Chapter 108 Part 1

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Chapter 108 Part 1: You Only Have Six Days Left to Live (1)

The live stream disconnected.

The final frame of the video froze on the distant view of two paths diverging for the childhood sweethearts.

Countless comments flooded the remaining black screen, shocking not only fans of Day and Night Book but also casual viewers, who were left amazed by the twisted feast of emotions—mixing family, friendship, lesbian love, promises, and dreams:

“Damn, to hell with NTR!”

“Wow, am I really watching an idol stage? It’s just a teammate competition, why does it twist my emotions so much!”

Some indifferent spectators reveled in dissecting this distorted sacred book, treating it as a feast.

But more people felt the sadness, pain, despair, and loneliness that erupted when Chen Yining cried—experiencing the sting of rejection, the weight of abandonment, and the trampling of long-held beliefs.

This was the raw power of Heart Flow—an emotional tempest that released a decade of pent-up feelings in a miraculous wave, overwhelming even the two stunning performances. In an extraordinary moment, it completely altered the main tone of the broadcast.

At that moment, the fan base of Sun and Moon Books erupted into chaos. Two separate fan groups clashed in a war of public opinion, losing their rationality for their idols and pushing the broadcast to the top of the trending list:

#Sun and Moon Books BE#

#Green Plum Inferior to Falling Leaves#

#Chen Yining Crying in Public#

#Great Devil? Tyrant on Stage!#

#Stage Mistake, Chu Yuanqing’s First Kiss?#

In the Sun and Moon Book fan club, theories about a potential “BE” (bad ending) were spiraling out of control. The cries of heartbroken pure-love fans mixed with the chaos caused by opportunistic troublemakers.

However, some true believers stood their ground, analyzing the live stream frame by frame and waving their banner high:

“Sun and Moon Book BE? Incorrect!”

“Have you seen other couples publicly fight like this before?”

“Have you seen other couples cry and mourn for their partner’s departure?”

“This just proves we were right all along! We stood by each other!”

These questions suddenly made some people realize the truth.

Yes—crying, arguing, suffering, even betraying—only proved that this was real. That this was not just a show.

Ji Shuzhu’s emotional breakdown, Chen Yining’s raw anguish—this was beyond stage performance.

After all, Chen Yining had trained for years at Yunlan Entertainment, mastering the art of maintaining composure in front of the media. She had the poise of a seasoned idol, capable of handling impromptu street interviews with grace.

For someone like her to lose control in such a way could only mean one thing:

Her relationship with Ji Shuzhu was real.

So real that it might have crossed the boundary into something deeper—something beyond mere childhood friendship.

If that were the case, their inability to hold back their emotions in front of everyone made sense. The intensity of those fleeting seconds spoke volumes.

As for the notion that this was scripted?

Who would design a script that benefited neither party?

And if Chen Yining possessed such masterful acting skills, why struggle in the idol industry? She would have been better off pursuing a career in film.

Meanwhile, the storm from Dangerous Party continued to brew.

Beyond the Qingguo Chengcheng CP fans, other ship fans lamented the devastating impact on their favorite pairings. The recently recovering Meet You in the Mist suffered another blow, frustrated by one protagonist’s lack of response:

“I’m really angry! The Great Devil already had her first on-screen kiss with Honey Qing—what about Little Sakura? Somebody check on her!”

Similar meltdowns spread across Sun and Moon Chronicles and other Chu Yuanqing-related CP forums.

Xie Qingxuan had now become the nightmare of countless CP fans, crowned as the “Demon King”—leading an army and inciting condemnation from every corner.

Underground Base, B1 Area

Xie Qingxuan was oblivious to her newfound status as a home-wrecker. If she had known, she would have been baffled at how a simple PK stage could get so tangled with such dramatic embellishments.

For now, the innocent golden retriever was occupied with packing up luggage, helping Miss Choreographer and Chu Yuanqing organize their new dormitory.

Since this was a long-term show, contestants had a substantial amount of personal belongings—

Makeup and skincare suited to their skin type.

A wardrobe of private clothes for different occasions.

Even props prepared in advance for stage appearances.

Moving dormitories was no easy task. Fortunately, Chu Yuanqing traveled light, needing only one suitcase. Plus, the staff was available to help, ensuring the process wouldn’t take long.

Xie Qingxuan glanced at Miss Choreographer, who sat on the bed, flipping through a book in silence. Acknowledging her as a valuable teammate, she initiated a polite conversation:

“Ji Shuzhu, don’t you talk to Chen Yining much? If you miss this chance, you might not see each other for at least a week.”

Chu Yuanqing tensed at the question, instinctively tugging at Xie Qingxuan’s sleeve. She wished she could shove those natural golden retriever instincts back into her teammate’s mouth.

Even though she wasn’t particularly sensitive to the nuances of lesbian relationships or deep female friendships, something about Chen Yining and Ji Shuzhu earlier felt… off.

Especially the way Chen Yining had cried.

The way Ji Shuzhu had turned back—her subtle expression betraying a storm of emotions beneath the surface.

It almost made Chu Yuanqing and Xie Qingxuan feel like they were the unwitting villains in someone else’s love story.

Now was not the time to bring it up.

Ji Shuzhu raised an eyebrow. The intense emotions that had gripped her earlier had long burned out, leaving her an empty husk.

A hollow emptiness filled her chest, dulling her senses.

Hearing the question, she replied indifferently:

“It’s better not to see each other.”

“That’s the best solution for both me and her.”

Xie Qingxuan didn’t understand.

To her, friends were a foreign concept—new and special relationships she had never had the chance to build. Having childhood friends like Chen Yining and Ji Shuzhu, who had been close for over a decade, was something she admired deeply.

Unlike Little Sakura, Xie Qingxuan’s naturally calm personality and meditation practice had made her unaware of the impact of lacking close connections. She was slow to pick up on emotional undercurrents.

So, she asked the one question Chu Yuanqing dared not:

“It’s strange. Just being on different teams shouldn’t affect being friends. Why does it feel like you and Chen Yining are taking this so seriously?”

Chu Yuanqing couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed Xie Qingxuan’s arm and dragged her to the door, cutting the conversation short:

“Alright, since we’re moving on to the next stage, there’s a lot to do, right?”

“First, we need to draft our choreography. Then we check how many teams made it to B1 and choose our next challenge.”