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The level of social death: The peach blossoms this comedian planted tonight can go straight to the crematorium to compete for a flower wreath.

Gu Yi remembered the sales pitch from the gym: Every man must go through 180 days of controlling sugar, cutting carbs, aerobic and anaerobic exercises before he can win the favor of a girl.

What qualifications does she, a woman who loves to eat sugar and is too lazy to exercise, have to experience such a feeling? It's like someone who has been lying lazily in bed, not moving for a long time, thinking they deserve to eat a duck that has been placed on the treadmill every day and turned into braised duck racks.

So, looking at Liang Daiwen on the left and Xu Guanrui on the right, Gu Yi instinctively took a step back. She didn't want to walk into an abyss easily. But halfway through her retreat, she realized that she had the brain of a comedian and a kind soul. At this moment, she was like a nouveau riche on the other side of love, who accidentally became a love millionaire and tried her best to avoid showing that she didn't really understand love. Such a plot would even make Gatsby say "well done."

She stepped back a little, then moved forward again, walking stiffly and straightly. Liang Daiwen coldly said, "What are you doing, coming in and out like that? Is this military training?"

Fear was exactly what she had. She had seen Liang Daiwen speak before-he could be eloquent when he was clueless about romance and sharp as a sword when competing for love. Now, she sniffed her shoulder, where Liang Daiwen's usual fragrance lingered. His habit of using perfume was simply to avoid the smell of sweat after a full day's wear. The amount wasn't enough to make him smell like a pickled vegetable, was it? Could he be marking his territory like a little dog at a telephone pole?

Xu Guanrui's fingers fluttered like butterfly wings in front of Gu Yi's eyes: "Aren't you going to introduce your friends?"

As long as Xu Guanrui wanted, he could probably always chat with strangers effortlessly. Within minutes, he was chatting with Guan Xingxin-he knew some voice actor friends in Japan, often worked as a virtual streamer, and had even released an album. As for Guan Xingxin's previous video, Xu Guanrui didn't bring it up. The conversation centered on her remarkable appearance and how she stood out in the "middleman" industry. Such friends were to be treasured. People who were good at speaking made every word feel like playing piano on a girl's heart.

Yu Dule whispered in Gu Yi's ear: "Should I be on alert?"

Not necessary. Many people are fickle, but Xu Guanrui definitely wasn't one of them. Yu Dule, however, was doing his best to cut ties between Xu Guanrui and Gu Yi, subtly indicating that there was no possibility between Xu Guanrui and Guan Xingxin-how malicious.

Lu Ming was in the yard, collecting umbrellas and candles and sweeping away the wilting cherry blossoms. The world was covered with fallen cherry blossoms, and the jasmine vines on the wall would soon bloom. The group exchanged some casual greetings, and the topic shifted to telling jokes. Lu Ming said his parents had been pressuring him to go on blind dates, which was a bit overwhelming. Just saying that made Guan Xingxin's expression freeze for a second, and Gu Yi noticed it.

Xu Guanrui casually asked, "Has Gu Yi ever been on a blind date?"

"I have. Jacqueline forced me to go do an assignment once, and I spent a while at People's Park. But mainly, I was in a war of words with old uncles and aunts from Shanghai. I didn't go on many blind dates," Gu Yi replied.

Everyone showed curiosity, except Xu Guanrui, whose expression changed. Gu Yi, lost in her own thoughts, continued talking: "The area around the blind date square seems to have a higher average temperature and carbon dioxide concentration than other places. Old uncles and aunts, with their little umbrellas, speak with such a superior Shanghai accent, and their disdainful expressions made me... uncomfortable. So when they asked me how much I earn per month, I told them fifty thousand. They were shocked and asked me how I made it. I said I get run over by cars every month and get compensation."

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