TTIG Chapter 60.2

Fu Fei immediately walked over: “Come on, let’s have a go.”

 

Xiao Fei’s strength was no match for Mo Xun at all. Mo Xun won easily, smiling: “Little kid, even if you used all your strength, you couldn’t beat me.”

 

Fu Fei couldn’t help saying: “I’m 2 years younger than you, two years less development—that’s not fair!” Then he looked at Fang Yinnian and said: “Brother Nian, Brother Nian, hurry up and take him down, help us three get revenge!”

 

Fang Yinnian walked over, leaned down to brace his elbow on the table surface, and looked up at Mo Xun. Mo Xun also placed his arm on the table.

 

The two looked at each other at close range. The moment their palms clasped together, Mo Xun’s mind suddenly went blank—Fang Yinnian’s fingers were long and dry, with a low body temperature, and felt particularly comfortable to hold.

 

He couldn’t help remembering that New Year’s Day when Yinnian was drunk and unconsciously threaded his fingers through his, gently interlocking their fingers…

 

The bonfire beside them crackled and sparked, the light dancing on Fang Yinnian’s face, and his eyes seemed to flicker with firelight too.

 

Fu Fei’s voice rang out: “3-2-1, start!”

 

Mo Xun’s rationality quickly returned, and his arm began to exert gentle pressure.

 

Fang Yinnian was also exerting force—all guys have competitive spirits, especially in arm wrestling, which showcases one’s strength.

 

But Fang Yinnian knew very well he couldn’t beat Mo Xun. Mo Xun had the strongest muscle power among the five, but he also couldn’t lose too embarrassingly—he had to hold out for a while at least.

 

Thinking this, Fang Yinnian suddenly looked up and smiled at Mo Xun with curved eyes.

 

Mo Xun’s concentration wavered, and the resisting force suddenly relaxed, as if he’d instantly dropped all his defenses.

 

Fang Yinnian pressed Mo Xun’s hand down to the table in one go: “You lost.”

 

Teammates: “???”

 

The bullet comment section was also filled with question marks.

 

“????”

 

“Report the captain for throwing the match!”

 

“This isn’t throwing the match, this is releasing an entire ocean~”

 

“Mo Xun deliberately lost to Fang Yinnian, right? His arm strength suddenly relaxed, so obvious!”

 

“…I’m shipping them again ahhh!”

 

“Ahhh Mo Xun how can you have such double standards!”

 

“Super intense arm wrestling with teammates, but you throw the match against Yinnian!”

 

On screen, Fu Fei laughed: “As expected, Brother Nian had to take him down. Brother Nian is mighty, Brother Nian is domineering.”

 

Tan Junwen smiled: “How did you suddenly lose? You weren’t deliberately throwing the match, were you?”

 

Mo Xun said: “Fang Yinnian used a magic attack.”

 

Fang Yinnian asked puzzledly: “What magic attack?”

 

Mo Xun looked at him helplessly: “Arm wrestling is arm wrestling—what did you mean by suddenly looking up and smiling at me? I completely broke character.”

 

Fang Yinnian’s ears heated up as he explained: “If we went at it directly, my strength definitely couldn’t match yours. Psychological warfare is also a way to win, right?”

 

Mo Xun chuckled: “…Mm, right.”

 

After saying this, he simply picked up half a cup of beverage and drained it: “I admit defeat.”

 

“Hahaha Yinnian baby’s magic attack worked”

 

“Nian-bao is smart, made the captain break character directly”

 

“I’m saying, can this group variety show stop constantly giving us sugar!”

 

“Ahhh kswl”

 

Fang Yinnian: “…”

 

Actually, when they were arm wrestling, he hadn’t felt anything was wrong. Mo Xun had won against three teammates in a row and was being too arrogant, so he got mischievous and wanted to make Mo Xun lose once.

 

However, now watching the edited variety show…

 

From an observer’s perspective, when he was arm wrestling with Mo Xun and suddenly looked up with a smile, their eyes locked, with the bonfire crackling and burning beside them, the firelight reflecting on their faces…

 

The moment Mo Xun lost, the look in his eyes was filled with laughter, helpless yet gentle.

 

No wonder the CP fans went crazy.

 

Mo Xun’s gaze… it had been too dark at the time, so he hadn’t paid attention. But now it was captured by the camera and magnified on screen.

 

It was as if he was looking straight into his heart through the screen.

 

Fang Yinnian’s heartbeat grew faster and faster.

 

This group variety show had edited in a lot of CP interaction content—the manager obviously wanted the MoFang CP to continue operating and maintain their popularity.

 

When filming, Fang Yinnian really hadn’t thought much about it, just focused on playing games. Now that post-production had released his interactions with Mo Xun, complete with emojis, text effects, and other special effects…

 

He suddenly felt very guilty.

 

Was this kind of fan service going too far?

 

Next was the PK project proposed by Tan Junwen—staring contests to see who could last longer, with whoever blinked first or broke character losing.

 

Tan Junwen’s hair was slightly disheveled by the sea breeze. Being stared at by his wide-open eyes, Fang Yinnian broke character in just 5 seconds because he thought Junwen looked like a stray poodle.

 

Fu Fei and Tan Junwen had a long staring contest, but eventually broke character too, complaining: “Damn, this is the widest I’ve ever seen your eyes open!”

 

Usually Tan Junwen always squinted, looking like he hadn’t woken up. This game was indeed the most he’d ever opened his eyes since they’d known him.

 

Teammates broke character one after another.

 

Tang Che and Mo Xun also successively fell.

 

Only then did Tan Junwen squint his eyes with satisfaction, cockily wagging his index finger: “You guys really don’t have anyone who can fight.”

 

The four immediately stood up and surrounded him, tickling him.

 

Tan Junwen’s expression twisted with laughter: “Ahahahaha… mercy mercy… I was wrong I was wrong…”

 

“Hahaha Junwen is ticklish”

 

“Dying of laughter, this guy’s expression just now was so smug”

 

“No one who can fight, but four tickling daddies arrived”

 

“Hahaha FTM’s plastic brotherhood crumbled in 3 seconds”

 

Next was Xiao Fei’s competition—a timed treasure hunt where everyone had to collect shells on the beach, with whoever collected the most winning.

 

In the end, Xiao Fei collected the most. He came back with an armful of colorful shells, saying he wanted to make a shell wind chime to hang in their dorm.

 

Tang Che’s PK project was building sand structures together, with a 3-minute time limit to see who could build the highest. Of course Tang Che built the highest—he directly constructed a small sand castle.

 

When it was Fang Yinnian’s turn to think of a PK project, he simply drew hopscotch squares on the ground, saying: “Let’s play hopscotch and see who can complete it the fastest.”

 

As a child, he had often watched others play this game, but as soon as school ended, his mother would drag him off to practice piano, leaving no time to play with other children.

 

Playing with his teammates on the beach today fulfilled a childhood wish.

 

Xiao Fei timed them with his phone.

 

Fang Yinnian moved with light steps and jumped the fastest.

 

None of his four teammates could beat him. Fang Yinnian happily said: “I won! Your punishment is each of you has to sing a children’s song, imitating a little kid’s voice.”

 

Mo Xun looked at his happy expression and said helplessly: “You really have a childlike heart—the style instantly changed to FTM kindergarten team building.”

 

Fang Yinnian laughed: “Come on, kindergarten class president.”

 

Mo Xun had no choice but to clear his throat and sing in a childish voice: “Two tigers, two tigers, running fast…”

 

Fu Fei beside him was dying of laughter: “Hahaha, Brother Mo’s falsetto is killing me, hahaha.”

 

Mo Xun immediately said: “Can this part be cut out? Don’t broadcast it?”

 

Fang Yinnian was also bent over with laughter.

 

Mo Xun singing children’s songs in a falsetto was too cute. He gave Mo Xun a thumbs up: “Little Mo Xun, you sang quite well.”

 

“Next, please have little Fu Fei continue the performance.”

 

Fu Fei’s mouth was about to split from laughing as he sang in a falsetto: “Let’s plant the sun together~ la la la~”

 

Tan Junwen was thick-skinned and finished singing with a smile.

 

When Tang Che sang, he had a pained expression, then looked at the camera: “Cut this part out too, thanks.”

 

The live stream was flooded with fans’ laughter.

 

“FTM kindergarten is too funny, Yinnian is the kindergarten principal”

 

“Dying of laughter, is this group comedy or talent?”

 

“Talented comedy!”

 

“I could eat up these cute little kids one by one~”

 

“They’re so warm together!”

 

“Their private relationships must be really good, they’re laughing so happily…”

 

“Xiao Fei is laughing so hard his features are flying around”

 

“Fu Fei unflattering photo +1”

 

“Everyone unflattering photos +5, hahaha”

 

They really had a great time that night.

 

Later, when they got carried away, they even buried each other in the sand, leaving only their heads exposed, then took photos with their heads together.

 

While taking photos, they complained: “We’re really so childish hahaha!”

 

—People can only completely relax and play without restraint in front of their most trusted friends.

 

They didn’t need to put on celebrity airs or worry about whether their image was elegant or handsome. They simply felt especially happy playing with their teammates.

 

Eventually, they even forgot about the cameraman beside them.

 

All five had sand smeared on their faces, and their clothes and pants were dirty. Finally, they wrote a line of text side by side on the beach.

 

The cameraman zoomed in—

 

It was a simple line of English letters.

 

FTM ♡ forever.

 

We want to be together forever.

 

The heart in the middle was drawn by Tan Junwen. The five stood inside it together for photos, and the brief first episode of the group variety show ended like this.

 

Fans were both wanting more and deeply moved.

 

The bullet comment section was already filled with dense “FTM forever” messages.

 

“You guys stay together well!”

 

“As long as FTM doesn’t disband, I’ll definitely follow them until I’m old!”

 

“Music Note sisters will always be together~”

 

“Wuwuwu the five of them are so good, I love this group spirit”

 

“Our FTM is the best!”

 

Idol group variety shows’ target audience is fans—passersby generally don’t specifically search to watch them. This episode had a very good effect of solidifying the fanbase.

 

CP fans could get their sugar, while group fans and solo fans also saw many segments they liked. #FTM Group Variety Let’s Go Together# briefly trended on entertainment hot searches, and the #MoFang Heaven and Earth# CP super topic topped the charts once again.

 

Everyone in the industry found it mystical—whenever Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian appeared for fan service, the CP super topic would definitely top the charts. This was becoming an unsolvable metaphysical phenomenon in the entertainment industry.

 

Scenes of the two making eye contact during arm wrestling, feeding each other during barbecue, Mo Xun drinking Fang Yinnian’s soda, and so on were indeed made into GIFs by CP fans and widely circulated.

 

After watching the variety show, Fang Yinnian picked up his phone and scrolled through these CP fan-made images, suddenly feeling unsettled.

 

He thought again of Mo Xun’s gentle gaze when he lost the arm wrestling match…

 

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

 

He felt like something at the bottom of his heart was breaking through the soil, sprouting, about to lose control.

 

This was the first time he had seen clips of himself and Mo Xun interacting from an observer’s perspective.

 

The observer sees clearly while the person involved is confused.

 

When he was in the situation, he didn’t feel anything was wrong—it was just normal interaction between friends. But once he stepped outside to observe, the atmosphere between them was indeed very strange…

 

Whenever they looked at each other, their eyes seemed unable to accommodate anyone else. That strange “exclusivity” made Fang Yinnian particularly uneasy.

 

Fang Yinnian forcibly suppressed his violent heartbeat and said softly: “Mo Xun, I… I have a question. Can you tell me the truth?”

 

Mo Xun turned around. Yinnian was sitting on the hotel bed edge, gripping his phone tightly, his ears red for some unknown reason.

 

Mo Xun closed his laptop, turned to sit beside him, and smiled: “What question has you so nervous? Ask anything—I’ll tell you everything I know.”

 

Fang Yinnian took a deep breath and mustered the courage to ask: “You’re definitely straight, right? What the CP fans are shipping is all made up in their heads. We’re friends, we’re brothers, right?”

 

Mo Xun: “…”

 

He suddenly fell silent.

 

The room was very quiet. Fang Yinnian felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

 

Say something, Mo Xun!

 

Aren’t you straight? Why aren’t you answering?

 

Just as Fang Yinnian was about to repeat the question, Mo Xun suddenly said quietly: “Yinnian, I’m not naturally gay, and I wouldn’t have any thoughts about other guys.”

 

Fang Yinnian breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure in his heart instantly lightening.

 

Good, he’s not gay. It seemed Mo Xun was just big-hearted with a straightforward personality—being physically affectionate with guys was normal. He had been overthinking.

 

Fang Yinnian didn’t see the complex expression that floated in Mo Xun’s eyes when he turned away—I’m not naturally gay, and I wouldn’t have any thoughts about “other guys.”

 

But, Yinnian…

 

I have different thoughts about you alone.

 

Ever since that New Year’s Eve when you were drunk and gently interlocked fingers with me, I never wanted to let go of your hand again.

 

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