The Academic God Becomes an Internet Sensation After Joining a Dating Show - Chapter 95 - Secrets Unveiled (Part 1)

In the deafening space filled with cheers and applause, the grooms embraced and kissed on the stage. The sunlight was perfectly dazzling, shining on the emerald lawn and on the wedding rings on their hands.

[Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!!]

[I’m going crazy!! My CP is married!]

[I will treasure this wedding for the rest of my life wuwuwuwuwuwu it’s too moving!]

[Wuwuwuwu, they got married and they even kissed—ahhh! Ahhh! What did I do in my past life to deserve seeing this kind of love!!!]

The comments were in a frenzy. The Weibo live stream reached the highest number of views and likes in history. The backend was repaired again and again, and it crashed again and again.

The wind and the sound of the distant sea mingled with the faint ringing in his ears from all the shouting. When the long kiss finally ended, Shen Xuzhi pulled his groom into a tight embrace, his eyes turning red once more.

Qing Lin flashed a brilliant smile, tilting his head back against the man who had bent down to bury his face in his neck, and patted his back to soothe him: “Good boy, Shen Laoshi~”

Shen Xuzhi was amused by him. He lifted his head and pecked his lips again. After pulling away, he held his gaze for a few seconds, then smiled and kissed him again.

[Ahhh! Shen Xizhi! Look at you, you goof!]

[Ahhhhhh, wife! Wife! I’m going to lose it kissing my wife!!]

[Ahhh! Ahhh! My Linlin is so beautiful today! They’re so perfect together! Both of them are smiling so happily!]

Shang Miaomiao had been carried onto the stage by Shang Boze. Holding a host’s cue card, he became the little emcee. “Next! Linlin is going to toss the bouquet!”

The guests below burst into excited chatter.

Qing Lin picked up the bouquet beside him, turned around, and tossed it backward.

The beautiful flowers flew in an arc through the air, followed by a chorus of screams. Qing Lin turned back to look. No one had expected the bouquet to land in Qi Youhuai’s hands.

“Yo, yo, yo, President Qi!”

“Your younger brother is married; when are you going to find Linlin a sister-in-law, President Qi!”

“President Qi, it’s about time you started dating too!”

Qi Youhuai held the bouquet, looking as surprised as anyone, but seeing his relative smiling brilliantly on the stage, he also smiled faintly, raised the bouquet toward him as a gesture, and joked, “Ge-ge will try his best.”

Laughter erupted throughout the venue.

Jiang Liao was the most excited person nearby. He clapped his hands and tugged at Qi Youhuai, teasing: “Yo, Lao Qi, look at you—already this old and still catching your little brother’s bouquet!”

Qi Youhuai rolled his eyes, utterly speechless. After a few seconds of staring, he shoved the bouquet into Jiang Liao’s arms.

Qi Youhuai: “Here, it’s yours.”

Jiang Liao blinked, confused. “Wait, why are you giving this to me?”

Qi Youhuai’s speechlessness deepened. He turned and started walking away. “I said it’s yours, so it’s yours.”

Jiang Liao, holding the bouquet, chased after Qi Youhuai, chattering non-stop. “Why? You don’t want to date, do you, you workaholic! Hey! Why are you ignoring me! Talk to me, Lao Qi…”

No one noticed Qi Youhuai’s ears had already flushed bright red.

“Qing Lin!”

Qing Lin was still greeting guests alongside Shen Xuzhi. When he heard someone call out to him, he turned and saw Huang Zishun, with Da Yu and Xiaotong, waving from behind.

Qing Lin said a word to Shen Xuzhi and quickly walked over to them.

Huang Zishun cried out, “Wuwuwuwu, my Lin, I never thought you’d get married this early!”

Da Yu was even more dramatic, his excitement overflowing. “Ahhh! Ahhh! I actually got to attend my CP’s wedding!”

Xiaotong grinned brightly. “Happy wedding, Linlin!”

“It’s really great that you all could come,” Qing Lin said with a smile. “Enjoy the food and have fun. Shunzi, don’t you like Ning Yian? Go say hello.”

Huang Zishun blushed furiously. “Help! I’m so nervous! I saw her ages ago. Oh my god, you have so many famous celebrities at your wedding.”

“Are you stupid? Look at who Linlin’s husband is,” Da Yu said, who wasn’t interested in celebrities. He was here merely there to ship the couple.

Just then, Shen Xuzhi walked over, holding a wine glass, and wrapped his arm around Qing Lin’s shoulder, greeting the three of them: “Hello. You must be Qing Lin’s friends. My wife is usually looked after by all of you.”

The three were instantly stunned by Shen Xuzhi’s up-close handsomeness. Xiaotong was so startled he blurted out a crude national essence before hastily offering a proper greeting.

Huang Zishun was the most composed, No, no, no. Our whole dorm relies on Linlin to survive. We’re the ones who are looked after by him.”

“My god, ShenLin Immersive!” Da Yu was practically trembling with excitement. “Wife, wife, wife—he called him wife! Oh my god!”

“Hahahaha, sorry, he’s an absolute fanatic for ShenLin Immersive and a little too excited right now,” Huang Zishun said quickly, patting Da Yu’s back before changing the subject. He lifted the invitation card. “By the way, your invitations are really beautiful.”

Shen Xuzhi smiled: “Qing Lin designed them.”

“Qing Lin! We knew you studied art in high school, but we didn’t know you were this talented! Ah, this art style is actually quite similar to Orphic’s.”

At the mention of Orphic, Qing Lin froze.

“Who’s Ou-ta?” Xiaotong asked curiously.

“You don’t know Madam Ou? He’s the big blogger who draws fan art for the ShenLin Immersive CP! I love watching the spicy fan art he draws of the couple, hahahaha,” Da Yu said.

“You don’t know Ou-ta? He’s the big blogger who draws fan art for the ShenLin Immersive CP! I love his spicy fan art of the couple, hahahaha,” Da Yu said, picking up the invitation again. As he looked closer, his eyes widened. He quickly pulled out his phone, opened Weibo, and found the recent Orphic post with a draft paper on it.

“Huh? Doesn’t the pattern on this invitation look a bit like the pattern on the draft paper under Ou-ta’s latest fan art update?”

Qing Lin’s heart stopped. SOS. It’s over. It’s over.

“Ah, it really does look similar,” Huang Zishun said, leaning in for a closer look. “For this pattern to appear on this invitation… could it be that Ou-ta is actually—”

“No!” Shen Xuzhi quickly interrupted them, then lightly coughed under their questioning gazes.

“…After Qing Lin designed the invitation, we also asked the wedding planning company to help us modify it. The Orphic you mentioned probably has a partnership with them,” Shen Xuzhi quickly provided a cover story, then turned to Qing Lin with a smile and said, “Right?”

Qing Lin quickly agreed, giving an awkward but polite smile, “Mhm, yes, yes, yes.”

“So Ou-ta’s business has gotten so big now, huh? Helping you design the invitations—does that count as successful stanning?” Da Yu said. “I’m going to share this in the group so everyone can gush over it together!”

Qing Lin froze, “Which group is that…”

“Oh, you two, the main couple, probably don’t know about it. Come, come, come, Linlin, let me tell you about it,” Da Yu said. “We CP fans create all kinds of content: webcomics, fan arts, NSFW images, fan-made video edits, fan fiction, and so on. We have a group that’s responsible for managing the CP super-topic community.”

Qing Lin and Shen Xuzhi leaned in to look at Da Yu’s phone.

Qing Lin knew there was a lot of CP content, and he had even done data analysis on the Weibo community himself, but he hadn’t expected them to have internal operations. He immediately became interested.

“I think someone of Ou-ta’s caliber would definitely boost our stats if he joined the group, but we sent him private messages, and he just ignored us,” Da Yu said, shrugging.

Shen Xuzhi looked at Da Yu’s Weibo account and was stunned for a moment, saying, “You’re ShenLin Immersive Forever?”

Da Yu blinked in surprise. “Well, yeah. Huh?! Mr. Big Star Shen, you actually noticed this account? Do couples read their own CP fan content too?”

Shen Xuzhi stammered: “Not really… I see you have a pretty important role in there.”

“Of course! I’m actually the host of the ShenLin super-topic community!” Da Yu said proudly. “It’s a shame we didn’t get Ou-ta to join us. We’re planning to ask again if he’d be willing to create artwork for our free booth at the upcoming fan convention.”

Qing Lin felt his cheeks burn—please, not Orphic again. Just remembering those explicit illustrations he’d drawn was enough to make guilt crawl up his spine.

“Hey, I recently discovered a new big creator! Wow, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone write a gong-fan fiction so immersive! I think it’s called something like Daily Records or something…”

Shen Xuzhi’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

Da Yu eagerly opened his favorites folder. “Yes, yes, yes, this is it! Linlin, should I send it to you? You have to read it—it’s exactly the kind of thing Shen Laoshi himself would write! Oh, and the author’s ID is ‘Qing Lin is my Wife,’ hahahahaha!”

Shen Xuzhi: “………”

Shen Xuzhi was completely thrown off, utterly flustered.

“He’s a rare genius! I think he’s even in the ShenLin Immersive fan group. Wait—let me invite him to join the operations team…” Da Yu started tapping on his phone, but Huang Zishun quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Hahahahahaha, sorry! He’s just a little too excited today and talking nonsense, hahahaha. You two go ahead, don’t mind him!” Huang Zishun said hastily.

Both Qing Lin and Shen Xuzhi let out a silent sigh of relief, silently thanking Huang Zishun in unison before slipping away from the scene as fast as they could.

The ocean shimmered in shades of blue, waves crashing softly against the shore—the wedding had come to a perfect close.

What followed was the newlyweds’ private time in their bridal suite. After the guests had all departed, the two returned home together.

Tonight was fated to be a night steeped in tenderness and desire.

Shen Xuzhi looked at his lover dressed in a white suit. The moment they stepped inside, he swept Qing Lin into his arms and carried him straight toward the bedroom.

Qing Lin was pressed down onto the bed. Shen Xuzhi immediately leaned in to kiss him, one hand loosening his tie while the other slipped beneath Qing Lin’s shirt, exploring downwards.

No matter where he was touched, he was always so stimulated and sensitive. Qing Lin shivered, turned his head to avoid the kiss, and said, “Wait, wait a minute…”

Shen Xuzhi’s hand, which was undoing his pants, paused. He looked up at him: “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Qing Lin panted, his ears flushed, biting his lip and saying, “I haven’t showered yet… and also, what should we do about that Orphic thing…”

Qing Lin was actually afraid that Shen Xuzhi would say he was being unromantic, discussing this on their wedding night.

But unexpectedly, Shen Xuzhi straightened up and pondered, “What are your thoughts?”

Qing Lin lay on the bed, his clothes wrinkled from being touched, but he was thinking seriously, “How about I delete that photo first, and then post less frequently for a while? I definitely think this persona can’t be maintained, so I’ll gradually fade it out and switch to a different account later.”

Shen Xuzhi said, “You don’t need to delete the photo; deleting it would be even stranger. Also, you love drawing, so there’s no need to switch accounts because of this. You just need to keep drawing according to your own ideas.”

Qing Lin nodded, hooked his toes around Shen Xuzhi’s waist, rubbed him, and said, “Actually, I’m quite curious about that Gong fan fiction writer. I looked at the stats; they’re at a genius level. What kind of person do you think it is…”

Before Qing Lin could finish, he was pulled down by his ankles by Shen Xuzhi.

Shen Xuzhi’s tongue quickly darted in, blocking Qing Lin’s words, intertwining and teasing him, making him whimper softly.

Dense kisses plundered Qing Lin’s breath. The coverings on his body gradually disappeared. Qing Lin shivered all over, quickly covered again by Shen Xuzhi’s body heat, which spread over every inch of his skin.

Shen Xuzhi held his collar in his mouth, asking in a low voice: “Aren’t you curious about what we’ll be doing tonight first?”

Qing Lin was provoked, arching his back, a large area of his skin turning red. Then he was flipped over and had his tattoo bitten, his gasps briefly unable to suppress his moans.

“Shen… Shen Laoshi…” Qing Lin pushed his head, begging him to let him off for a moment, but his wrist was instantly secured, forcing him to call out “Husband” countless times.

The bedroom was filled with the sounds of their intimacy. They probably didn’t need the air conditioning at this point, but being naked would still be a bit cold, so Shen Xuzhi didn’t completely remove their clothes. The partial covering of clothing only made things more seductive.

Shen Xuzhi’s phone was flooded with messages—countless well-wishers filling his inbox—but his Weibo notifications were especially active.

[@ShenLin Immersive Forever: @Qing Lin is my Wife, Sir, would you be interested in joining our ShenLin Immersive Weibo community management team? Your top-tier Gong fan fiction is absolutely phenomenal!]

[@ShenLin Immersive Forever: I noticed you’re quite active in the ShenLin Immersive Global Fan Club Group 7! Oh, oh, oh—I’m the group owner, by the way!]

[@Shen-Lin-Immersive Forever: I really hope you’ll reply, Sir! Thank you so much!]

On the main Weibo screen, Shen Xuzhi’s alternate account was still logged in, its ID glaringly visible—“Qing Lin is my Wife.”

The fan fiction he’d written—based entirely on their real-life experiences—had already surpassed a hundred thousand reads, and the comment section was overflowing with flower emojis and pleas for an update.

What should he do if this gets discovered?