Chapter 41 He Ziyan is me.

After dinner, everyone returned to their respective rooms.

There was an extra card and a cell phone on the bed; this was the show's first task.

[Guests need to choose a member of the opposite sex to send a "spring message"—quickly tell them how you feel right now!]

Jiang Luo had no other choice but to choose He Ziyan.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hunched over, gripped her phone, and typed listlessly: "Nice to meet you."

It was perfunctory, but without any faults.

That's her usual prudent approach.

After sending the message, put the phone back where it was.

She got up and went to the wardrobe to find her pajamas, preparing to wash up and go to bed.

"Beep beep".

"Beep beep".

I received two messages in a row.

She casually draped her silk pajamas over her arm and picked up her phone to check it.

The first one comes from Qin Ning.

Qin Ning: [Teacher Jiang, I really didn't expect to meet you here. You taught me acting before, and I haven't had a chance to properly repay you yet. From now on, I will repay you with my actions. Teacher Jiang, please take care of me in the days to come.]

After reading it, Jiang Luo sighed with worry.

Given Qin Ning's overly exaggerated acting skills, she actually didn't want people to know that she had taught him.

Messages are sent and received, but not replied to.

The other one comes from He Ziyan.

He Ziyan: [He Ziyan is me.]

puff.

Jiang Luo grinned.

These five short words vividly demonstrate He Ziyan's amazing thought process.

Cold, brief, a little arrogant, and somewhat funny.

It's not "I am He Ziyan," but rather "He Ziyan is me."

If it's not you, then who is it?

It's as if [He Ziyan] is a symbol, and he just happened to become that symbol.

Well, Jiang Luo had to admit that this peculiar way of expressing herself worked quite well for her.

She smirked and looked at it again.

It's weird, but also a little bit cute.

Curiosity is stirring.

-

The next room.

After the lights were turned off, the curtains blocked out the light from outside, and the entire bedroom was pitch black.

On the bed, He Ziyan lay flat, eyes closed, not asleep.

He never expected to run into his "lover" whom he had never met before.

Much earlier than expected.

He had originally made a comprehensive plan.

The first step is to make Luo Luo realize that her Yan Zihe is different from other Yan Zihes.

The second step is to confirm that Luo Luo likes Yan Zihe enough.

The third step is to further confirm whether Luo Luo's affection for Yan Zihe is only for the character or for him hidden beneath Yan Zihe's identity.

The fourth step is to reveal your identity to her if the answer to the previous step is the latter.

The fifth step is to appear in her life as He Ziyan.

Nowadays, jumping directly from step one to step five is like taking a helicopter.

He Ziyan turned over and frowned slightly.

If he were to tell Luo Luo now that he is actually her Yan Zihe, and that he has been her "boyfriend" all these days, how would Luo Luo react?

Do you think he's a pervert?

Completely abandon "Love at the End of the World" and think he's a pervert?

Blacklisting him in real life and considering him a pervert?

That's roughly the case.

well.

Before you've determined Luo Luo's feelings, you shouldn't act rashly.

He Ziyan turned over again and smiled.

Based on their interactions today, it seems that Luo Luo's cuteness is only shown to her "boyfriend".

As for other irrelevant people, she mostly kept a respectful distance.

This stark contrast makes her even more vivid and... adorable.

so cute.

He Ziyan turned over again and pursed his lips slightly.

Luo Luo needed companionship, so he became Yan Zihe.

He was captivated by her, and so Luo Luo entered his life.

Perhaps... this is fate.

In the game, she tries to win him over.

Now, it's his turn.

Suddenly opening his eyes, He Ziyan's ink-black eyes shone brightly, and he gave a sly smile.

Hello player, the walkthrough... is about to begin.

-

The bright moon hangs high, illuminating the courtyard and shining into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the coffee table, a forgotten book sits forlornly.

-

"Luo Luo, let's go on an adventure."

"Luo Luo, the morning star is in position."

"Luo Luo..."

As Yan Zihe called out to her repeatedly, Jiang Luo groggily opened her eyes.

I instinctively reached for my phone, but instead touched an unfamiliar bedside table.

They were recording a variety show.

She instantly regained consciousness.

This is not her home.

I glanced at the ticking alarm clock; it was 8 o'clock.

I actually slept until 8 o'clock.

She rarely does this at home.

Perhaps yesterday's social interactions took a toll on my energy.

Perhaps it's because putting down the phone allows the brain to truly relax.

She didn't know either.

It's quiet outside the room. Everyone must have left.

According to the rules of variety show recording, the guests can leave the cabin at any time to complete their own work.

Unfortunately, Jiang Luo currently has no other job.

To be precise, recording "Springtime Romance" is currently her only job.

Stretching, Jiang Luo got up, washed up, and changed her clothes.

Stepping out of the bedroom and around the corner, I saw He Ziyan sitting at the dining table.

He was reading a book, facing directly in her direction.

Today he was dressed casually in a pure white cotton crew neck long-sleeved shirt with the word "crane" printed in jet black.

This gentle loungewear masked his natural ruthlessness, making him appear even more harmless.

In fact, He Ziyan has an innocent, puppy-like face.

Whether it's her eyes, which exude a pure and innocent aura even when lowered, or her delicate nose and lips, they all radiate an aura of innocence and purity.

If it were an ordinary idol with He Ziyan's looks, they would probably be given a "cute" persona.

On stage, she pouts, acts coquettishly, jumps around... and so on.

A scene of He Ziyan clenching his arms tightly, whimpering and acting coquettishly, automatically popped into Jiang Luo's mind... A chill ran down Jiang Luo's spine.

In short, as long as He Ziyan doesn't look at her with that overly intense gaze, and doesn't say those hurtful things to her, Jiang Luo isn't so resistant to him.

In fact, Jiang Luo quite liked the somewhat peculiar message she received last night.

Hmm... I'll just add 1 point to my favorability rating for now.

She smiled silently.

If we convert it to the rules of "Love in the Apocalypse", her current level of affection for He Ziyan is probably... -999.

"Is it pretty?" He Ziyan asked abruptly without looking up.

Jiang Luo was startled.

Favorability -99999!

"It's alright," Jiang Luo said, not to be outdone, and walked over.

He Ziyan looked up at her with a half-smile, his slender fingers brushing the corner of the book, his fingertips round and white.

He clearly showed no dissatisfaction; on the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile in his eyes, reminiscent of dappled sunlight filtering through leaves in summer.

He seems...too difficult to get along with.

"Are you hungry?" He Ziyan inserted the bookmark, closed the book, and stood up.

Jiang Luo stopped at the corner of the table. "A little. Have you eaten?"

“No,” He Ziyan replied softly and casually, “I’m waiting to taste the noodles you cooked.”

Jiang Luo: "...Oh."

I still remember this.

She took a hair tie out of her pocket, neatly tied her hair up, and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll cook."

He Ziyan then headed towards the refrigerator.

Looking at him, Jiang Luo recalled the scene from yesterday—

He handed her the noodles, and she placed them on the table.

He handed her the dishes, and she placed them on the table.

I don't want to experience the "emotionless vegetable-discarding machine" again.