This group of contestants with special circumstances refers, of course, to the streamer “Little Rabbit Sweetheart”.
Wearing the ID “Little Rabbit Sweetheart”, Yan Chuan sighed: …
He felt it was unwise to bring so many people to participate in the live event!
The event quickly started, and the order was determined by drawing lots. This time Yan Chuan drew from the box himself, and fortunately, he became the last one.
This made Yan Chuan breathe a sigh of relief; although going last still required him to go on stage, at least he didn’t have to be the first.
He needed a little time to mentally prepare himself.
Recognizing “accurately identifying the names of five partners” … Yan Chuan thought for a moment, and he realized he might not really be able to do it.
This inability was in the sense that he couldn’t tell them apart.
Because Qi Yan and the others were all tall, much taller than Yan Chuan, who had a slender build. They were tall, long-legged, and broad-shouldered.
Aside from Ke Li, who still had some boyish frailty, exuding a hint of youthfulness.
Yan Chuan avoided the camera, secretly observing the men waiting not far from him.
To avoid embarrassing himself in front of so many viewers, Yan Chuan decided to start observing them from now on.
Most of the photographers were focused on the contestants in the center of the hall, so he tried to avoid the camera and casually glanced in their direction.
In terms of height, Qi Yan might be the tallest, but all five of them were quite tall, and the differences among them were subtle, making it impossible to distinguish who was who based only on height.
Yan Chuan mentally dismissed this aspect.
The game rules stated that the contestants with blindfolds could determine who their partner was by touching their face and arms.
Yan Chuan pondered and decided to focus on observing those body parts.
He blindfolded himself, and the light-blocking capabilities of the mask were quite good, so he would definitely have to rely on touch to identify them later.
Touching the hands? However, Yan Chuan had compared their physiques and found they were quite similar; their arms were much sturdier than his.
So he could only touch their faces.
Yan Chuan discreetly focused on Qi Yan.
The man’s face was deep and handsome, with clear features and a smoothly sharp jawline.
Yan Chuan’s fingertips twitched.
What if he reached out to touch him, would he be able to recognize him?
Thinking this, he turned his gaze to the others.
Suddenly, a shadow fell before him.
Yan Chuan looked up and curiously hummed.
It was Qi Yan, whom he had secretly glanced at just now.
With his heavy gaze fixed on Yan Chuan, he felt a bit uncomfortable and averted his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, fearing to disturb others.
Qi Yan was tall and blocky, blocking out the light in front of Yan Chuan.
“About the activity later,” Qi Yan’s voice was low, “don’t we need to practice a little beforehand?”
“What…?” Yan Chuan suddenly realized what he meant, opened his mouth: “… Do we need to?”
Qi Yan simply looked at him in silence.
Yan Chuan realized that perhaps his earlier gaze had been too obvious and that Qi Yan had noticed.
His face turned slightly red as he nervously glanced around, and only when he saw that no photographers were aiming at them did he nod.
“Alright, if you’re free right now,” Yan Chuan remembered he also had four partners, “What about them, don’t they need to join us?”
Since they were going to practice, they surely needed to include all of his partners.
Otherwise, if he only tried with Qi Yan, he still wouldn’t be able to recognize the others.
“They are over there,” Qi Yan informed Yan Chuan, “Let’s go.”
Yan Chuan followed him.
“We…” Yan Chuan thought for a moment, looking at the tall figures surrounding him, and asked, “How do we start?”
Qi Yan and the others stood close by, forming a tall circle around him, completely overshadowing the slender little streamer.
Yan Chuan hesitated, looking at them.
Did he really need to touch each of them one by one, like yesterday’s activity where he went door to door handing out sweets?
[Let’s boldly guess that the little wife might really not recognize these few men]
[It’s fine; if she can’t recognize them, she can just avoid the cameras after the broadcast and instinctively “recognize” them by touch]
[Will the little wife be so oblivious that she won’t even realize when someone was changed midway?]
[She’s so busy; so what if she can’t recognize who’s who?]
[Just thinking that they can be touched by the little wife’s hands makes me incredibly envious, it’s heartbreaking!]
“The staff said we can touch a bit,” Evan said with a sly tone, “You can start with me.”
“Alright…” Yan Chuan felt the eyes of the others on him, his cheeks burning as he looked down at the floor.
Evan cooperatively took his hand.
The wrist was gripped, and rough fingertips grazed the delicate inner side gently, guiding his slender fingers from his chest up to his jaw, pausing there for a moment.
The pretty little streamer felt a bit nervous, his fluttering eyelashes cast a small shadow against his pale cheek.
In front of him stood a man much taller, with broad shoulders. His arms were stronger than those of the pretty little streamer, yet his delicate fingers brushed lightly against him.
Observing such a powerful and imposing figure, the tall men were particularly compliant before the slender, beautiful little streamer.
His fingertips were slightly cool, but the skin beneath was warm. Whether it was this or something else, after a slight touch, the pretty little streamer felt as if his fingertips were tinged with warmth.
【Frantically screenshotting for future needs】
【Yan’s hands are so small, they seem tiny compared to the bad boys; they could easily be held in one hand】
【Can’t take it anymore; I love the height difference, it feels like anyone can easily carry the little wife, sobbing】
【But still, this scenario is truly satisfying; as an avid fan of gender-bending and love triangles, I find great fulfillment here.】
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