So when choosing a handbag, you can’t pick a colorful one.
Because if you choose a colorful handbag to match a red dress, the two clash—there’s no spark, no harmony, no layering.
So when wearing red, the first rule is to choose a solid color handbag, with white or black being the top choices.
On the road, Su Luo casually asked, “Hey, by the way, do you know when our livestream starts?”
Xiao Wang instinctively replied, “Once you enter the broadcast studio, the livestream officially begins.”
A chill ran through Su Luo’s heart.
So, entering the broadcast studio means the performance officially starts.
Her little miss persona should be established from that moment on.
After Xiao Wang finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, casting a wary glance at Su Luo.
She thanked him politely, obediently refrained from asking anything else, and quickly followed him into the broadcast studio.
The so-called broadcast studio was nothing more than an empty room with a semi-circular row of blue sofas.
The moment Su Luo entered, a golden unidentified flying object appeared by her side.
It was a spherical metal object with two pairs of pale golden transparent wings.
It even had a large eye on it, which winked at Su Luo when it noticed her looking.
‘…Kind of cute, huh.’
Su Luo rubbed her nose, guessing this was the thing used for the livestream.
Looks like this companion would be sticking with her throughout this instance.
At this moment, the broadcast room was empty.
Su Luo glanced around and sat right in the middle of the sofa.
Su Luo just plopped down randomly; every choice was deliberate.
Sitting in the exact center of the sofa perfectly embodied the arrogant little miss persona of “I alone am supreme.”
Su Luo straightened her back and muttered to herself, “Is it just me? How can the production team put me on first? This is going to be awkward.”
Though she said “awkward,” a confident smile bloomed on her face, perfectly playing the tsundere little miss role.
Out of Su Luo’s sight, the barrage of comments exploded.
“This lady is so pretty!”
“Five minutes, I want all the info on this lady.”
“This red dress really suits her! She looks amazing!”
“Has anyone noticed? That handbag is Ernaixiang! This lady must be loaded!”
“Aaaah, rich lady, please adopt me!”
“According to her profile, she’s a tsundere type, I like that.”
“I just knew it! Saying it’s awkward but secretly loving being the first to appear!”
Of course, there were some less friendly comments, such as:
“Sitting right in the middle at the start? This lady is a bit self-centered!”
“Bright red, trying to outshine everyone, huh?”
“This girl likes showing off too much, right?”
***
However, Su Luo was unaware of all this as the second player arrived.
This second player was also a girl.
Her hair was long and black, making her skin appear even fairer.
She wore a white dress, looking gentle and delicate.
Almost instantly, both girls sized each other up and assigned each other roles: “Delicate Little White Flower,” “Heiress of a Wealthy Family.”
‘These were almost completely opposite personas’, Su Luo thought with interest.
She watched the little white flower at the door, curious to see her reaction.
The gaze made the white flower somewhat uncomfortable; she furrowed her brows slightly, then gave a somewhat fragile smile.
She then stepped into the broadcast room, her voice soft: “Hello, I’m Ice. You can call me Bing Bing.”
As she spoke, she found a seat at the very edge of the circular sofa.
After Ice sat down, Su Luo smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Lost.” After that, she fell silent.
She quietly observed Ice, but after a while, she withdrew her gaze.
From the surface, except for noticing Ice was a little white flower type, Su Luo couldn’t tell much else.
Ice was also observing Su Luo.
To be honest, the first thing she thought when she saw Lost was, “So much red!”
Su Luo guessed right—Ice’s persona was a pure, delicate girl.
Although Ice deliberately wore a white dress to emphasize this, it wasn’t completely white.
The girl in front of her was decked out in red—from clothes to shoes, handbag, even fingernails.
Ice strongly suspected that Lost’s hidden persona was an extreme lover of red.
But beyond that, the hidden persona might also include liking red clothes, red nail polish, and so on.
Shouldn’t a hidden persona be concealed?
It was way too obvious.
Or maybe she was playing on that expectation—showing her hidden persona openly.
A vicious cycle.
Only by verifying with the System could she get the answer.
But with only three chances to fail, Ice wasn’t willing to take the risk.
She gave Su Luo a deep look.
This opponent was much stronger than the previous ones in the instances.
She seemed like a formidable rival.
Su Luo said nothing.
Ice, true to her delicate persona, quietly sat still.
In contrast, the barrage of comments was lively:
“Red rose, white moonlight? This production team knows how to play!”
“They’re all so pretty! Which one should I choose?”
“Stop dreaming if you’re confused about who to pick, they won’t look at you.”
“I feel like I’m watching a palace intrigue drama, is it just me?”
“Aaaah! That palace drama! You’re not alone!”
***
Breaking the silence was the third player—currently the first male on the scene.
He wore a dark blue suit, neatly tied tie, looking every bit the corporate elite.
After entering, he scanned the room before sitting next to Su Luo.
A pretty self-centered personality as well!
Su Luo immediately guessed this man was some kind of company leader.
“Hello, everyone, my name is Wangyin Shaonian.”
When he said this, the elite face suddenly turned red, shattering the image he had just built.
“Pfft!” Ice burst out laughing.
A grown man named “Wangyin Shaonian” (Internet-addicted Youth)?
Anyone would laugh at that—too ironic.
Seeing Ice laugh, Wangyin Shaonian hurriedly said, “I…”
Just as he spoke the first word, he suddenly seemed to remember his persona and shut his mouth again.
After a second of silence, he continued, “You can call me Chu Nian.”
At this, Ice looked a little embarrassed: “Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean it.”
Wangyin Shaonian shook his head: “It’s fine. I didn’t expect this problem before, but now I can’t change my name.”
Ice smiled politely.
She felt suddenly thankful she hadn’t picked an outrageous name for herself—thank heavens.
But Su Luo couldn’t smile.
Thanks to her excellent memory, she clearly remembered this person.
Wangyin Shaonian was the guy she had helped during her first test instance!
Su Luo felt a headache coming on.
Of all the players in the whole Game Continent, why did she have to run into someone she knew?
Ice reached out her hand to Wangyin Shaonian gently: “Hello, I’m Ice. You can call me Bing Bing.”
Wangyin Shaonian took her hand and said, “Bing Bing, nice to meet you.”
Then he turned to Su Luo: “Hello?”
Su Luo looked at the boy.
Compared to the first time she met him, he was clearly more mature now but still carried traces of his former self.
When Wangyin Shaonian reached out to her, she coldly said, “I’ll introduce myself once everyone is here.”
Then she shook his hand anyway.
The barrage instantly polarized again.
“That girl’s so rude!”
“Right? She didn’t even respond when someone introduced themselves!”
“Didn’t you notice she deliberately shook his hand? That’s a sign she wants to get along!”
“I kind of think the little miss is cute. She says she doesn’t want to know him yet but physically says ‘nice to meet you.'”
“Huh? Now that you say it, it’s true!”
“By the way, does anyone know why Bing Bing was laughing earlier?”
“No idea. Seems like she was laughing at the name ‘Wangyin Shaonian.’ Weird.”
What Su Luo and the others didn’t know was that on most planets, names within six characters were considered normal.
That’s why the System mandated name length limits.
At this moment, the door was pushed open again.
In came Yun Feibai.
Yun Feibai was dressed fairly casually, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, perfectly embodying the “cultured scoundrel” archetype.
Su Luo winked at him.
Yun Feibai’s gaze lingered on her a second longer as he scanned the room, then he gently addressed everyone, “Hello, I’m Ji Hei.”
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment, and Yun Feibai sat down at the other end of the sofa.
Su Luo watched him thoughtfully.
She wondered what profession Yun Feibai was taking this time.
With the glasses, probably something quiet and intellectual.
The next two arrived together—a girl dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion and a tall, sunny-looking boy in a dark yellow T-shirt and denim shorts.
They entered side by side, as if breaking through the dimensional wall, giving off a strange yet harmonious aesthetic.
They immediately found empty seats and sat down.
Once everyone was settled, the broadcast suddenly announced:
“Next, each of you will have twenty minutes for self-introductions. Then, you will all enter the Love Cabin.”
As soon as the announcement ended, Wangyin Shaonian was the first to speak.
“Hello everyone, I’m Wangyin Shaonian, but you can call me Chu Nian. I’m 26 years old and work as a lawyer. Currently, I run my own law firm.”