Chapter 86 The Slacker Duo
The livestream comments were rolling in:
“Julia’s such a good–looking and capable girl. Seriously impressive.”
“She’s so kind. My heart is melting
“Julia’s going all out–I love her energy.”
“Keep it up, sweetheart. I’m rooting for you!”
“Julia is just too adorable!”
Most of the other contestants had already taken off running, leaving only Jean and Easton standing still at the starting point.
“Why aren’t you running?” Easton looked down at Jean, his eyes curving into a half–smile.
Jean blinked her big, innocent eyes and shot right back, “You’re not running either.”
Finished
Easton chuckled out loud. In the sunlight, his handsome face seemed to glow. “I’m waiting for you. You don’t look like you’re planning to charge ahead. If you had, I’d have followed.”
Jean pouted slightly–just barely noticeable.
Oh great, now it’s my fault? Why should I kill myself sprinting? I’m here to vibe, not compete. Let me be a chill little slacker fish.
Easton raised a brow, his grin bright and carefree, like a bouquet of flowers blooming in the sun. “If we don’t hustle, we might be crashing in the doghouse tonight.”
He said it so casually, like it didn’t matter in the slightest. “Not a lot of options left for us.”
Jean looked up at him and said sweetly, “I don’t mind. Do you, Easton?”
He stared at her for a beat, then let out a low laugh. “Of course I don’t.”
Jean gave him a slow, subtle smile. “There we go. You don’t mind, I don’t mind. We’ll take our time. No need to fight, no need to stress.”
Easton looked at his little sister without saying anything. This kid really could talk up slacking like it was philosophy.
But fine–he’d let her be. Right now, the livestream comments were exploding:
“So this is what slacking looks like, huh?”
“High EQ: No need to rush. Low EQ: I’m slacking off.”
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“Jean and Easton really are off–script in the best way.”
“If they don’t care about where they sleep, no point in killing themselves. Let ‘em vibe!
“They’re killing me with the cuteness!”
“Gotta love people who don’t follow the herd.”
“Not gonna lie, kinda hoping Easton ends up in the doghouse. Am I evil?”
Finished
Easton traveled light–just a small, sleek suitcase. Jean, on the other hand, brought way more than
he did.
He calmly stood with his luggage, watching her expectantly.
But Jean didn’t move.
She tilted her head up and stared at her brother with sparkling puppy–dog eyes.
The look said it all: Come on, help me with my bags.
Easton stared back at her. And in that moment, he realized-
She looked just like a little puppy begging for a treat. Cute. Pathetic. Adorably manipulative.
Now, Easton was not the kind of guy who helped people out just to look good.
Even with people watching, even on camera, his image was never about being the nice guy.
He was free–spirited. Unapologetic.
Still, as he looked into those round eyes, he stood there in silence for a few seconds-
And then reached out and grabbed her luggage without a word.
Jean’s eyes widened with joy. Nice! The guy’s not hopeless after all. Knew he’d get the hint. I mean, I can’t just ask him directly. His fans would chew me alive.
Easton scoffed internally.
At least she knows she’d get dragged if she asked out loud.
Not that he really minded. Honestly, he could’ve ignored her, brushed it off
But hey he was in a good mood. Might as well act like a doting brother for a bit.
The comment section was going nuts again:
These two are seriously adorable!”
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“Cutest interaction of the day, hands down.”
“A brother helping his sister with her bags. I’m crying”
“You two don’t need to win. Just keep doing this and we’re happy.”
“Take it slow, darlings. Don’t burn yourselves out!”
And just like that, Jean and Easton became the internet’s favorite chill duo.
They strolled leisurely along a cobblestone path lined with a rustic countryside vibe.
Finished
Jean looked like a tourist, not a contestant–no bags, just wide eyes soaking everything in.
Easton carried both of their bags without breaking a sweat. It really wasn’t that heavy for him.
They weren’t in a hurry. While everyone else was sprinting like their lives depended on it, the two of them looked like retirees out for a morning walk.
Then, Jean spotted a small roadside convenience store. The kind with creaky signs and an ancient freezer stocked full of brightly colored popsicles.
Easton caught the look in her eyes.
“You want one?” he asked in a soft tone.
Jean turned away, scratched the back of her head, and peeked up at him with those sugary. hopeful eyes.
Before the show started, the crew had taken everyone’s wallets and phones. Between them, they only had the $30 cash allowance the production team handed out.
Everything had to be budgeted, or they’d be out of luck real quick.
But god, Jean really wanted that popsicle.
She wasn’t sure if Easton would be willing to spend money on it. All she could do was hit him. with her best pleading look and hope for the best.
“Then buy it,” Easton said with a little smirk. “Get as many as you want.”
Jean blinked in surprise. “You sure? We only have thirty bucks, you know…”
Easton shrugged, all calm confidence. “I know. But hey–live in the moment. We’ll figure it out
later.”
“What, you gonna go work on a farm for cash?” Jean asked, half–joking.
Easton laughed, sunlight catching in his eyes. “Not the worst idea. I’ll work the fields, you go sell vegetables. We’ll make ends meet together.”
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“I can’t! Easton’s actually hilarious.
“Why are they funnier than actual comedians??”
“My heart can’t take this cuteness.”
“Jean and Easton are the best thing to happen to this show.”
“Easton, buy her all the popsicles. You two can earn it back!”
