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The ear next to the sound is almost on fire.

Song Jianchu closed his eyes.

He held his phone and turned his head slowly.

He met a pair of gentle smoke-gray eyes.

After two seconds of silence, Song Jianchu calmly said, “Oh…okay.”

Then he calmly turned his head back.

Looking down, he saw the expression pack chosen by Mu Ye.

His face was covered with two rows of girly pink slashes.

“?”

His ear was also red with steam effects.

“? ?”

There were also small and big sounds around – “thump”, “thump thump”, “thump”.

“? ? ?”

The subtitle below reads: “Go, Song Xiaochu!”

“.”

…God damn it, Song Xiaochu.

It doesn’t look like he’s playing with his phone. If you didn’t know, you’d think he was looking at a pornographic website in public.

The person who made this picture is definitely a pervert!

Song Jianchu’s face was hot, and his eyes became dark again. He silently wrote down the blogger’s account name.

His hand movements were very skillful.

Like an emotionless picture-stealing robot, he moved his fingers without expression and forwarded the picture to the WeChat account [MY].

Then he seamlessly switched back to Weibo and reported the blogger for posting pornographic content.

After completing these actions, Song Jianchu naturally put away his phone and sat up, looking up at the awards presenter on stage, a famous comedian who kept cracking jokes that made the audience burst into laughter.

Mu Ye saved the expression pack and turned his head to look at the person next to him.

The boy calmly crossed his arms and had a serious expression, as if he wasn’t attending a celebrity night, but a college entrance exam mobilization meeting.

Mu Ye suppressed a smile and also put away his phone, looking ahead.

Not long after, the person next to him suddenly put on sunglasses and quietly left the seat.

Pei Shinian finally relaxed after holding on for so long, and asked suspiciously, “Brother, is this kid really your fan? He’s sitting next to you and playing on his phone the whole time, and did he really take away your debut guitar?”

Two years ago, Mu Ye auctioned off the guitar he had used on his debut stage at a charity auction, and a sixteen-year-old child, accompanied by a guardian, bid tens of millions of yuan to take it away.

At that time, Song Jianchu had not yet opened a Weibo account. After he became popular, someone found out that the first person he followed on Weibo was Mu Ye, and netizens dug up this piece of history of him being a loyal fan of Mu Ye.

Later, some sharp-eyed netizens went to look at photos from MuYe’s concerts and unsurprisingly found that there were figures resembling Song Jianchu’s in almost every front row.

Through a series of clues, netizens finally confirmed that the Demon King’s younger brother was indeed a loyal fan of Mu Ye.

Bai Xingyu yawned and said, “Maybe he just likes guitars and is from a wealthy family who collects things. Once someone becomes famous, even their slightest movements can be magnified, but I don’t think it’s anything serious.”

Even Lu Shen, who had been silent all along, responded with a faint “Mm.”

Mu Ye didn’t say anything, quietly watching the figure leave from the side door of the event venue.

Earlier, his volume was very low, and their conversation was drowned out by the sound of the movie, and no one heard it.

“He’s trending again, this kid’s topic is hotter than mine,” Pei Shinian held his phone and leaned over to Mu Ye, laughing, “Brother, look, the emojis that netizens made for you guys are pretty interesting. I saved a few, do you want me to send them to you on WeChat…”

Mu Ye suddenly stood up.

Pei Shinian looked up, “Brother, where are you going?”

“The restroom.”

Pei Shinian stiffly moved his neck and stood up to follow, “Well, I’m sitting uncomfortably anyway. Brother, I’ll go with you…”

His older brother pressed down on his shoulder.

“Be more independent, learn to grow up.”

Pei Shinian: “……”

Pei Shinian: “.”

Seeing that Song Jianchu had come out, the staff thought he was still feeling airsick and immediately arranged for him to the VIP lounge.

“You can rest here. When the list of annual popular personalities is announced later, I’ll come and get you.”

“Okay, thank you.” Song Jianchu sat on the sofa and took a sip of the prepared hot tea.

The staff congratulated him in advance, “Although it hasn’t been formally announced yet, based on the previous data statistics, it has been confirmed that you are the most talked about internet celebrity on Weibo this year. Congratulations in advance!”

Song Jianchu didn’t show much surprise and leaned against the back of the sofa, closing his eyes tiredly, “Thank you.”

“Then I won’t disturb your rest.”

The staff took another look at the sleeping figure of the young man before gently closing the door.

The surroundings finally quieted down.

The humidifier dripped soothing essential oils, and the sleepiness that had been held back surged.

Unable to resist the drowsiness, Song Jianchu slept for five minutes before opening his eyes again.

He took out his phone.

Opened WeChat.

The previously blank chat box was now filled with a picture that no one wanted to see.

Song Jianchu sat up and propped his arm on his leg, his fingers running through his messy hair as he looked frustrated and conflicted.

Suddenly, the door lock clicked and someone pushed the door open.

A staff member stopped them in time and said, “Excuse me, sir, this is the VIP lounge. The guest lounge is over there.”

“Song Jianchu?” the person asked.

“How coincidental, I was just looking for you,” Song Jianchu replied calmly, putting away his phone and looking up lazily.

The male internet celebrity with hair gel in his hair refused to leave and said to the staff member, “It’s okay, I’m his friend. We can use one room.”

The staff member hesitated and looked at Song Jianchu.

“I don’t know him,” Song Jianchu said.

The male internet celebrity was speechless.

“Don’t be silly, I’m Yang Tong,” he said, laughing.

His speech was too fast and he had a bit of a lisp.

Song Jianchu looked confused. “Alpaca? (Yáng tuó)”

The staff member couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yang, Tong,” Yang Tong repeated through gritted teeth, suppressing his anger. “We were classmates in middle school. We were in the same class before you skipped a grade. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh…” Song Jianchu had a vague memory.

The short kid who used to sit in the front row.

Song Jianchu crossed his legs and hugged his arms, looking a little surprised but not really interested. “You’ve grown so tall.”

“…,” Yang Tong said.

It was a compliment, but why did it sound like an insult?

Seeing that the two of them really knew each other, the staff member closed the door.

Yang Tong straightened his tie and walked over, hands in his pockets as he looked at the person on the couch. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Do you have something to say?” Song Jianchu asked.

Ignoring Song Jianchu’s indifference, Yang Tong began to reminisce about the past and said, “It’s been so many years since we’ve seen each other. I remember you couldn’t even afford to eat in the school cafeteria. We all thought your family was dirt poor. But now you’re the richest person on Weibo. You’re really inspiring, man.”

Song Jianchu didn’t bother to reply and simply closed his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to become an internet celebrity too. I’m an internet celebrity now too, doing live streaming and selling products, with several million followers. I even @ mentioned you before, but you didn’t reply, maybe you didn’t see it,” Yang Tong sighed and said, “You’re so famous now, it’s really hard to meet you.”

Song Jianchu lowered his head slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a pause, Yang Tong said, “I know you probably still mind what happened in the past, so I came today to apologize.”

“It was wrong of me to follow the crowd and exclude you back then.” Yang Tong scratched his head in shame, “You know what our school was like, everyone was superficial and only played with those who had money. At that time, you couldn’t even afford a meal and had to use the same pen with different refills until graduation. Who would have thought you were the young master of the SUK Group…”

“Oh, and when SUK went bankrupt recently, I was really worried about you. Thankfully, you weren’t affected.”

Song Jianchu frowned.

“We made mistakes when we were young, it’s been so many years, you don’t have to hold a grudge against me.” Yang Tong laughed, “Besides, you’ve never suffered because of your temper. You even called me a dumbass several times back then, so we’re even.”

After a long introduction, Yang Tong cleared his throat and got to the point, “How about we add each other on WeChat? You can come to my live streaming room when you have free time…”

“So?”

Possibly due to being disturbed and having a headache, the person on the sofa finally opened his eyes.

The boy’s eyes were a light brownish-golden color.

Song Jianchu propped his head on the back of the sofa and looked at him indifferently, “Have you changed now?”

Yang Tong was stunned.

He was the one standing, not short in stature, yet he inexplicably felt as though he was being looked down upon.

Song Jianchu smiled faintly, “If I were still the poor guy from before, would you come to apologize to me?”

“You make it sound like that,” Yang Tong laughed awkwardly, “We’re old classmates, I didn’t mean anything else, just wanted to catch up with you.”

Song Jianchu coldly dismissed him, “I’m not in a position to entertain guests, so please leave after you’ve finished talking.”

“Okay.” Yang Tong forced a smile, “You don’t look too good, take care of yourself. My Weibo name is ‘Yang Tong is not a camel,’ (Yáng tóng bùshì tuó) follow me when you have time and we can talk another day.”

Afraid of offending his senior colleague again, Yang quickly walked out.

Just as he was about to open the door, it was lightly knocked twice from the outside.

A staff member outside said, “Mr. Song, there’s a visitor.”

Song was already impatient with his drowsiness, and the heavy low pressure filled the room. He was about to refuse with a deep voice, “No…”

“It’s Mr. Mu Ye.”

“Please come in.”

Yang Tong was stunned.

The staff member opened the door from the outside.

When he saw the big star outside, Yang Tong was excited.

He never expected that when he came to see an old classmate, he would be able to get a close look at the king of the music world.

He quickly extended his hand respectfully and said, “I’ve long admired you, Mr. Mu Ye. I’m your fan!”

“Hello.”

Mu Ye seemed to not notice his hand and shifted his gaze towards the person on the sofa, politely asking, “Am I disturbing?”

Yang Tong awkwardly withdrew his hand and, like a family member, enthusiastically helped receive him, “No, not at all. I’m his classmate. We’ve already caught up. You two chat away.”

“Congratulations!” Yang Tong turned his head and sincerely congratulated him. “Back then, you used to listen to Mu Ye’s songs every day while doing problems. There was a period of time when your earphones broke, and the teacher even bought you a new pair out of their own pocket so you could study better. Persistence pays off, and congratulations on finally becoming a fan!”

“I knew you could do it!”

Song Jianchu’s eyelids twitched, and he clenched his fists.

Why didn’t he kick this idiot out earlier???

The door closed.

The headache-inducing noise finally subsided.

Song Jianchu leaned back against the sofa and wearily closed his eyes.

He didn’t hear any footsteps, but a low, calm voice sounded nearby.

“Not feeling well?”

Song Jianchu immediately opened his eyes and sat up straight, “No.”

He turned his head and looked at the person sitting on the single sofa next to him.

Behind the sofa was a floor-to-ceiling window, which offered an unobstructed view of the city lights, adding a soft glow to the man’s silhouette.

The similar background brought back clear memories of that night.

Embarrassing emotions flooded back as well.

Song Jianchu pursed his lips.

Mu Ye gently confirmed again, “Will it disturb your rest?”

Song Jianchu shook his head, “No.”

Mu Ye smiled and said, “I want to talk to you about something, won’t take too long.”

As if a primary school student was being talked to by their homeroom teacher, Song Jianchu’s attitude was very proper.

Even if Mu Ye didn’t come to find him, he planned to apologize on his own after the event ended.

“Okay.” He mentally prepared himself, “What do you want to talk about?”

Mu Ye didn’t say anything, looked at his face for two seconds, and suddenly looked away and smiled.

Song Jianchu relaxed a bit and looked a bit dumbfounded, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Ye looked at him again, “Why are you so afraid of me? Do I look very fierce in person?”

Song Jianchu was stunned.

Before he could deny it, Mu Ye said, “But you still want to date me, don’t you?”

Song Jianchu’s expression froze.

Mu Ye slowly narrowed his eyes, “One billion a day?”

Song Jianchu looked away.

Mu Ye lazily raised his long legs and observed the interesting reaction of his little fan.

Suddenly, he became interested.

“Speaking of which,” Mu Ye restrained his laughter and deliberately lowered his tone, “If I didn’t come to find you, how would you have handled this?”

Closing his eyes, Song Jianchu obediently lowered his head, “I’m sorry, it was my fault.”

Mu Ye made a low “Hmm” sound.

“Young and getting drunk,” Mu Ye’s expression was indifferent as he asked, “Who did you drink with? The person who picked you up?”

“Yeah.”

“Were you uncomfortable the next day?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Will you continue to drink that much in the future?”

“I won’t drink anymore,” said Song Jianchu.

Mu Ye nodded in satisfaction.

Song Jianchu humbly looked at the pattern on the carpet, waiting for the criticism that would surely follow.

Mu Ye looked at the soft hair on the top of the young man’s head and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. His tone softened as he asked, “Why didn’t you contact me after we added each other on WeChat?”

After a moment’s confusion, Song Jianchu lifted his head, “Huh?”

Was he being asked why he hadn’t apologized to Mu Ye?

Mu Ye propped his face up with a few fingers.

Once he became lazy, even a plain white shirt couldn’t hide the bewitching aura emanating from his body.

“I haven’t had much inspiration lately in my main job, so I was thinking of finding a part-time job that pays well,” Mu Ye said casually. “Since you haven’t come to see me, I had to come and remind you.”

“???”

The man’s eyes were hazy and pale, but his lips were very rosy.

When he smiled gently, there was a hint of seduction in his expression.

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