Name: A Guide to Blowing Your Cover as a Fake Crowd Favorite
Author: So Sweet I’m Dizzy

Synopsis

New novel: Class Three, Senior Year [Infinite]. A story about a group of high school seniors with more resentment than ghosts taking on horror games. Ensemble cast of students + Infinite flow + supernatural abilities. The blurb is at the very bottom!

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Blurb:

Song Tingchao is timid and dull, but has an exceptionally beautiful face.

Even when he just curls up in a corner, suitors keep flocking to him.

On the first day of the dating show's broadcast, the director tells him to collect heart-flutter points from every contestant.

The trendy, cool guy with an earring seems like an elementary schooler. When he looks at Song Tingchao, he may as well have "I'm into you" written all over his face.

The aloof, icy rich heir has been following Song Tingchao around everywhere ever since he tasted the noodles Song Tingchao made on the first day.

The gloomy younger college guy has been staring at him since the moment he walked in.

The silver-haired designer with dyed streaks rolls his eyes a hundred times a day and attacks everyone indiscriminately. After realizing the others are fond of Song Tingchao, he starts approaching him with interest.

Looking at this strange group of contestants, Song Tingchao only wants to hurry home.

Going home is impossible. Clutching the task card Director Shen hands him, Song Tingchao's fingers tremble.

"Casually make physical contact with every contestant during dinner."

"Invite three contestants to the amusement park and find a way to keep things balanced."

...Is this right?

Song Tingchao holds the cool guy's hand. The other's cheeks turn red. "Tingchao... can you pick me tomorrow?"

"I can..." Song Tingchao spots the gloomy college guy coming up behind him and hurriedly changes course. "I need to think about it."

After managing to comfort the gloomy college guy, Song Tingchao breathes a sigh of relief. He turns around and finds the curly-haired puppy, who has been silent all day, standing behind him.

When he sees Song Tingchao looking at him, he lowers his lashes. "Are you avoiding me?"

At some point, the contestants stop treating this silly boy who keeps approaching them as someone they could take or leave.

His soft cheeks, his shy, awkward smile, his slender frame: they all draw the contestants in deeper and deeper.

His clumsy, deliberate attempts to please them are obvious. But when they look down and see his face just inches away, all they want is for the smile on it to belong to them alone.

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Shen Yanxi thinks Song Tingchao is easy to fool.

Even though they have a formal contract, Song Tingchao still dares not complain about Shen Yanxi making changes without permission.

The tasks Shen Yanxi writes down on a whim make the beautiful boy tremble with nerves, and he obediently does as he is told.

He has no idea the contestants have long since noticed his foolish attempts to get close. All he does is let out a long sigh of relief after completing each task.

He's so easy to fool, so innocent, and so beautiful.

But after the show starts airing, Director Shen sits in the control room and watches a male college student drape an arm over Song Tingchao's shoulder, his gaze dark and unreadable.

With a sharp snap, Shen Yanxi breaks his pen in two.

The assistant beside him watches in timid silence.

Shen Yanxi manages to force a smile, but when he sees the silver-haired designer repeatedly provoking Song Tingchao, he gets so angry he stands up.

The director asks, "Director Shen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Shen Yanxi can barely keep smiling. "I bit my tongue."

Filming continues as usual. The popular young star, who has been maintaining his cool-guy persona, keeps going to Song Tingchao and asking him to send the text message to him.

Shen Yanxi closes his eyes. In the end, he can no longer suppress his feelings.

When the contestants play a murder mystery game, he adds himself to the cast and barges in to play Song Tingchao's husband, who died young.

When the contestants send text messages, he confiscates a staff member's account and uses it to bother Song Tingchao.

When the contestants go to the amusement park, he goes to the haunted house to play an actor.

On the finale night, Song Tingchao receives eight text messages.

The last one is from the production team: I like you.

A preview from my upcoming novel, Class Three, Senior Year [Infinite]. Please add it to your favorites!

Blurb:

[Ensemble cast of students + Infinite flow + supernatural abilities. A group of high school seniors with more resentment than ghosts takes on horror games.]

Nanjiang No. 1 High School, the best key high school in Nanjiang City.

It is also the only school in the city where students are allowed to bring phones, perm their hair, dye it, and wear whatever they like. The rules are extremely lax.

Class Three, Senior Year, is the best science-track class at Nanjiang No. 1 High School, and also its weirdest class.

The entire class is in a remarkably "good" mental state.

The class monitor invented his own sleep-learning method. He claims that listening to lessons while half asleep doubles his efficiency. Every time the bell rings, he pulls down his sleep mask and passes out cold.

The two science class representatives fight every day over who has to turn in the homework, tearing into each other with eight hundred rounds of angry posts on their social media. Each has formed a faction of their own, making them the perfect example of modern cliques.

The Chinese class representative enthusiastically embraces the school's policy allowing students to bring phones. He not only brings a phone, but also brings a tablet and a laptop to school, then puts on his Bluetooth headphones and enjoys watching shows.

The study committee member understands the importance of the internet in this day and age even better. Determined to become an influencer starting in high school, he brings several giant ring lights to class and livestreams without a care in the world.

And Xu Heng is simply the most ordinary one among them.

...If you ignore the fact that every day he uses his phone to vote for himself in the school heartthrob contest.

Until that evening study session.

The Xibo interactive whiteboard flickers on and off. The students below barely bat an eye and carry on with their own business.

The ones livestreaming keep livestreaming, and the ones arguing keep arguing.

"Boom!"

The lights on the ceiling suddenly burst, plunging the classroom into darkness.

[Congratulations. The System has selected you as high-quality players.]

[You have priority access to the beta server to experience game instances.]

[Loading game instance: Welcome, Guests.]

A horror game?

For a group of high school seniors whose mental state is already in shambles...