The live broadcast data for the first day of the first episode of Weekend Go Where was explosively high.
It dominated the V Blog hot searches, and clips—especially those from the final few minutes—racked up over thirty million views.
#FuLeFalseAccusation#
#FuLeDisgraceOfOmegas#
#YuXiCautious#
#YuXiSelfDefense#
Several hot searches hung high at the top of the rankings.
[Vocal, Fu Le is terrifying, huh? He can turn white into black.]
[Chilling when you think about it. Fu Le has accused several Alphas before. Anyone digging into his past?]
[I remember one Alpha who debuted with him. He had good resources back then, but after Fu Le accused him of disrespecting an Omega and staring at him creepily, his resources plummeted. Talented guy, but now he’s nowhere to be found.]
[I remember too. Several endorsements and variety shows were lined up for that guy, then suddenly Fu Le got them. That’s when Fu Le blew up, right?]
[I have a terrifying theory…]
Amid the flood of speculation, the Alpha mentioned most by netizens posted on V Blog. No lengthy explanation, no defense—just one simple sentence.
[I’ve always believed that the innocent will prevail ☀️☀️☀️]
In the homestay’s Back Courtyard, Fu Le paced back and forth, his steps frantic.
“You have to help me!”
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely weathered and hoarse. The person Fu Le was talking to was clearly advanced in age. “What can I do for you?”
His tone was displeased. “You knew it was a live show and still couldn’t hold back? Now that public opinion has exploded, what do you expect me to do? Lie low for a while and let it blow over.”
“How can you say that…” Fu Le whined pitifully. “Last night when I was serving you, you said you liked me, that you could clear out anyone I hated…”
The line went dead.
Fu Le’s breath caught in his throat. In a fit of rage, he kicked the bamboo stool nearby hard.
“They’re all against me! All of them targeting me!!”
Footsteps approached from behind.
Yi Chen good-naturedly picked up the overturned bamboo stool, his tone flat. “Bad mood? Taking it out on other people’s stuff. Not very classy of you.”
Fu Le’s furious outburst seemed muffled, as if swallowed by thick soundproofing foam, suddenly silenced.
Fu Le looked up, tears welling in his eyes as he gazed at Yi Chen. “Brother Yi Chen…”
A flash of undisguised disgust crossed Yi Chen’s eyes.
Fu Le froze, cold sweat breaking out on his back.
Perhaps it was the late hour and dropping temperature, but Yi Chen now felt entirely different from during the day—radiating a chilling coldness that kept people at bay.
Yi Chen’s expression was icy. “Maybe I haven’t lost my temper much lately, so you think I’m a pushover?”
“I remember telling you not to get too close.”
Fu Le panicked, flailing helplessly as he tried to explain. “Brother Yi Chen, it’s not like that. Don’t hate me because of tonight. It’s all a misunderstanding…”
“Misunderstanding?” Yi Chen cut him off. “Don’t think I don’t know about your little schemes.”
Fu Le went rigid, his face draining of color as if a bucket of white paint had been dumped over his head.
Yu Xi removed his personal showerhead and hose, then picked up the one with the blue sticky note. He thought for a moment and set it aside casually.
Whoever wanted it could play pretend with it.
He pushed open the door. Yi Chen wasn’t back yet, but Guan Zifan was sitting on the sofa with the blue sticky note.
Yu Xi: “Get up.”
Guan Zifan: “Why?”
Yu Xi grabbed a nearby solid wooden chair. “Yi Chen’s marked his territory on the sofa. We’re on the same team—united against the enemy. Be good, don’t touch his stuff.”
Guan Zifan: “Territory marking is something even elementary schoolers have outgrown.”
Yu Xi: “Good thing I’m not in elementary school.”
Guan Zifan: “…”
He stood up and sat on the wooden chair.
Yu Xi obediently took the seat across from Guan Zifan, a towel draped over his head.
He pretty much knew why Guan Zifan had come at this hour—to lecture him. Guan Zifan was steady and reliable; whenever Yu Xi impulsively snapped at someone, Guan Zifan would show up to school him, urging calm, rationality, and patience over short-term gains.
Yu Xi braced himself for the nagging.
Guan Zifan: “Fuck that deadbeat Fu Le, daring to frame you on live broadcast? I’m gonna dig into his backer no matter what—see whose is harder.”
Yu Xi: “?”
“Watch your mouth, but mouth off right.” Guan Zifan patted Yu Xi’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about the fallout. I’ve got your back. Just wanted to tell you to relax and get some good rest tonight.”
With that, Guan Zifan bustled out, clearly intent on monitoring the online situation personally all night.
When Yi Chen walked in, Yu Xi was facedown on his half of the bed, towel over his head, a few damp strands of hair sticking out.
Yi Chen approached Yu Xi’s side, bent down, and picked up the hairdryer from the nightstand—the one with the pink sticky note.
Yu Xi didn’t open his eyes or lift his head. “The hairdryer’s mine. No touching.”
“Didn’t plan to use it on myself.” Yi Chen gently nudged Yu Xi’s hair through the towel. “Get up. I’ll dry it for you. You’ll catch a cold.”
Yu Xi’s body and mind offered no resistance.
When he wasn’t styling his hair, he was too lazy to blow-dry it anyway—the AC would dry it soon enough.
If Yi Chen wanted to do it, no reason to refuse.
The dryer hummed to life. Warm air mixed with the AC’s chill, creating a noisy blend as Yu Xi asked, “Where’d you go just now?”
“Me?” Yi Chen said. “I went to act cool.”
Yu Xi: “?”
He turned his head.
They were close while drying his hair. The shampoo scent floated between them, strands falling over his forehead. Yu Xi looked unusually obedient right then.
Yi Chen zoned out for a second.
“Spit it out.” Yu Xi waved a hand in front of Yi Chen’s face.
Yi Chen snapped back and briefly recounted running into Fu Le in the Back Courtyard. “I tossed out, ‘Don’t think I don’t know about your stuff,’ and his face changed instantly. Looks like there’s real dirt.”
“Oh?” Yu Xi’s eyes lit up, instantly energized. “More dirt, huh?!”
He whipped out his phone on the spot. “Little punk plays dirty and stirs shit everywhere? Hold on, I’m digging right now!!”
Yu Xi had just tapped open the [Really Don’t Eat Corn] alt account interface when Yi Chen’s hand blocked his phone. “Wanna go for a ride?”
“Now?” Yu Xi glanced at his phone. “It’s past midnight.”
“Livestream doesn’t start till ten tomorrow. Plenty of time to sleep.” Yi Chen beckoned. “Come on. Borrowed a motorcycle. Streets are empty this late—no one to spot us.”
Truth be told, Yi Chen’s suggestion made Yu Xi’s heart flutter a tiny bit.
He’d been under the camera almost all day, every day, every day, living in the spotlight, under constant judgment.
Sometimes, he craved ordinary moments, unnoticed by anyone.
Yu Xi started to get up instinctively, then forced himself back down. “No way. Are we so buddy-buddy we’re riding motorcycles together now?”
“Truce for today,” Yi Chen suggested.
“Fine.” Yu Xi decided not to overthink it, agreeing in a second and hopping out of bed briskly.
Ten minutes later, Yu Xi clutched the pink helmet Yi Chen shoved into his arms, staring at the pink little turtle electric scooter parked in the courtyard.
Yu Xi: “This is your ‘motorcycle’?”
“Of course.” Yi Chen straddled the seat, kicked off with his long legs, somehow giving the pink turtle the vibe of a proper bike. “E-bike’s a bike too.”
