Romance Allergy [Book Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Dou Anyao held fast to her belief of “treating this like a vacation.” Consequently, she truly acted as if she were on holiday, completely unbothered by how much the bullet comments (danmu) were fighting over her actions, or how many businesses her small gestures were inadvertently supporting.

After changing her shoes, she meticulously took the packaging bag from the slippers to wrap her own outdoor shoes before tucking them into the shoe cabinet. Then, she shoved her suitcase into a corner, patted her seat, and set off to explore the villa.

The first floor of the villa had no bedrooms; it consisted only of a living room, a dining area, and an open kitchen. Dou Anyao went to the kitchen first to wash her hands thoroughly, checked if there was anything to eat, and finally opened the refrigerator.

[My god, even though I know Dou Anyao’s reputation isn’t great, I really love her attention to detail. Detail-freaks, you feel me?]

[True. For example, wrapping the dirty shoes before putting them away, washing hands right after entering… if I didn’t know this was a dating show, I’d think it was an educational film.]

[Heh, “educational film”? Whose educational film teaches you that the first thing to do upon entering is to open someone else’s fridge?]

[Is the person above okay? What do you mean “someone else’s fridge”? She’s living here for the next 20 days; she’s the master of this house right now, don’t you know?]

[I think checking the fridge is fine. They have to live here tonight, and based on last season, the production team doesn’t provide much food. They have to buy groceries and cook for themselves.]

[So annoying. Why hasn’t anyone else arrived yet? Is she using her “investor connections” to hog the screen? It’s all her solo shots. I’m sick of looking at her.]

[Exactly. Why hasn’t anyone else arrived? Did Dou Anyao arrange this on purpose?]

[I just feel like some people have had incredible resources since their debut. I don’t believe there isn’t something fishy going on.]

[You people are hilarious. Your “idols” haven’t arrived yet, and you blame others for stealing the spotlight? If you’re so capable, go send your idol here yourself. Go nag them to hurry up.]

[Some people really need to stop being mindless haters. Where is your idol? They said the broadcast starts at three; what time is it now? Where are they? You blame her for stealing the spotlight—is she physically holding the camera and refusing to let it film your idol?]

If Dou Anyao knew that simply looking in a fridge could cause such a chaotic debate in the live stream, she would… well, she definitely would have still chosen to open the fridge.

When she first arrived, she had surveyed the surroundings. This place was practically in the suburbs, quite far from the city center. Delivery services basically didn’t reach here. To eat, they would have to buy groceries from the small town below the villa area or bring things back from the city. Just in case, she had to confirm if there was food in the fridge.

Fortunately, the production team wasn’t completely heartless; the fridge was fully stocked. Dou Anyao didn’t touch anything, just took a few looks and closed it.

She wandered around the first-floor living room and checked the time. It was already 3:15 PM, and still, no one had arrived. After thinking for a moment, Dou Anyao walked up to the camera and said, “Since there’s nothing to do right now, why don’t we go on an adventure?”

With that, she began heading toward the second floor. Little did she know that because she had suddenly leaned close to the camera, her face was magnified, leaving everyone in the live stream stunned.

[…Help. When she suddenly leaned in, why did I subconsciously hold my breath!]

[I thought she was going to kiss me, sob sob sob. I was even ready to pout my lips, but she told me she’s taking me on an adventure? What can I do? I can only follow her!]

[Damn it, my heart skipped a beat. No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Dou Anyao, how are you going to pay me back for this?!]

[Wait, where are the haters? Why isn’t anyone saying she’s hogging the screen anymore? Are they all suffocated by her beauty?]

[I think I finally understand why she’s been flamed for so many years but still stays popular.]

The main house of the villa wasn’t actually that large. From the second to the fourth floors, each level had a long balcony. However, they weren’t enclosed, and since it was raining, they were wet and not much to look at.

Each floor had only one room. Dou Anyao tentatively pushed open the doors to look. Every room had two 1.5-meter queen-sized beds, an ensuite bathroom, and a similarly open balcony. The environment looked quite good—not overly luxurious, but at least clean and tidy.

The camera took the opportunity while Dou Anyao was inspecting the rooms to scan the surroundings.

[Looks like the production team spent a lot of money this time. These rooms are definitely better than last season’s.]

[The rooms are nice, but they feel very private, like an independent suite. If two people are in there, it’s easy for feelings to develop!]

[My god, the person above just enlightened me. Please, just don’t put Dou Anyao and Naixi together, OK? My beautiful girl cannot be tainted!]

[I pray to Buddha and God, please don’t put Dou Anyao and Xueqing together, thank you!]

[She shouldn’t be with our Zhixin. Our Zhixin is so innocent, a hardworking and talented actress. I don’t want her to get her heart broken!]

[…Everyone, this is a dating show. If you don’t want this person and you don’t want that person, then why are they participating? Isn’t the point to find a romantic connection?]

[Exactly. So hypocritical. They don’t want this or that, yet they come on a dating show. Even if they want to be famous, this is too much.]

[Hilarious. They haven’t even picked up the bowl to eat yet, and they’re already planning to flip the table?]

Zhou Weiwei, who had originally planned to mobilize fans to control the comments because she thought her “Big Sister” (Dou Anyao) would be flamed for occupying the live stream alone, suddenly realized that the direction of the bullet comments had changed.

Other fans in the group chat were asking what to do—should they still control the comments? Which way should they steer the narrative?

After thinking, Zhou Weiwei replied: “Let’s keep a low profile. Don’t talk too much about Yaoyao. Just follow the crowd and steer the topic toward the show itself.”

Initially, everyone in the live stream was criticizing Dou Anyao, and fans of other guests were saying things like they didn’t want Dou Anyao anywhere near their idols. But unexpectedly, the wind shifted into a “blind fire” against everyone being hypocritical. The other guests’ fans had no choice but to retreat and stop drawing attention to themselves.

In the fan group, some were chatting:

【I wonder if someone controlled the comments. This is great; let’s see if they still dare to talk about praying to Buddha.】

【Could it be that Yaoyao’s company stepped in? Otherwise, how did it change so fast?】

【It’s possible. Yaoyao’s manager is very capable.】

【This is so satisfying. Seeing them not dare to utter a word is great.】

After finishing her tour of the rooms, Dou Anyao went to the top floor—the fifth floor.

The fifth floor was a glass sunroom (flower room) with several comfortable-looking sofas. The side of the stairs featured a recessed bookshelf. The production team hadn’t been stingy; it was packed with a dazzling array of books covering various subjects and professions.

Dou Anyao first went to look at the flowers in full bloom. There were many varieties, though she only recognized the common ones like roses and narcissus. She touched a few roses, and looking at the delicate plants, she felt her mood brighten. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, she could see the distant sea, which held a mysterious gray tone through the misty rain.

Flowers, the ocean, and a quiet environment everything was beautiful. It only lacked a bit of flattering sunlight. Dou Anyao closed her eyes, quietly soaking in the peaceful atmosphere for a moment. Finally, she looked at the camera with a gentle smile and said, “The environment is wonderful. I’m starting to look forward to the next nineteen days.”

[Sob sob sob, I’m looking forward to it too. This is the first time I can see Big Sister every day. I will definitely cherish it!]

[Help, the environment here looks so comfortable even to me!]

[I’d go on this dating show even if they didn’t pay me. I’m not picky!]

Because the phone she had wasn’t her own and had very few apps, Dou Anyao lost interest in playing with it. Since no one else had arrived, she randomly picked a book from the shelf, sat on the sofa, leaned back, and began to read.

Unexpectedly, the book she randomly grabbed was about literary criticism. Furthermore, the sofa was so soft and comfortable that once she sat down, she didn’t want to move. Too lazy to change the book, she could only force herself to read on.

This “forced reading” ended up putting her to sleep.

The audience in the live stream watched as Dou Anyao, who was initially struggling to flip through a few pages, slowed down her movements. Finally, her head bobbed, her eyes closed, and she slumped onto the sofa, fast asleep.

The live stream audience:

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[I’ve never experienced anything this ridiculous in my life.]

[Who the hell falls asleep during a live stream?]

[Is this book really that hypnotic?]

[Damn, the sense of deja vu is too strong. This is exactly me in class.]

[Is the production team or Dou Anyao acting out my life?]

[Wait, are we just going to watch her sleep? Is no one going to wake her up? Where’s the cameraman? Where’s the director? Wake her up! We’re all awake, how can she sleep!]

[Is there no one on the internet she cares about anymore? She just fell asleep like that?]

[I’m honestly speechless.]

The bullet comments became more frantic as if the more they posted, the more likely they were to wake the sleeping person.

Qiu Shili, who had just finished instructing people to manage the live stream narrative and sat down to drink some water, felt bored and decided to check the stream: “…”

Is this Dou Anyao?

Is this the same Dou Anyao whose career ambition is so strong she’d do anything to succeed?

Who gets solo screen time during a live broadcast and spends it sleeping?

At her age, how can she sleep so soundly?

Qiu Shili was so annoyed she couldn’t even drink her water. She stood up abruptly to call Gao Xiaoshu, but only after opening the dialer did she remember that Gao Xiaoshu wasn’t with Dou Anyao.

…

Within the five minutes of Dou Anyao being asleep, countless memes of her began to pop up online.

• 【Not chatting anymore, going to sleep first / Falling asleep instantly.jpg】
• 【You guys chat / Falling asleep instantly.jpg】
• 【Whoever wants to read this book can read it / Falling asleep instantly.jpg】
• 【Life is hard / Falling asleep instantly.jpg】

Five minutes later, another guest arrived downstairs. The live stream screen split into two zones, finally drawing some of the audience away. The production’s live stream allowed for comprehensive viewing—meaning all windows could be seen at once, though each would be smaller. Of course, if you wanted to watch one specifically, you just had to click on it to make it full screen.

The second guest to arrive was the one the comments had been calling “Naixi.”

Naixi, whose real name was Yu Xi, started in a girl group and had only returned to the country to develop her career in the last two years. However, she wasn’t as famous domestically as she was internationally. She was very cute, had a sweet “milky” voice, and possessed solid singing and dancing skills.

As soon as she entered the filming range, she smiled brightly and greeted the camera.

“Hello everyone, I’m Yu Xi. You can just call me Xiao Xi~”

Looking at the adorable “Little Milk Bun” on the screen who could melt anyone’s heart, who could still remember the sleeping Dou Anyao? Everyone went to watch her.

[Okay Naixi! Naixi is so cute, sob sob sob. I really want to squish her cheeks!]

[Sob sob sob, it’s Mommy’s Naixi. It’s Mommy’s fault for not being capable enough to make you famous, forcing you to join a variety show. Naixi, be good, don’t play with bad people, no-no!]

[Ahhh, it’s Mommy’s good baby. So sweet, so sweet. Damn it, I haven’t even eaten anything but I feel like I’m melting from the sweetness. I can’t take it!]

[This is a crime! She’s too cute! How can someone so cute join a dating show? How much crowdfunding do you need? Mommy will spend it on you!]

[Cold fact: Naixi is 22 this year. Everyone, check if you’re even old enough to be her mother first, thanks.]

[Painless motherhood—you wouldn’t understand!]

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