu Songlin were shrouded in falsehood and embarrassment after the breakup, still causing him emotional fluctuations, but only resentment.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that I couldn't help myself during the movie, and we kissed each other in the last row."

Ke Ran asked, "How did it feel? Was it exciting?"

Ding Xuefei wanted to beg you to stop asking, but under the system's tyranny, she could only honestly answer: "Of course, I was very afraid of being seen by others at the time, but I don't think so, everyone was watching a movie."

[Congratulations, Master, mission complete! So romantic and exciting! I want to see more!]

You don't want to. Ding Xuefei pursed her lips.

"That sounds somewhat believable. You don't need to do the dishes today!"

Finally, it was Ke Ran and Bai Mu's turn to wash the dishes. Ding Xuefei couldn't possibly let Bai Mu, who had worked so hard to cook a meal, wash the dishes, so she took the initiative to do so.

By the time everything was tidied up and the first floor quieted down, it was almost 9 p.m.

Next comes the most exciting moment: everyone needs to answer questions from the production team and send text messages to guests they like.

Ding Xuefei is quite slow to identify gay people, and he himself is, but he entered the gay community early and has always kept it hidden, so he has almost no gay friends around him.

Ding Xuefei rubbed her head, entered the preparation room, and quickly wrote a "4" on the whiteboard.

When asked by the production team how he made that judgment, Ding Xuefei said, "I guessed, because at first glance they all looked straight."

This caused the staff to burst into laughter.

Regarding today's text message, Ding Xuefei hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can it only be sent to someone I have a crush on? Can I send it to someone I want to be friends with?"

The production team said yes.

So today, Ding Xuefei sent a message to her roommate Ke Ran: "You're so cute, let's be friends!"

After sending the message, he couldn't help but laugh, planning to secretly observe Ke Ran's expression when she received it.

It must be really strange to receive a friend card on the very first day!

Having completed her mission, Ding Xuefei returned to her room to await further news.

Ke Ran was indeed restless. He had already finished and was waiting in the room. As soon as Ding Xuefei came in, he looked at him expectantly and asked, "Brother Ding, how did you do? Who did you text?"

"I don't know, I just wrote it based on my gut feeling," he then asked Ke Ran, "How many do you think there are?"

Ke Ran said, "I feel there aren't many purely heterosexual people, probably no more than half."

"Huh? Well, I think it's completely different from what you're thinking." Ding Xuefei was shocked. Finding they couldn't find common ground, she changed the subject, "How many text messages do you think you'll receive?"

Ke Ran rolled over in bed and said in distress, "I feel like I'm not receiving any of them."

Ding Xuefei laughed: "It's not that bad!"

"Brother, you don't understand. You must have received a lot."

"Why? You sent it to me?"

Ke Ran swallowed her words, feigning composure, and said, "I can't tell you that! Guess!"

Ding Xuefei snorted and didn't bother arguing with him. Just as she was about to go wash up, her phone rang.

Ke Ran collapsed onto the bed and exclaimed in surprise, "Did I get a text message?"

Ding Xuefei picked up his phone; he had received two messages:

The first rule is: "Carrots are delicious, don't be a picky eater!"

The second one is: "Looking forward to tomorrow."

Ding Xuefei raised an eyebrow, trying hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

He never expected that he would be so charming, receiving two text messages on the very first day.

Who could have sent it? He doesn't like carrots, and he left them all in the bowl. It's easy to spot if you pay attention. It seems the first friend was both thoughtful and humorous. I wonder who it was?

As for the second one, it's hard to judge. Straightforward and concise, like completing a task—this kind of personality almost makes him suspect it was posted by Bai Mu…

Oh no, he must be straight! Ding Xuefei was startled by her own guess and shuddered.

Ke Ran's phone rang, and he picked it up happily. But soon his expression turned to one of confusion as he stared at the words, frowning as he pondered.

Ding Xuefei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

*

One hour ago, at Nancheng Airport.

The man got into the car, waved to the camera, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, like a spring breeze.

"I'm sorry, I had some work to do and was delayed." His voice was clear and bright, with a slight apology.

Staff: "Today is the first day of filming. Six guests have already moved into the cabin. This is the rule of the show. You can also answer questions to accumulate points."

"Oh." He nodded, looked at the card for a while, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Can I send a text message today?"

The staff member seemed a little surprised, paused for a few seconds, and then replied, "Yes, that's fine."

A phone was quickly handed to him. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is it for someone I have a crush on?"

The staff member nodded in agreement, but inwardly wondered why the award-winning actor had started texting before even meeting the other guests. Was there some gossip going on?

Yu Songlin quickly edited the message and handed his phone to the staff.

"You've been looking at me the whole time, is there something you want to ask?"

"Haha, it's because Actor Yu is so handsome," the staff member said, and seeing that Yu Songlin didn't seem displeased at all, they took the opportunity to ask.

"I'm just a little curious. You're texting each other before you've even met. Is there someone you know among the guests?"

"Know each other?" Yu Songlin pondered the word, as if he had some misunderstanding about the definition of "know each other." "I would say we know each other, or rather, we are quite interested in each other."

"Oh?!" Sensing a hint of gossip, the staff immediately pressed, "Did you come on our show because of a certain guest?"

Yu Songlin's expression froze for a moment, and he even looked a little nervous, but he quickly gave up on arguing and smiled calmly.

"I guess so."

*

DAY2.

Ding Xuefei wasn't an early riser, and by the time he opened his eyes, Ke Ran was no longer in the room.

He glanced at his phone; it was just past eight o'clock, not yet the time the production team had said for them to meet. So he slowly got up, washed up, changed into his pajamas, and opened the door.

Only Shang Rou was on the first floor, and she was eating breakfast on a high stool.

The aroma of food made Ding Xuefei's steps lighter: "Is there anything to eat?"

Shang Rou smiled at him: "Yes, come quickly."

"What? What?" Ding Xuefei could smell the sweet aroma of toasted bread from afar. She ran to the restaurant without stopping and saw a plate on the island with a few slices of toasted bread on it and a large bowl of coconut milk mango sago pudding next to it.

"Who's so nice! I love him to death!"

The bread was still warm, and Ding Xuefei served herself a bowl of mango sago pudding.

Ding Xuefei was in a great mood, taking a bite of bread and a bite of dessert. She never expected to have such a delicious breakfast on her first day on the show.

I wonder which guest made this breakfast? He'll definitely send a thank-you text today!

Shang Rou sat next to him and smiled, "Is it that delicious? Watching you eat makes me even more hungry."

"That's great!" Ding Xuefei smiled and explained, "This is delicious. I wonder who has such similar tastes to me. What a coincidence! Do you know who made this?"

Shang Rou shook her head: "It was already on the table when I came downstairs."

Ding Xuefei frowned and thought for a moment, then held up her finger and said seriously, "Since this is a detective show, let's deduce who made the breakfast!"

"First, let's rule out Ke Ran, because I asked him yesterday, and he said he can't cook. Besides, if he were the one cooking, he should have offered to tell me..."

Shang Rou nodded: "It really wasn't him. I ran into him when I went downstairs for a morning run. He even said he'd save some for him to eat later."

"No wonder that kid was nowhere to be seen this morning."

Shang Rou added a clue: "Stella can also be ruled out. She was still in her room when I went downstairs, so she probably didn't come down."

"Then we're left with the two chefs from last night. They don't seem like Brother Bai's style. Could it be Xu Yimeng?" Ding Xuefei thought Bai Mu's style didn't seem like he was cooking Western food, but you never know...

"Who's talking about me!"

As the two were talking, Xu Yimeng came downstairs. She looked delighted when she saw the food, took a piece of bread, and sat down next to Shang Rou.

"It smells so good!" Xu Yimeng exclaimed with delight after taking a bite. "Who got up so early to prepare breakfast?"

"We were just talking about it, we thought it was you." Shang Rou smiled. "Now we've ruled it all out, we don't know who it was."

Xu Yimeng didn't reply immediately this time. After thinking for a while, she suddenly said, "I think I know who it is."

"Who is it?" Ding Xuefei asked curiously, getting up and gently bumping Xu Yimeng's shoulder affectionately. "Tell me, so I'll know who I should thank."

Xu Yimeng just smiled and shook her head, saying, "I can't tell you now, you'll find out in a bit."

Ding Xuefei couldn't guess, so he simply stopped guessing and quietly ate his breakfast. He poured himself a glass of milk and poured juice and coffee for the two female guests.

While he was busy, he heard the sound of a door opening from upstairs. He saw that the door to the innermost room on the second floor was open—if he remembered correctly, that room was closed yesterday.

He stared at that spot for a couple of seconds, feeling a little uneasy, and asked, "When did someone start living in that room upstairs?"

Shang Rou and Xu Yimeng turned around upon hearing the sound.

The door to the room at the end of the second-floor corridor opened, and heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. At first, Ding Xuefei could only see gray-blue slippers, then brown trousers that hugged her long, straight legs, and on top of that, a beige sweater that was soft yet subtly revealed the outline of her muscles.

It's clearly not Bai Mu, but why does he look so familiar...?

Even before that face appeared, alarm bells were already ringing in Ding Xuefei's mind, and she had a very bad feeling.

A ghost story, an absolute ghost story!

Those few seconds felt infinitely long, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, with Ding Xuefei's inner roar playing in the background:

No way! No way! It is!

The moment her eyes met those eyes, Ding Xuefei froze, utterly despondent, and completely lost control of her expression.

He combed his hair neatly today, concealing the sharpness in his eyes and making him look approachable.

Ding Xuefei, however, saw her impending death in that gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm sorry I'm late. Nice to meet you, I'm Yu Songlin."