Passersby naturally stopped to watch.
“Romantic understanding…” Yan Chuan glanced at the small note handed to him by the event organizer and, feeling the intense gaze from beside him, read the content aloud slowly: “Can you recognize the other person without seeing them?”
What does this mean?
Yan Chuan glanced at the camera, a bit puzzled.
The photographer, following behind, dutifully pretended he wasn’t there.
Yan Chuan’s gaze wandered before returning to the note.
The photographer could offer him no answers; he had to interpret the organizer’s intentions himself.
Moreover, Yan Chuan did not want to ask his “boyfriends” beside him.
Yesterday, Qi Yan had drawn a note with the theme of changing outfits, and the organizers had provided him with prepared clothing and desserts to present to his partner.
This was clearly not a difficult task for the other members, as all other competitors were paired one-on-one—changing outfits and giving desserts was something couples would do.
However, Yan Chuan had a total of five partners.
This meant he not only had to knock on each door to deliver the desserts but also had to say the same sentences five times.
Yan Chuan had no idea if the live audience had grown tired of it; by the end, he was so flustered that he could barely speak.
Dressed in a short qipao provided by the organizers, he held the tray nervously at the door, only to be pulled inside before he could deliver the desserts.
The desserts had not been fully consumed, but Yan Chuan’s cheeks had flushed a bright red.
His “boyfriends” seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they were still live, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.
They urged him to feed them dessert or even smear cream on his own lips.
Yan Chuan had no idea how red his face had turned and was too embarrassed to say anything with the photographer trailing behind him.
Thankfully, he couldn’t see the live chat at that moment; otherwise, he would have felt too awkward to handle.
Later that night, while reviewing the live stream, Yan Chuan made a point of checking out the other contestants’ streams.
They were also doing outfit changes and desserts, but their streams were evidently not as awkward as his.
These contestants were paired one-on-one, meaning they only had to knock once, while he had to knock five times, walking from the end of the corridor to the staircase.
Yan Chuan began to understand that the organizers just wanted more exciting live content and didn’t care about the struggles of a poor little streamer like him.
Before bed, as he looked in the mirror, Yan Chuan noticed that his lips were red and slightly swollen.
He could only thank fortune that he didn’t have to go live that night; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten any rest at all.
“Let’s see what’s here,” Yan Chuan considered, remembering that staff members had just arrived to remind them to prepare and head to the hall.
He opened the small box that came with the note.
The box was small, about the size of a palm, so it definitely wouldn’t contain any prepared “clothing”; he opened it directly.
“What is it?” Ke Li leaned closer to ask.
Yan Chuan’s voice sounded hesitant: “It’s a blindfold…?”
It was black, thin, soft to the touch, slightly cool in his hand, but it didn’t let any light through.
Giving him a blindfold… does that mean he would “not see” once he put it on?
After “not seeing,” would he then recognize the other person?
Yan Chuan’s delicate brows knitted in confusion.
But with so many partners, did that mean he was supposed to recognize each one individually?
“Let’s go,” Qi Yan said, “Let’s first check in the hall and see what they say.”
Yan Chuan clutched the thin blindfold as he followed Qi Yan and the others to the hall.
The hall was on the first floor of a villa, spacious and open, with only a few necessary tables and chairs set up.
When Yan Chuan arrived, the other contestants were already present.
Staff members dressed in uniform were there as well, cheerfully explaining the rules of the event.
“This activity tests the contestants’ understanding of each other,” one staff member said. “We have found ten similar-sized people for each contestant. According to the rules, contestants need to blindfold themselves, touch the arms and faces of others, and identify their partners from among the crowd.”
“Partners cannot speak; only staff can ask simple questions and relay answers.”
Hearing the staff explain the rules, Yan Chuan’s heart sank.
Understanding… is that what this means?
His gaze scanned the contestants in the hall; they appeared relaxed and chatted with their partners, wearing carefree expressions.
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together, feeling more conflicted.
Following such rules, his five partners meant he would need to discern from among fifty substitutes!
Would the organizers really provide that many “age-matched, similarly-sized” substitutes for him?
Even if they did find them, Yan Chuan looked around hesitantly; could that many people really fit here?
He felt that this activity was incredibly unfriendly to him.
[I want to sign up as an extra!!! Let my wife touch me!!!]
[I’m here again, can I also join as a 190 cm tall rich president!]
[With this rule, does that mean my wife has to touch over fifty guys, hehe…]
[You’ve worked hard, darling. Should I suggest other ways to recognize people, like by feeling…?]
“Of course,” the staff member smoothly changed the subject and added, “Considering certain special circumstances, there is one group of contestants that doesn’t have to follow these rules.”
Yan Chuan blinked, ears perked up, attentively listening to the staff member.
“Because this group has many partners, ah,” the staff member paused for a moment, “they only need to recognize the names of their five partners.”
Suddenly, Yan Chuan felt all eyes in the room turn toward him.
A rosy blush fell upon his snow-white cheeks, creating a soft pink glow, and the corners of his eyes involuntarily took on a hint of color.
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