My Idol System: An Idol, But Also A Savior Chapter 159: Whose Cake Tastes Better

[I really didn’t expect those CP-shipping bloodhounds to dare co here, hahaha.]

[Don’t start drama, you’re not strong enough for that yet.]

[The only battleship here hasn’t even spoken]

[Only?]

[Hahaha, since everyone only seems to like shipping the other mbers with Joshua, why don’t we switch things up a little?]

[That’s right, I’m an only-fan, but I’ve heard CP fans always have very strange perspectives. Why do they only ship the other mbers with Joshua?]

[Honestly, you can see the difference every ti they look at each other.]

[Exactly. As a rational person, I can clearly see that Luther doesn’t like Leonard, he can’t stand Justin and Henry. Justin seems gentle with everyone, and as for Leonard, no need to say more, his personality is famous enough already. And Henry... it feels like he has no emotions for anyone except Joshua]

[Hahaha, this group honestly doesn’t even need to pretend to get along]

[You can really see it, I agree with this]

[What about Joshua then? Why isn’t anyone talking about Joshua’s attitude?!]

[Joshua? He’s also gentle with everyone, just like Justin.]

[Co to think of it, both of them don’t have any power in the family like the other three. Of course they’d act nice, hahaha]

[Why are you so sure they’re acting? Can’t they genuinely have gentle personalities?]

[Hey hey hey, why are we starting fights on a festive day, hahaha.]

[It’s getting intense]

The comnts flew by nonstop. Fortunately, Elly’s team was remotely helping to filter out the ones they needed to interact with. At this mont, they only had to chat with the fans like usual.

Joshua raised both hands, blooming like a cluster of flowers, and said with a cheerful smile, "Hello everyone, Christmas has finally arrived. I wish you all a peaceful Christmas!"

The others followed one after another with their greetings, and the comnt section quickly beca lively again.

[Oh my god, Leonard’s ’I-don’t-care-about-life’ expression is actually killing !]

[And please don’t put your arm on the back of the sofa and then touch Joshua’s shoulder like that. I seriously can’t take it!]

"Today we decorated our house to celebrate Christmas together." Joshua said softly.

Justin imdiately cheered him on.

At that mont, Luther suddenly raised his hand, one brow arched. "What are you all looking at? Joshua painted this for ."

The cara zood in, revealing the ring finger on his left hand. The nail was painted blue with a little red hat drawn on it.

[Aaaaaa stop showing off, I get it already!]

[At this point people still ask why I ship CP... half the ti they throw onto the ship, it’s not like I want to!]

Luther’s hand was suddenly pushed aside as Joshua showed his own. "I have it too. I wanted to paint all five fingers, but I guess we didn’t have enough ti."

[Why are even your nail designs matching? Why is everything in pairs?!]

But right after that comnt appeared, Leonard lunged forward and draped his arm around Joshua’s shoulders, lifting one hand and shaking it. "I have one too. Joshua painted mine voluntarily."

Henry and Justin also crowded into the fra, squeezing into the sa spot. Joshua was nearly crushed.

He struggled to lift his head out of the wall of massive pecs pressing against him and growled, "Alright, enough. Switch places if you have to!"

The mont they heard that, the group practically scattered instantly, making the fans burst into laughter.

[Henry, seriously, can you show so authority as the leader? Why are you making that pampering face?!]

[Henry? Pampering face?]

[Am I blind or are you people crazy?]

Right after, Leonard grabbed the phone and started showing off the window decorations he’d made. The Christmas tree on the side slipped into the fra as well.

The comnts were filled with admiration—mostly from the mom-fans.

[Oh my god, my children are so talented!]

[In the future, I just need five cute, obedient kids like these.]

[So greedy, five? Can you even afford that?!]

The comnts they needed to interact with were also sent to Henry’s phone. He spoke slowly, "Alright then, we’ll pick so comnts to reply to now. Think of it as a little Christmas Eve ga."

[Hurry up! Ms. Elly, I seriously love you, you’d better pick my comnt!]

[And what if she doesn’t?]

[Elly heard you and said ’no’?]

[Please stop making laugh, you annoying people!]

"Where are we right now? Ah, we’re at Joshua’s house, though it looks like he’s already preparing to move out." Henry read the question aloud before answering.

From the side, Luther pinched Joshua’s cheek lightly and said with a grin, "When we got here, the dust was like three centiters thick!"

Joshua instantly pulled his hand away and muttered, "Stop exaggerating."

He lifted both arms in an X shape, even pressing them down a bit to show his objection.

Luther tried to sneak in another cheek rub, but Joshua dodged, and his foot shot out to kick Luther’s leg.

Luther’s stance didn’t budge, as solid as a boulder, absolutely determined to keep provoking Joshua.

Fans scread.

[I bet Joshua will win!]

[Look at the difference between those legs and you say Joshua will win?!]

[In most cases, Luther would never let Joshua lose.]

[Oh my god, could they be any sweeter? I’m going to die—actually die!]

Henry eventually pried Luther and Joshua apart.

Luther shot him a sneaky glare but didn’t show anything in front of the fans.

Just then, a phone was handed to him. Luther glanced at the screen, chuckled, and said, "Who makes the best gingerbread? Haha."

He imdiately pointed his thumb at himself and declared loudly, "The person who asked this is asking a aningless question. Obviously I make the best cookies!"

Joshua pouted. "Clearly it’s ."

Luther burst out laughing, patting Joshua’s head. "Stop deluding yourself, Shua Shua."

[It’s been so long since we heard Luther call Joshua ’Shua’.]

[They’re so cute!]

[Joshua, don’t bite Luther!]

[I feel like Luther is the one who wants to bite Joshua... that sly lion!]

Right then, a fan suddenly comnted: [But has anyone actually tasted the cookies yet?]

Joshua saw it and paused for a mont, shaking his head. "Not yet."

Then he stood up. "I’ll go get them."

Henry grabbed the filming stick and said calmly, "Alright, we’re moving the battlefield to the kitchen."

In the kitchen, all the dishes were laid out on the table, with a heating plate underneath.

Under the warm lights, everything sparkled softly—almost dreamlike.

Joshua brought the cookies over. On cara, so cookies still looked recognizable, while others were bent and twisted like dried squid.

Leonard pointed at one that looked like a puffed prawn cracker and snickered, "Whose is this?"

Joshua and Henry both turned to stare at Luther.

Luther’s face darkened. "We’re talking about flavor, aren’t we?"

"These are Joshua’s, right?" On the other side, Leonard had already picked up one of Joshua’s cookies and popped it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

[Help—why do I feel like Leonard wants to chew on sothing else...]

[I just want to know if it tastes good!]

[Seeing them eat it like that, the flavor probably isn’t bad.]