>Topic: [Wuhu~! Who is so lucky to have run into their bias on campus!]
>Content: [Can’t win public performance tickets, no worries. Can’t go to Yanhai because of interviews and graduation projects, no worries. The truly lucky ones can run into Quentin just by going out to pick up a package, hahahaha! Who else!]
1L: […]
2L: [Damn it, I’m so pathetic, why did I click on this post (writhing and crawling)]
3L: [Are there really this many people from Nancheng University…? It feels like the whole world is running into Quentin…]
4L: [I’m so jealous. I’m not even this envious of people who won public performance tickets. I’d rather see offline QT with his hair down and no makeup…]
5L: [The photos taken by passersby are all so handsome. It feels like most of them could be used as aesthetic male profile pictures directly. He’s so handsome orz]
6L: [I remember there were many people recording the show at Nancheng University today, so why does it feel like all the photos are of Quentin?]
7L: [Information cocoon. The more you follow Quentin, the more related content gets pushed to your feed.]
8L: [No, no, no, there really are more photos of Quentin. My friend is a group fan of Inferno, but she’s been seeing a lot of candid photos of Quentin. On the other hand, for Inferno, only the visual and the ace have a bit more photos. For the others, you have to specifically search their names to find two or three.]
9L: [So even the top students at Nancheng University follow celebrities… Is Quentin really that popular now?]
10L: [ls, is it possible that the reason there are more photos is just because Quentin is handsome [scratching head]]
11L: [Indeed, there are many photos of handsome guys, like Wen Xinyi, and those two from Inferno as well. As for the two from ECHO, they can really walk anywhere without being recognized.
I watched several candid videos of Quentin. No one got close to him, and no one called his name, but most passersby around would take out their phones to snap a picture, it’s not that fans are following him around to take pictures.]
12L: [To be honest, candid posts like the OP’s, which clearly show fan bias, are the rarest.
And think about it, Quentin has only been recording the show for just over a month! In such a short time, no matter how popular he is online, it won’t spread into the real world. Besides, boy group survival shows are relatively niche. People not interested in boy groups simply won’t watch them.]
13L: [So my bias became popular outside the fandom just by his face again?]
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37L (OP): [Everyone, does anyone know what they’re doing at Nancheng University? I saw in the school group chat that Ji Sheng took a megaphone and recited lines, and He Shuyi was confessing to everyone he met. Someone actually took Yan Qiao’s confession seriously and actively asked for his contact information but didn’t get it…
What are they doing? [Confused] Quentin seems pretty normal to me?]
38L: [Have you been following Quentin all along, OP? [vigilant]]
39L (OP): [Please, this is my bias. And it’s a public schedule. What’s wrong with following him a bit? Just say you’re jealous [arrogant]]
40L: [Ahhhhh I hate this [frustrated]]
41L: [I feel like they’re looking for someone, someone who can respond to their confession lines.
Also, I saw Quentin peel off a sticker with the Cat and Mouse logo from a bag of buckwheat noodles in the supermarket. He has several stickers in his hand. I’m guessing they’re all clues. Quentin probably wants to find all the clues first and then lock onto the target!]
42L: [Wait, are all of you at Nancheng University? Are all of you following Quentin??]
43L: [Are you stupid? Quentin and his group has been at Nancheng University for almost an hour now. Fans who could make it here have already arrived.]
44L: [Woc! Quentin seems to have found someone! The other person looks like a handsome guy too? He’s going for it!]
…
Quentin stood at the supermarket entrance, looking at the photos in his phone’s album. Every small character on the buckwheat noodle packaging was clearly visible, and stuck crookedly in the middle was a familiar logo sticker.
Buckwheat noodles… what did this clue represent? Skin color?
Half an hour had passed since the game started and he now had multiple clues in his hand.
Short black hair, no glasses, wearing a black t-shirt, height over 180cm, weight around 70kg…
But the more clues he found, the more confused Quentin felt.
By his estimation, he should have found at least one clue indicating the location of the “lover”…because while searching in the campus bookstore, he had accidentally found clues for Yan Qiao and Ji Xu, and both indicated a specific area on campus.
The phones provided by the production team couldn’t connect to the internet, and the contact list was also empty. Quentin had taken photos of the teammates’ clues he found, intending to show them when they reunited.
He felt he had probably found the most clues, yet he was missing the crucial location clue.
A tall, thin man in black clothes…there weren’t too many people matching these characteristics, but there weren’t too few either. At least, looking up and scanning the area…
“…?”
Quentin’s gaze paused. His slightly furrowed brow relaxed as he looked somewhat blankly at the man standing across from the supermarket, under the campus bus stop sign.
Black t-shirt, casual suit pants, tall with long legs. Even though he was wearing a mask and his appearance couldn’t be seen, his overall aura was hard to ignore.
…Wearing a mask?
It seemed a bit strange in this hot weather.
Quentin’s eyes gradually brightened, though his expression remained unchanged. His gaze, however, was fixed on the other person.
The most coincidental and most suspicious thing was that the moment he looked up, he realized the other person had been looking at him even earlier.
The road between them was busy with people coming and going, mixed with students hurrying along on bicycles and electric scooters. With so many people, it instead made the man under the bus stop sign stand out even more.
The accompanying director, who had been constantly watching Quentin’s actions, was startled and suspiciously followed his gaze.
“Eh?”
He widened his eyes, and a strange emotion surfaced in them.
As Quentin’s accompanying PD, he knew exactly what clues Quentin had found. He also knew the true identity of Quentin’s target, the “lover.”
Quentin’s speed at finding clues was surprising. Each guest had 6-7 corresponding clues. The accompanying director remembered clearly that Quentin was only missing the last clue to have them all.
And just as Quentin suspected, the last clue was the most crucial one, indicating the “lover’s” location.
However, regardless, the accompanying director was certain that although the man across the street matched Quentin’s known clues, he indeed had nothing to do with their show.
Hehe, Quentin was finally going to make a mistake.
The accompanying director controlled his expression, gloating inwardly. He had a rough idea of the progress of the other guests. Through the work group chat, he knew that almost all guests had already passed the awkward stage of using confession lines to test strangers.
In short, everyone had thickened their skin, except Quentin, who hadn’t started the process yet.
He silently watched Quentin cross the road and discreetly followed behind the cameraman, walking straight towards the man in black across the street.
As the distance closed, the accompanying director gradually felt something was off.
This guy… why was the way he looked at Quentin so strange? This tall, over 180cm man, could he also be a fan of Quentin?!
Quentin stopped in front of the man. While he was crossing the road, the latter had been watching him the entire time, his gaze calm, revealing no unusual emotion.
Only when he got closer did Quentin realize the man was actually half a head taller than him. He felt he was about as tall as Cui Yan. His build wasn’t as large as Cui Yan’s, but you could still see signs of fitness training.
Could this person also be a celebrity? Perhaps a surprise guest brought in by the production team?
This thought quickly flashed through Quentin’s mind. He met the man’s gaze, and unaffected by the focused look, spoke very calmly, confidently, and with great assurance…
“You know you love me.”
“…”
“…Pfft!”
The accompanying director turned his head away, covering his mouth tightly. The stifled laughter was quickly drowned out by the noisy campus, unnoticed by the two parties involved.
He took a deep breath and turned back to watch Quentin’s reaction. He was curious to see what expression the so confident Quentin would have when he realized he had found the wrong person.
The other guests would start with some tentative words before trying the code words. Only Quentin acted without hesitation, getting straight to the point.
However, looking at it from another angle, the more hesitant you were, the more it seemed like flirting. Quentin’s behavior felt more like a prank. As long as he wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment would belong to the other person.
Ahem, if that guy wearing the mask really was a male fan of Quentin…
Unfortunately, reality didn’t unfold according to his random thoughts.
The man standing in front of Quentin didn’t move an inch. From the accompanying director’s perspective, he couldn’t see any change in the man’s expression either.
Hey brother, why are you so calm? Are you even a qualified male fan anymore!
Quentin was also stunned. He felt… he seemed to read a little surprise from the man’s eyes, and also a little bit of shyness?
He paused and asked again: “Do you know it?”
The man… silently nodded.
Accompanying director: “???”
Cameraman: “!”
Quentin: “Umm…”
Seeing the man nod, Quentin, who had been very confident, began to hesitate.
He turned his head to look at the accompanying director hiding behind the cameraman: “Does this count? Did I find the right person?”
“Right…right my foot!”
The accompanying director grabbed his hair, a bit helpless, but also found it funny, and reminded him: “You need to match the code words.”
Quentin sighed inwardly and looked back at the man, asking without much hope: “This… Classmate, is there anything else you need to say?”
The man thought for two seconds, then took out his phone, his voice muffled by the mask: “Can I search it up?”
Although the other party was unexpectedly cooperative and his attitude was excessively good, Quentin still shook his head regretfully: “Sorry for bothering you. I found the wrong person.”
The man said “mmm” and raised his hand to point towards the bus stop sign beside him: “There might be something here you’re looking for.”
Surprised, Quentin moved closer to the direction he indicated, observed carefully, and quickly noticed the logo sticker stuck on the back of the sign.
He reached out and peeled it off, his tone lightening: “How did you know I was looking for this?”
“Your name is written on it.” The man’s expression was calm, but his gaze followed Quentin. “What is this for? Do you need to find anything else?”
Quentin stared at the “x” marked with chalk on the signpost, revealed after peeling off the sticker. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: “No need.”
A faint smile appeared on his face, and the jewel-like green eyes looked over.
Deep-set eyebrows and eyes, golden eyelashes, a young and handsome face, shrouded in the shadow of the tall green trees behind the bus stop sign.
The rustling wind blew through the sunlight between the branches and leaves, as if passing through a church’s stained glass window, adorning the young man’s face with bright and brilliant colors.
The man gazed at this scene, as if wanting to brand it deeply into his memory.
He heard the young man’s familiar voice, calm and confident.
“I found it.”
