The person who spoke to Nie Luo hadn’t expected a reply.
He froze for a moment, trying to contain his excitement.
“Teacher Nie, are you feeling hot? Right, maybe it’s just the crowd in the mall.”
Nie Luo spoke to him!
Nie Luo had gained so many new fans thanks to Shanhe Tianxia! All credit to Teacher Nie!
Crowded?
Ah, yes.
Nie Luo nodded faintly, keeping his cool.
So many people… how would he ask the director for that costume later?
Troubling.
The male extra nearby thought: should I ask the mall manager to get a fan for Teacher Nie?
Meanwhile, Nie Luo had already found the director.
“You want that costume?”
The director was a bit puzzled.
It wasn’t unusual—sometimes when a drama becomes popular, the lead wants the costume for a fan photo or Weibo post. It was common enough.
But the one asking was Nie Luo himself.
The director rubbed his chin, slapped his thigh, and immediately agreed.
What could be better than this?
Was it strange for Nie Luo to ask for the costume? Not at all—just give it to him.
And if Nie Luo posted a few more photos in it, wouldn’t that just boost the drama’s popularity even more?
Thinking of this, the director couldn’t help but grin.
Why was the director so happy?
Nie Luo received the costume and hadn’t even cracked a smile yet, but the director looked even more delighted than him.
Could it be that handling the costume was a lot of work? That’s why he was so pleased?
Realizing this, Nie Luo understood.
From now on, he could ask the director for any costume from the drama.
It helped the director manage the wardrobe and allowed him to satisfy Fan Qing’s whims anytime… ahem.
At this thought, Nie Luo’s ears flushed redder.
A tiny handheld fan suddenly appeared beside him.
Nie Luo instinctively glanced over, and the male extra smiled broadly.
“Teacher Nie, here, a fan.”
So today’s news left fans both worried and thrilled:
“Fellow crew member kindly provides a fan for Nie Luo; ears flushed red—possibly from too many enthusiastic fans in a crowded space.”
They felt both protective and oddly proud.
“No choice—once I heard Nie Luo was at the mall doing promotions, I just had to go. Even though I arrived late and could only watch from afar on my phone, he looks amazing! And his performance in Shanhe Tianxia is just perfect! That opening costume—I am blown away!”
“Exactly! I was nearby too, and I went as soon as I heard. But the mall setup isn’t great. With so many people, it’s normal Nie Luo feels hot. Why not give everyone a fan? Although our enthusiasm won’t be outdone by a fan, of course.”
“I’m so jealous of the others who got to see Nie Luo up close. My mom and I are binge-watching the drama; we’re totally captivated by him! My dad watches too, but he gets so jealous it cracks us up.”
“Same here! And thanks to the person providing the fan—I think he’s male extra #N? Haven’t seen him yet, but I’ll be sure to check him out more properly later!”
“And… uh… do we ship him with anyone?”
Fan Qing, scrolling through the forum, froze slightly.
The next second, his gaze went icy on that ID.
He remembered it.
Luckily, most of the other fans in the comments kept it respectful.
“No, no, although we’re grateful, Nie Luo should be admired alone!”
“Seriously, don’t ship just anyone. We have standards! Nie Luo deserves only the best.”
“…This is out of bounds—Nie Luo’s looks are god-tier; who could match him?”
In an instant, the forum went silent. Only a few were itching to comment.
They had suggestions, but dared not post. Shipping fan accounts can be so humble.
Just as this was settling, the director noticed.
Though middle-aged, he was still young at heart in the entertainment world!
He couldn’t resist tweeting:
“You fans really love Nie Luo. No wonder he went to the trouble of bringing the costume back just for you.”
He meant it casually—but fans read it with hearts full of excitement!
“What?! I saw that? The director said Nie Luo brought the costume back for us? Is it the one I’m thinking of?”
“OMG, tears! Nie Luo is such a god-level fan-favoring star! I’ll always love him!”
“Costume! The red one?! Nie Luo… clothing… starving! I literally gasped on the spot. That outfit is so iconic! I vote we petition for Nie Luo to wear it as a wedding costume—what do you think?!”
“…Whoa? What an idea! I want to see it too!”
“Same here! OMG, so exciting! Is this the perks of being a Nie Luo fan? I’m living for this!”
Fans stirred, and soon #NieLuoCostume trended.
Below that, another hashtag followed: #NieLuoWeddingCostume
Curious passersby clicked in, stunned.
“What? Nie Luo has a wedding costume in this drama? Show me!”
“Even if I’m not a fan, Nie Luo in a wedding outfit? Yes, I can!”
But when they clicked, they realized it was just a fan-driven wishful campaign.
Some grumbled and left; others couldn’t help but shed a tear.
Damn—it was so thrilling, the petition worked.
They had even pushed the previous trending post down.
The trend rose higher and higher, more people saw it.
Meanwhile, Miss Yuan was considering which younger guests to invite to her engagement party.
She took a break and saw the trending post.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She quickly messaged the wife she had commissioned earlier:
“Wife, are you still awake? If so, I want to place another order! Today’s trending post—you saw it, right? Everyone wants to see Nie Luo in the wedding costume! Do you have any ideas?”
Tang Sheng had no inspiration at the moment—he was busy.
The calves, smooth and slightly apart, revealed the muscles without seeming overly bulky. His knees left red marks on the bed, and occasionally a pale, slender finger reached out to rub them, only to be tapped away by another finger full of warmth and life.
Tang Sheng ran his hands from front to back over the sweat on his neck, a trace of displeasure in his tone.
“Don’t mess with me.”
Jin Si, eyes narrow and sly, didn’t look cold at all; he looked more like a well-fed fox, content and playful.
He spread his fingers at his sides, voice soft yet teasing.
“Then, A-Sheng, just hold me down, and I won’t fuss.”
Tang Sheng laughed in exasperation.
Hold him down? How was he supposed to muster any strength to do that? This guy always came up with the strangest tricks.
Tang Sheng flexed his calves and decisively moved away from Jin Si.
“You can fuss on your own. I’m going to shower.”
Before leaving the bed, he gave Jin Si’s hand a gentle kick—enough to splash a little water. Tang Sheng was used to it by now, so it barely registered.
He casually grabbed a shirt from the pile and headed into the bathroom.
Since that guy had opened the door to a “new world,” he had been less willing to bring things along. Comfortable, yes, but cleaning up was definitely a hassle.
Tang Sheng busied himself with the cleanup, thinking it would be better to schedule the next round for half a month later—by then, someone would likely return from spring training to pick recruits again. It was better to let the anticipation build.
That face still needed to be just slightly twisted—more threatening.
He swatted away the two fingers trying to reach him from behind, then casually held one finger to examine a message.
…Again?
Jin Si held him from behind, adjusting him so he was more comfortable.
“What is it, A-Sheng?”
Tang Sheng tilted his head slightly, then muttered,
“Second Young Master… you really weren’t the one who picked him up?”
Jin Si paused, then squinted his eyes into a sly smile.
“He caused you trouble? If he had been picked up, would I have to wipe his messes?”
Makes sense. Of course, he knew Jin Yi wasn’t really picked up by Jin Si, just…
Tang Sheng, expressionless, commented,
“I think Fan Qing didn’t make a mistake recognizing you as an elder brother—you two are really suited to be brothers.”
Especially in terms of the level of… eccentricity.
He thought for a moment, then took a screenshot of the private message to send to Fan Qing—not for any other reason, just hoping Fan Qing would see his error.
But the next second, a reply came through.
「What? Who’s trying to get Nie Luo to wear a wedding costume? Give me the IDs.」
Tang Sheng was momentarily speechless.jpg
After five seconds, he finally replied slowly,
“There are too many. They’re all on the trending page. You handle it.”
Fan Qing had already opened the trending page: …
Was it too late to remove it now?