Recently, a mysterious organization has quietly appeared in Nie Luo’s super topic.
They move carefully, cautiously hiding in obscure corners.
But the number of people in this organization is growing day by day. Many who enter feel as if they have fallen into a deep sea and never wish to come back out.
A Gua is one of them.
Her name contains the character for “melon.” When she was young, she thought it sounded awful for a girl to have that in her name. Only after she grew up did she understand.
Her father was brilliant! The name fits her perfectly!
She is nothing more than an ordinary onlooker who loves to eat melons and watch the drama.
If her father had named her “Cha,” it would not have been out of place at all.
Thinking this, A Gua quietly opened Weibo, ready to check in first.
Loving gossip is one thing, but she also has another identity—Nie Luo’s fan of ten years!
After signing in, A Gua made her usual rounds through the super topic and various corners.
Hmm?
She suddenly noticed a strange post.
The post used many obscure abbreviations and code names. If she had not been in the fandom for so long, she truly would not have understood what it was about.
…All right, she actually still could not fully tell.
But she recognized the person who made the post!
This person is a well-known content creator. She has enjoyed plenty of this person’s works before!
So what are they producing this time?
Let her sneak into this group and see what kind of “food” it is!
The entry verification question made A Gua pause.
Nothing complicated—the question was: Who recently visited Nie Ge on set?
Was that even a question?
It was child’s play!
A Gua quickly typed in Fan Qing’s name.
Approved!
Oh yes! As expected of her.
The moment she entered the group, she saw an image just flash past.
A Gua: ???
Wait. Did she just see a rather risqué picture?
With twenty years of single life hand speed, she immediately scrolled back, took a screenshot, and saved it.
Sure enough, less than ten seconds later, the image was withdrawn.
Thank goodness!
While feeling relieved, A Gua watched the group descend into wails.
“Mom, I am starving, send it again! The child did not get to eat the food, sob sob sob sob.”
“Me too! Your hand speed is too fast, Teacher! Save the child! It has been a whole week since I had any food. I am starving down to skin and bones!”
“Please, send it again.”
Heh heh, you all beg. I will look first.
With that thought, A Gua opened the image.
At one glance, tears of excitement slid uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.
Damn. So, so scandalous!
They are actually doing that kind of thing!
In the picture, it is clearly on a filming set. A Gua recognized it at once because there is a signboard drawn in the image.
It reads “Under Heaven and Mountains,” scene number whatever.
But that is not important!
What is important is that this image is incredible!
It is a group of people surrounding two people while filming something risqué?
The image is sharply divided into two halves. One half shows people wearing headsets and short sleeves, surrounded by modern filming equipment. The other half shows two people lying on a canopy bed, dressed in red.
The man on top has his robe open down to his waist, revealing a large expanse of honey-colored skin and sharp lines along his abdomen. Over his shoulder hang two pale, slender legs, wrapped with tattered red silk. His cool, flawless face carries a hint of ferocity. Beads of sweat on his forehead drip down onto the fair chest of the person beneath him.
The person lying below has a fox-like charm at the corner of his eyes. His own robe hangs open, stained with marks of various colors.
Red. Purple. And white.
“…Damn.”
A Gua slowly covered her nose.
She is done for.
This is too scandalous.
Gasp, gasp. Such high-quality food!
Almost instantly, A Gua made up her mind—just for this meal alone, she will die in this group if she has to!
After lavishing praise on the great creator in the group, she observed for a while and finally confirmed that the one on top is indeed Nie Ge!
Then who is the one below?
What kind of pairing is this?
She is in. She can do this.
Just as she was thinking, a block of more than one thousand words suddenly appeared on the screen.
A Gua: !
Copy. Paste. Save.
What kind of production speed is this?
Damn!
This divine group. She loves it!
After praising the author again and again, A Gua eagerly opened the saved document.
Three full minutes later, her eyes looked dazed, and a flush spread across her face as if she were drunk.
Damn, damn, damn!
So scandalous. It is a kind of scandal she has never seen before!
She ships this pairing!
She can do it. She absolutely can!
She is completely overwhelmed!
In her excitement, she began furiously typing in the group chat.
Nothing complicated—she is just begging for more.
Please, is there more food?
Mommy, the child is starving!
You Yuanyuan watched as the number of people in the group kept increasing, her heart swelling with satisfaction, as if she might float into the sky.
So satisfying, so satisfying, so satisfying!
Although she spent quite a bit of money hiring people to write explicit stories and draw illustrations, this sense of fulfillment—
The fulfillment of building a whole new world with her own hands—
Ship it! All of you, ship it! Ship it to death!
As she excitedly watched the group numbers climb, she quickly sent both creators a large red envelope.
“Teacher, your drawing is amazing! Love you, sending hearts!”
“Teacher, your writing is incredible! Sending hearts, love you!”
This kid—he will not even bother to be a little sincere, will he?
After receiving the red envelope, Tang Sheng did not really care.
Once he logged out of the account, he glanced at Fan Qing standing beside him with a thoroughly satisfied look on his face.
He hesitated, but in the end he could not hold back.
“This is the first time I have seen someone who wants to build a CP group himself, yet makes someone else do it for him.”
He understood what Fan Qing wanted to do.
However, letting someone else create the super topic was already bold enough.
The boldest part was that this guy even specified what kind of illustrations and stories he wanted???
Fan Qing slowly typed out a question mark.
“Brother Sheng, do you not think you are the more suspicious one?”
Who in the world has two major content-creator accounts at the same time?
If you think about it carefully, what does that make him?
Is Brother Sheng not the truly terrifying one upon closer reflection?
Tang Sheng met his gaze.
Fan Qing did not back down in the slightest.
He merely built a CP super topic. How could that compare to Brother Sheng secretly running two major creator accounts?
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Tang Sheng spoke first, calmly. “Do you still want a private custom piece?”
He clicked open the desktop, displaying an unfinished work in front of Fan Qing.
It was exactly the style and content he wanted.
Fan Qing: …Tsk.
“I was wrong, Brother Sheng.”
A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall.
It is only pride. He can live without it.
Tang Sheng nodded in satisfaction.
The attitude was acceptable.
Fan Qing glanced at the screen again.
That said, how did Tang Sheng even manage to maintain those two accounts?
And when he checked, both accounts had been steadily producing content. How was that possible?
Fan Qing rarely found himself deep in thought.
Brother Sheng works overtime like crazy during the day and occasionally has to deal with Jin Si at night.
…Tsk. He still has time to draw this???
Tang Sheng looked at him.
“Did you think I did not know you recently arranged some cooling herbal tea for Nie Luo?”
Fan Qing: ?
“Brother Sheng, can you read minds, or am I just that foolish?”
You can tell even that?
Tang Sheng replied, “You are foolish. And you were about to bring that up just now, were you not?”
Fan Qing gave a polite smile.
“I was just curious. Big Brother Jin is so clingy with you—how do you have so much time?”
With Jin Si being that clingy, how does Tang Sheng manage?
Tang Sheng shot him a glance.
“I did not realize you had this kind of interest.”
But it was not something he could not talk about.
“Jin Si’s health is not very good, so I usually try not to let him do too much. But he is rather difficult to deal with, so occasionally I come up with something to distract him.”
It is just that Jin Si has never been easy to satisfy. It is not as if he can be casually brushed off.
And he has always indulged Jin Si, which is how these two accounts came about.
At first, he used them to practice and casually accepted some commissions. He did not expect that gradually they would gain a bit of a reputation.
Fan Qing: …
For a moment, he did not know whether to say “as expected of Jin Si” or “as expected of Brother Sheng.”
However…
Fan Qing thought about it with interest.
Perhaps he could do the same as Brother Sheng?
Imagining being completely self-sufficient, Fan Qing casually asked, “Brother Sheng, how long does it take to draw one piece?”
Tang Sheng replied, “Like the kind you want? A day.”
Fan Qing instantly abandoned the idea he had just entertained.
With that much time, he might as well grab Nie Luo and have some proper “fun”!
That said…
Fan Qing cast a subtle glance at Tang Sheng.
Tsk.
Truly, the dry ones stay dry while the flooded ones drown.
He and Nie Luo see each other every day and at most dare to kiss a little, not daring to go further.
He has even had to prepare cooling herbal tea for Nie Luo.
Meanwhile, Brother Sheng and Jin Si…
They have even developed all these interesting activities because they cannot overdo it???
At that moment, Fan Qing’s gaze toward Tang Sheng was filled with jealousy.
Tang Sheng noticed.
He was briefly at a loss for words.
But what could he say?
If he were to speak honestly, facing Jin Si’s initiative and allure every day while still having to consider whether Jin Si could handle it—would that not be even more miserable?
He even had to run over to Tenghuang himself just to avoid things.
In comparison, Fan Qing and Nie Luo are at least restrained by external circumstances. They are far better off than he is.
Tang Sheng shot him a slightly speechless look.
Fan Qing received it.
He carefully considered the meaning behind that look and quickly understood what Tang Sheng was thinking.
…Fair enough.
When you think about it that way, everyone is actually rather miserable.
The two of them fell silent.
Fan Qing: …Forget it. Brother Sheng has it a bit harder.
Tang Sheng: …Tsk. Fan Qing and the others are probably worse off.
Their eyes met.
Fan Qing: Hmm?
Tang Sheng: Hmm?
They looked at each other for a moment, then tacitly looked away.
Fan Qing: I will pretend I did not see that look from Tang Sheng.
Tang Sheng: I will pretend I do not know what this kid is thinking.
With Fan Qing’s “personal guidance,” the CP fandom for him and Nie Luo quietly began to grow.
Every so often, major creators would drop new content into the group, feeding the fans until they howled with satisfaction.
There was no particular reason—this pairing was simply too compelling.
As for that, Fan Qing was very satisfied.
With Tang Sheng watching over the CP group, Fan Qing turned his attention to two other matters.
The first was that “Under Heaven and Mountains” was about to air.
The second matter was somewhat interesting—it was a proposal from Jiang Mian.
It concerned the issue previously raised by Madam Wen, about wanting to repay Jiang Mian’s favor.
Fan Qing flipped through it and found it rather interesting.
Jiang Mian was more ruthless than he had imagined.
Still, her proposal was not bad.
Or rather, the fact that she could think of continuing the game from his previous self-smearing move against Yao Ge proved that she truly had courage as a manager.
After some thought, Fan Qing approved Jiang Mian’s plan.
That said, did he forget something earlier?
Less than ten minutes later, Fan Qing received a shocked phone call from Yao Ge.
“Fan—Fan—Fan Ge! Someone said she was sent by you and told me to have a set of clothes ready by March??? Is that true? How come I did not know anything about it? And what about the last one who said they wanted clothes—why have they never come?”
Fan Qing: …So it was you.