Chapter 13 Wonderful Fans And being loved by such wonderful fans…

Qin Weijin was actually quite pleased to finally see a familiar sign of life on Mo Ningzhi's face.

At least it's not that monosyllabic, sarcastic tone anymore.

However, Qin Weijin still didn't understand why Mo Ningzhi's attitude towards him had changed so drastically, but he had a feeling that it was related to Yang Lian.

...Does Mo Ningzhi like Yang Lian?

Thinking of this, Qin Weijin's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a slight tingling sensation slowly spread throughout his body.

It's a strange feeling, like a mischievous cat scratching your heart with its paw pad. It doesn't hurt, but it's so light it tickles, leaving you with an indescribable unhappiness.

Mo Ningzhi was not perceptive enough to notice the hidden emotions in others; he followed Qin Weijin upstairs without a second thought.

Qin Weijin's study was as uninteresting as he was: a large bookshelf, ancient-style landscape paintings, and a withered plum tree on the corner of the table. Whether it had any artistic conception was unknown, but Mo Ningzhi felt that it was similar to the study of her old man, Mo.

I really couldn't tell.

Qin Weijin, a man with a notorious reputation, actually has a fondness for such Zen-inspired and traditional decorations in private.

Can a scumbag have a nostalgic heart?

There were two chairs next to the desk. Qin Weijin sat down in one of them. "Let's begin."

Mo Ningzhi turned her gaze away from the renovation and sat down on the other side. "What kind of material does Brother Jin want to learn?"

The printer buzzed, and ten seconds later, Qin Weijin took out a piece of paper. "These."

Mo Ningzhi glanced at the content that filled more than half a page and chuckled lightly, "So much."

"Are you having trouble?"

Mo Ningzhi smiled and said, "It's fine as long as Brother Jin doesn't have it."

Mo Ningzhi studied abroad, majoring in photography, and apprenticed under internationally renowned photography masters. During his studies, he enjoyed traveling and sketching, going to various countries. However, English alone was not enough to travel the world. Mo Ningzhi also disliked having tour guides, so he simply learned several foreign languages ​​on his own. He had a good talent for this, and even took a few certificate exams for fun when he was bored.

T language is the language he is most proficient in.

Although it's still some distance from a professional level, it's sufficient for handling this kind of simple speech.

Qin Weijin glanced at the time: "Then let's begin."

"good."

Mo Ningzhi didn't want to take up too much of her rest time, so she pulled out a few sheets of white paper, wrote a few crooked letters, and explained, "T language is a phonetic script, composed of three parts. Pronunciation is the difficult part of learning, so we'll start by practicing pronunciation from the first sentence..."

Mo Ningzhi was very different when he was studying. His eyes were focused and serious. He held the pen between his fingers and wrote strange characters on the paper. The light from the desk lamp fell softly on his face, almost softening his usually sharp features, making him look quiet and gentle.

But Qin Weijin knew that Mo Ningzhi was not at all gentle; in other words, her appearance was very deceiving.

Mo Ningzhi paused slightly as she explained.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Qin Weijin seemed to have glanced in his direction, and that glance was quite long.

He turned his head and found Qin Weijin looking intently at the draft paper.

It really was just an illusion.

Mo Ningzhi exhaled, composed himself, and focused on explaining the pronunciation characteristics of T language and demonstrating it correctly. Then he translated the first sentence of the speech, "Brother Jin, try it and see if you can read it."

Perhaps because they had been talking for too long, Mo Ningzhi was a little thirsty and gently licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Qin Weijin's gaze fell on his lips, paused for two seconds, and then casually looked away.

To Mo Ningzhi's surprise, Qin Weijin had a strong ability to imitate. He could imitate a short T language phrase almost perfectly after hearing it once.

"You studied this before?" Mo Ningzhi asked in surprise.

Qin replied to Jin, "No."

"It seems you have a good talent for languages." That's good, it saves him, the temporary teacher, a lot of trouble.

Over the next forty minutes, Mo Ningzhi led Qin Weijin through the entire speech in T language and read it aloud. Qin Weijin had a clear advantage with short sentences, but he struggled with more content.

They studied until 11:30 before stopping.

Qin Weijin said, "Let's stop here for today. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

Mo Ningzhi was already sleepy, but he had been forcing himself to stay awake until now. He got up and stretched, a flash of white on the hem of his shirt appearing and disappearing quickly. "Brother Jin, you also have two events tomorrow. Get a good rest tonight and let your mind relax."

Qin Weijin lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought: "Okay."

He was probably reviewing what he had just learned in his mind, Mo Ning thought. He was so sleepy that he just wanted to go downstairs to sleep.

The guest room was fully stocked with all the usual items, all brand new and unopened. Mo Ningzhi hadn't brought any change of clothes and planned to go home to get them the next day, so she just did a quick wash.

I had just dried the water off my neck when there was a knock on the door.

Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow and opened the door in two steps. Qin Weijin was standing outside the door, holding a set of clothes in his hand. His gaze seemed to linger on Mo Ningzhi's neck for two seconds before he said, "These are clothes that the brand sent before. I haven't worn them. You can wear these for now tomorrow."

Mo Ningzhi leaned against the door and glanced at the clothes in his hand. They weren't from any high-end luxury brand; they were probably from a mass-market brand that Qin Weijin had endorsed in his early years. The style was also quite understated, which suited Mo Ningzhi's aesthetic.

But he was concerned about something else: "Isn't this the brand you endorsed in your early years? You've kept it for so many years, and now you're letting me wear it?"

Qin Weijin was about to leave when he heard this and stopped: "How do you know the origin of the clothes?"

"..."

Oh no, I spoke too quickly again.

Fortunately, it can be salvaged. Mo Ningzhi thought for a moment, "After all, I'm a fan, so it's normal for me to know something about your endorsements, right?"

Qin Weijin didn't know whether he believed it or not. "This is the first clothing brand I've ever endorsed. Although it's not very famous, it has special significance for me. These are all personal clothes that were sent to me. I was in high school at the time, and the school only allowed us to wear school uniforms, so I kept these."

Mo Ningzhi first said "Oh", then seemed to remember something, looked at Qin Weijin, and then held up the clothes in front of her to show them off. Her expression suddenly turned a little ugly.

Qin Weijin, noticing his strange behavior, asked, "What's wrong?"

"How old were you when you took on this endorsement?" Mo Ningzhi asked quietly.

"...17?"

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

He glanced at the well-fitting clothes in his hand, realizing that only with them could he have Qin Weijin's height and frame at age 17.

After eating so many good things over the years, I still can't outlive a scumbag.

Qin Weijin glanced at Mo Ningzhi's expression, then at the clothes in his hand, and inexplicably understood what he meant. He turned his head and let out a low laugh.

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Qin Weijin tried to comfort him: "Don't be angry, you can still grow."

The assistant's face completely fell.

...

Having been inexplicably bullied and not even given a goodnight, Mo Ningzhi angrily slammed the door shut. It was almost midnight, but he didn't sulk for long before quickly going into the bathroom.

The toiletries were readily available, so Mo Ningzhi wet her hair and squeezed out a pump of shampoo.

Within seconds, the familiar warm fragrance slowly filled the bathroom.

Mo Ningzhi was taken aback.

He foolishly brought his palm close to his face and smelled it.

The rich, creamy foam had a wonderful, pleasant aroma—the very scent he had tried dozens of perfumes to find.

It wasn't perfume after all.

Mo Ningzhi thought back to how silly she used to play around with perfumes.

After taking a shower, Mo Ningzhi smelled Qin Weijin's scent all the way to bed.

They're not quite the same.

Mo Ningzhi rubbed against the pillow, inhaling the lingering fragrance, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. This scent was not as pleasant as the one she had smelled on Qin Weijin.

...

Qin Weijin's activities continued, and Mo Ningzhi followed him to an offline event in a neighboring city the next day.

I received a message from Penguin when I landed; it was from Old Mushroom, whom I hadn't seen for a few days.

【Old Mushroom Picking Girls】: Friendly reminder, I got a big order these past two days. Considering our good personal relationship, you should stay away from me tonight.

[Goodmorning]: ? Any action?

【Old Mushroom Picking Girls】: Almost. You might as well not go out. This time I'm not the organizer. Even if I wear out my shoes, I can't stop you.

[Goodmorning]: Okay, got it.

[The Old Mushroom Picker]: Aren't you going to ask me who bought the operation?

[Goodmorning]: You can say that?

[The old man picking mushrooms for girls]: You're a decent person! [Thumbs up! .jpg]

[Old Mushroom Picking Girls]: I can't say much, but most of the anti-fans in the group have taken money this time, and the stalker side has also taken action. They are bound to make a splash, and it might escalate, after all, your boss has been in the spotlight these past few days.

After reading it, Mo Ningzhi frowned slightly.

How big is considered a "big" event?

Compared to haters, sasaeng fans are much more troublesome.

Most of the verbal attacks by anti-fans are limited to moral condemnation and affect the reputation of artists. However, compared with the behavior of stalkers, the impact is more concentrated on the online level. If no one organizes them, the interference and threat to the artists' real lives are relatively small.

Stalkers are different. Their behavior often crosses moral boundaries and seriously infringes on the privacy and safety of celebrities. They are a force that makes celebrity teams tremble with fear.

For these reasons, Mo Ningzhi was never able to integrate into this group.

"Ningzhi, what are you doing?"

Outside the airport, Qin Weijin had already gotten into the car through the VIP channel, and Xiao Guo was standing by the car waving to him.

Mo Ningzhi looked at the familiar car model in front of him, frowned, and made a phone call.

Two minutes later he came to the car and said succinctly, "Let's change cars."

Qin Weijin narrowed his eyes slightly: "?"

"Change cars? Why?" Xiao Guo said, "Besides, we can't find a car right now."

"I rented a car nearby and will be there in ten minutes."

Qin Weijin paused slightly in his previously languid posture.

Mo Ningzhi looks exactly the same as she did a few days ago when she got out of the car to drive away the stalker fans.

His gaze lingered on Mo Ningzhi's face for two seconds before he stood up: "Let's change."

...

They arrived at the event venue unharmed.

During this time, Mo Ningzhi was on high alert, constantly monitoring the situation inside and outside the venue. After 9:30, the fans outside gradually dispersed, and by 10:00, there were hardly any left.

The Qin Wei Jin event was almost over, and Mo Ningzhi was about to go out to check on things when she saw a girl standing under a tree not far away.

Mo Ningzhi frowned slightly.

He recognized this person; he was standing there before the event even started, his focused gaze never leaving Qin Weijin.

Is he a spy for an illegitimate child?

Mo Ningzhi walked over.

As he approached, the girl suddenly panicked. "Are you... Wei Jin's new assistant?"

Mo Ningzhi looked at her and said, "Yes."

Seeing that he was standing in front of her and showed no sign of leaving, the girl looked around and said, "Am I bothering something? Sorry, I can walk away a bit."

Mo Ningzhi looked at her suspiciously: "Fans?"

"Hmm." The girl smiled shyly. "I've liked Weijin for five years. I just happened to be passing by today and wanted to try my luck."

The girl seemed to have been standing under the tree for a long time without leaving. Some leaf fragments fell on her shoulders. Mo Ningzhi handed her a bottle of water. "Have you been waiting long? Have some water. It hasn't been opened yet."

"No, no, thank you." The girl's round, doe-like eyes were somewhat flattered.

It's a good thing for girls not to drink from strangers when they're out and about, so Mo Ningzhi didn't insist. "The event is almost over, and Qin Weijin can't stay for much longer. If you'd like, I can help you get his autograph."

However, the girl still refused, saying, "No need to trouble yourself, thank you. I came here today just to see my idol in person. For me, Wei Jin is not only a celebrity I like and an artist I admire, but also the role I aspire to in life. Five years ago, because of his encouragement, I was admitted to a university that I never dared to dream of at the time, and I gained a different life. Although he may not even remember me, I still want to thank him."

The girl smiled gently and reiterated, "It's just thank you. He doesn't need to know."

The affection and tenderness in her eyes were genuine; it was the look that only appears when someone loves another to the extreme, something that even a sasaeng fan couldn't fake.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ningzhi temporarily lowered her guard.

“Um…” the girl suddenly looked down and pointed to his fingers on his side, “You seem to be injured.”

Mo Ningzhi raised her hand and looked down. She noticed a small abrasion on her knuckles, which was bleeding slightly.

He said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'll just put some iodine on it when I get back."

"Let me help you, it's not convenient for you to do it alone." The girl took out a band-aid and dark iodine from her bag. "I actually get injured quite often, so I always keep medicine in my bag, isn't that strange?"

Mo Ningzhi chuckled: "Not surprising."

Wearing a mask, his voice was a little hoarse, but the tone was gentle and easy to put people at ease, making them want to talk to him a little longer.

The girl quietly applied medicine to his wound and put on a band-aid. "Okay, be careful not to get it wet when you get home. Change the band-aid again tonight, and it should be healed by tomorrow."

Mo Ningzhi glanced at the cartoon band-aid on the back of her hand, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The girl put the medicine away, saying, "I wanted to thank you for protecting Weijin last time."

Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow.

This is the second time he has received thanks for an unintentional act.

A very pure expression of gratitude.

Gentle and beautiful.

It makes people feel that the world is full of hope and love.

"It's getting late, I'll head back now," the girl said.

Mo Ningzhi: "Do you need me to call a car for you?"

"No need, my friend is coming to pick me up." The girl smiled at him: "You really are a good person."

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

He was a little unaccustomed to receiving the "friend zone" card for the first time.

After the girl left, Mo Ningzhi looked down at the cartoon band-aid on the back of her hand; the Hello Kitty design was very cute.

She is a very beautiful girl.

She is also a wonderful fan.

Qin Weijin, who is loved by such wonderful fans, should be even more wonderful.

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