The next morning.
Su Yu felt a tickle on his face.
When he opened his eyes in his dream,
He saw Lin Yanyu fiddling with his face with her hair.
“Susu, time to wake up.” Seeing Su Yu awake, she stuck out her tongue playfully.
“No, let me sleep a little longer.” Su Yu pulled her into his arms.
“Hurry up and get up!” Lin Yanyu said, but then leaned back into his embrace.
She rested her head on Su Yu’s arm, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering.
“Were you raised on strawberry cakes?” Su Yu asked, looking at her beautiful face, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Of course.” Lin Yanyu smiled sweetly, then with a mischievous grin, “There’s something on your face.”
Su Yu was startled.
He touched his cheek.
Puzzled, he asked, “What is it?”
“Hehe, it’s a bit handsome.” Lin Yanyu’s lips curved slightly as she kissed his cheek.
Su Yu shook his head with a wry smile, wondering when this girl learned to speak cheesy pickup lines.
He tightened his grip, pulling Lin Yanyu closer.
She smelled nice, sweet.
“Ten more minutes,” Su Yu said lazily.
It was a rare moment of quiet togetherness.
“Mmm,” Lin Yanyu mumbled shyly in his arms.
A brief silence settled in the room.
“Susu, why did you hurt me?” Lin Yanyu suddenly asked.
Su Yu frowned, “How did I hurt you?”
“You hurt me by making me like you so much.” Lin Yanyu buried her face in Su Yu’s chest and giggled.
Su Yu was utterly bewildered.
This sweet yet awkward feeling was a bit much for him.
Something was wrong.
Why was the little fairy spewing cheesy pickup lines after he woke up?
“Haha, for today’s livestream, I spent hours last night studying a treasure trove of cheesy pickup lines.” Lin Yanyu’s tone was filled with excitement and a hint of eagerness.
Her words sent another jolt through Su Yu.
That bad premonition grew stronger.
...
This cultural exchange event
was themed around ancient people.
Therefore, all participants were required to wear ancient costumes.
Su Yu and Lin Yanyu’s outfits were specially custom-made by Chen Rong.
Lin Yanyu wore a light green palace dress, adorned with gold hair ornaments exuding an ancient charm. A cinnabar dot adorned her forehead, making her look as graceful as a fairy with a touch of playful flirtatiousness.
Su Yu, on the other hand, was dressed in a snow-white long gown. His natural scholarly demeanor, combined with his inherent laid-back aura, made him look like a scholar from ancient times stepping out of a painting.
“Wow! Susu, you’re so handsome!” Lin Yanyu’s eyes sparkled with admiration.
“Not bad, you have my youthful vigor,” Lin Chaoyang nodded.
“Little Yu is much more handsome than you were in your youth,” Chen Rong retorted without mercy.
Lin Chaoyang protested, “We just have different styles.”
Chen Rong replied, “Ah, yes, yes, yes.”
Su Yu chuckled, “Dad’s style is more kingly, I can’t match that overflowing domineering aura.”
“Haha, it’s good that Little Yu recognizes quality.” Lin Chaoyang’s expression changed instantly.
To showcase the “overflowing domineering aura” Su Yu mentioned, he deliberately stood with his hands behind his back. Indeed, his unique imposing presence was on full display, giving him that certain flair.
With a few more words of flattery from Su Yu,
Lin Chaoyang happily slung an arm around his shoulder, looking as if he had found a kindred spirit. If not for the difference in generations, they might have sworn brotherhood on the spot.
...
When Su Yu and Lin Yanyu stepped out, Gong Juren was already waiting outside.
He was leaning against a black business car.
Gong Juren was dressed as a scholar’s attendant that day.
He had an ancient scholar’s satchel on his back.
In his hand, he held professional live-streaming equipment.
At first glance, it seemed a bit out of place, but after a while, it felt quite fitting.
“Brother Yu, can we start?”
Seeing Su Yu emerge, he raised the equipment in his hand.
His mission in Kyoto this time was to live-stream a day in the life of the Yanyu CP.
“Alright, let’s begin.”
Su Yu nodded, and Gong Juren started the live stream.
Meanwhile, the audience in the livestream room had already been waiting impatiently.
When they finally saw the live feed,
they became instantly excited.
“They’re here, they’re here!”
“Holy crap, is that Su Yu?”
“Holy crap, did I time travel?”
“Ahhhh! My Yu God looks so handsome!”
“This white outfit, it made me wet!”
“What a perfect couple, a scholar and his beauty!”
“Su Yu lives up to his reputation as the ancient-style scholar, not only writing great ancient-style songs but also looking so handsome and talented in ancient attire!”
This was Su Yu’s first appearance in ancient costume.
The livestream audience was instantly awestruck.
They exclaimed that such a handsome man existed in this world, like an immortal descended to earth!
“Hello everyone, today I’ll be taking you to the cultural exchange event to experience some cultural immersion.”
Su Yu smiled and waved at the camera.
Gong Juren had a secondary screen attached to the equipment stand to view the livestream comments.
He would relay any meaningful questions to Su Yu.
“Brother Yu, the viewers are asking if you’ve finished writing the song for the next episode of Ace City Competition.”
“I’ve already finished it, I sent it to Brother Slippers yesterday.”
“Brother Yu, the viewers are asking if you’re this fast, does your sister-in-law know?”
“Ahem… I’m just fast at writing songs.”
Su Yu replied with mock annoyance.
Where did this Little Gong learn to create such dramatic effects?
The child had gone bad, learning to dig traps for himself.
After answering a few more questions,
Gong Juren opened the car door.
They all got into the car, and the driver drove away from the Lin family villa.
...
The cultural exchange event was held in an ancient-style manor.
It was a former Zhuangyuan Mansion from ancient times, which had been renovated later.
It had originally become a tourist attraction.
The government, holding the exchange event, had requisitioned it for two days.
At this moment,
in a room within the manor, sat all the prominent figures of the literary world.
The presidents of official associations such as the Calligraphy Association and the Poetry Association had all arrived.
Shen Lingyun, as the president of the Calligraphy Association, enjoyed high prestige in the industry.
His father was Zhang Yuanshan, known as the contemporary Sage of Calligraphy.
And his son was Shen Chun, one of the Four Great Talents of Kyoto.
He was from a family of calligraphers.
Wu Tian, the president of the Poetry Association, also had an impressive background. He had dedicated his life to studying poetry and was known in the industry as the person who understood poetry the most. His daughter, Wu Xiaomeng, was well-read from a young age and was a talented woman.
Although the Four Great Talents were collectively referred to as talents, there were actually two men and two women.
“Since the other two youngsters aren’t here, the younger generation at this exchange event will likely be dominated by Shen Chun and that girl Xiaomeng.” Someone remarked.
“Haha, although calligraphy and poetry complement each other, when it comes to composing poetry, Chun’er still can’t match Xiaomeng,” Shen Chun’s father, Shen Lingyun, said with a hearty laugh.
“Xiaomeng is only slightly better at poetry; her calligraphy is no match for that boy Shen Chun,” Wu Tian also said modestly.
After speaking, they exchanged knowing smiles.
Anyone could hear their pride.
With the other two talents absent, Shen Chun and Wu Xiaomeng had no rivals in their respective fields today.
“These two are not the only ones receiving much attention.” The old president of the Opera Association, who had been silent in a corner, suddenly spoke.
Everyone was taken aback. Shen Lingyun asked, “Are there others?”
“Su Yu,” the old president uttered the name.
“Elder Zhou is joking. What does Su Yu, a songwriter, know about poetry and calligraphy?” Shen Lingyun shook his head.
He knew Su Yu, of course.
And he was even planning to find time to ask Su Yu to write a song for the Calligraphy Association.
He admitted that Su Yu was very talented in songwriting and his ancient-style songs were good, but composing poetry was different from writing songs.
“His ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ and ‘A Thousand Li of Hundred Degrees’ have a profound poetic charm,” the old president said with a faint smile.
The others present opened their mouths, unsure how to retort.
After a pause, Wu Tian suddenly said, “Then we’ll see if he’s a match for my daughter Xiaomeng.”
“Haha, no matter how good his poetry is, I refuse to believe his calligraphy can surpass my son Shen Chun,” Shen Lingyun said, not taking it seriously at all.
He had never heard that Su Yu knew calligraphy.
Therefore, even if Su Yu had talent in poetry, he felt no pressure whatsoever.