Chapter 162
Xie Mi’s laid-back, “let it all slide” speech not only earned all the guests half a day of rest, but it also enlightened countless netizens.
#Gold will always shine, but I’m a true bro#
#A person without dreams, how is that different from being carefree?#
[World Peace Wish]: If only I had Teacher Xie’s mindset, I wouldn’t be living like a loser.
[Level 8 Gale]: Don’t regret it, upstairs. Gold will shine anywhere, and losers will panic anywhere. This is innate.
[World Peace Wish]: You didn’t spare me either.
[Open the Skylight and Swear]: Teacher Xie is so right! Effort is for those who are prepared. I’m not prepared, so why bother?
[Hide Mom Well]: If you’re willing to endure hardship, someone else will enjoy the benefits.
[Serene as Chrysanthemums]: Suffer the hardest hardships and serve the superiors!
[Sweet Girl Explodes the World]: Yay! Another few quotes from Teacher Xie!
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Director Niu, despite being unscrupulous, exploitative, making absurd shows, hot-headed, and having a shady past, was still fairly honest.
When he said filming would end early, it truly ended early, giving the guests ample rest and preparation time to face tomorrow’s final shoot in the best mental state.
Before ending, he quietly turned to the camera and said:
“Audience friends, don’t blame me. I don’t want to end filming early either; it’s mainly because I’m worried Teacher Xie won’t be happy.”
The bullet comments, already mad at Director Niu, reacted with even more intensity:
[? Passing the blame, huh!]
[What did my Teacher Xie do wrong? Teacher Xie is never wrong!!]
[Mess with Xie bro and you hit a steel plate!]
[Pour you into West Lake, and all of Hangzhou will drink Longjing tea!]
[Brothers and sisters! Let’s roast this evil capitalist to death!!!]
Seeing the attacks intensify, Director Niu hurriedly had the live stream shut down—only to notice the assistant director crouched there typing furiously.
Getting closer, he realized:
“So the most aggressive comments were yours, kid!!!”
Caught red-handed, the assistant director didn’t pretend anymore and confessed, clenching his fists and standing up to shout:
“Mess with Xie bro and you hit a steel plate!!”
“Don’t exploit my Teacher Xie’s labor, don’t ship CP for my Teacher Xie, evil capitalist, you hear me?!”
Already boiling with anger, Director Niu erupted:
“You’re filming a romance show, a romance show!!!”
Soon, the director’s assistant’s voice ran around:
“Bad news! Director Niu and the assistant director are fighting!!”
What had gone unnoticed now became a spectacle. Many resort guests raised their phones to film, briefly making the incident a minor trending topic.
[Heartfelt Egg]: As expected, anyone participating in this show cannot escape the fate of “blending together,” not even the production team.
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After filming ended early, the guests returned to their rooms to prepare for tomorrow’s final party.
Even without considering writing seven letters and performing, just preparing a gift was headache-inducing.
Choosing a gift, sourcing it, and delivering it on time—all posed problems.
Meanwhile, the naturally laid-back Xie Mi had already completed everything and went off with Diao Mao to catch butterflies.
Thus, that afternoon, the entire resort witnessed two figures running across the mountains with butterfly nets like oversized monkeys, occasionally making monkey-like sounds.
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At 8:00 PM, in the open-air hot spring:
After a tiring afternoon, Xie Mi soaked in the pool with satisfaction, gazing at the serene mountain scenery and letting out a contented sigh.
“This is life.”
If one doesn’t seize joy while alive, life is meaningless.
“Teacher Xie?”
A clear, magnetic male voice came from behind a bamboo wall.
Xie Mi perked up: “Shen Yiqing?”
“It’s me,” the voice replied. “Teacher Xie, are you here alone?”
“Yeah. Might as well enjoy the resort’s perks. And I must say, the view is stunning.”
Xie Mi leaned on the pool edge, admiring the exclusive mountain night scene. “How’s it over there?”
“Beautiful,” came the reply.
“Right?” Xie Mi stirred the hot water, then remembered something. “By the way, you still owe me an answer. We’re not filming now, so you can answer.”
“What do you want to ask, Teacher Xie?”
“Did you see me when you were eight?”
…
Xie Mi asked directly; the silence on the other side was equally direct.
“Shen Yiqing?”
Thinking the other might be dodging the question, Xie Mi protested: “We agreed to accept the outcome—you can’t back out now.”
“Shen Yiqing?”
“You didn’t get dizzy in the hot spring, did you?!”
Cases of fainting in hot springs were not uncommon. If anything happened, it wouldn’t be a joke.
Xie Mi’s actions were faster than his thoughts. The moment the idea occurred, he was already climbing the bamboo wall in a yukata, hands gripping the top, one foot about to step up, peeking over.
And he saw…
Shen Yiqing’s head emerged from the hot spring, black hair wet, water sliding along his delicate facial features, down his long neck, tracing his sculpted chest, finally disappearing into the water…
A supremely handsome man emerged from the water.
Xie Mi’s jaw dropped instantly. Shen Yiqing looked up at the same moment. They stared at each other in absurd surprise.
“Teacher Xie? You…”
Shen Yiqing paused, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Are you worried about me?”
“Why were you diving under the water? I called you so many times and you didn’t respond,” Xie Mi feigned reproach, though he couldn’t stop looking.
“Something fell into the water. I went to pick it up.”
As he said this, Shen Yiqing subtly held the object in his palm. Xie Mi couldn’t see what it was—just a flash of green.
