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Rong Yuheng trained for the whole morning and received a call from Xu Sun when he returned at noon.

This time, Xu Sun didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point. “Yuheng, the resources for ‘Treasure Hunt Competition’ are still assigned to you. It was the program team’s request… Do you know about this?”

Xu Sun’s words carried a hint of probing, but Rong Yuheng put up his defenses and firmly blocked it without missing a word. “Is that so? I just heard about it from you, Sun-ge.”

Xu Sun didn’t quite believe it and continued to probe. “Why do you think that is?”

Rong Yuheng was speechless. Xu Sun was like a little question mark, where were all these questions coming from?

He shamelessly replied, “Maybe it’s because of my extraordinary talent.”

Xu Sun choked for a moment and had to give up on this topic. If there were really people behind Rong Yuheng, they would undoubtedly be someone even Zai An’s Uncle couldn’t handle. He couldn’t afford to offend them.

“Then take today to adjust, and I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Sun-ge.”

After ending the call with Xu Sun, Zhou Shubai leaned over from the side and asked, “Rong Xiaoji, are you going to record a variety show?”

Rong Yuheng’s retort swirled on his tongue, but he forcefully swallowed it back…

Zhou Shubai was becoming more and more creative. What kind of spoiled and silly nickname was “Rong Xiaoji”?

“Yeah, I’m going to record a trial version of a variety show tomorrow.”

Zhou Shubai didn’t feel jealous upon hearing this. He sincerely and playfully sent his blessings. “Oh, then do your best. As this young master’s ‘peeler,’ don’t embarrass this young master.”

He had completely categorized Rong Yuheng as a household utensil. Rong Yuheng’s mood became complicated after hearing this.

“I probably won’t embarrass you… After all, even if the pots and pans in the house are smashed, no one will think their face is lost.”

Zhou Shubai was convinced by his strong analogy and, amidst his embarrassment, didn’t forget to express goodwill. “You’re different. You’re the collector’s edition.”

Rong Yuheng was touched by his words. “Thank you… That’s really too flattering.”

Zhou Shubai reassured him, “No, you deserve it.”

Zou Yi and Pu Zaixi had not returned yet, so there was a lack of a sober bystander to point out the absurdity of this conversation.

Fortunately, Rong Yuheng’s phone lit up, displaying a message notification. Zhou Shubai stopped exuding goodwill and said, “Someone is looking for you. You go ahead and attend to it.”

Rong Yuheng made a sound of agreement and opened the message, only to find that it was from Wen Zhecheng.

On the other end, Wen Zhecheng seemed to have his account hacked, as he continuously sent three [Otter rubbing face.jpg] emojis…

Rong Yuheng raised an eyebrow in confusion: ?

Wen Zhecheng, on the other side, received the question mark and was actually a little happy— in his mind, only people with a good relationship would be so casual!

If Rong Yuheng could understand his thoughts at the moment, he would definitely try to correct him:

No, when Zai An and I were arguing, we also exchanged question marks.

In reality, Wen Zhecheng just felt an itch to talk to Rong Yuheng.

Especially when he learned that Rong Yuheng had secured the resources, he couldn’t help but feel happy for him. There was an impulse building up in his chest that he needed to release somehow.

Wen Zhecheng wasn’t the type of person who would actively find topics to talk about. He thought for a moment and took a few pictures before sending them over.

As the message at the top of the screen displayed “Typing…” in anticipation, Wen Zhecheng couldn’t help but straighten his back with excitement. His face was bathed in sunlight, as if a bright red scarf was fluttering on his chest…

On the other hand, Rong Yuheng’s state of mind was completely different.

He looked at the dry pictures in the chat box, unable to speak but with words on the tip of his tongue, and with words stifled but a desire to speak— Wen Zhecheng’s messages throughout had no textual explanation, not even a punctuation mark!

Rong Yuheng couldn’t understand at all!

He focused on this series of messages, then fell into contemplation…

Scenes of surviving on a deserted island and intense battles between police and criminals jumped around in his mind, rearranging freely. The leftovers of spy and detective dramas couldn’t help but intersperse among them…

Rong Yuheng’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and then a bold conclusion popped into his mind, shocking him—

Could it be that Wen Zhecheng was kidnapped!

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed to him: “Otter rubbing face” was a secret signal, indicating that Wen Zhecheng was in an abnormal state. The photos were clues, specifying the location of the other party.

Once this conclusion was reached, Rong Yuheng became restless: Wen Zhecheng had such a stunning appearance! He couldn’t tell whether he was being kidnapped for money or for other reasons.

While clenching the Jade Guanyin, he offered his second prayer and attempted to confirm the other person’s safety.

[Rong Yuheng]: Can we video chat?

After sending this message, there was no response from Wen Zhecheng for a while.

Rong Yuheng rushed out of the dormitory, running to the end of a deserted corridor, ready to face the kidnappers head-on!

However, the message confirming his doubts seemed to sink into the abyss without creating any waves…

The sense of terror in Rong Yuheng’s heart gradually expanded—

He had been killed!

It happened in the blink of an eye. Just as Rong Yuheng’s small hand was about to press the number “11,” a message from Wen Zhecheng, labeled as “suspected victim,” appeared on the screen.

[Wen Zhecheng]: Sure.

At this moment, Wen Zhecheng had no idea that if he had been two seconds later, he might have heard the sirens wailing on the streets of Country F.

Rong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief: It seems like there’s still a survivor.

He quickly dialed a video call, and after just two rings, the call was answered—

Wen Zhecheng’s enlarged handsome face instantly appeared on the screen, the camera shaking twice as if adjusting the angle, finally settling at a 45-degree angle.

“…” Rong Yuheng’s gaze gradually shifted from worry to suspicion.

Why does the other person seem to have no cares in the world and even has the leisure to adjust angles?

There was a bit of water on the tips of Wen Zhecheng’s hair, deliberately smoothed to make it shiny. Coupled with his face, which often graced the pages of fashion magazines, it truly left people at a loss for words.

He looked over with his eyes, then looked away. “Hello?”

Rong Yuheng narrowed his eyes and leaned in, trying to discern his situation. “Teacher Wen, are you okay? If you’ve been kidnapped, blink your eyes.”

As he suddenly approached, his face almost pressed against the screen, as if he was about to kiss it. A small portion of his collarbone was visible behind his chin, and the neckline lowered with his movement, leaving the imagination to fill in the missing lower half that was out of the frame.

Wen Zhecheng’s mind went blank for a moment.

Then his hands started moving uncontrollably…

After waiting for a few seconds for Wen Zhecheng’s response and receiving none, Rong Yuheng looked down. It seemed like the hands outside the frame were engaged in some sort of small movement…

It looked like he was taking a screenshot.

Rong Yuheng fell silent.

He didn’t want to assume the worst of the kind-hearted and beautiful Wen Zhecheng, especially when the latter was willing to take risks on his behalf.

Rong Yuheng held back for a few seconds but couldn’t resist any longer. He spoke as gently as possible, “Teacher Wen, if I misunderstood, then I apologize… May I ask if you were taking a screenshot?”

“!!”

Wen Zhecheng, who was exposed, was suddenly shocked, and he blinked his eyes.

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

Rong Yuheng was so startled that his voice trembled, and he let out a shrill scream like a distressed chicken. “You blinked! You’re really kidnapped!”

Wen Zhecheng hurriedly reassured him, “No, no, no, no…”

His movements were too rushed, and a water droplet hanging from his hair swung violently and fell, landing on his forehead with a “pat” sound. In this absurd situation, it became even more ridiculous.

“I’m in Country F, I haven’t been kidnapped!”

“Not kidnapped?” Rong Yuheng’s emotions calmed down a bit upon hearing this, but the seed of doubt still remained. “Then what about the pictures?”

Wen Zhecheng said, “I thought they looked good, so I took them to show you.”

Rong Yuheng leaned in, “Sent to a group?”

Wen Zhecheng hesitated for two seconds, then looked up. Through the screen, his gaze couldn’t help but tighten, showing some embarrassment.

“No, I only sent them to you.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

The two of them remained silent for a while, and suddenly Rong Yuheng hung up the call with a “snap”!

At the end of the empty corridor, he stared at the disconnected screen of his phone, and his restless hand rested on his chest:

Damn, damn, damn, what… what the hell??

Before he could calm down, messages from Wen Zhecheng followed immediately, popping up one after another.

[Wen Zhecheng]: What’s wrong?

[Wen Zhecheng]: Did I say something wrong just now?

[Wen Zhecheng]: If you’re busy, deal with your matters first… we can chat later.

[Wen Zhecheng]: [Otter rubbing face.jpg]

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Damn it!

His already tumultuous emotions became even more turbulent!

What kind of creature is Wen Zhecheng? What was that atmosphere just now? And what was with that look in his eyes?

And an otter rubbing its face!

Rong Yuheng just wanted to rub his own brain now: Wen Zhecheng, snap out of it! Do you realize you’re about to go OOC1Out of character?

…

Dragging his exhausted body and fragmented soul, Rong Yuheng returned to the dormitory and saw Pu Zaixi and Zou Yi inside.

When the two of them saw him, a similar look of fear appeared on their faces.

“You look like you’ve had your yang energy sucked away by a little fairy!”

Zhou Shubai chimed in, “Little Ji just went out to make a phone call.”

Pu Zaixi pondered, “Remote yang energy absorption?”

Rong Yuheng shook his head, not wanting to say much.

He tried to convince himself that Wen Zhecheng might be experiencing some kind of illness or not adjusting well to the surroundings, and that he would be fine when he came back-

The next day was the recording of the “Treasure Hunt Competition.”

Although Xu Sun was a fickle person, he was also a resilient one. He came to pick up Rong Yuheng early in the morning, showing great dedication.

The recording location was in the neighboring city, and it took over an hour to drive there. Even so, as soon as Rong Yuheng got into the car, he closed the windows tightly and held his breath, exhaling through his mouth.

Xu Sun felt like he was transporting a jet engine.

Xu Sun said, “The biggest star in this recording is Su Yuyin. In addition, there are trainees from other companies like Gou Li, Chen Shu Lin, and a pink idol who just finished filming a web drama, Xi Tao. There are five of you in total, and you’re the newest one among them.”

Rong Yuheng, panting…

Xu Sun, “Remember to greet Su Yuyin properly when you meet him. He’s ten years older than you, so you can call him Teacher or Brother.”

Rong Yuheng, panting…

Xu Sun, “Play to your strengths and stand out a bit—well, not too much. Don’t overdo it. Got it?”

Rong Yuheng, panting…

Xu Sun, “…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Xu Sun turned around, “Just tell me, did you protest against me for not sharing your resources before?”

Rong Yuheng choked for a moment.

He didn’t, he was just genuinely having trouble breathing.

TL: Rong Yuheng didn’t like smell inside the car. ^o^

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