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Summary:

Day 1: unrequited WJX/HST, silence
Day 2: LJ/BRX, constellations
Day 3: QF/SX, tattoo
Day 4: OAL/DR, victory
Day 5: ZJL/ZXJ, distance
Day 6: WC/YWZ, surrender
Day 7: YX/FR, free day

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Day 1: unrequited WJX/HST, silence

Following dinner, Wang Jiexi left the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table and checked out of the hotel.

He didn’t need to insist on hearing Huang Shaotian’s response.

The silence told him everything.

 

Day 2: LJ/BRX, constellations

“Stars are forever moving apart from each other as the universe expands,” sighed Luo Ji as he stared up into the night sky. “It’s kind of sad.”

“Yeah, but you can connect them together to make pretty pictures!” Baozi exclaimed.

 

Day 3: QF/SX, tattoo

“It’s going to hurt,” Qiu Fei warned.

“I’m not leaving until I get an Excellent Era tattoo like Ye Qiu’s!” Sun Xiang insisted.

Fifteen minutes later, Qiu Fei sighed and let his eyes wander the artwork on the walls as Sun Xiang squeezed his hand with particular force.

 

Day 4: OAL/DR, victory

They part ways, not hearts, and yet One Autumn Leaf still regrets that he will never win a championship with the partner who was made for him.

“It’s okay,” says Dancing Rain, pressing her soft lips to the skin of his cheek. “It will be more fun to win one off you.”

 

Day 5: ZJL/ZXJ, distance

“I’m officially no longer a long-distance boyfriend,” Zhang Jiale proclaimed once he had finished unpacking the last of his belongings.

“You are still 18.2 meters down the hallway,” Zhang Xinjie said with a frown.

“Hey... I can’t just move into your room, you know.”

 

Day 6: WC/YWZ, surrender

In between their second and third rounds of PK, Yu Wenzhou noticed the near invisible sheen of sweat on the captain’s forehead and hesitated.

One battle later, Yu Wenzhou pulled away from the computer, a bitter smile on his face.

Wei Chen didn’t say anything but stared, haunted, into Yu Wenzhou’s eyes.

 

Day 7: YX/FR, free day

“We’re not dating,” said Fang Rui, his head draped over Ye Xiu’s lap on the couch. 

He reached a hand toward the bowl balanced precariously on his stomach and popped a shiny red grape into Ye Xiu’s mouth. 

“We’re not dating,” Ye Xiu repeated, to everyone’s doubting expressions.

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