After dinner, Jian Ai returned to her room alone while the others went to the bonfire party organized by the hotel that night.
Taking out her laptop, Jian Ai connected to the Internet with the hotel’s Internet connection and logged into the messaging app.
She initially wanted to try her luck and see if anyone was online. Unexpectedly, the group chat they had established started flashing crazily after logging in.
She opened it, and more than twenty messages appeared. It was obvious that the rest had been chatting in the group before she went online.
Jian Ai started reading from the top.
[Future Superstar]: Is anyone there?
One could tell from this online name that it was Qinghuan.
[The Man Behind the Future Superstar]: Darling, didn’t you go to Japan?
The first person to respond was Yan Tian.
[Future Superstar]: I just landed. It’s raining heavily here, so I can’t leave the hotel. I can only stay in my room and surf the Internet (pouts).
[Glasses Without Degree]: The weather here is very good. I just came back from the beach.
[Future Superstar]: Gao Yang, you and Tao Zi have already reached Yaner Island?
[The Man Behind the Future Superstar]: Damn, Brother Yang is too romantic. He went to look at the sea so quickly. His speed is amazing!
[Future Superstar]: Yang Zi, have you made any substantial progress?
[Glasses Without Degree]: Huh? What’s substantial progress?
[The Man Behind the Future Superstar]: Holding hands, hugging, kissing…
Two minutes later…
[Future Superstar]: Where is he?
[The Man Behind the Future Superstar]: Did I scare him away…
[Future Superstar]: Ah…
Another two minutes passed.
[Glasses Without Degree]: Picture.
[Future Superstar]: Damn, not bad, Yang Zi. They’re holding hands!
[The Man Behind the Future Superstar]: Oh my, Gao Yang, did you really smile, or did I see a ghost?
[Glasses Without Degree]: ?
[Future Superstar]: The power of love is enough to bend the corners of an iceberg’s mouth.
Jian Ai looked at them one by one, and the smile on her face subconsciously widened. She even saved the photo Gao Yang sent.
Lin Yi didn’t say anything.
Jian Ai quickly sent a message.
[Little Girl Who Sells Matches]: Your little fairy suddenly came online!
No one responded.
Jian Ai looked at the avatars in the user column. Other than her, they had all turned gray.
Jian Ai: “…”
Had they all gone offline while she was still reading the messages?
Pouting, Jian Ai closed the chat box and opened the webpage to read it in boredom.
At this moment, in another room in the hotel.
Yun Buyao lay on the sofa with a hopeless expression. She was just here for a trip and to improve her relationship with the Sect Master.
In the end, she had not seen the Sect Master yet. Just one afternoon, she had signed over a hundred autographs and taken dozens of photos. Those who did not know would think that she was a tourist attraction.
Bai Zhou couldn’t help but laugh. “It turns out that being a superstar is so tiring.”
Yun Buyao glared at him, but she did not even have the strength to speak.
Usually, it would not be so exaggerated because staff and bodyguards were following them. However, this time, it was entirely out of control. Everyone surrounded them like a swarm of bees, and there was nothing they could do.
Chi Yang poured a glass of wine and handed it to Yun Buyao. He said, “I called dinner to our room. We don’t have to go to the restaurant.”
When Yun Buyao heard this, she was so touched that she almost cried. “Chi Yang, you’re too considerate!”
