Chapter 212 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (20)

Chapter 212: The Female Simp in the Farming Reality Show (20)

The final results of the mushroom-picking competition were announced—Feng Xingzhou took first place with an overwhelming lead!

"Grand Film Emperor, I'm really curious... what kind of reward do you actually want?" Since Feng Xingzhou took all his mushrooms, Nan Gongjing just couldn't muster congratulations, his tone even carrying a touch of sarcasm.

"Yeah, Feng Xingzhou, what do you want?"

Setting aside his disappointment over not winning first place, Pei Chen was now far more intrigued by what Feng Xingzhou—who usually seemed above it all—would request.

The answer was unexpected.

Feng Xingzhou's request was for Tang Qing to open her WeChat Moments access.

"Wait, you two are WeChat friends?"

"Wait, when did you two even add each other?"

Pei Chen and Ye Yunyun spoke simultaneously, both latching onto the same thing. The weird coincidence made them exchange a glance.

"What's their deal? Hahaha, why are you both so obsessed with getting Master's WeChat?"

"Come on, explain yourselves—do you also want Master's WeChat?"

...

"Tang Qing, I want to add you on WeChat too!" Ye Yunyun spoke up, suddenly realizing she still hadn't gotten Tang Qing's contact info.

Not to be outdone, Pei Chen also thrust his phone forward. The awkward guy coughed awkwardly, fumbling for an excuse. "It's for Zhuangzhuang..."

"Zhuangzhuang's staying with you, right...?"

Ye Yunyun rolled her eyes. "You're totally doing this on purpose..."

"It's just a freaking turtle. You can raise it anywhere—why leave it with Tang Qing?"

Pei Chen snapped, "You don't understand!"

As the two were about to argue again, Tang Qing interjected, "Scan the QR code."

Just when it seemed only Ye Yunyun and Pei Chen had added her, Nan Gongjing unexpectedly held out his phone as well. "Miss Tang, you don’t mind, do you?"

"Care to add me?"

As he spoke, Nan Gongjing flashed his trademark smile—all charm and polish. Whenever those peach-blossom eyes turned toward someone, the live chat exploded as usual:

"Ahhhh, Nan Gongjing’s smile is heart-stopping!"

"Hehehe, that smile could kill."

"Is he adding her because Master saved him earlier?"

...

No one knew that as soon as Tang Qing accepted his friend request, Nan Gongjing immediately sent a message: "Too bad... I didn’t get the chance to have dinner with you this time."

The system tsked. "Tang Qing, is this guy trying to play you?"

"Nan Gongjing's Love Points just went up by 1. Maybe he’s a little bummed about not having dinner with you?"

Tang Qing smiled without a word, glancing toward Nan Gongjing's direction. Those peach-blossom eyes were fixed intently on her...

That night, Feng Xingzhou finally gained access to Tang Qing's social media feed. Scrolling from top to bottom, he found posts packed with records of his every past appearance.

"Look at this vast world—mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars—yet nothing compares to you."

"I whisper my love to the wind, and from then on, the whole world is you."

"The world’s not half bad—it’s generous and embraces all. But this era becomes special because of you."

...

Tang Qing's feed overflowed with such passionate declarations.

At first, he felt nothing, but the further he scrolled, the inexplicable warmth crept up the back of the Film Emperor’s ears...

No wonder Tang Qing kept her feed private—this was...

Way too intense.

Every suggestive line made Feng Xingzhou’s mind involuntarily conjure Tang Qing’s face. If she were standing before him, saying these words...

Just imagining the scene made him clear his throat awkwardly.

"Don’t overthink it, idol~"

"Us fangirls spam ‘I love yous’ all day~"

A sudden message from Tang Qing popped up, still dotted with cute emojis.

Fan culture?

For some reason, the Film Emperor recalled Tang Qing’s words from before: "Feng Xingzhou, as your fan, I really, really like you..."

Her eyes had sparkled when she said it.

System alert: "Detected Feng Xingzhou's Love Points increase. Current Love Points: 24."

"Tang Qing, the Film Emperor’s Love Points are rising quite a bit." The system bubbled with excitement, delivering the good news immediately. "To him now, you’re already a standout among his fans!"

Just as the system was about to say more, another message arrived.

From Nan Gongjing: "You’re really into Feng Xingzhou?"

Having just added her today, he had naturally seen her fan obsession.

"Need something?"

A stark contrast in treatment—while her messages to Feng Xingzhou were always dotted with adorable stickers, her reply to Nan Gongjing was frosty.

"Yeah."

"Outside your courtyard."

Nan Gongjing had come to see her?

She cracked the window open, and sure enough, there he was.

A jade-like gentleman—this man simply stood there with an innate grace.

"Brought you some medicine."

After climbing out of the deep pit, Nan Gongjing noticed the scrapes on Tang Qing's arm. "About today... thanks."

Two weeks ago, Nan Gongjing wouldn’t have given a village girl the time of day.

But now, his attitude had shifted...

His famously gentle eyes—the ones fans adored—now lingered on Tang Qing.

"No big deal. Just doing my part."

Brushing off the warmth in Nan Gongjing’s gaze, Tang Qing replied coolly, "Anything else?"

The invisible line in the courtyard might as well have been a wall, clearly marking the divide—Tang Qing stayed inside, leaving him stranded outside.

Nan Gongjing suddenly remembered the gushing posts he’d seen on her feed. If it were Feng Xingzhou...

Would she still freeze him out like this?

Perhaps unwilling to accept it, Nan Gongjing deliberately asked, "Not gonna invite me in?"

"After all we’ve been through today?"

Tang Qing remained silent, standing firmly on the boundary line.

Her silence said it all—no.

So...

His usual charm was lost on her.

Smirking, Nan Gongjing fished something else from his pocket. "Feng Xingzhou’s autograph. Now will you let me in? Hmm?"

Tang Qing’s indifferent expression flickered at the mention. "How’d you get this?"

"Just got it."

"He owes me after all those mushrooms—fair trade, right?"

Bathed in moonlight, Nan Gongjing grinned like a sly fox from folklore—hypnotic, his gaze so warm you could drown in it...