I was criticized on a dating reality show, but I retaliated and became an internet sensation.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Su Yanhuan ripped off her blindfold, glanced down at her "masterpiece," and looked as calmly as if she were picking potatoes at a market.

The staff held up the drawing board and displayed it side by side with Jiang Yunyou, who was sitting in the model chair.

Jiang Yunyou leaned closer, squinted at him for a long time, and then fell silent.

The man in the painting, how to put it... is abstract yet familiar, familiar yet strange.

The facial features are in the right positions, but when put together, they look like a sad frog that has been punched.

He hesitated for a long time before finally blurting out, "...So my face shape is...all angular and angular?"

Su Yanhuan crossed her arms and said in a completely self-righteous tone, "It was drawn blindfolded, what do you expect? Just make do with it."

Jiang Yunyou: "..."

[Hahahaha, Jiang Yunyou, you're a master of rhetoric! 'Rugged and angular'!]

[Huanhuan, you're amazing! "What Kind of Bicycle Do You Want?" and "Just Make Do"]

[This couple's style is always comedic; romance? Forget about it.]

Group 2: Fang Yutong × Yu Shize.

Fang Yutong turned her head to look at Yu Shize, smiled slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Shize, why don't you be a model?"

Yu Shize looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said gently, "Okay."

He got up and walked to the mannequin chair, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, straightened his back, and looked at Fang Yutong with a gentle smile.

Fang Yutong took the blindfold, put it on, and picked up her pen.

She painted very slowly, each stroke careful, as if she were depicting something precious.

Yu Shize sat opposite her, watching her draw intently with her eyes covered, a faint smile always on his lips.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Fang Yutong took off her blindfold, first looked down at her painting, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips, before raising her head, with just the right amount of shyness and anticipation, to look at Yu Shize.

Yu Shize got up and walked over, standing beside her and looking down at the drawing board.

"It's really well drawn," he said with a smile, his tone sincere.

Fang Yutong gently bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling: "Really? No... it's drawn crooked, isn't it?"

Yu Shize stretched out his finger and lightly touched the eye area of ​​the figure in the painting: "This part is particularly similar."

A faint blush rose to Fang Yutong's cheeks at the opportune moment. She lowered her head and said in a soft, gentle voice, "...I'm glad you like it."

Wow... Yu Shize is so gentle.

[This couple looks so natural and sweet, is it confirmed they're back together?]

Fang Yutong's blushing face is so endearing!

["This place looks just like Yu Shize! Perfect attention to detail!"]

[Sigh! They absolutely have to lock it in!]

The live chat was flooded with comments like "So sweet," and no one noticed the barely perceptible pause in Yu Shize's fingertips as he withdrew his hand. Nor did anyone see the fleeting chill in Fang Yutong's eyes as she lowered her head.

Group 3: Han Jingxue × Shen Yihuai.

The atmosphere was clearly different.

When Han Jingxue walked over, Shen Yihuai was already standing in the art studio.

The two people stood a few steps apart and looked at each other.

Han Jingxue looked away first.

Shen Yihuai remained silent.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Han Jingxue said, "Why don't you be the model?"

Shen Yihuai spoke up at the same time: "Why don't you be the model?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

The staff member looked at this person and then that person, before timidly raising their hand: "How about... rock-paper-scissors?"

Han Jingxue lowered her eyes, her voice becoming indifferent: "No need, you be the model, I'll paint."

Shen Yihuai glanced at her, said nothing more, and walked to the mannequin chair to sit down.

His posture was not as casual as the previous groups; his back was very straight, his hands were on his knees, and his gaze fell on Han Jingxue for a moment before moving away.

Han Jingxue did not look at him.

She took the blindfold and put it on.

Her fingertips trembled slightly when her hand touched the blindfold strap, but she quickly regained her balance.

She picked up the pen.

The first stroke on the canvas—was crooked.

She paused, the pen tip hovering in mid-air, her breathing coming through the microphone, sounding a bit heavy.

Then she took a deep breath and started writing again.

Shen Yihuai sat opposite her, blindfolded, so her expression couldn't be seen.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Han Jingxue took off her blindfold and looked down at her painting.

She stared at the painting for three seconds, her eyelashes fluttering, then said in a very soft voice, "Could you repaint it?"

The staff member shook his head: "Sorry, it's time."

Han Jingxue pursed her lips, said nothing more, and put down her paintbrush.

The staff held up the painting and displayed it side by side with Shen Yihuai.

The painting depicts Shen Yihuai in only a rough outline, with his facial features barely discernible. The lines are messy, with horizontal and vertical lines, as if the artist's hand and heart were trembling while painting.

Shen Yihuai stared at the painting in silence for a long time.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

He knew her true skill level in painting.

The live chat fell silent.

[Han Jingxue's hands were shaking, weren't they?]

This painting isn't a matter of skill; it's a matter of emotion.

She must have been thinking about something while she was drawing; her hands were shaking from thinking so much.

[Shen Yihuai's expression...]

Is he about to cry?

No, but your eyes look so sad.

Shen Yihuai suddenly spoke up: "It's drawn quite well."

His voice was a little hoarse.

Everyone looked at him.

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, but the slight hoarseness in his voice was unmistakable: "Keep it."

Han Jingxue looked up at him, her lips moved, and after a long while, she only said, "No, I don't want it anymore."

Then he turned and walked out of the studio.

Shen Yihuai remained seated on the mannequin chair, without moving.

He stared at the doorway for two seconds, then reached out and took the painting from the staff member.

He folded the painting, twice, and put it into his pocket.

The comments section went completely crazy.

He said, "Keep it," and she said, "No, I don't want it," and then he put it in his pocket!

[Shen Yihuai, what do you mean?]

【Don't give it to me!!!】

[How come this is even more likable than Gu Yan and Shu Zi?]

[The sense of being wrong is overwhelming]

[This isn't a bad ending, it's a sign of reconciliation, trust me.]

[Upstairs, how do you know they were ever together?]

Group 4: Shu Zi × Gu Yan.

Shu Zi stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from her clothes, and raised her chin like a queen about to go to war: "Let's go."

Gu Yan followed behind her at a leisurely pace; despite his long legs, he always lagged behind her by half a step.

Shu Zi took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back, looking at him suspiciously: "Hey, who's the model?"

Gu Yan lowered his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over her face, his tone flat and emotionless: "You do it."

Shu Zi raised an eyebrow: "Why should I?"

Gu Yan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery:

"Because you're more well-behaved when you're sitting down," he paused, a smile playing on his lips.

Shu Zi: "…………"

She glared at him, unable to find the words to retort.

[Gu Yan, what kind of outrageous words are you using?!]

"Because you behave better when you're sitting still"—this sentence has been added to my list of most heartwarming quotes of the year!

[Shu Zi's expression, hahaha, her eyes are wide open like saucers, her CPU must be fried.]

[Gu Yan is so clever! He definitely did it on purpose!]

Shu Zi held her breath, walked to the mannequin chair, plopped down, straightened her back, placed her hands neatly on her knees, raised her chin high, and exuded an aura of "Look! How obedient I am! Are you satisfied now!"

Looking at her seemingly "well-behaved" but actually prickly appearance, Gu Yan's smile deepened.

The staff handed over the eye mask.

Gu Yan reached out and took it. His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. He held the strap of the black eye mask slowly and deliberately, as if it were a slow-motion scene in a movie.

He tilted his head slightly, put on the blindfold, and adjusted it to be tight.

Shu Zi's gaze was unconsciously drawn to those hands.

Such long fingers...and such neatly trimmed nails...

Wait! What is she looking at?!

Shu Zi snapped back to reality, quickly averting her gaze as if burned, and looked up, staring intently at a spotlight on the ceiling.

When did Gu Yan's hands start looking like this? How come I never noticed before...?

No, no, no! Stop!

Shu Zi cursed herself inwardly: Shu Zi! Wake up! That's Gu Yan!

[Shu Zi, were you just staring at Gu Yan's hands, mesmerized?]

[I can testify! She stared for at least five seconds! Her ears turned red!]

Gu Yan looks like he's shooting a magazine spread just by wearing an eye patch; this man is too obsessed.

[Shuzi, you're blushing! You're a model, why are you blushing like a teapot?!]