A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

After some back and forth, the two entered a period of deep reflection.

Mao Xiaotong's home had a fresh, pleasant fragrance; she had planted over a dozen succulents on her bay window. As soon as Su Liu entered, she pulled her straight to the bedroom. It wasn't because she was thinking about lewd things, but rather because there was simply no place to sit in her living room.

The spacious living room was empty, with a huge yoga mat on the floor. Apart from a television on the wall and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase in the corner, there was nothing else.

In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of overlapping breaths could be heard.

"Sister Xiaotong." Su Liu broke the silence.

"what."

"I have a question, but I'm afraid you'll get angry if I tell you."

"If you know I'll get angry, then don't say anything." Mao Xiaotong's voice was hoarse, with a hint of post-coital languor. She turned over so her back was to Su Liu and tugged at the blanket.

"oh."

Silence returned to the room. After a while, Su Liu couldn't hold back any longer and said, "But I feel uneasy if I don't ask."

"You're so annoying, just ask whatever you want."

Su Liu leaned closer, wrapped his arms around her warm waist from behind, and asked cautiously, "Um... your boyfriend isn't coming over tonight, is he?"

Asking this question at a time like this is probably a sign of something wrong with your brain.

Mao Xiaotong suddenly sat up, so angry that she didn't even care that the blanket on her chest had slipped down. Seeing this, Su Liu, that big idiot, instinctively wanted to shrink back to the edge of the bed.

Unexpectedly, the other party pounced on him and punched him three times in the chest!

"Su Liu, go to hell!"

After saying that, still not satisfied, she kicked him again.

Su Liu could only suffer the consequences of her own actions; the warm and cozy atmosphere that was originally filled with pink bubbles in the room was ruthlessly destroyed.

"Go back now."

Su Liu was taken aback and asked, "Back where?"

"A hotel? Where else can I go back to?"

"Can't I sleep here? It's so cold outside."

Mao Xiaotong said expressionlessly, "No."

When Su Liu was shivering in the cold wind, he suddenly realized: Wait a minute, why would I just throw myself away after I'm done with me? Am I a vibrator?

......

The next morning, the four members of the Fusu Culture group gathered again. Before Su Liu and Reba came to Yanjing, Li Xian had volunteered to take them sightseeing.

At this moment, all four of them were wearing heavy outdoor gear. Li Xian's talk of "playing around" turned out to be taking them hiking.

"Ah Xian..." Su Liu, looking like he hadn't slept properly, huddled in the passenger seat like a kidnapped dumpling. "Why did you think of taking us hiking in Yanjing in December?"

Actually, when Li Xian revealed his intentions a couple of days ago, Su Liu was the first to object. However, Reba and Mao Xiaotong were so enthusiastic, shouting, "Teacher Su, you should go outside and exercise more!" that Su Liu was ruthlessly silenced.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland?" Li Xian gripped the steering wheel, his spirits high. "The scenery of the North..."

"Don't start reciting poetry at the drop of a hat!"

At this moment, Dilraba leaned forward from the back row and poked her head out from the middle, "Ah Xian, you don't know, Teacher Su doesn't move at all usually, he will definitely get osteoporosis when he gets old."

"But didn't you two go for a morning run together in Moganshan?"

"Don't even mention it." Su Liu rolled her eyes. "She's like a door god, calling out to me every day."

"Hey!" Reba slapped Su Liu's chair back indignantly. "If it weren't for me, you'd probably forget you could even run on two legs, right?"

Why should I run?

Mao Xiaotong then leaned over, speaking with an air of seriousness: "I saw a case from abroad online before. Someone spent all day lying on the sofa watching TV series, almost never went out, and eventually developed a blood clot in his body and suddenly died."

"oh--"

The three of them, with perfect tacit understanding, elongated the last syllable and spoke in unison with that sarcastic, mocking tone.

"This is what you call an extreme case," Su Liu argued. "I can immediately find several opposite examples. For instance, some people never leave their homes and yet remain healthy and live to be a hundred years old."

"Really?" Mao Xiaotong asked.

"Definitely."

"It shouldn't be 'on the contrary,' right?" Li Xian chimed in. "'On the contrary' seems to imply that because you don't exercise, you're healthier. How could that be?"

"Ah Xian is right." Mao Xiaotong gave him a thumbs up.

The four of them bickered the whole way, with Su Liu constantly arguing over trivial matters, his logic bizarre and strange. Li Xian, who wasn't usually a talkative person, was led astray by him the entire journey.

The car drove west on the East Second Ring Road, and after half an hour, it had gradually moved away from the city.

As they passed Tianning Temple, Su Liu suddenly asked, "Ah Xian, have you ever pursued a girl?"

Upon hearing this topic, Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong both looked over excitedly.

Li Xian looked utterly speechless. "Teacher Su, why are you asking this out of the blue!"

"Tell me quickly, did you or didn't you!"

Li Xian became hesitant and muttered, "Of course I pursued him."

"Oh—" Su Liu revealed a knowing expression, "I just suddenly realized, when you were pursuing girls, you didn't take them hiking, did you?"

"How did you know!" Li Xian asked, his face full of shock.

"No way, really?"

"Ah Xian, you're too amazing!" Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, both giving Li Xian a "you deserve to be single" look.

"What's wrong? I'm perfectly normal," Li Xian continued to defend himself.

"Wow, you really can't judge a book by its cover. I never expected someone who looks so clever to be so simple-minded."

"Yeah yeah."

Mao Xiaotong and Dilraba chatted back and forth, their perfect coordination like a comedy routine. Li Xian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"And yesterday too." Dilraba suddenly remembered something, mimicking Li Xian's manner during the interview, "I played the murderer Lu Zerui in the film..."

Li Xian looked completely bewildered, even with a clear sense of innocence: "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"You still haven't realized it?" Mao Xiaotong couldn't stop laughing. "This is a suspense film, and you've just revealed the murderer."

"Oh dear!" Li Xian slapped his head with one hand, suddenly realizing what had happened.

At this moment, Su Liu, sitting in the passenger seat, stroked his chin thoughtfully and muttered to himself, "Oh—so he revealed the murderer."

Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong's smiles froze instantly, their eyes turning into dead fish as they stared at Su Liu in disbelief. "No way, Teacher Su, you didn't notice at all?"

"What should we do then?" Li Xian complained. "Why didn't you remind me yesterday!"

"We thought it was nothing to worry about because Teacher Su didn't react."

Mao Xiaotong immediately chimed in, "Now it seems this person didn't even notice!"