He was a bit far from Yan Chuan, on the opposite side, unable to discuss quietly, so he had to keep a stoic face and swallow his words.
However, Dan Qi’s gaze lingered between Yan Chuan and the young man beside him with platinum hair.
The latter’s attitude was cold and rebellious, giving him a dispassionate glance before shifting his focus back to Yan Chuan.
The eagerness in his eyes resembled that of a man seeing his wife after a long time.
Dan Qi couldn’t comprehend this description that suddenly appeared in his mind.
Yet this person hadn’t spoken to Yan Chuan at all, and Yan Chuan avoided his gaze, not exchanging any looks.
Dan Qi’s expression suddenly turned a bit strange.
Yan Chuan’s random thoughts were interrupted when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
As a scrolling message on the screen reminded the contestants to go to their designated positions, the door had already closed firmly behind them.
But now, it swung open unexpectedly.
Yan Chuan couldn’t help but look towards the door with everyone else present.
Was it a tardy contestant or an unintroduced inviter?
Standing outside was a tall, handsome man in a suit.
He had a towering physique, broad shoulders, and long legs wrapped in dress trousers, clearly an impressively powerful build.
His features were striking, with sharp contours, and the half-shadowed look in his eyes exuded a cool light.
His face bore no expression as he casually surveyed the hall before striding directly towards Yan Chuan—
Taking a seat at the opposite sixth position.
When a person suddenly entered the room as others were already seated, it was evident they would be subjected to a barrage of curious glances.
However, the contestants present were seasoned participants and didn’t rashly speak out, maintaining an atmosphere of subtle silence.
Fortunately, the later arrivals were not the “inviter” who sent them their invitations; they were contestants, albeit ones with particularly striking appearances.
Yet the manner of their entrance… was indeed quite unusual.
Yan Chuan’s eyes widened.
If he wasn’t mistaken, wasn’t this person his “husband” from the first script?
Or one of the “true and false husbands” from it.
As the man took his seat, Yan Chuan’s thoughts became even more chaotic.
Well, he didn’t even know if this person before him was the real husband or the fake husband.
At first glance, he barely recognized that this person was his “husband” from the first script.
Even the two lovers from the first script were present.
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids and blinked in a bit of fluster.
[Quick, quick, quick, look what I found! Yan Bao and his husbands]
[Yan Bao’s husbands have re-emerged like phoenixes from the ashes!]
[The former husband appears once again, but there’s another man beside the wife and two old flames. How to win back the wife’s heart, let me elaborate]
[Yan Bao: Watching contestants from afar, but up close it’s the husband holding a meeting]
[The wife’s expression is so surprised; did she almost not recognize who is who… I can’t take it, I’m going to die laughing here]
Underneath the gaze, the other contestants at the long table remained calm.
The long-haired man held a card, seemingly taken from nowhere; it was the most common playing card. He flicked it in his palm, the thin paper reflecting faint glimmers like sharp blades.
In a flash, the card revealed a joker pattern, matching the tattoo on the back of his hand.
The platinum-haired young man remained calm, simply following the contestant in seat number one with his gaze.
The later man took his seat.
His expression was cold, casting a quick glance around the long table before retracting it immediately, seeming uninterested in the assigned teammates.
The others also looked at him without eliciting any response from him.
He merely stated, “Su, my name.”
His voice was cold, with a flat intonation, echoing through the otherwise quiet hall.
Hearing this voice, the contestants in the hall seemed to react and introduced themselves to one another.
They were brought in by the survival variety show for a spin-the-wheel game, so how could they not know their assigned teammates?
As the contestant in seat one, Yan Chuan steeled himself to speak.
“My name is Yan Chuan,” his eyelashes fluttered: “I am contestant number 43786.”
With him setting the tone, the other contestants at the long table followed suit, introducing themselves in order of their seat numbers.
The platinum-haired young man straightened his lazy expression and smirked slightly: “Cory, number 2569.”
The long-haired man flipped the card over onto the table, his tone casual: “Jiangqi, number 3675.”
Dan Qi and Tang Zhen also reported their names and numbers in a neutral manner.
Having numbers meant they were contestants.
Yan Chuan stared at the table, suddenly feeling uncertain.
Cory… the name was the same, but was he also a contestant?
Then why was Cory present in his solo script as an NPC?
Yan Chuan couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance at the relaxed young man.
After a series of disconnect sounds, a line of bold text quickly scrolled across the screen again.
[Special Variety Show: Spin the Wheel Game officially begins]
As the icy mechanical voice recounted the words from the screen, the contestants’ expressions turned serious.
They had all carefully reviewed the rules on the invitation letter and knew that this was the moment the game commenced.
The screen reiterated the game rules.
[Contestants must take turns according to seating order to complete the requirements on the spin wheel, either truth or dare.]
[No shuffling of order, and no refusal to complete the requirements.]
The spin wheel at the center of the long table suddenly began to rotate.
There was no external force acting on it, yet the pointer spun wildly, rapidly swirling across the wheel.
Yan Chuan focused on the circular disc and the small screen beside it.
According to the game rules, he was the first person to participate in the game.