Chapter 11. I'm not familiar with Teacher Jing, so there's nothing good about it...

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. The others, though surprised, quickly recovered and stood up to greet him: "Teacher Jing, welcome, welcome!"

Jing Yitong greeted them: "Hello everyone."

Fang Xingu sat there, stunned, staring at Jing Yitong in disbelief.

In that instant, Fang Xin's brain buzzed, and all he could see in his vision was Jing Yitong's ever-approaching figure, which gradually overlapped with the scenes from his memories of Jing Yitong walking towards him countless times since childhood.

It was like a dream, so unreal.

Fang Xingu closed his eyes tightly, wishing that everything he was seeing was just a dream. Unfortunately, reality is reality, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him was destined to remain unchanged.

Why is Jing Yitong here?

Didn't he say that actors should keep their distance from the audience, so he wouldn't appear on variety shows unless it was for a drama promotion? Then why did he quietly become a regular guest on "The World Is So Big"?

Fang Xingu was momentarily at a loss for what to do or react. He simply sat blankly in his chair, watching Jing Yitong and the other people exchange pleasantries without moving.

Jing Yitong turned his gaze to Fang Xingu, who was sitting in the corner, but as soon as Fang Xingu met his eyes, he looked away and turned his head away stiffly.

Jing Yitong noticed Fang Xingu's subtle movements and pursed his lips slightly: Is he avoiding me?

If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain. Jing Yitong took the initiative and walked up to Fang Xingu, who was sitting upright, and extended his hand, deliberately saying, "Hello, Teacher Fang."

"Teacher Fang," what a novel title.

It's common for people in the industry to call each other "teacher," but this was the first time Fang Xingu had heard Jing Yitong call him that. He felt a strange sense of incongruity and almost burst out laughing.

But remembering that they were still recording, Fang Xin glanced at the camera pointing at him, immediately controlled his expression, deliberately put on a stern face to hide the corners of his mouth that he could barely suppress, and gave Jing Yitong's hand a perfunctory shake: "Oh, hello."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jing Yitong squeezed Fang Xingu's hand hard, and, taking advantage of the fact that his back was to the camera and everyone else, winked at Fang Xingu very arrogantly.

Fang Xin Gu: ...

Fang Xin gritted his teeth and suppressed a laugh; his facial nerves were almost twitching, but he dared not show it at all.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat had already exploded:

"Damn, the last permanent resident is Jing Yitong?"

"The production team has really got this going. If I remember correctly, this should be Jing Yitong's first time as a regular cast member on a variety show."

"The production team, you've done too much good! Our fans are going crazy!"

"Just what kind of talent does this production team have? They have Fang Xin Gu and Jing Yi Tong involved."

“I understand the logic, but why is FXG sitting there without moving? He didn’t even stand up when Jing Yitong shook his hand. Jing Yitong is a senior, after all. How rude of him…”

"Hilarious, isn't fxg always been this arrogant?"

"When the other five members of Guna came in, FXG stood up to greet them [smile]"

"Does Gu Si mean this is Jing Yitong's problem?"

“Jing Yitong is definitely suspicious. When the two of them shook hands just now, Jing Yitong’s metacarpal bones were protruding. It’s obvious that he suddenly squeezed Fang Xingu’s hand tightly. What was he trying to do?”

"Some people mean that Fang Xingu is polite to a few unknown celebrities, but he becomes hostile towards Jing Yitong. What's the logic behind that? What is Fang Xingu trying to gain by doing that?"

"Don't you understand this? When fxg saw Jing Yitong, who is more famous than him, he knew he couldn't be the center of the show, so he couldn't control his temper and got angry."

"To be honest, fxg was probably tricked by the production team. The production team kept Jing Yitong's identity so secret in the early stages, probably because they were afraid that fxg would run away after finding out. That would be hilarious."

"Isn't Xin Gu an idol? Can't you pay attention to your facial expressions? [laughing and crying emoji] Your face suddenly turned dark."

"Someone's arguing, someone's on oxygen [crazy] Who knows how excited dual fans are right now?!"

"Don't get excited, it seems like your two shoulders are enemies."

"What?! There's male homophobia?! Where is it?!"

The comments section was noisy, but in the recording studio, Jing Yitong, at least mindful of the cameras, didn't do anything too outrageous. He quickly let go of Fang Xingu's hand, turned around, and said, "Sorry I'm late."

Apart from Fang Xin, no one noticed anything amiss with Jing Yitong. Meng Hui smiled and replied, "It's not too late. We've just all gathered together. Everyone, please don't stand, please sit down."

Luo Da looked at Jing Yitong curiously: "Yitong, you really know how to keep this a secret. I saw you a while ago and you didn't mention this at all."

Jing Yitong: "Isn't this to give everyone a surprise?"

Fang Xingu wondered where the surprise came from; to him, it was clearly a shock.

Who would have thought that the variety show he carefully selected would end up featuring someone he didn't want to see at all? He wasn't prepared to see Jing Yitong again.

If I had known Jing Yitong would come, I would never have come to this show, no matter if he was going to Antarctica or not.

But there's no going back in life, and besides, he's already sitting in the airport, so he can't just run away.

So during the second half of the live broadcast, Fang Xingu, whose mind was in complete turmoil, became even more silent. He hardly said another word unless someone mentioned him.

Fortunately, Fang Xingu was a man of few words, and most people did not notice anything unusual. However, some people were keenly aware that Fang Xingu was in a bad mood, as if he was at odds with Jing Yitong.

The live broadcast ended, and the production team was about to board the plane, so the live broadcast room was temporarily closed.

Having finally found some free time, Fang Xin picked up his luggage in one hand and his phone in the other. In a corner where no one was watching, he opened his phone, found the chat interface with Jing Yitong, and typed a "?" with a lot of doubt.

Jing Yitong hadn't noticed the message on his phone until Fang Xingu, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around, passed through the crowd, and winked at him. Jing Yitong understood immediately and unlocked his phone, where he saw a question mark that Fang Xingu had sent him.

Jing Yitong smiled. He clearly guessed what Fang Xingu meant, but he still deliberately replied with a "?".

Fang Xingu stared at the question mark, thinking that Xu Subo was right back then; Jing Yitong was indeed quite good at pretending.

He got straight to the point: What brings you here?

Jing Yitong looked up at Fang Xingu, who was walking ahead and typing away, and found it a little funny. He replied: So domineering, not letting me come.

Fang Xingu replied thoughtfully: Of course not, but why didn't you tell me you were coming?

Jing Yitong shifted the blame to the production team: "The director asked us to keep it a secret, so I can't say."

Fang Xin Gu: You're even keeping this from us?

Generally speaking, even if a production team wants to keep something a secret, they will only keep it a secret from the audience, not from other guests. So why did "The World Is So Big" keep Jing Yitong so well covered up this time? What benefits does this bring to the production team?

Jing Yitong quickly replied: "I'm just afraid that if you knew I was coming, you would run away and not come."

Fang Xingu was taken aback. Yes, if he had known in advance that Jing Yitong would be coming, he would have preferred to break the contract and withdraw from the recording... But how did Jing Yitong know? After all, Jing Yitong knew nothing, so how could he know that he was avoiding him?

Before Fang Xingu could figure it out, Jing Yitong sent him a smug emoji of Doraemon with his arms crossed. Fang Xingu then realized that Jing Yitong was probably just joking with him and didn't really think "it's either him or me," but he had accidentally touched on his secret.

Fang Xingu, feeling annoyed, turned off his phone, not wanting to chat with Jing Yitong, this person who always talked nonsense, anymore.

The flight time for the first leg of the route is about eleven hours. After receiving Fang Xin's massive influx of traffic, the "World Is So Big" program team became quite wealthy and generously bought first-class seats for the regular guests.

There are eight first-class seats on the plane: three single seats on each side by the window, and two side-by-side seats in the middle.

Fang Xin glanced at his plane ticket and realized that, by sheer coincidence, he was seated in the middle. Fortunately, he wasn't picky and settled down after finding his seat.

However, not everyone is completely undemanding about their seats. Li Wenyu was sitting in the middle with Fang Xin Gu. She looked at her spot, which was neither side of the window, and then at the other six window seats, her face full of envy.

Normally, the first-class cabin is almost always full, but today, because of the arrival of the "The World Is So Big" program crew, there wasn't a single empty seat in the first class cabin. Li Wenyu had to find someone to switch seats with if she wanted to sit by the window.

But she was too embarrassed to speak up. Although she was outgoing, she wasn't familiar with anyone at the table. The only person she was somewhat familiar with was Fang Xin Gu, who was sitting next to her in the middle.

Li Wenyu looked around, still preparing to give up, but Jing Yitong suddenly called out to her, "Wenyu, can I switch seats with you?"

Li Wenyu was stunned: "Huh?" There are actually people who don't want to sit by the window, but instead want to sit in the middle next to others?

Jing Yitong explained, "Sitting in the middle is a bit more stable than sitting on the sides. If you don't mind, I'd like to switch seats with you."

Li Wenyu's eyes immediately lit up. She couldn't believe such a wonderful thing could happen! She nodded vigorously, "Then, Brother Jing, you sit here, I'll sit with you!"

After saying that, she walked away quickly, as if afraid that Jing Yitong would change his mind.

Jing Yitong smiled and placed his things on Li Wenyu's original seat, immediately feeling a strong gaze upon him.

He lowered his head slightly and saw Fang Xingu staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Their eyes met, and Fang Xingu silently mouthed: You did this on purpose?

Jing Yitong raised an eyebrow: It's obvious?

Fang Xin glanced at Li Wenyu, somewhat speechless, thinking to himself, "You can only fool that silly girl."

Jing Yitong sat down next to Fang Xingu. Fortunately, the partition between the two seats was high and thick enough that Fang Xingu could barely feel the other person's presence after sitting down. Fang Xingu breathed a sigh of relief and tried to comfort herself that it was okay and that she should just pretend that Jing Yitong did not exist.

The plane took off and slowly ascended to an altitude of 10,000 meters, flying smoothly. The privacy of this flight was quite good. Each seat in the first class had a side door. As long as you closed the door, you could easily isolate yourself from the surroundings and create a small room.

Fang Xingu closed the side door on the left, adjusted the angle of the seat, and slumped down a bit, preparing to close his eyes and rest for a while to clear his mind.

He took apart a goggles provided by the crew and was about to put them on when he suddenly heard a "snap" from his right. Fang Xin was startled and instinctively looked to his right, only to find that the barrier between him and Jing Yitong had been lowered, and Jing Yitong, the culprit, was looking at him through the hole in the lowered barrier.

Fang Xingu looked at him in shock: "What are you doing?"

Jing Yitong leaned closer: "Shall we chat?"

Fang Xingu stared at him for a moment, squinted, snorted, and turned his head away: "I'm not familiar with Teacher Jing, so there's nothing to talk about."

A note from the author:

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Jing Yitong: Who understands? Teacher Fang really is like a proud and aloof kitten [cat emoji]

Fang Xin Gu: The kitten is now preparing to abandon you, so get ready to become a wild man, haha.