How Did the Top-Tier Male Lead Fall in Love With Me? 21

Chapter 21

Shen Wu’s follow cameraman was stunned.
The pursuing ghost suddenly lost its target, stopped in front of the cameraman, and a look of confusion appeared on its pale, terrifying face.
Meng Huaizhi’s cameraman, on the other hand, was only slightly taken aback, seemingly knowing more than them.
The guest had vanished from the live broadcast. Faced with such a major incident, Shen Wu’s follow cameraman had no choice but to ask, “Is Teacher Meng nearby?”
Meng Huaizhi’s follow cameraman nodded and pointed his camera at the door where Shen Wu had disappeared.
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the closed wooden door and quickly reacted.
[So, Huai-ge anticipated that Shen Wu would pass by here, hid in the room in advance, and pulled him in?]
[In the shot that just flashed by, I saw Huai-ge’s white shirt. It was him!]
[He moved so fast that he even shut out the follow PD, LMAO.]
[What is the follow cameraman doing now? Why aren’t you going in to film??]
[Hurry, hurry, hurry, cameraman, can you be a little more proactive? Go in quickly!!!]
[You have the guts to hide and date, so you should have the guts to open the door! What is it that I, a distinguished VIP user, can’t see!?]
[Seconded!!]
Shen Wu’s follow cameraman was in charge of the main screen of the live broadcast. Without needing the audience’s reminder, he had already professionally reached out his hand.
He pushed the wooden door once, then again, and then with more force.
The old wooden door only shook slightly, refusing to open.
The cameraman: “…”
The current situation was the biggest live broadcast accident since the first season of Wonderful Adventure.
The staff in the control room were sweating profusely and all asked for instructions from the chief director, Fang Ci. Fang Ci frowned and asked, “Can that room door be locked?”
A staff member shook his head. “We’ve removed the locks from all the rooms that might be used in the game. Any door that can be opened can’t be locked.”
Another staff member chimed in, “That room is the broadcasting station, a key clue room. We’ve checked it many times, and there’s absolutely no problem.”
In the live broadcast at this moment, the staff member playing the “ghost” was also very dedicated. He ignored the two cameramen and diligently circled the area where Shen Wu had disappeared.
His footsteps were heavy, and the dull sound of them dragging against the ground was clearly audible.
The two people hiding in the room should be able to hear it too.
The cameraman sent a message to Fang Ci: They probably won’t come out until the NPC leaves.
Fang Ci replied helplessly: Have the NPC try to ram the door a few times. If it doesn’t open, forget it. Go to the dean’s office and eliminate Nan Dengwei first.

The moment his arm was forcefully grabbed, Shen Wu was completely unprepared and instantly lost his balance.
He staggered two steps and crashed into the darkness behind the door, but what awaited him was not the cold, dull pain of falling to the ground.
But a soft and resilient embrace.
In that instant, the winter night’s snow fell all over him. A cold and clear aura embraced him from behind, and the part that touched his lips was particularly strong.
A cool hand covered his nose and lips tightly. The intense heartbeat from the frantic running had not yet subsided, and hot breaths were constantly exhaled, moistening the cool, soft palm.
Shen Wu’s eyes widened slightly.
The breath brushing against his ear was also hot, with an inexplicable scent of white snow. “It’s me, don’t make a sound.”
The voice was as light as falling snow, but it was the voice that tens of thousands of fans were all too familiar with, Meng Huaizhi’s iconic clear and magnetic voice.
His words seemed to be meant to reassure him.
Unexpectedly, before he had even spoken, Shen Wu had already recognized the person behind him by the overwhelming familiar scent.
The heart rate that was difficult to calm down at this moment was not necessarily all from the panic of escaping the chase.
Just as Meng Huaizhi was about to release his hand, a forceful impact came from behind the door, making his body tremble.
He reacted quickly, subconsciously increasing the force of his grip, and pressed against the unlocked door with Shen Wu.
He had pulled Shen Wu away quickly enough, but the “ghost” had an off-screen prompt and still found them.
The wooden door could not be locked and was easy to attack but hard to defend. However, no matter how strong the NPC “ghost” outside was, even if he used his arms and legs and the weight of his entire body to ram it, he could not shake this ordinary wooden door.
The audience in the live broadcast room could only see the scene outside the door, so curious that they were scratching their livers and lungs. They couldn’t help but cheer for the “ghost.”
[Why can’t this door be broken down? This is killing me!]
[Ghost brother, can’t you just phase through the wall? Ahhhhhh, I’m so anxious.]
[Can the door be locked at will? It’s no fun if it’s locked. Bad review for the props team!]
[It probably can’t be locked. Ghost brother just managed to open a crack, but he just didn’t have enough strength.]
[If it’s not locked, how come it can’t be broken down even with such force?]
[Although some people will definitely complain, “why are these people shipping again,” but to be honest, Huai-ge and Wuwu must be blocking the door together.]
[Their combined weight is why ghost brother can’t break it down. You really can’t blame him, hahaha.]
[Could it be that they’re hugging each other to block the door?? I’m sorry, it’s really not that I’m overthinking it, but is there any other possibility?]
[Ahhhhhh, show team, I order you, now! Immediately! Go in and film!!!]
Fang Ci and the staff in the control room, the two cameramen, and the ghost brother, no one didn’t want to go in.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and the game had to continue. The “ghost” exhausted all his strength and finally gave up, choosing to go upstairs to deal with Nan Dengwei.
After the footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, the wooden door remained quiet for a full few minutes.
Meng Huaizhi released his hand and let go of Shen Wu.
Just as Shen Wu was about to pull himself out of this overwhelming cold aura, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Meng Huaizhi’s half-raised left arm and was suddenly stunned.
That left arm was quickly retracted, but the fleeting white and cyan still lingered in Shen Wu’s eyes.
The “M” tattoo on the inside of Meng Huaizhi’s left wrist was tattooed vertically. The top of the “M” faced up, and the bottom faced down. When his arm hung down naturally, the tattoo looked like a correctly oriented “M” to others.
But for a tattoo on the inside of the wrist, unless he raised his arm, it was difficult for others to see its full appearance. Even if they did, it was often horizontal.
If Meng Huaizhi wanted to look at the tattoo on the inside of his own wrist, he had to raise his arm.
From his perspective, the “M” with its top up and bottom down was upside down.
It became a “W.”
As if an electric current had passed through his entire body, Shen Wu was numb and stiff, unable to speak for a long time.
Meng Huaizhi had already walked out, observing the room as he said, “This should be the broadcasting room.”
Shen Wu watched him from a distance.
Meng Huaizhi stood by the glass window at night. The dark night outside made him look as cold and white as jade. His exposed skin almost blended in with the white shirt with its half-rolled sleeves.
Between them was a long wooden table.
All of this was so similar to a scene from many years ago.
When he was a child, Shen Wu would often go to the Meng family and stay for the whole day, from the faint light of dawn to the dim light of dusk.
At that time, Meng Huaizhi’s parents had not yet passed away. Once, because the two of them came back late, dinner was delayed until eight o’clock.
The sky gets dark early in winter, and at eight o’clock, the night was already heavy. For a child, the feeling of the night was always very strange, both inexplicably repulsive and deeply memorable.
The little Shen Wu sat on a custom-made high chair, secretly sizing up the teenager opposite him across a boundless long table.
At that time, Meng Huaizhi was not yet suited for the sharp and angular word “cold and stern.”
Shen Wu was more inclined to describe him as “refined and handsome.”
They sat at opposite ends of the long table, as if separated by a distance as vast as the Milky Way.
The teenager quietly lowered his eyes, silent, like an unreachable deity, inviolable and unoffendable.
At that time, the night outside the window was dim, and the teenager’s features were quiet and lonely.
The little Shen Wu gazed at the vast night outside the window, chewing on his spoon in a daze, unable to come up with a fitting description to clearly describe his feelings at that moment.
It was only many years later that the vague idea took a definite form.
The refined and handsome teenager was like the bright and cold moon in the night sky.
Everyone could see it, but no one could reach it.
Meng Huaizhi was indeed born to be a top-tier superstar, to be the only source of light at a concert, shining brightly.
And below the stage, tens of thousands of people would admire him.
To this day, even after learning the plot of the novel, Shen Wu still found it hard to believe that such a person would fall in love with someone, would treat someone differently.
As if sensing something, Meng Huaizhi turned back and looked into Shen Wu’s dazed eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
Shen Wu came back to his senses and lowered his head. “…Nothing.”
He then started to search the broadcasting room. “There must be some clue here. Let’s hurry up, maybe we can still save Xiao Nan…”
He said this, but his dazed thoughts were betrayed by his real actions.
There were several thick stacks of documents on the table. He picked up a small stack, glanced at it casually, and put it back. Then he passed by the mountain of documents and continued to search for the next target.
He flipped through them casually, walking in a daze, and finally stood by the glass window where Meng Huaizhi had been.
Meng Huaizhi first looked at the thick night outside the window, then at Shen Wu by the window, lost in thought.
The grown-up Shen Wu was much more reserved than when he was a child, only occasionally showing his unrestrained side. For example, when he was forging ahead in a field he was good at, or when he was being cheeky because he needed a favor…
But in fact, even as a child, he had a quiet side.
The naturally mischievous boy was unusually well-behaved and quiet at the dinner table. He didn’t talk while eating, and even the clinking of his bowls and chopsticks was careful, creating a subtle melody that was tantalizing.
Perhaps it was due to his sensitivity to sound, or perhaps it was due to an indescribable curiosity, he silently lifted his long lashes and looked over.
The little boy seemed to be easily satisfied. Because he had eaten something he liked, his eyes would involuntarily narrow. Even so, he tried his best to control himself from making any noise, so as not to disturb the deity.
He was focused on his own little world and did not notice the teenager’s almost imperceptible glance, nor the long, lingering gaze.
And now, many years later.
“Huaizhi-ge, your tattoo…”
In the spreading silence, Shen Wu’s hesitant voice sounded.