After finishing writing, Tong Sui went downstairs with the letter paper and followed the staff’s instructions to a small room designated for interviews.
The room was filled with various lighting panels, and several staff members were gathered around, their eyes lighting up when they saw him.
They can’t be blamed for being so surprised; Tong Sui was wearing pajamas and had damp hair, looking exceedingly innocent.
He handed the written letter to the staff.
The staff said, “Sui Bao, our interview is about to start.”
“Okay,” Tong Sui replied.
He took a seat in the interview chair.
The light hit his face, as if he was born with a charming allure.
The staff member in charge of the interview couldn’t help but swallow hard and said, “We have prepared some questions that the audience is quite curious about.”
Tong Sui responded, “Mm, go ahead and ask.”
The staff continued, “Do you know Jiang Ci Yan and Zhou Si Yuan? What is your relationship with them outside of the show?”
Tong Sui truthfully answered, “I don’t know them. We just happened to run into each other once, and we have a bit of an impression of one another. They don’t even know my name.”
“Alright,” the staff member acknowledged, “Then can you tell us why you wrote this letter to Zhou Si Yuan? Do you have feelings for him?”
“Feelings… I think I feel the most comfortable when I’m around him,” Tong Sui said, slightly frowning, “And we all met for the first time today, so I didn’t know who else to write to.”
The staff asked, “Do you think someone will write a letter to you tonight?”
Tong Sui replied, “I think so.”
“You’re quite confident, huh…”
The staff mysteriously pulled out a box and said, “Congratulations, you guessed right!”
They took out three pieces of letter paper and handed them to Tong Sui. “So, can you guess who wrote them for you?”
Tong Sui received the letter paper and opened the first one.
The first note was clear; although it was unsigned, the lines were filled with affectionate terms and even ended with a heart drawing.
“I think this one is from Sang Cai.”
He looked at the second one, the handwriting was very neat, the writer must have used their own fountain pen, and the content was simple—happy to see you again.
Given that, it must be Jiang Ci Yan or Zhou Si Yuan.
At this moment, he couldn’t judge who it was.
Then, Tong Sui picked up the third piece of paper, and the content was also simple—looking forward to spending more time together.
He couldn’t tell who had given it to him.
Perhaps it was because the program had just started and everyone was unfamiliar with one another that the notes were generally devoid of any intimate content and leaned more towards fulfilling daily tasks.
Tong Sui answered a few more trivial questions, and the production team quickly let him go.
As he went upstairs, he happened to see Zhong Yi heading down.
He obediently moved aside to let Zhong Yi pass.
Zhong Yi merely snorted and, after leaving the villa, rubbed his nose in the dark.
What was this?
This person smelled unusually good, was it the perfume or the body wash he used? Quite pleasant, indeed.
Zhong Yi was the last one to be interviewed. When he arrived at the interview room, his letter paper was completely blank; he hadn’t written anything.
He was the only one among the six who didn’t write anything at all.
Because the production team allowed not writing to a crush, and it was anonymous, everyone would just casually pick someone.
After all, receiving a letter lifts the mood.
The staff remarked, “The letter paper is blank. Did none of these guests leave an impression on you?”
“Of course they did,” Zhong Yi said, “That guy named Tong Sui—where did you find him? I’ve found him annoying for a long time.
Dressed so childishly, his face looks young like a minor, and he smells delightful. He looks like the kind of troublesome kid who would cry at the slightest provocation.”
The production team: “…”
Just say it, why are you blushing?
The staff asked, “What about the others? For instance, Jiang Ci Yan?”
Zhong Yi shivered uncontrollably, his face turning from red to green. “Are you kidding? Unless it’s the end of the world, I won’t write to him!”
Suddenly, he proclaimed with resolve, “I came here to find a partner; unless it’s someone I like, I won’t be writing a letter to anyone.”
Author’s Note:
Zhong Yi: A role model for traditional male morals.
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A partner?
The moment this word came out, the staff members were shocked. Although they didn’t have a script, this was a show after all, and everyone was recording with some commercial intentions.
After the program ends, very few actually end up in a romantic relationship.
The staff responded, “How can you be so sure you will last? After all, love has many instabilities.”
Zhong Yi, with great pride, said, “Do you know what runs in the blood of the Zhong family?”
The staff: “…”
Money? Confidence?
Zhong Yi said, “It’s loyalty to love.”
When he said this, his expression became unusually serious, the pride in his gaze fading, making the high-class aura around him even more evident.
In the director’s studio, Executive Director Sun Tao nudged the editor’s shoulder and said, “Remember to include this segment in the preview.”
“Oh, oh,”
The editor was still a bit stunned, as based on Zhong Yi’s conditions and personality, he initially thought he would be a “playboy,” with countless exes, maybe needing a mosaic to cover up scandals after half a day of airing.
But it turned out to be entirely different from his expectations.
The interview room continued recording.
The staff asked, “Who do you think will write you a letter today?”
Zhong Yi replied, “Anyone besides me is possible.”
“Very confident,” the staff remarked, “However, I’m sorry to inform you, you didn’t receive any letters today, try harder tomorrow.”
“None?”
Zhong Yi’s expression seemed to crack for a moment, “Are you saying none of them wrote my name?”