"Joshua, your room feels a bit empty. You could try adding so decorations, like a bookshelf or sothing," Lucas suddenly spoke up at that mont.
Joshua glanced at him and replied lightly, "I think it’s fine as it is. Besides, I don’t co back here very often."
[Hahaha, Lucas really hit the sore spot there. Joshua doesn’t even go to school, what would he read books for?]
[Hahaha]
[Fans sure go quiet when it cos to this kind of thing.]
[We just don’t want to argue with idiots. Show us proof that Joshua doesn’t go to school first, then talk.]
[Then what proof is there that Joshua does go to school?]
[Why do we need to prove anything? You people make up your own guesses and then curse others. You’re the disgusting ones.]
[Other idols at least tell their fans if they don’t take the college entrance exam. This one just keeps completely silent.]
[That’s right, I’m 18 and having countless fans who love is enough. Antis can get lost!]
The fans were fighting fiercely, the atmosphere extrely heated. On this side, Joshua did not pay Lucas any attention at all. Instead, he turned to Liona and said softly, "About earlier, I’m sorry, Liona."
Liona raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled. "Sorry for what?"
"I grabbed your hand..." Joshua said quietly.
Liona laughed and gently pinched Joshua’s cheek. "Then this will be your apology fee. I forgive you."
Joshua froze and lifted a hand to cover his face, lips slightly parted as he stared at Liona.
Liona smiled. "I’ve wanted to touch this face since earlier. The fans must be so jealous right now, huh?"
Joshua was left speechless. Aside from the similar hair and facial features, even Liona’s naturally familiar way of acting felt incredibly similar to Leonard.
He shook his head and said softly, "Maybe it’s your fans who are jealous of for getting touched by you?"
Liona laughed. "Then let them be jealous. Let’s go."
With that, she grabbed Joshua and pulled him outside.
Tina also ca over, smiling as she chatted with them.
Joshua had only just appeared, yet he was already receiving such favoritism. It was nothing more than a face! What did Joshua have over him besides that face?!
Inside, Lucas was in complete turmoil, waves crashing wildly, while on the surface he still walked over with a smile.
[Today is the day my heart got broken. The goddess I love is really walking with a man wearing pink shorts!]
[What’s wrong with pink shorts? I’ve been Joshua’s mama fan for a year and I still haven’t even gotten to pinch his cheeks!]
[It’s all the sa, no need to argue about it.]
[We’re all heartbroken anyway. I slept next to soone wearing pink shorts for a whole year and he never let pinch his cheeks either.]
[Peak delulu.]
The minibus carried the group to the Running Actors villa. This ti, their filming location was in a neighboring town famous for its beautiful white daisy fields. They would explore local customs, complete challenges, and at the sa ti weave in promotion for their film.
The first thing Joshua did upon arriving at the villa was change out of his outfit. The others were no exception.
Only after that did they co out to greet Vale and Julia.
Both of them were cheerful seniors, smiles always on their faces.
At this mont, Julia spoke up, "Although we are one group, the program will be divided into two main teams for the activities. First, let ask—who would like to be a mber of my team?"
Tina imdiately raised her hand. "! I’ve admired you for a long ti, Sister Julia!"
[Didn’t this little sister say earlier that she admired Liona?]
[Hahaha, you can admire multiple people at the sa ti.]
Vale laughed mockingly from the side. "Don’t listen to Julia. Our first competition doesn’t even need teams."
At the sa ti, they had already arrived at the designated location.
The previously empty courtyard now had a long board set up, with a circular target mounted on it. The outer ring was worth the fewest points, while the very center scored the highest.
Vale picked up a basket of darts and smiled at everyone. "Each of you will get four throws. Whoever scores the most points will have the right to choose their room. There’ll be no favoritism—if you lose, you accept it. Before that, let’s take a look at our four accommodations, shall we?"
As he finished speaking, photos were brought out.
The first was a small villa with complete facilities.
The second was a simple single-story house, but right in front of it was the famous daisy garden—the view was absolutely amazing.
The third was a room with a hot spring, perfect for relaxation.
As for the fourth... it was truly just a thatched hut, looking like it might collapse the mont a strong wind blew.
Everyone’s gaze lingered on the fourth option, and for a mont, no one quite knew what to say.
Tina muttered, "So the loser has to stay in that house?"
[Oh my god, she looks like she’s about to cry, hahaha.]
[If I had to stay in that rundown place, I’d cry too.]
[Bold guess: Joshua is definitely going to end up in the thatched hut.]
[The one above is actually a fan.]
[Only fans would say that—he’s really bad at this kind of thing.]
[Have you ever even seen him show his skills before?!]
Julia smiled. "Co on, we can’t just focus on the worst-case scenario. We still have three beautiful rooms, don’t we?"
Tina was left speechless. Liona shrugged. "Anyway, that villa is definitely going to be mine."
"I’ll take the room surrounded by the daisy garden," Joshua said.
Hearing that, Lucas couldn’t help but laugh. "What a coincidence. I really like that room too."
Tina also said, " too." As she spoke, she blinked at them.
Lucas didn’t say anything. Joshua, however, patted Tina on the shoulder. "Anyway, I’m going to take first place, so you don’t need to think about competing with ."
Liona clapped and laughed, then patted Joshua’s shoulder in return. "Well done, Joshua. What a coincidence—I’m taking first place too!"
[These two people...]
[Joshua really isn’t planning to give way to a girl at all...]
[Co on, it’s just a fun variety show. I’m so tired of people always trying to sniff out sothing they don’t like and then starting to scream about it.]
[Is Liona even good at this kind of ga?]
[Confird, I’ve never actually seen her play stuff like this either.]
In the end, the dart-throwing order was decided, exactly the sa as the order in which the guests had been woken up.
Tina went first. With four throws total, she scored 21 points!
When it was Lucas’s turn, he couldn’t help but shake his wrist. "I’m really not very good at these kinds of gas."
Yet in the end, he scored a full 33 points!
[This is what you call ’not very good’?]
[Strong people really do like to be humble, huh?]
[I’m just a little good, but actually I’m insanely amazing!]
[This is so annoying—why are you so good, Lucas?!]
Vale couldn’t help clapping as well, laughing. "Looks like first place already has an owner, huh?"
Hearing that, Liona imdiately rolled up her sleeves. "I’m still standing right here, you know."
With that, she stepped forward, coolly gripping the darts in her hand. Between each of her fingers was a dart. Her movents were incredibly fast—people couldn’t even see clearly how the darts ended up in her hand.
She raised her arms and crossed them in front of herself, a bright, carefree smile on her face. No one knew where the sudden gust of wind ca from, but it made a few strands of her hair flutter slightly. Her amber eyes seed to catch the light.
[What is this, what is this?!]
[A real master has appeared!]
[This feels like a movie scene, everyone—she’s suddenly way too cool!]
[Liona, go!]
[She’s definitely getting top one!]
Lucas let out an impressed "oh" from the side, looking as though he didn’t care much about the ranking anymore.
Liona narrowed her eyes, then thrust her arm forward at the sa ti. Four darts flew out together. The sound of them striking the target rang out—two darts landed on 8, two on 9, and one hit the very center, the 10!
Joshua couldn’t help clapping in admiration. Only then did the others snap back to their senses. Tina shouted, "Liona, you’re amazing!"
"I almost fell for you just now, Liona," Julia said from the side.
Not to ntion the fans—the comnts had completely exploded.
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