Chapter 5 First Appearance in a Romance Genre (Part 2) A stunning entrance, breathtaking at first glance…

The novel *The Story of the Stone*, a pinnacle of classical literature in the People's Republic of China, describes the appearance of a certain person in this way.

Before he could finish speaking, laughter was heard from the backyard, and a group of wives and maids surrounded a person who came in through the back door... The person was splendid and beautiful, like a goddess or fairy.

Countless literary critics have been captivated by the exquisite realm of "hearing the voice before seeing the person" that Xueqin captured with just a few strokes of his pen.

In some situations, sound is a more sensitive medium than sight.

It was precisely this perfect opportunity—the people sitting around the sofa looked at each other, awkwardly unsure how to utter the first word.

That clear, crisp voice rang out so perfectly.

"Sorry I'm a little late."

Everyone's gaze turned to the half-open white walnut door, a thousand faces, a thousand expressions, all intersecting in that instant.

For a mere second, the eardrum temporarily took over the brain, and Hertz took control of consciousness. They vaguely traced the outlines of what they heard, as if through a layer of morning mist.

Ji Yao was thinking about the fleeting glimpse at the dinner table; Lin Mo was thinking about the poem on the bridge tower; Fu Duan Nian thought it was rational; Shan Hao Tian thought it was passionate.

Even Murong Yuan, who was usually so aloof that he wouldn't even raise an eyebrow, was somewhat dazed. He recalled the damp, cold moonlight that fell on the windowsill when he was young.

See, it's hard for any one person to have a perfect Hamlet. So fantasies are always on the verge of collapse, fading away time and time again, and then falling into silence.

But that was Yan Quan.

Yan Quan's greatest talent lies in becoming someone's fantasy during those fleeting moments of youth.

Dust swirled and spun on the floor, while a glaring sliver of sunlight fell squarely on a person's shoulder, their beautiful, expressive eyes curving into crescents.

He nodded slightly and whispered his name. Each syllable moved perfectly between his lips and tongue:

He said, "Hello everyone, my name is Yan Quan."

The tense atmosphere lingered for what seemed like an eternity until the staff with the cameras pointed it out, and only then did a few gasps of surprise finally escape from the crowd.

One person arrives late, while a group of people awaken from a deep dream.

To their astonishment, they discovered that almost all of those illusory and dazzling shadows miraculously overlapped with the name Yan Quan in front of them.

With his clear and sharp features, tall and upright stature, and aloof demeanor, he commanded everyone's attention.

It is as cold as a mountain spring, and as bright as the moon in the clouds.

Yan Quan is a reality that is closer to fantasy than fantasy itself.

"...Everyone," the person standing by the doorframe seemed to have been waiting for too long, a slight smile playing on their lips, looking aggrieved but actually with a playful glint in their eyes: "Aren't you welcoming me in?"

"No, no! You're very welcome!" Shan Haotian snapped out of his daze, jumped up, and was about to help Yan Quan carry his suitcase.

“No need, it’s very light.” Yan Quan’s gaze swept over Alaph, and he picked up the suitcase with a backhand.

Stepping forward, lowering down, and returning to the starting position—the movements are clean, crisp, and fluid, executed in one smooth motion.

The loose white shirt was pinched and rode upwards, outlining a slender waist, and the thin muscles of the arms were faintly visible through the white shirt...

This should be an Alpha.

When she lowered her head slightly, a silver choker was exposed without any covering, fitting snugly against her skin; her collarbone, wet with rain, gleamed with a mesmerizing pearly luster.

He exuded an alluring, almost sinful, sense of asceticism, while simultaneously reminding everyone that he was an omega.

The seemingly contradictory concepts of powerful oppression and tender vulnerability have miraculously found a harmony in this person.

He exists subtly between the oppressive strength of a strong Alpha and the gentle femininity of a weak Omega, seemingly a third sex detached from the mundane world.

The program team's intention to have Yan Quan "make a grand finale appearance" was achieved, and the viewership and popularity gradually increased, with the barrage comments reaching a small climax.

[Wow, he's so handsome!]

Isn't this the high-value passerby who outshone XX in the previous trending searches?

[The Reuters photos were a bit blurry and you couldn't even see the face clearly, but now with the high-definition cameras, you can see that the person is really damn good-looking.]

I was wrong, terribly wrong. How could this face possibly be cannon fodder?

Where did the production team find this treasure?

He's so beautiful I'm speechless.

This is the first time I've truly grasped the significance of the phrase "there's a barrier between us and others."

[Add one, I originally thought Ji Yao was very pretty, but she completely paled in comparison after O3 came out.]

His face looks like it was sculpted... I mean, how can a person's facial features be so perfect?

[The three are truly...androgynous, AO indistinguishable]

[I feel like I could be both a husband and a wife]

[Oh no... I knew the production team was still fixated on that melodramatic love triangle.]

[Yan Quan may showcase his 1v3 dog training skills in the future]

"Hey, didn't you see the banana puppy's eyes widen? It's rushing to carry the luggage!"

[Even domineering CEOs in romance novels... stared blankly at Yan Quan.]

Meanwhile, inside a high-end apartment in District A of the capital.

The room was dark and silent, with only the large LCD screen flickering faintly.

The hottest variety show is currently playing.

On the screen, Omega slowly pushed open the door and entered, the corners of his lips curved into a smile that seemed to have been meticulously calculated, perfectly flawless.

If a living person could be displayed in an art gallery, this Omega would be the Louvre's most prized possession.

The stereo, which had been playing silently, was suddenly turned up to its maximum volume by a hand that reached out from the sofa, and a clear, melodious voice echoed throughout the ceiling of the private apartment.

"My name is Yan Quan."

"Heh..." The dark figure, half-leaning on the sofa, suddenly let out a light, extremely mocking laugh.

The metal object in his palm gleamed coldly with a silvery light. His calloused fingertips gently caressed and moved over the short, narrow barrel, gripping the sleek, linear gun body, before slowly aiming the muzzle at the smiling omega on the screen.

Seven years of combat experience in the military region had made him very familiar with where his index finger should rest on the trigger.

"Sweet Orange, you really haven't changed at all."

As the chilling sound faded, a deafening gunshot rang out across the outskirts of District A in the capital.

………………

With the recording of the program now complete, all three A's and three O's had arrived. After a brief introduction and pleasantries, everyone began to tour the cabin together.

The cabin is bathed in warm yellow light, with light colors throughout, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere.

The first floor is a leisure area, including a gathering room, an open kitchen, a garden terrace, and other living and entertainment facilities. The second floor is a rest area for guests.

After a long and tiring journey, the first task upon arriving at the cabin was, of course, to assign rooms and settle in for rest.

It's impossible for one person to have a room. It's not that the production team doesn't have money; it's mainly for the sake of creating a good variety show effect.

Imagine two close friends sharing a room, only to discover they both have feelings for the same guest... Suddenly, their pure friendship takes a slightly off turn.

On a minor scale, it can lead to "jealousy and open or covert struggles"; on a major scale, it can lead to "tearing apart relationships and becoming enemies." If one encounters a dignified person who "let go and silently blesses," one can even shed tears on the spot and take a sentimental turn.

The public has always loved watching dramatic conflicts, and the production team, in pursuit of higher ratings, is doing everything they can to fan the flames, hoping for the most chaotic scene possible.

Therefore, the room layout on the second floor is quite subtle: two double rooms and two single rooms.

Out of courtesy to Omega, if both single rooms were given to Omega, it would inevitably mean that one Omega would have to share a room with an Alpha... which would obviously be a bit indecent.

But if three rooms were made available for Omegas, it would mean three tall Alphas would have to squeeze into one double room, and the extra person would have to sleep on the floor...

Alphas are a species with a strong sense of territory. It's already stifling enough for them to live with other Alphas, but to be "humiliated" by having to sleep on the floor in front of everyone... The three Alphas looked at each other and tacitly refrained from mentioning the solution.

So the final allocation agreement was that the two omegas and the alpha would sleep in two double rooms, and the remaining one alpha and one omega would sleep in single rooms.

This is where the production team's "cunning" lies, because those two single rooms are not only spacious and well-lit, but also have private bathrooms and walk-in closets.

This is worlds apart from the cramped, dimly lit double room next door, where guests have to share a dressing room and bathroom.

"...What do you mean?" The group stood at the door of the elegant and luxurious single room and fell silent again.

Since it was our first meeting and we were all unfamiliar with each other, and we were filming a TV show with so many eyes watching, I had to put on a nonchalant front even though I secretly wanted a private room.

"Everyone, please choose first. I'm fine with any room," Lin Mo said quickly in a low voice before lowering her head.

"Um...then I..." Ji Yao was originally standing closest to the door frame of the single room, with her leg already halfway in, but after hearing Lin Mo's words, she turned her ankle back.

Suddenly, the young lady remembered the "innocent girl" script that was completely out of character for her, so she generously followed suit and said, "Me too, I don't care which room I stay in... cough cough, this room has pretty good lighting."

Since the Omega had spoken, the Alphas were too embarrassed to argue and could only nod and say, "The Omega should choose first."

The atmosphere fell silent again, a faint awkwardness rising in the still air—the suitcases were still piled up downstairs unpacked, and delaying the room assignments was not good for anyone.

"Since everyone has said so..."

The rolling wheels of the suitcases creaked as they rolled across the wooden floor, and Yan Quan's calm voice drifted over from behind the group.

With a long, strong arm, he gently pushed the suitcase handle forward, and the 24-inch square behemoth slid smoothly against the door frame.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Yan Quan leaned against the wall, a slight smile playing on his lips, exuding a perfectly appropriate nonchalance.

With her long, thick eyelashes half-closed, a hint of aloofness escaped from the depths of her eyes.

That laugh was sharp and carried a hint of coldness. It seemed that as soon as this person opened his mouth, no matter how absurd his request was, people would willingly agree to it.

"Then, can I choose first?"

Yan Quan's voice was like the refreshing mint in midsummer: "I want this single room."

A note from the author:

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That's right, this is exactly what a beloved and popular character looks like [heart eyes]. The author is having such a great time, cooking for herself [heart eyes]