Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 14

Lin Yixian quickly grabbed her phone and opened the live stream.

To her surprise, the expected torrent of abuse did not appear. Instead, in the dating show’s live stream, Wen Shiwu’s popularity was soaring, and her direct camera angle was flooded with flattering comments.

Wen Shiwu had already completed most of the challenges.

She answered all the test questions correctly, quickly and with pinpoint accuracy.

From the basics, like Yu Zheng’s Klein blue fan color and the release dates of each of his albums, to the major awards he had won.

And even the finer details, like which songs he had recently performed and which charity events he had participated in. Shi Ke even deliberately came over to challenge her, making her recite song lyrics backward in a chain!

Wen Shiwu accepted it all and successfully completed every challenge.

Shi Ke gritted his teeth: “Last question!”

Wen Shiwu hummed lightly: “Bring it on, Dung Beetle!”

Lin Yixian: ??????

She stared in shock at the public relations staff: “Is she insane? Who is she calling Dung Beetle?”

Director Shi Ke!

He’s a highly respected director in the industry!

But Wen Shiwu, busy recording the dating show, paid her no mind. She was already exhilarated by answering the questions.

Thanks to her smooth progress, the fear factor had been downgraded. The virtually created abyss no longer looked as terrifying as it initially did, and even the surrounding platforms had risen.

Wen Shiwu gradually overcame her fear and stood up.

The physiological sense of dread slowly faded, and the cold sweat in her palms evaporated drop by drop.

“This is the most difficult question of this round,” Shi Ke warned Wen Shiwu in advance.

Yu Zheng’s fans had all gathered around.

They watched with great interest as Wen Shiwu answered questions about their idol, while also breaking into a cold sweat for her.

After all, if she got this question wrong,

all her previous correct answers would be in vain.

“Listen to the question,” the robotic voice sounded.

Wen Shiwu raised her eyes, her beautiful deer-like eyes bright, as if reflecting a sky full of stars.

“Among the following four Weibo usernames, which one is a well-known major fan in Yu Zheng’s fandom with over a million followers.”

“A. Cherry Little Rascal.”

“B. Watashi Frog.”

“C. Pig Is Spelled Backwards.”

“D. Gathering Blossoms at Dusk.”

The audience in the live stream couldn’t help but gasp.

“Oh my! As expected of the final question, it’s really tough.”

“As a veteran fan who’s followed Yu Zheng for three years, my head is buzzing just hearing these four names…”

“Don’t you fandom folks interact with each other all the time? How can a question like this be difficult?”

“You don’t get it! Even though we’re in the fandom, we mainly focus on our own idol! Not everyone pays attention to which specific major fans are in the circle.”

“And besides B, the other three are all major fans of Yu Zheng! The key is, this question asks you to identify which one has over a million followers! Who has time to pay attention to that?”

After the explanation,

even the casual observers who weren’t familiar with fandom culture understood.

This question was indeed extremely difficult.

In the observation room, Lin Xingyou was nervous: “I wonder if Teacher Wen can answer this correctly…”

By this time, Luo Xuan’s face had long turned green with envy.

From the moment she saw the public opinion reverse, she had already started to feel her pride crumbling: “They said this question is hard! How could she possibly answer it correctly?”

Lin Xingyou and Jiang Ran had no comment on the matter.

And Wen Shiwu was indeed deep in thought…

It wasn’t that she couldn’t answer it, but why on earth was the correct option her own Weibo alt account?!

Just then, a netizen brought firsthand information.

“I just searched each option, and I think the answer should be D! Gathering Blossoms at Dusk!”

“Yes, yes, it must be her! I know this lady! She’s super active in Yu Zheng’s fan community!”

“I’m her fan too! Her content is amazing! Every time Yu Zheng attends an event, she manages to capture stunning photos that other fan photographers miss, and her editing skills are top-notch!”

“I haven’t paid much attention to those photos… but I’ve bought cotton dolls! Are you talking about that super famous handmade doll artist in the fandom?”

Everyone: !!!!!!

The original handmade cotton doll artist?

Many who hadn’t known the answer suddenly had their memories jogged by this topic.

Cotton dolls are doll-like toys designed with celebrity features, modeled after the faces of stars.

Many fangirls, after falling for an idol, go to great lengths to get one of these dolls to “raise” at home, dressing them up, styling their hair, and even changing their outfits.

They’re affordable, with plenty of ways to play with them.

In fan circles, they’re highly sought after by idol-loving girls.

And this Gathering Blossoms at Dusk is the original handmade doll artist specializing in cotton dolls inspired by Yu Zheng.

No one knows who is behind the online persona.

Except for Wen Shiwu herself…

At that moment, Gathering Blossoms at Dusk herself was staring up at the speaker that had posed this damn question.

And in her heart, she cursed Dung Beetle eight hundred times.

Just then, Dung Beetle taunted, “What’s wrong? Can’t answer, Teacher Wen, who claims to be Yu Zheng’s super invincible fan?”

Wen Shiwu retorted, “Of course I can!”

She just didn’t want to reveal her identity!

Before joining this dating show, she had secretly vowed to herself that, while she wasn’t afraid of people knowing she was a fan, she absolutely could not let anyone find out that her alternate Weibo account was Gathering Blossoms at Dusk!

After all, she often used that account to share videos of her “naked” dolls getting baths, styling their hair, dressing them in pretty clothes, and even squeezing and kneading them here and there.

It made her look like some kind of female pervert…

Wen Shiwu kept muttering to herself but figured answering one question probably wouldn’t give her away.

Shi Ke urged, “Three-second countdown!”

“3…”

“2…”

The surrounding platforms began to collapse again, and the dizzying abyss special effects surged over her like a tidal wave.

The fear of heights struck her once more.

Wen Shiwu hurriedly closed her eyes, “Wait, hold on! I’ll answer! I’ll answer, okay?!”

Shi Ke signaled the special effects and mechanical teams to stop.

Deciding to give her a chance.

Wen Shiwu tightly clutched the hem of her skirt, the tension in her neck clearly showing her fear, “D, Gathering Blossoms at Dusk.”

She gave her final answer.

The robot: “Congratulations, you passed! Correct answer!”

Wen Shiwu’s heart, which had been clenched tightly, finally relaxed, though her heartbeat remained uncomfortably fast.

She cautiously opened one eye.

She saw the studio lights shifting, the platforms gradually returning to their original positions, the paths around her leveling out again, though the abyss special effects still enveloped her in the center.

Wen Shiwu couldn’t trust Dung Beetle anymore!

She didn’t want to stay in this dreadful place a second longer, so she tentatively stretched out a foot to test the ground.

It felt stable; the ground was indeed flat.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Wen Shiwu was about to close her eyes and muster the courage to step out of the special effects.

But just then!

A deafening crash suddenly filled the entire studio.

Wen Shiwu jolted her head up in terror, only to see the abyss effect deepening abruptly, a visually intense sensation of falling combined with the violent shaking of the platform beneath her feet,

Once again, it pushed her fear to the peak!

The hearts of the live-stream audience were also suspended, watching the scene unfold with shock and concern.

To make matters worse, Wen Shiwu had been too eager to escape moments earlier. Wearing high heels, she lost her balance, her entire center of gravity tilting backward.

“Ahhh!!!”

Screams erupted once more.

Wen Shiwu’s mind had completely shut down. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the terror of the height, uncertain of what awaited her next.

However.

The dreaded sensation of a steep fall, which had once left a deep psychological scar on her, did not come.

Instead, Wen Shiwu felt a familiar scent of oud and bergamot drift into her panicked breaths. In the next moment, a firm hand steadied her lower back, and a cool, seductive voice whispered into her ear at her most vulnerable moment:

“Be careful, Ms. Wen.”