Chapter 60: Following the Big Brother, Three Days of Hunger Nine Times

Fang Zhou was truly moved by the fact that a fan had come all this way to see him.

He quickly invited Mei Chuanchuan to sit down, telling her there was no need to unpack the fruit.

“Have you eaten yet?”

It was lunchtime, and if she hadn’t eaten, Fang Zhou would need to contact the production team.

Mei Chuanchuan nodded lightly and gave Fang Zhou a playful smile.

“I’ve eaten, don’t worry!”

“Food is essential; skipping a meal makes one feel starved. If I get hungry, I can be quite the troublemaker.”

Fang Zhou, amused by her expression, relaxed and joked, “What a coincidence, I’m the same, can’t miss a single meal.”

“Following the big brother, three days of hunger nine times.”

“Hahahahaha!”

Mei Chuanchuan laughed heartily, her small fangs making her look even cuter.

“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you; you’re a funny guy. Honestly, if livestreaming doesn’t work out one day, you should try making comedy videos.”

“You’d definitely make a lot of money!”

Fang Zhou immediately felt troubled and protested, “No way, funny guys don’t find love. I don’t want to be a funny guy.”

“Hahahahahaha, then you better stick to livestreaming!”

Talking about food, Mei Chuanchuan couldn’t help but complain.

“The noodles I had this morning were really awful. I should have chosen snail noodles!”

But she was afraid of the smell of snail noodles early in the morning, fearing how others might perceive her.

So she reluctantly switched to beef noodles, which turned out to be really bad.

Thinking about it, though, she had just met her idol, so it seemed like a wise choice after all.

But that didn’t stop her from complaining about the bad noodles!

Fang Zhou’s eyes widened in surprise, “You eat snail noodles too?”

“Of course, snail noodles are so delicious. Who doesn’t like them?”

“But I thought you were so rich, you wouldn’t eat stuff like that.”

After all, the little rich girl was really wealthy, probably frequenting high-end restaurants.

Snail noodles seemed out of place for her.

Mei Chuanchuan pouted and said, “I don’t just eat snail noodles; I even eat cilantro.”

Rich people are still people; they can’t always eat gourmet food.

Mentioning cilantro, Fang Zhou’s eyes lit up.

“A kindred spirit! I love cilantro too!”

“All those who don’t eat cilantro should be made to grow cilantro!”

The two chatted for a long time, finding more and more in common, like long-lost siblings.

Fang Zhou even wondered if Mei Chuanchuan was another sister of his, otherwise how could they be so in sync, oh no, so like-minded?

Mei Chuanchuan, though young, just starting college, spoke in a way that bridged any generational gap, making her easy to understand.

Talking to her was relaxing, especially for Fang Zhou, who had just endured a tense situation. He felt much better in Mei Chuanchuan’s presence.

They started talking about the visit.

“Did you come alone? Where are you from?”

If she came alone, she might need to be careful on her way back.

Mei Chuanchuan grinned and made a hand gesture.

“No, there are ten of us, we came through a lottery.”

Fang Zhou was surprised and asked, “You won the lottery with such low odds?”

Someone like him, always unlucky, never won anything.

Just like in truth or dare, no matter how he tried to avoid it, he was always the one chosen the most.

Fang Zhou often thought that maybe God had given him many windows but sealed the door with cement.

Hearing Fang Zhou’s question, Mei Chuanchuan glanced outside the door and whispered, “Actually, I didn’t win the lottery, but I used money to buy the opportunity.”

She chuckled, a rare moment of embarrassment.

After all, it wasn’t her own win, so it was best to keep a low profile.

Those who flaunted their wealth often found others plotting against them.

Fang Zhou suddenly understood, so it was her financial power.

He thought as much; how could she have won with such low odds?

“I just wanted to see you. If something happened to you, no one would be there to play games with me.”

“That would be too sad.”

Mei Chuanchuan was straightforward and cheerful, a very likable sister.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry, with all the gifts you’ve sent in my livestream, even if I were dying, I’d find someone to play games with you!”

“Hahahahaha, really?”

Mei Chuanchuan knew he was joking and laughed.

“Really, really.”

Fang Zhou was sincere; this sister was too interesting.

If his sister Wen Jing hadn’t been ill, she would have been a cheerful and optimistic child like Mei Chuanchuan.

Mei Chuanchuan successfully reminded him of his sister again.

They chatted and laughed, the room filled with harmony.

However, they didn’t notice someone standing outside, holding a bouquet of flowers, listening for a long time.

The water droplets on the flowers had gradually fallen, slightly wetting the floor.

The person’s small yellow flower earrings shone brightly under the light.

“Hey, are you here to visit a patient? Why not go in?”

A nurse passing by the corridor looked at Zhang Zhiyin curiously and asked casually.

Zhang Zhiyin finally smiled and began to knock on the door.

“Going in now.”

“Knock, knock.”

Just as Fang Zhou and Mei Chuanchuan were debating whether hotpot should be clear broth or spicy, their conversation was interrupted, and they both looked towards the door.

There stood Zhang Zhiyin, holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing a simple white T-shirt, exuding elegance.

Fang Zhou was stunned, his gaze fixed on her, unable to move.

He felt all the blood in his body freeze, pinning him to the bed, unable to move.

“Ah! My Idol! Why are you here?”

Mei Chuanchuan was the first to speak, jumping up excitedly to greet Zhang Zhiyin.

They had parted ways quickly after arriving on the island, without even getting an autograph, which had upset her for a while.

Zhang Zhiyin, holding the flowers, took a few steps forward, looking Fang Zhou up and down with a smile.

Her voice was melodious, like a sweet songbird, echoing in the room.

“I came to see my ex-boyfriend.”