Zhong Yi saw that there were only a few remaining seats and decisively sat in the middle position at the table. Although there were empty seats on both sides, he didn’t care at all and instead glanced at the food laid out on the table.
“Is this all you prepared? It’s too simple, isn’t it?”
The production team was left speechless. They had been criticized again.
“I think it’s pretty good,” Tong Sui said as he helped himself to some dishes. “If you find it too simple, why don’t you cook for yourself?”
“Cook for myself?” Zhong Yi widened his eyes. “How could I ever do something like that? I have my own private chef and nutritionist!”
“Then I guess Mr. Zhong will just have to make do with us commoners and eat this simple food.”
After saying that, Tong Sui stuffed a piece of sweet and sour ribs into his mouth. The glossy sauce clung to his rosy lips, making his already round face look even more appealing as his cheeks puffed during chewing.
Zhong Yi couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight.
He reached for the plate of sweet and sour ribs as well and took a piece, finding it tasted better than he expected, rather delicious indeed.
But he stubbornly replied, “While this isn’t as good as my private chef’s cooking, I suppose it’s passable.”
Jiang Ciyuan arrived late and had taken quite some time to gather his things, so he entered the dining area about five minutes later than everyone else and comfortably pulled out the chair beside Tong Sui.
Tong Sui was slightly surprised.
He was still wearing the clothes that Jiang Ciyuan had picked out for him earlier, so after thinking for a moment, he decided to greet him first.
“Do you remember me? We met at the country gold event that day.”
The bullet comments flooded in:
— What’s going on? Is the world of handsome guys this small?
— As expected, handsome guys hang out with handsome guys.
— All three of them are from City H; it’s not surprising they would meet.
— I’m also from City H, why can’t I run into anyone? I’m crying.
…
As the group ate and chatted, sharing their basic backgrounds, Zhong Yi quietly sat in his center position, listening to their conversation.
He maintained his usual expression but kept glancing at Tong Sui and Jiang Ciyuan, wanting to speak yet feeling that initiating conversation didn’t suit his status, so he held it in throughout the meal.
After they finished eating, a member of the production team said, “Now that everyone knows a little about each other, let’s emphasize the rules for this season one more time.
Firstly, private contact outside the show is prohibited, as well as confessing feelings privately or engaging in any behaviors that we cannot broadcast in front of the camera.”
The production team’s wording was quite careful; they only mentioned what could happen in front of the cameras, without delving into what might occur behind them.
After all, in a dating show, it’s quite understandable that deeper feelings may arise.
This is beyond reproach.
“Additionally, we will have a daily fixed opportunity for individual interviews and to write love letters. You can send them to anyone you have a crush on or someone who left a strong impression on you that day.
Please note, the love letters must be unsigned, and each person can only write one letter per day, but the content is unrestricted, provided it’s appropriate for broadcast.”
Love letters are also a powerful tool for measuring the emotional stages of the guests, and they have led to many dramatic scenes and arguments.
Since each person can only write one letter and can send it to anyone, some will inevitably receive more than one letter, while others may not receive any.
These dynamics are what create the excitement.
After explaining these basic rules, the guests gradually went upstairs.
Tong Sui noticed that there was an extra piece of letterhead and a pen on the table in the room, and a camera was set up right in front.
This setup was to better observe each person’s mental state while writing their letters.
He had not yet decided what to write on the letterhead, so he picked up his clothes and went to take a shower.
In the private space, of course, there were no cameras.
Tong Sui relaxed under the shower, letting the water droplets soak his black hair. He recalled the few antagonists he had encountered so far.
Chi Xingyu had chosen not to participate in this show, which was a relief for now.
As for the other three, they hadn’t shown any dangerous signs yet, so he felt like it was okay to choose anyone.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door.
Sang Cai’s voice came through, “Take your time showering; I finished writing my letter and am heading down to record an interview.”
So quick?
Tong Sui was surprised by his speed.
After taking a shower, he changed into his pajamas, draping a fluffy towel over his damp black hair, which made his face look even smaller.
When he opened the door, the audience waiting outside erupted with excitement, and the bullet comments filled the live stream screen:
— Help! What an adorable Sui Bao!!
— Familiar pajama baby, his face is all rosy and cute, I just want to hug him!!
— He looks so young; his skin seems so delicate. Which male guest gets to nibble on this precious, tender cabbage?
When Tong Sui walked out, the room was empty; it seemed no one had returned yet.
He sat down at the table, unconsciously supporting his face with one hand while hesitating with the pen tip above the letterhead for a moment.
The bullet comments were guessing who he would write to.
— So hard to guess; Sui Bao seems to have a good attitude towards everyone; he looks adorable no matter who he’s with, completely unaware of who he might be interested in.
— It should be Jiang Zong; they talked during the meal just now.
— Hahaha, first, let’s rule out Zhong Yi.
— Chi Xingyu: Has no one remembered me anymore?
Since the rules stated he could write to someone who left a strong impression on him, the first person who popped into his mind was Zhong Yi’s unique entrance. However, thinking of how arrogant Zhong Yi would be upon receiving the letter, Tong Sui dismissed the idea.
He remembered that Zhou Siyuan had arrived in the same car as him that morning, so he wrote Zhou Siyuan’s name.
The content he wrote was also quite simple, just a single sentence.
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