[Fanfiction]

“Which one did they draw? Did any sisters see?”
“I don’t know, the camera didn’t cut to it.”
“It cut! It cut! ABO! It’s Teacher Qianqian Wanwan’s fic, right?”
“Probably that one. When Qianqian Wanwan wrote this fic, Bo Yu hadn’t even been exposed as that man in black yet.”
“An epic masterpiece. Please read it, everyone.”
…

When Shen Chen saw the content clearly, her eyes also lit up. Even though neither her nor Yu Sheng’s favorite fics had been drawn, the “spicy scenes” in this ABO fanfiction were written incredibly well. They were deliciously hot without being greasy. When Shen Chen had read it under her covers late at night back then, she was so excited she almost thrashed around in bed like a worm.

But since she hadn’t seen the script prepared by the production team yet, she was momentarily curious—how exactly had the crew censored and edited this? How did this fic pass the review to get onto the show???

However, as a professional host, Shen Chen possessed excellent professional qualities. She quickly managed her facial expressions, turned around, and picked up the manuscript in Gu Qichi’s hand. Introducing it to the camera, she said: “It seems Teacher Qichi has already chosen the content to perform. It’s a very excellent piece of work. Let’s have the two of them go and prepare.”

Shen Chen added, “Don’t worry, everyone. The production team has already contacted the original author and obtained authorization. Supporting official releases and fighting piracy is everyone’s responsibility.”

Backstage, Gu Qichi was changing into the clothes sent over by the director, with the manuscript resting on the chair.

He had just skimmed it briefly. Compared to when he read it before, the document currently in front of him had way more elements added to it.

But it was entirely within the broadcastable limits.

The outfit prepared by the crew was a very European-style white ruffled shirt, with cascading folds spreading across the collar and cuffs, paired with a blue sapphire collar clip.

When he pushed open the dressing room door, he saw Bo Yu leaning against the doorway on the other side.

There were no cameras in this part of the dressing room, likely because filming wasn’t needed here, so the lighting wasn’t very bright.

Dim light shone straight down from above, and a few wisps of wind blew in from the adjacent window, making the shirt on Bo Yu’s body billow slightly.

He rarely wore clothes like this, or at least Gu Qichi had never seen him in them.

Back at Fashion Pasha, the suits Bo Yu wore had looked great, but Gu Qichi hadn’t felt quite so strongly about it then. Now, however, it felt like his heart had been gently struck by something.

Because of the character setting, Bo Yu’s outfit was even more gorgeous. The patterns on his cuffs were intricate and extravagant, unfurling like vines. The collar of his shirt was properly buttoned all the way to the top, right at his Adam’s apple, while the cufflinks were made of metal, gleaming with a cold, hard light under the lamp.

His entire being looked aloof and deeply aristocratic.

Gu Qichi zoned out for a split second. He walked over, helped Bo Yu unfasten the very top button, and suddenly remembered the “knowledge” Bo Yu had educated him on during his birthday.

“Tell me…” he suddenly spoke, his tone a bit dazed but mostly filled with curiosity. “If we really lived in this fanfiction world, and you were the Alpha, and I was that Omega.”

“Would you fall in love with someone else because of pheromones?”

Because he had only skimmed this fic, Gu Qichi only had a half-baked understanding of the lore inside. But since Bo Yu had brought it up time and time again, and now encountering this fic on the show today, it inadvertently stirred up some of Gu Qichi’s eagerness to learn.

Bo Yu lowered his head, his fringe sweeping over his brows. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Gu Qichi who was gazing up at him. He could tell at a glance that Gu Qichi was harboring some wicked ideas again.

“No. I would only like you.” He wrapped an arm around Gu Qichi’s waist, the skin beneath his palm feeling supple.

Gu Qichi had clearly been fattened up by him quite a bit, yet not an ounce of fat had grown on his waist and abdomen; it was so slender that Bo Yu could almost wrap a single hand around it.

Feeling mischievous, he pinched Gu Qichi’s waist and accused, “The cameras aren’t here, so you’re seducing me.”

Gu Qichi’s teasing gaze swept over his face as he drawled slowly, “I didn’t seduce you. Don’t flatter yourself.”

While they were in the dressing room, the set had already been built over at the studio.

The Truth or Dare wheel had spun another round, landing on the next group of guests, who actually volunteered to try acting out a fanfiction as well.

The two guests had just come over to change clothes when they saw Bo Yu and Gu Qichi facing each other, heads bowed, whispering who knows what to one another.

This pair of guests was a highly renowned female singer and her equally famous rockstar husband. Their professions and hobbies perfectly aligned, and they were very affectionate. But seeing Gu Qichi and Bo Yu still glued together right now, she couldn’t help but tease, “Little Gu, they’re rushing you over there. Stop whispering sweet nothings to your husband.”

Gu Qichi had no choice but to cough lightly and let go of Bo Yu.

Gu Qichi: “Seniors, why did you come over here too?”

The female singer waved the script in her hand and replied, “We drew the same task as you guys.”

Gu Qichi choked for a second, silently cursing the production team for being so wicked.

…

The production team might be wicked, but one had to admit they were extremely serious when it came to the set design for the game segments.

The makeup artist even touched up Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s makeup, specifically applying a layer of glossy berry-colored lip glaze to Gu Qichi’s lips.

The moment the two walked out from backstage, the cameras rapidly locked onto them.

Gu Qichi took a few glances at the small stage.

It looked to be Medieval Europe. The set was brimming with the atmosphere of that era—candlesticks with flickering flames, dark red velvet tablecloths, and layers upon layers of heavy curtains and drapery.

The scene Gu Qichi and Bo Yu were meant to act out took place right in front of the dining table.

Shen Chen looked incredibly excited and couldn’t help but blow some rainbow farts first: “Teacher Qichi is going to slay the trending searches with his devastatingly beautiful face again today.”

Han Hao also turned his head to whisper to Han Li, “Little Gu’s acting is very good. I had a great time working with him on the acting variety show before. Even though this is an improv performance, it’s enough to show his skills.”
“Weren’t you looking for candidates for Director Song’s new movie recently? I think he’d be a great choice.”

Han Li pursed her lips, didn’t reply, and focused intently on watching Gu Qichi’s performance.

The cameras focused, the wind machines started, and the curtains and drapery swayed with the wind, rippling into overlapping folds.

To better fit the fanfiction’s setting, the stylist had specially sprayed perfume on both of them. Gu Qichi carried a very faint floral scent, while Bo Yu had a cold, light woody aroma.

The tall Alpha pressed the person against the dining table. Worried about Gu Qichi bumping his waist, Bo Yu specifically used his hand to shield him from the edge.

The man had broad shoulders and long legs. His tall frame cast a faint shadow, covering most of Gu Qichi.

Even though she knew it was acting, Shen Chen still spaced out for a moment. No wonder everyone in the Yu Qin Gu Zong fandom said Bo Yu was the heaven-chosen Top Alpha. This overwhelming, oppressive aura truly wasn’t something an ordinary person could possess.

The Alpha gender inherently possessed a strong, domineering possessiveness over their Omega, much like a puppy peeing to mark its territory.

Bo Yu had also read this fanfic before; he had even studied it repeatedly. He hadn’t even looked at the script the production team provided. Following his memory, he lowered his head and mock-approached the back of Gu Qichi’s neck.

His nose pressed against the side of Gu Qichi’s neck, where the rising and falling pulse of his artery was clearly visible. That perfume scent mixed with the smell of Gu Qichi’s body wash, forming a cool, tranquil aroma.

Bo Yu wasn’t in a hurry to open his mouth and bite down. Instead, he pulled the person’s waist forward, drawing him even closer.

“Are you willing to accept my mark?”

Bo Yu wasn’t an actor, so his line delivery naturally couldn’t be called perfect. Fortunately, the person he was facing was Gu Qichi. His tone was extremely emotional, making it hard to pick out any flaws in the moment.

“On your gland, I will bite down and completely mark you.”
“Our souls will blend, our hearts will resonate…”
“Wife.”

Bo Yu’s voice was low and deep, slowly brushing against the side of Gu Qichi’s neck.

“I want to mark you.”
“I want to have an even deeper communication of soul and desire with you.”

Gu Qichi raised an eyebrow. The lighting cast a shallow shadow over his face, making it somewhat difficult to see the look in his eyes, but the smile on his lips was clear.

His facial features were inherently aggressive to begin with—a thick, decadent beauty. With skin as white as snow and lips like crimson dots, his radiant smile dazzled everyone present.

He pushed Bo Yu off his body, reached out, and dragged his fingertips all the way down Bo Yu’s jawline.

Gliding past the Adam’s apple and stirring up a shiver, his fingers stopped at the chest, hooking right in front of the first unfastened button.

His touch was so light that it seemed a single casual movement would send his fingers slipping right down Bo Yu’s shirt.

Gu Qichi lifted his eyes, an arc of light glinting from the corners—seductive and deeply affectionate. He leaned close to Bo Yu’s ear, his tone bewitching. Even though he kept his voice very low, the microphone picked it up and transmitted it clearly to the screens: “What else do you want to do? Want to see me wear a little skirt?”

The fans were about to go crazy screaming. Those who were screenshotting took screenshots, those who were shrieking shrieked, and countless people were wriggling like worms in their beds, their adrenaline soaring.

“My face is turning yellow (my mind is in the gutter)! Is this something we’re allowed to hear for free??!”
“Where’s the director? Where’s the screenwriter? Give them a raise! Give them a bonus! Pass it down, His Majesty wishes to reward them heavily!”
“AH—I declare, I Will Accompany You to the End is the best variety show of the year!!! Bar none!!! [Going Crazy]”
“Don’t be stingy, since you’re already acting out this fic, just act out the rest of the plot and content too! [Drool] [Drool]”
“I know this! The plot after this is Bo Yu being stimulated by Little Qi’s pheromones into a pseudo-rut, and then he does this and that to Little Qi and forcibly marks him! [Drooling]”
“Shoot it! Film it hard! Broadcast Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s married life strictly according to this standard!!!”
“Holy shit fam, major live stream incident. My friend told me that the script she helped the crew edit didn’t have these lines…”
“??? What does that mean?”
“It means they’ve both read this fanfic! Are they reciting the original plot??? [Shocked Face.jpg]”
“I could guess Bo Yu has read it, but when did Little Qi read it?!!”
“So what else is there that I don’t know about! Wife! You’ve been corrupted by Bo Yu! You’re not supposed to read this kind of literature!!!”

While the fans were fiercely discussing, Shen Chen was also screaming.

That familiar rush of excitement surged up again. She suppressed the urge to shriek out loud, intending to grab a cup of water to calm down while the cameras weren’t on her.

The next second, the broadcast suddenly went black, and all the glorious sights vanished into darkness.

Everyone’s faces disappeared in an instant, leaving the viewers in front of their screens full of question marks.

Shen Chen looked at the ground in shock and suspicion, her gaze shifting back and forth between the wire that had tripped her and her sky-high stilettos.

Was it really necessary? Could her single fall have ripped out the main control desk’s power cable???
Was this wire made of paper…

“Director, because of the aging circuits, the repairmen downstairs made a mistake today…”
“In short, it’s going to take a while before the power is restored.”

The director had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard another staff member rushing over anxiously: “Bad news, Director! Our live stream room got banned!”

Director: ???

He whipped his head toward Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s direction. Were these two really that powerful? They just said a couple of dirty lines and got the live stream banned?!
Then how come absolutely nothing happened during that New Year’s fireworks live stream!

Immediately after, the staff member continued: “Because the cameraman accidentally panned to you…” He spoke hesitantly, finding it hard to say out loud: “Because… because your body management isn’t quite up to par, and you were on screen for a long time, the platform’s AI judged it as suggestive content…”

Director: “?”
Director: “??!”
Say that again! Because of who?!

He glanced down at his bulging man-boobs and protruding round belly—small head, big confusion.

On the other side, hidden in the darkness with the lingering scent of perfume at the tip of their noses, they could see nothing but each other’s blurred silhouettes.

Gu Qichi and Bo Yu looked at each other in total silence. The finger resting on his shirt moved very slightly.

It brushed over his skin as if it were barely there, stirring up an itch like a kitten scratching at someone.

Bo Yu’s eyes darkened. He forcefully stepped intimately close between Gu Qichi’s legs, pressed down on his waist, aimed at the back of his neck, and bit down.

Fierce, brutal, without leaving an ounce of mercy.

This play had to be finished, after all.
And Bo Yu had to “mark” Gu Qichi, after all.

Sharp canine teeth pressed against the thin skin, the force so strong it felt like he could bite until it bled.

Bo Yu licked over it, carrying a sense of tender pity.

Gu Qichi gripped his collar, making no sound. Just before Bo Yu pulled away, he hooked Bo Yu with his pinky finger.

Amidst the utter chaos, only the fans were left slamming their tables in anger: “What is it that we VVVVIP users aren’t allowed to see??!”