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

At 10 PM sharp, the production team sent a notification in the group chat:

"Distinguished guests, it's time for the Heartbeat SMS."

Each person may send an anonymous text message to any guest, with no restrictions on the content. The content of the text messages will be partially revealed at breakfast the following day (the production team will randomly select three messages).

Please complete the submission within fifteen minutes.

Shu Zi was lying in bed with a sleeping mask on when she saw the message and rolled her eyes.

"Anonymous? What's the difference between posting it and not posting it at all?"

She muttered something to herself, but still picked up her phone and stared at the screen for a long time.

I typed a few lines, then deleted them.

I typed a few more lines, then deleted them.

She thought about it for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and typed in five numbers.

"12345"

After sending the message, she tossed her phone onto her pillow and pulled the blanket over her head.

"This is so hard for me!"

[Zizi sent Gu Yan "12345"? What kind of code is this?]

[Hahaha, did she just type in random numbers because she didn't know what to send?]

【"12345" = "Going up the mountain to fight a tiger"? Shu-Tzu, are you kidding me?】

This is so perfunctory! Do they really not care about Gu Yan at all?

[They just don't know what to post, so what? Do they have to write a long essay?]

On the third floor, Gu Yan stood on the balcony, the night wind blowing his half-dry hair.

My phone vibrated.

He glanced down, a slight smile playing on his lips, and typed a few words.

"54321"

After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket and looked up at the window downstairs where the light was on.

Gu Yan replied with "54321"! Is this counting down?

[Hahaha, are these two exchanging secret signals?]

【"12345" and "54321" - a feeling of being in an elementary school math classroom】

[So sweet! While others send sweet nothings, they send numbers.]

[What's so sweet about it? I just replied casually.]

Shen Yihuai sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, holding his phone in his hand.

He thought for a moment, typed two words, and pressed send.

"Good night."

There was a long silence on the other end.

Shen Yihuai thought she wouldn't reply.

Then my phone vibrated.

Han Jingxue: "..."

Six points again.

Shen Yihuai looked at the six dots and chuckled softly.

He didn't send any more messages, put his phone on the table, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

Shen Yihuai sent Han Jingxue a "Goodnight" message! How sweet!

[Han Jingxue replied with six dots?? Hahaha, what a cool reply!]

[Six points: speechless, don't want to talk, leave me alone]

The atmosphere between these two is so subtle; one sends a "goodnight" message, and the other replies with an ellipsis.

[Han Jingxue is so cold, she's the one who took the initiative.]

That's just her personality; she treats everyone the same way.

Fang Yutong sat on the edge of the bed, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

She bit her lip, typed a long message, then deleted it all, repeating this process three times.

Finally, she stopped and stared at the blank input box for a long time.

Her gaze slowly shifted from hesitation to something resolute.

Then she typed it out word by word:

"Thank you for your hard work today, Teacher Gu. I hope to have more opportunities to learn from you in the future."

After sending the message, she didn't put her phone down as usual.

She held her phone and waited for a minute.

No reply.

Another minute passed.

still none.

Fang Yutong's lips twitched slightly downwards.

Her eyes lowered slightly, casting a small shadow. She could tell that Gu Yan's feelings for Shu Zi were different.

A calculating glint flashed across her eyes.

That fleeting emotion lasted less than half a second before she perfectly suppressed it.

She put on a gentle smile again, placed her phone on the bedside table, and turned off the light.

Fang Yutong sent another message to Gu Yan, but Gu Yan didn't reply.

She waited for so long, so pitiful...

[What's so pitiful about her? Why should Gu Yan have to reply to her?]

[Exactly, Gu Yan doesn't owe her anything.]

After sending those six dots, Han Jingxue put her phone down.

She turned over and faced the window.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and fell onto the floor.

She remembered the two words Shen Yihuai had sent—"Goodnight".

He used to send it every night.

Han Jingxue closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up a little.

Yu Shize sat at his desk with his phone on the table.

He typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, but in the end, he didn't send anything.

It's not that I don't want to send it, it's that I don't know who to send it to.

Send it to Shu Zi? She won't reply.

Send it to Fang Yutong? They're over.

Send it to someone else? He doesn't know anyone.

Yu Shize placed his phone face down on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Su Yanhuan lay on the bed, hugging her pillow, and typed diligently:

"Sister Han! Thank you so much for letting everyone enjoy roast whole lamb today! You're the coolest person I've ever met! (heart emoji)"

Jiang Yunyou couldn't send it to Gu Yan, and he really didn't know who else to send it to. After hesitating for a long time, he finally randomly chose Su Yanhuan and simply typed a single word: "1".

After sending the message, he threw his phone away, turned over, and went to sleep without a second thought.

Director Liu stared at the backend data in the control room, expressionless, but his face visibly darkened little by little, like the sky before a storm.

The assistant director cautiously approached, his voice low, as if afraid of stepping on a landmine: "Director Liu, Su Yanhuan again..."

Director Liu took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly: "I know."

Assistant director: "Should we remind her?"

Director Liu remained silent for three seconds, his lips twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth as he spat out:

"No need, she's beyond saving! Next time there's punishment, give her priority!!!"

The assistant director silently lit a candle for Su Yanhuan in his heart.

Director Liu is up to something!

[Oh my god, take Huanhuan away!!]

I'm already looking forward to it, hahaha!

The morning sunlight streamed into the restaurant through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the long table were white porridge, fried eggs, steamed buns, and a plate of fried dough sticks that didn't look very fresh.

When Shu Zi appeared at the restaurant entrance, the entire place fell silent.

She was wearing a light yellow cartoon pajama set covered with Shiba Inu patterns. One of the buttons on the pajama was fastened incorrectly, and the neckline was hanging crookedly on her shoulder, revealing a section of her collarbone.

His hair was so messy it looked like it had just been swept by a tornado, with a stubborn tuft sticking up on top like an antenna.

She was wearing a pair of fluffy slippers with two frogs staring wide-eyed on the surface.

She squinted, one hand gripping the doorframe, the other rubbing her eyes, mumbling indistinctly:

"...Is breakfast ready?"

Su Yanhuan's chopsticks clattered onto the table, and she was completely stunned.

Does she... still remember that she's a female celebrity?

Is she sure her agent won't come after her?

Jiang Yunyou almost spat out the fried dough stick he was biting into, his shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to suppress his laughter.

Gu Yan glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her crooked pajamas for half a second before he looked away, unfazed.

Su Yanhuan was the first to react, jumping up and running over: "Sister Zizi! You buttoned your shirt wrong!"

Shu Zi looked down at her pajamas, blinked, and said slowly like a sloth that had just woken up:

"...Really? That explains why the left side is heavier than the right."

Su Yanhuan reached out to help her re-button the clothes, laughing as she did so: "Sister Zizi, did you put on your clothes with your eyes closed?"

Shu Zi yawned, a tear welling up in the corner of her eye: "It's not that my eyes are closed, it's that they're not open."

"...Is there any difference?"

Shu Zi thought for a moment, her expression serious as if she were pondering a philosophical question:

"Closing your eyes is conscious, while keeping your eyes closed is unconscious. I belong to the latter."

Su Yanhuan helped her button up and then pressed down the tuft of hair that was sticking up.

My hair bounced back and stood up again.

Press again, then release.

Su Yanhuan stared at the tuft of hair for two seconds before withdrawing her hand.

give up.