I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 177: You Are My Romance

Starting early Monday morning, the online scene from a few years ago reemerged.

The Cheng Zhi army once again donned uniform avatars, appearing under every related topic on Weibo.

Apologizing in unison, resisting private lives in unison, fighting back against hate in unison.

They were vast in number and involved in many places; by the time netizens surfing the internet looked again the next day, the once chaotic atmosphere had been nearly trampled smooth by their "iron heels."

Under the slanderous articles from marketing accounts, it was all controlled comments from Cheng Zhi; the trending topics were filled with uniform apology Weibos from Cheng Zhi, especially under Mu Qiu’s Weibo, it was almost all like that.

This situation lasted two or three days; those clamoring to slander Cheng Zhirang couldn’t outweigh their comments, and netizens looking for fun could see Cheng Zhi’s comments everywhere, gradually losing interest.

The online scene magically "cooled down."

Leveraging their large numbers, they successfully occupied half of the internet, suppressing negative comments, and successfully recovering Cheng Zhirang’s public image.

Cheng Zhi fought another beautiful battle.

Mu Qiu was steadily protected inside Yishan’s house, and it wasn’t until Thursday that Cheng Zhirang came over to tell her the good news.

"Everything that needed to be deleted has been deleted, the topic won’t surface again, everyone’s attention has shifted."

Mu Qiu was doing wrist exercises to prevent "mouse hand," and looked up to ask him, "Do you only need to solve it, without catching the person behind it? Let everyone know you were being sabotaged."

"There’s no need," Cheng Zhirang walked to the couch, watching her repetitive wrist actions, and precisely grabbed her left hand, gently squeezing, "Does it hurt often?"

Suddenly grabbed by the hand, the skin of his palm and her wrist rubbed together, making Mu Qiu tense up instantly, pausing for two seconds before adapting and saying, "The right hand is okay, the left hand is a bit, it’s just for prevention."

"Is it getting worse?" He carefully asked, adjusting his squeezing intensity.

"No, it’s quite comfortable."

The man’s hands were large, enveloping her wrist with room to spare, squeezing neither too hard nor too soft, seeing she was comfortable, he continued answering the previous question.

"Finding out and announcing it would only keep this matter bustling without stopping. If a thing doesn’t settle down online for too long, it will only worsen the general sentiment, and even normal people’s sympathy has a limit."

Mu Qiu nodded with a thoughtful expression, "So, you didn’t expose the people Li Yang used to mess with me?"

"They will get their payback, but it won’t be us giving it to them in front of others."

"Revenge doesn’t need to be conducted openly."

She raised an eyebrow in surprise, inclining her head to look at him, "I never thought I’d hear the word ’revenge’ from Brother Cheng’s mouth."

Cheng Zhirang smiled gently, looking at her, "Why can’t I say those words?"

"Because Brother Cheng is too gentle, the word ’revenge’ feels too harsh compared to you, not like something you’d say."

"But actually, I’ve had the full compulsory education."

Full compulsory education...

Mu Qiu pondered for a moment before realizing what he meant.

"...Brother Cheng, you can joke like this too?"

Cheng Zhirang held her wrist, tilting his head with a smile.

"I’ve experienced what you’ve experienced, I haven’t been drinking Immortal Dew, ignoring worldly matters for thirty years."

"You actually know about Immortal Dew and ignoring worldly matters."

"...You, don’t tease me. Feeling better?"

"A lot better, just touching Brother Cheng’s hand, it’s self-healing."

Openly flirting, Cheng Zhirang wasn’t bothered at all, even gently reached for her other hand, giving it a squeeze too.

"Then this hand needs to self-heal as well."

Mu Qiu: All my soul fragments are about to self-heal.

She bit her lip, watching him wordlessly.

Finishing massaging each of her hands, Cheng Zhirang looked up to see her giving him an intense stare.

He returned the gaze for two seconds, leaning in a bit closer, asking her, "Do you feel bored being with me?"

She tilted her head, "Why would you think that?"

"Personality-wise, I may not have the passion and energy that younger men have; many people like peers because they need that vitality and romance."

"You don’t think you’re romantic?"

"Have I ever given you anything romantic?"

"You are my romance."

Cheng Zhirang paused, "I learned a term from under your Weibo, called author-style femme fatale."

"...?"

"They say that people who deeply love writing become an absolute femme fatale, mastering all kinds of romantic skills in their world, but when facing someone in reality, they can’t even string together a sentence with ten characters, sometimes manifesting social anxiety."

He explained it, finally looking at Mu Qiu curiously, "But you don’t seem like that."

"I indeed don’t dream of being a femme fatale."

It’s more about being charming to everyone.

Cheng Zhirang: "What I mean is, not only do you imagine in your world, but your romantic skills also shine when you talk to me."

"...Brother Cheng you’ve changed."

Cheng Zhirang smiled, "I’m just getting to know more about you and your profession."

"And after knowing more?"

He thought for a while, eyes smiling with affection, responding warmly, "Very interesting. Your fans, or readers, they’re especially interesting too."

That night, Mu Qiu angrily spoke out in the reader group.

[Stand out and let me see, which cookie said I dream every day of being a femme fatale under my Weibo???]

[Stand out, I’m going to eliminate her with righteous light!]

[Also, in the comments, no descriptions that damage my personal image and charm are allowed!]

[The earlier ones I can report, but the latter ones, there’s truly nothing I can do, is telling the truth also a crime/Is it my fault for being beautiful.jpg]

[Ah, you’re getting ready to fall in love, right? Will you forget the past and run towards others?]

[You’ve already been in love with the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, isn’t that femme fatale enough? Now you want to switch to the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends?]

[Think about your dreams, speaking with your conscience, are we wrong?]

[Now that the online opinion just lifted, you’re so hyped, can’t you write properly?]

[I commented so discreetly, and you still found it]

[If no comments damaging your image and charm are allowed, wouldn’t your Weibo be empty, how can I bear to let you be lonely on your own]

[You can tell someone in the group has been reading martial arts novels recently, while another is reading tragic love ancient texts.]

[Who has the edited version of the last two episodes and the pilot, send me a link, I want to revisit the magnificent performance of the author]

[When will the fourth episode air? I can’t wait any longer]

[Hello femme fatale, goodbye femme fatale]

[What are you talking about, this is my femme fatale mother-in-law... oops, femme mother-in-law... oops, mother-in-law, my husband was created by her]

[I still have to admit, Cheng Zhirang’s fans really have military-like management, impressive]

[The author can detach herself from all kinds of exposés so quickly, thanks to them, they’re incredible/my classmate is a Cheng Zhi fan, today they kept apologizing to me]

[My sister insists I apologize on her behalf to the author]

[Tomorrow’s Friday, will the next episode announce some news?]