Ji Sheng didnât go back to the dorm. After leaving Stardust Kindergarten, he got in the car with Xie Xuanming and left.
He sat in Xie Xuanmingâs funeral parlour-like black limousine and brushed past the rickety little van that wobbled out of the car parking.
Looking at the band members in the van through the two layers of glass, Ji Sheng suddenly felt a sense of taking one for a team or selling himself to bury his father.
When he arrived at the villa, this feeling became even stronger.
First of all, Ji Sheng needed to solve the bathing problem.
He had just come out of the soggy doll costume, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. In the car, Xie Xuanming had already fully demonstrated his dislike. He frowned all the way and from time to time uttered a few full-scale âtsksâ. Ji Sheng was frightened, feeling he would speak in the next second and order him to get out of the car and, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, walk to the villa(1).
âMay I use the bathroom?â Ji Sheng asked carefully. Seeing Xie Xuanmingâs eyebrows furrow again, Ji Sheng quickly added, âYou donât want a dirty person to stay in the house and get in the way, do you?â
Xie Xuanming paused and reluctantly said, âUse the guest bathroom.â
The bath was arranged; now there was a problem with the clothes.
Ji Sheng came empty-handed and didnât even bring a charger, let alone a change of clothes. Although the clothes were included in the purchase list, it was a pity that the things hadnât been delivered yet.
The fire of hope still existed in Ji Shengâs heart: âWhen I lived here before, I should have left a few piecesâ¦â
âThrown away.â Xie Xuanming extinguished the tiny fire mercilessly.
Ji Sheng: ââ¦Then, can you be so kind and lend me something?â
Xie Xuanming said, âNo.â
Ji Shengâs smile gradually became gentle: âThen I will run naked?â
In the end, Xie Xuanming reluctantly opened the door of the cloakroom, chose inside for a long time, selected a few unwanted items and handed them to Ji Sheng: âYou wear this.â
Ji Sheng glanced at the neat rows of black, white and grey loose T-shirts, tea brown and blue striped casual pants, and pulled down the corner of his mouth. He really didnât quite understand what Xie Xuanming was hesitating about just now.
Xie Xuanmingâs dressing style was widely criticised. On the one hand, he was a darling of the big brands, even though no matter what kind of âfashionâ items were put on him, they would be drowned by his own aura of abstinence and madness without making a splash.
At the same time, Xie Xuanming was extremely perfunctory about the so-called âfashionâ. Except on red carpets and other essential occasions when he would wear high luxury items to show his face in front of the camera, repeatedly emphasising the brand, at other times, Xie Xuanming was always seen by paparazzi or passers-by in uninteresting, cool-toned sporty pieces.
Although Xie Xuanmingâs own body condition was enough to turn an emotionless old manâs black shirt into a hormonally charged ascetic new fashion, however, his overly straight style of dressing still left a serious stereotype impression on passers-by, causing many melon-eating netizens to express surprise when reporters revealed his ambiguous photos with Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng took the clothes from Xie Xuanmingâs hand, thanked him and quietly added the last knife: âThank you, Senior, you havenât given me underwear yet.â
Xie Xuanmingâs expression visibly darkened.
He closed the cloakroom door: âYou canât wear mine.â Glancing down, he added contemptuously: âThe size is wrong.â
Ji Sheng: ⦠â¦
Even if it wasnât his own body, he still clenched his fists.
And youâre a silvery spear point made of pewter, impressive-looking but useless.
Glancing at Xie Xuanmingâs muscular forearms and reminding himself that this was a violent madman who could knock out peopleâs teeth at the drop of a hat, Ji Sheng tried to swallow his vicious retort.
He smiled softly: âIf you donât mind me wearing your pants naked, of course I can go commando.â
Two minutes later, Ji Sheng contentedly exited the cloakroom with disposable underwear in hand.
The cloakroom was located inside the master bedroom, and once outside, Ji Sheng again saw the sofa that was extremely inconsistent with the decor. Its narrow size made it look particularly shabby and pitiful compared to the large, wide bed beside it.
At the thought of his night of discomfort and sleeplessness, Ji Shengâs waist began to ache faintly. With a sigh, he turned and asked, âSenior, maybe in the future, I can make my bed on the floor?â
Xie Xuanming was in a bad mood: âNo.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I said no.â
A blue vein throbbed on Ji Shengâs forehead: âEmperor Xie, people need to sleep.â
Xie Xuanming walked out of the room without looking back: âPeople can fall asleep while lying on the sofa.â
Ji Sheng was left in place, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
He recalled that in his previous life, when the sexual harassment controversy broke out, he was receiving private messages from Xie Xuanmingâs fans cursing him, saying that he was shameless, occupying the perfect lover but still looking for someone else, simply not respecting his husbandâs honour.
Ji Sheng was puzzled at the moment as to why anyone would call Xie Xuanming the perfect lover.
The gold master who doesnât even allow his lover to make his bed on the floor is destined to be the mean husband whose prenuptial agreement will be planned as clearly as the Chu-Han divide(2).
Ji Sheng went downstairs and walked into the guest bathroom, complaining while taking off his clothes.
Xie Xuanming really deserved to miss his white moonlight, with his terrible personality. Had he been that white moonlight, he might have shouted a few blessings and run away now.
After Ji Sheng took a shower, he went out to the living room in clothes that were two sizes too large and found that the items on the list had been delivered.
Xie Xuanming sat on the sofa and read his schedule, permitting him to check for any omissions without even looking up.
Ji Sheng pulled out a chair and sat down, opening the shopping bag.
He double-checked and found that there was really something that hadnât been bought.
âThe list is not complete.â Ji Sheng raised the list, pointing his finger at a certain line. âThese two are missing.â
âI asked to remove them.â Xie Xuanming said coldly, âWhat do you buy lubricant and family planning supplies for? Donât bring dirty things to my house.â
Ji Sheng held up the list, thinking: Iâm still afraid that you will suddenly go crazy one day, so I take precautions to avoid heavy losses.
Xie Xuanming looked up, saw his weird expression and sneered with an unclear meaning: âI am not interested in you, so donât get any filthy thoughts about me.â
The gold master warns his lover, do not have any designs on me.
The perverted murderer says, donât fucking touch me or Iâll call the police.
Ji Sheng could not tell for a moment which was more confusing, nor could he ask, why were you touching my butt and leaving teeth marks on my neck if you were not interested in me.
He could only smirk and say, donât worry.
I am definitely not fucking interested in you.
Although Xie Xuanming had an eccentric personality, he was barely qualified as a gold master, and making Ji Sheng sleep on the sofa was not for nothing.
After Ji Sheng suffered from backache for several days, he received his next job.
But this was a very poor resource, full of ridicule and contempt as if saying âyou are only worthy of doing this kind of thing.â
âLive broadcast?â Lu Haoren was shocked.
âCarrying adult products.â Huang Sizheâs face was as black as a pot, âHave you been brainwashed by that dragon fruit to take on such a lousy job?â
As soon as Ji Sheng wanted to ask who the dragon fruit was, the company boss slapped the table and violently interfered with his curiosity.
âItâs good to have work to do!â The boss shook the itinerary, âDonât you need money to feed yourself? If you donât make some extra money this month, youâll all have to pack your bags and get out.â
The three of them were kicked out by the mad boss, looking at each other and feeling a little helpless.
âIs it really a job?â Huang Sizhe was still raising a stink, âWe are obviously here to be a band, but we are working on garbage.â
Lu Haoren sighed: âThe live broadcast is actually okay, but I heard that the anchor that is working with it⦠is difficult to describe.â
It was rare for the lead singer, who usually exuded motherly love, to make negative comments on people. Ji Sheng was curious: âWhatâs wrong with that anchor, not good at business?â
His question was perfectly answered in the live broadcast the next day.
The anchor was not lacking business ability.
He had no brains at all, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he exploded in a large-scale thunderclap.
If you have no filter on your mouth, no wonder you are relegated to the midnight slot with adult toys.
As soon as the God of Thunder anchor saw Ji Sheng, he shook his hand with tears in his eyes and said sincerely: âBaby, you look so similar to my ex-husband. Itâs a pity that he passed away young and made me a widow early.â
Ji Sheng shuddered as if electrocuted, glanced at the camera of the live broadcast room that had already started operating and squeezed out a stiff smile: âYour ex-husbandâ¦â
âHarassed teammates, cheated while in a relationship, and finally died of drunk driving! A model of scum!â The anchor ruthlessly destroyed the last bit of hope in Ji Shengâs heart. Demonstrating how angry he was, the anchor slapped the table and knocked down an adult toy standing on it, âIn fact, his bad personality was okay, he was an idol, after all. The most unacceptable thing for me is that he actually demolished my cp. Deserves to die!â
Ji Sheng watched as the spherical rubber object bounced twice, vibrated at an alarming rate, jolted to the edge of the table, landed on the floor with a plop and stopped moving.
For a while Ji Sheng didnât know whether it was him or the little adult toy that deserved to die in the anchorâs opinion.
The live broadcast was plunged into cold silence; Lu Haoren tried to speak in order to save the embarrassing situation: âIâll take the liberty to ask, what do you mean by cp? â
âShengshi Shengping la.â The anchor waved his hand, âYes, thatâs right, itâs the pairing of the sexual harasser and the victim, and this cp is all dead.â
Outside the live broadcast room, the people watching from the brand side were so anxious that they held up a large whiteboard with three exclamation points, urging them to change the topic quickly and not to turn promotion into a funeral.
The anchor reluctantly changed the subject: âCome on, our guests today are the members of the Niepan band. Please introduce yourself.â
âHello everyone, Iâm Ji Shengâ¦â Ji Sheng was still recovering from his social death and almost made a fatal slip of the tongue. He broke into a cold sweat, glanced at the dark camera and braced himself to continue despite the pain, â⦠Senior Ji Sheng and Senior Xie Xuanming cpâs fan, so, the same as the anchorâs cp, my cp is also dead, yes.â
Behind him, Lu Haoren and Huang Sizhe were petrified. They looked at Ji Sheng in confusion as if they had been struck by lightning, with their faces full of âWhat are you smoking?â
Meeting a fan of an enemy cp, even though it was a dead cp, the anchor was still very unhappy. He smiled perfunctorily: âOh, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â Turning the microphone to Lu Haoren, he used his magical brain circuit to once again bring the topic into the ditch, âWhat about you, Shengshi Shengping or Xiefang Jifang (Xie Xuanming Ji Sheng cp name), which one do you like?â
Lu Haoren really couldnât understand why a live broadcast with sex products was now talking about a certain celebrity who had passed away and his cps.
He only knew that the other two celebrities mentioned in the topic, Xie Xuanming and Sheng Kongzhi, were the current top stars, while they were irrelevant things who would be raised by their parents for nothing and scolded by fans to their ancestorsâ graves if they said a wrong word.
So Lu Haoren took the microphone in a panic and stammered:
âAh, I like Teacher Xie Xuanmingâs movies, and I often listen to Teacher Sheng Kongzhiâs songs. Ji Sheng⦠Senior Ji Sheng, I⦠I, in short, I respect these three seniors very much and I canât tell whatâs better⦠If you insist on talking about cp⦠I am not⦠uh, a qualified⦠typical cp fan.â
He was talking gibberish, and Huang Sizhe couldnât bear it anymore. He stepped in coldly, bringing the farce to a thunderous end.
âOh, you are an atypical 3p fan.â
1. Metaphor orginiating from âJourney to the Westâ, meaning to show your unique talent
2. The Chu-Han War (206-202 BC), resulted in dividing the country into two parts.