Should it still count now?
Yan Chuan thought for a moment, then entered the numbers on his phone and sent a message to Shang Qi.
He didn’t say much, directly stating his identity and inquiring about the invitation code.
Shang Qi was quite adamant in the escape variety show, so it should also hold true outside; there was no need for him to deceive him.
Yan Chuan ignored the last scene involving Shang Qi and the NPC in the escape variety show, which involved a quarrel about who was truly his husband.
Two days later, Yan Chuan finally received a message from Shang Qi.
He had been staying at a sanatorium for a few days, living an incredibly tranquil life, either cooperating with the nurse for check-ups or watching some mindless variety shows with her.
Occasionally, he would come across marketing accounts discussing “mysterious powers,” only to find out that they were just nonsensical stories.
Yan Chuan helplessly turned off his phone.
Shang Qi’s message came after his nap.
At that time, he was half-asleep, and when he saw the red dot of the message notification, he opened it.
He was immediately bombarded with a long string of messages, filling the entire screen, and scrolling down just revealed even more.
“Are you there? I just finished the script and saw your message.”
“I’m really sorry; I didn’t realize wrapping things up would take so long. It took me two days to get back to you.”
“I really like you; it’s not just an act in the script, it’s sincere. I liked you at first sight and think about you every day.”
“I didn’t have time to introduce myself in the script. I’m 189 cm tall, weigh xx, have a length of xx, and I’m healthy with no bad habits.”
“Here’s my home address xxx, door password xxx, bank account number xxx, savings xxxx, password xxx.”
“Can you accept my friend request?”
“&*?#@%+—!”
At the end, there was a crying puppy emoji.
Yan Chuan: …
He raised an eyebrow for once, pausing with his finger on the screen, and accepted Shang Qi’s friend request.
This person is quite enthusiastic?
He thought for a moment and simply replied, “Got it.”
Little did he know that this somewhat perfunctory response immediately prompted another message from the other side.
“Is your health better now? What are you doing? Are you bored? Do you want me to keep you company?”
“Can we meet offline?”
Shang Qi even sent a photo of himself doing something, subtly showing off his well-defined muscles.
Yan Chuan fell into a prolonged silence.
The nurse beside him saw the chat box filled with messages and curiously asked, “Mr. Yan, is this your friend?”
Why does he seem rather dim-witted?
But who sends a clearly staged photo to show off their body to a friend?
Yan Chuan nodded, saying, “Sort of.”
In the escape variety show, they were “underground lovers,” in a cooperative relationship; outside of the show, they could probably be considered friends?
Seeing that Shang Qi was about to send even more messages, Yan Chuan feared he might share his entire wealth and sent a message to interrupt him: “Not meeting, health is better now, just watching a variety show.”
After a moment’s thought, he took a photo and sent it over, just capturing the screen of the show with one hand in the frame.
The background of the photo was a floor-to-ceiling window draped with sheer curtains, letting in a little daylight, making the overall indoor light somewhat dim but still clear enough for Shang Qi to see.
The focus was not on the funny variety show playing on the computer screen but rather on the slender hand and long fingers that appeared in the frame.
The skin was snow-white, with faint bluish veins visible on the back, and delicate joints. The nails were neatly trimmed, and even the fingertips glowed with a subtle pink.
Like a jade sculpture, every point was perfect.
Shang Qi stared at the long, fair hand in the photo for quite a while before finally saying, “Damn…”
He felt a surge of emotions, commonly known as daydreaming.
But this kind of fantasy had its basis; he mentioned not meeting, but showing his hand could be a silent invitation, right?
Definitely was.
“About the forum you mentioned,” the fantasy was soon interrupted, Yan Chuan asked, “How do I get in?”
Shang Qi showed that he was typing for a while, then sent him a string of invitation codes and a website.
“Right here,” he said, “You can enter using the contestant number for verification.”
As if afraid Yan Chuan wouldn’t know, Shang Qi added, “It’s the number that was read out to you when you entered the escape variety show.”
Yan Chuan replied, “Okay.”
He clicked on the link, and the first thing he saw was a pure black screen with a blood-red input box in the center.
Yan Chuan entered his number.
Soon, the website redirected to a simple forum interface, with “Escape Variety Show” written in big letters at the top, divided into four sections: “Experience Sharing,” “Casual Chat and Friendship,” “Live Replays,” and “Contestant Rankings.”
The number of posts displayed in the top right corner showed over ten thousand, and there were quite a few people online, with red dots flashing, making the atmosphere lively.
Shang Qi sent him another message, detailing the purposes of each section.
“In the Experience Sharing section, you can see many people sharing the background of the scripts, but be sure to verify the authenticity of the information. The Casual Chat and Friendship section is where escape variety show contestants chat; it has everything.”
“Live Replays allow you to watch past live broadcasts, but you’ll need points to redeem; you might want to check out a few with high view counts, as they may provide some passing experience.”
“There’s not much to see in the Contestant Rankings; each contestant requires a different amount of points to pass, and the top hundred are mostly there for the thrill; their styles are rather wild.” Shang Qi added, “By the way, the gray ones are those who have gone missing in the escape variety show.”
In other words, it means they are dead.
Yan Chuan casually clicked into one section.
In the “Casual Chat and Friendship” area, he instantly saw a bright and eye-catching hot post on the homepage.
Title: Has anyone watched the multi-person script of [Apartment 13]? I’m very interested in the beautiful man’s wife, how do I pursue her?