Chapter 1: The Human Spanner Vixen

Six o'clock in the morning.

Midsummer is approaching, and as the weather gets hotter, salty and humid sea vapor will drift towards Qianyu Island. The sticky and humid air will enter the nasal cavity, making it difficult for travelers on the island to breathe.

"Qinglin, are the equipment, scenery and props ready?" The brand manager's voice came through the hot air and reached the rest shed next to the coconut tree.

As soon as Luo Qinglin opened the curtain of the rest shed, hot air rushed in, making him dizzy.

"Ready." Luo Qinglin replied.

"The model will arrive around 7 o'clock, and we'll start shooting promptly at 8:30."

"no problem."

After closing the curtain, Luo Qinglin took a heavy breath, sat back on the wooden stool, and then lay down on the wooden table.

I feel so sleepy.

It's so hot.

My eyes are so dry.

Luo Qinglin pursed his lips slightly, sweat condensed on his fair neck, his pair of overly beautiful peach blossom eyes were half closed, and the teardrop mole under his eyes drooped weakly.

Why did a cheese stick commercial have to be filmed on an island? Luo Qinglin blew away the loose hair on his forehead and thought in annoyance.

Luo Qinglin has been working as a graphic photographer at Hanxin Studio for two years.

The studio is not big, with only about 40 people in total, but fortunately the finished products are good and the studio listens to the client, so it is well-known in the industry and has good business.

This time the client was a dairy products group, who not only wanted to promote a summer mint-flavored cheese stick, but also requested that the filming take place on an island with coconut trees.

Luo Qinglin didn’t understand, what was the connection between mint and coconut trees?

Besides, would anyone really buy mint-flavored cheese sticks? Isn’t this thing as weird as cilantro milkshake?

But Luo Qinglin is not the boss, just a humble worker and cannot question the brand's requirements. He could only carry his equipment in the middle of the night and take a two o'clock in the morning flight to Qianyu Island with his photography assistant Qin Xiaoxi.

"Qinglin, what would you like for breakfast?" a female voice came from outside the shed.

Luo Qinglin raised his head in response, and saw Qin Xiaoxi slamming the curtain open with her body, holding coconut milk sago and oyster omelet in her hands respectively.

"Sago," Luo Qinglin replied.

Luo Qinglin was just about to reach out to take the sago, but Qin Xiaoxi suddenly turned around, like an orange cat protecting its food.

"Both of these are mine," Qin Xiaoxi turned her head resentfully, "There are still a lot of them outside, go get them yourself."

"Ha..." Luo Qinglin sighed towards the ceiling and walked out with tired steps.

As soon as he stepped out of the shed, the scorching sun poured down, making Luo Qinglin's head hot and dizzy.

After finally reaching the table, the cold sugar soup on the table had been snatched away, leaving only a few servings of steaming fish porridge and clumping shacha noodles, which looked unappetizing.

Luo Qinglin sighed dejectedly again and prepared to go back to the studio directly, but just as he turned around, his right hand was grabbed by smooth fingers.

The one who grabbed his hand was a young male model who arrived early. He had pink hair and curled hair. His fingers were tickling his palm in a flirtatious way, making him feel irritated.

The young male model said, "Brother Qinglin, I got an extra portion of mango sago, do you want some?"

"No need." Luo Qinglin shook his hand away and said with a cold face.

Luo Qinglin has a cold appearance, with a high nose, thin lips, and a distinct jaw, but his pair of peach blossom eyes make people misunderstand that he is easy to get along with.

At this moment, his face turned cold, his eyes were half closed, and the hot temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

But the young male model was not afraid. Instead, he became more and more courageous. He grabbed Luo Qinglin's hand and rubbed it gently.

"Brother Qinglin, if you don't eat breakfast, you will faint~" The little male model was made up, with long eyelashes and shiny lips. He looked unsatisfied, and the dirty thoughts in his mind were self-evident.

Your circle is too chaotic, and Luo Qinglin is accustomed to this kind of harassment, so he has no choice but to use his usual killer move.

"You and I have the same number." Luo Qinglin said.

"You..." The little male model was shocked and asked in a low voice with his hands covering his mouth, "Are you the one below?"

"Yes, I'm not the first," Luo Qinglin raised his eyelids slightly, "How about you be the first?"

Little male model: “…”

The atmosphere was stagnant, and even the hot weather seemed cool.

"No, no." The young male model laughed awkwardly, handed the sago in his hand to Luo Qinglin, and ran away without looking back, as if there was a ghost taking his life.

The ice temperature passed through the fast food box to his palm. Luo Qinglin raised his eyebrows, yawned lazily, and walked back to the shed.

In fact, Luo Qinglin didn’t know what his personality was. He only liked one person, even though that person might not remember him or even know him.

I don’t know what that person is doing now?

Thinking of this, Luo Qinglin opened the lid of the lunch box, sat on a wooden stool, scooped a spoonful of mango into his mouth, and took out his mobile phone to check Jiang Yanyu's account.

I have been snooping into Jiang Yanyu's account for seven years.

In the past seven years, Luo Qinglin has saved nearly ten thousand photos, including daily life photos posted by Jiang Yanyu herself, and magazine advertisements shot by Jiang Yanyu after becoming a model. In short, all the pictures that can be found on the Internet have been collected by Luo Qinglin.

Some people also advised Luo Qinglin to give up this secret love. After all, Jiang Yanyu was a straight man and it was impossible for him to like boys, but Luo Qinglin didn't care.

Because liking Jiang Yanyu is a habit I developed since high school. It has already penetrated into my bones and engraved into my breathing, and it cannot be eradicated.

Besides, he is only 25 years old now. If there is no result by the time he is 30, it will not be too late for him to give up.

Of course, when Luo Qinglin was 20 years old, he thought about giving up when he was 25, but when he was 25, he decided to postpone it until he was 30.

Maybe he will keep pushing it like this for the rest of his life. Luo Qinglin smiled self-deprecatingly, long-pressed the screen, clicked save, and another photo of Jiang Yanyu entered the album.

The sago pudding was quickly finished. Luo Qinglin was concentrating on staring at the photo and didn't look at the food in the box, so he scooped out the last bite and it was all gone.

After collecting the box and throwing it into the trash can, Luo Qinglin looked at the time and found that it was only half past six, so he lay down on the wooden table for a nap.

Ding ding!

I hadn't even slept for five minutes when my phone started to ring with a reminder of special attention.

Luo Qinglin suddenly sat up, unlocked his phone, clicked on Jiang Yanyu's account, and was about to save the photo.

But the moment he saw the photo clearly, Luo Qinglin stood up with a bang, and even the wooden stool behind his legs was kicked over.

"What happened? What happened? A tsunami?" Qin Xiaoxi, who was lying down to rest, was awakened by the sound of a stool falling to the ground. She stood up and asked hurriedly.

"It's okay, you continue sleeping." Luo Qinglin replied.

Luo Qinglin wanted to prop up the tilted wooden stool, but his arms were a little weak, and he tried several times to straighten it.

Sitting down and clicking on the picture again, Luo Qinglin covered his pounding heart with his right hand and bit his lower lip hard with his upper teeth.

On the screen was a photo of Jiang Yanyu draped with a rainbow flag, with the text "Love is love" accompanying the photo.

Is Jiang Yanyu gay?

No, no, no, Luo Qinglin calmed down and thought, maybe Jiang Yanyu is still a straight man, maybe he is just expressing his feelings a little bit.

Luo Qinglin opened Weibo with trembling hands and found that the comments were already boiling with thousands of comments pouring in within just one minute.

The comments were full of question marks and exclamation marks. Even the fans were probably stunned by Jiang Yanyu's action and could no longer utter the usual flattering compliments.

The first comment pinned to the top is even more shocking.

[Oh shit!] Bro, are you bent? ? ? 】

Jiang Yanyu replied: [I have been gay for a long time. 】

Jiang Yanyu is actually gay!

Which means...he has a chance? !

The more Luo Qinglin thought about it, the more rapid his breathing became. It was as if the tidal water outside the island had rushed into his chest, disturbing his internal organs and causing him to have wild thoughts.

Does he want to have a private chat with Jiang Yanyu? What should he say? Just a simple hello or a direct confession?

Luo Qinglin stared at the screen and clicked on the private message interface. He typed and deleted the words, deleted and typed again, over and over again several times. He really didn't know how to start.

That’s right! Jiang Yanyu is a model now, so he can open the topic in the name of his studio. Luo Qinglin snapped his fingers and immediately started editing the words.

"Hello, I'm from Hanxin Studio..." Luo Qinglin muttered softly while typing.

The teardrop mole under Luo Qinglin's eye was moving mischievously. This teardrop mole was like a small star. When it was still, it looked extremely cold. But when it moved, it reduced the coldness on his face a little, revealing a hint of sparkling brightness.

After editing the words, Luo Qinglin immediately clicked send.

"Hu..." With a light breath, Luo Qinglin lay on the wooden table again, with his eyelids drooping, nervously waiting for a reply.

Can Jiang Yanyu see his private messages?

If Jiang Yanyu agreed to the photo shoot invitation, what should he wear to meet Jiang Yanyu? Should I bear the pain and buy a high-end suit?

The more Luo Qinglin thought about it, the more it felt like there was a tangled knot of cotton thread in his head, becoming more and more tangled. It felt like a small hammer was knocking in his chest, making him feel uneasy and he wanted to stand up and walk around.

When the phone screen was about to go black, Luo Qinglin would immediately click on the screen to light it up, repeating this process over and over again, for fear of missing out on the first reply.

However, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

As time passed, Luo Qinglin kept waiting, and when the shooting alarm rang at seven o'clock, the private message he sent was still unread. His originally surging emotions gradually calmed down during the waiting.

Even if Jiang Yanyu was gay, he would not have anything to do with him.

never mind.

Luo Qinglin tapped his forehead lightly, clearing all the unrealistic thoughts from his mind.

After adjusting his working state, Luo Qinglin picked up the camera, walked out of the shed with Qin Xiaoxi, and stood in front of the set up waiting.

It was just past seven o'clock and the sun was already high in the sky. The sunlight was so scorching that it made people feel dizzy.

"I heard that the male model this time was newly hired the day before yesterday and just signed the contract. He has a very powerful background." Qin Xiaoxi, who was beside him, covered her mouth and said mysteriously.

"What?" Luo Qinglin was not interested, but still asked in agreement.

"I walked in dozens of luxury fashion shows last year. My fans at home and abroad totaled more than 50 million. Brands were vying for me. I was a natural star in the Asian modeling industry. But I ended up not paying enough money from foreign companies. I terminated my contract last month and returned to China to develop my career."

"Yeah." Luo Qinglin didn't listen carefully and answered absentmindedly.

"As soon as he returned to China, several popular variety shows invited him to be a guest, and even several large entertainment companies wanted to sign him as an actor. There were rumors that he had capital behind him and that he was returning to China to inherit a fortune worth tens of billions."

"Wow, so impressive." Luo Qinglin continued perfunctorily.

"I also heard that he likes cool and aloof men, especially straight men."

Luo Qinglin was slightly interested: "He's gay? Can straight men like him?"

"Of course! He loves to break straight men into pieces. He's known as a human wrench, a male vixen!" Qin Xiaoxi leaned close to Luo Qinglin's ear and reminded him, "You better be careful."

"Got it." Luo Qinglin agreed on the surface, but he didn't care in his heart. After all, he was not a straight man and there was nothing to be afraid of.

What concerned him even more was that, seeing that he had rejected the male models who came to flirt with him many times, Qin Xiaoxi really thought he was a straight man. It seemed that he had to find a time to explain everything to Qin Xiaoxi.

I was thinking about this and that, chatting about this and that, and the sleepiness was brought over by the gossip, and my eyelids were about to droop.

He yawned again, Luo Qinglin's eyes blurred with tears.

Just as he picked up a tissue to wipe away his tears, a huge roar was heard from a distance, and the tears in his eyes were held back in fear.

Buzz! ! ! ! ! !

The sound was getting closer and closer, like thousands of bees buzzing at the same time, so loud that I wanted to cover my ears.

Luo Qinglin squinted his eyes and found a small black dot in the air. The dot was gradually approaching and getting bigger and bigger, accompanied by a noisy sound, which made people feel upset.

It was not until the roar became so loud that his eardrums could no longer bear it that Luo Qinglin could see clearly what the hell it was.

Helicopter!

Is it necessary to make such a big fuss just to shoot a cheese stick commercial?

Luo Qinglin originally wanted to keep his eyes open and witness a helicopter landing, but the yellow sand stirred up by the propeller was so blinding that he could only cover his eyes, nose and mouth to avoid being attacked by the sand.

Cough cough cough......

The sand was sucked into the nasal cavity, and coughing sounds came one after another. Not only Luo Qinglin was affected, but anyone standing on the beach was not spared.

Soon, the propeller stopped, and the yellow sand that filled the air began to fall. Some of it fell on the beach, and some fell on Luo Qinglin's hair, making him look dusty and dirty, as if he had been digging coal in a kiln.

"Where's the photographer?"

“Where’s the photographer?”

The familiar male voice pierced through my eardrums like lightning on a summer night passing through my body, making my heart pound wildly.

This voice is...Jiang Yanyu? !

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