Backend

The trainees were resting backstage after their performance.

Because they hadn't dared to eat much before going on stage to prepare for the performance, in order to prevent any unexpected situations from happening on stage, they naturally all wanted to rush to the kitchen as soon as they got off the stage.

Shen Xingchen said, "After this performance, shouldn't the production team treat us to a big meal to celebrate?"

The other teammates chimed in, joining the fantasy group:

"Could you get a whole roasted lamb?"

"I really want to eat hot pot."

"If you ask me, wouldn't it be better to make it self-service?"

Shen Xingchen was even more arrogant. Don't be fooled by his elegant clothes; even in such refined attire, he still exuded a roguish charm. While others looked like they were going to study, he looked like he was going to pick up a fight. At this moment, the arrogant guy said, "If you ask me, we should just let us go out to eat."

Everyone else laughed along happily.

Shen Xingchen glanced at the person next to her and asked, "What about you? What do you want to buy to eat when you go out?"

"Me?" Jian Xingsui thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm fine with anything."

Shen Xingchen scoffed, "Pathetic."

Jian Xingsui wasn't without things he wanted to eat, but given his future spending habits, it would be difficult to achieve. So, it was better not to think about it.

When the group arrived at the restaurant, there was indeed a lot of food available, and several groups that had finished performing were taking their food.

Shen Xingchen waved: "Ning Ze."

Ning Ze, who had also finished his performance, walked over.

"How are you?" Shen Xingchen took a piece of bread and ate it. "Are you alright?"

Ning Ze is one of the quieter people in their dormitory, but he is actually very talented. He is in another group this time, but he has been practicing hard. He often stays up until the early hours of the morning. He has a very solid foundation in dance and doesn't need to work so hard, but he is still so serious.

He had clearly put in a lot of effort to perform on stage, and his performance in the team was outstanding, but unfortunately, the person in his team this time was Li Xu'an.

Throughout the performance, Ning Ze's spotlight was completely overshadowed, almost entirely stolen. Of course, it wasn't that Ning Ze wasn't good; what was even more heartbreaking was that the camera almost exclusively focused on Li Xu'an, and even the questions asked by the mentors later on were all directed at Li Xu'an. All of Ning Ze's efforts were in vain.

Ning Ze said, "It's alright."

Jian Xingsui was a little worried, but she took the initiative to encourage him, saying, "It's okay, I believe in your strength, Aze. You will definitely shine even brighter on the next stage!"

A smile flickered in Ning Ze's eyes, and he nodded: "This time it was also because I didn't do my best. I will try harder in the future."

When it comes to his desire to debut and the stage, no one has it more than him.

Shen Xingchen picked up some food next to her and said to Jian Xingsui, "Eat quickly, we still have to go back after we finish eating, there's one last stage performance to record."

Jian Xingsui said, "Okay."

They had all been busy all night and were hungry.

Although they are eating backstage, some are still recording in front and can't rest. They are hungry after persisting until now, let alone the mentors and cameramen.

Jian Xingsui thought of Fu Jinxiao. Others might not know, but he had been a fan for many years and knew that the movie star did not take care of his health at all. This was reflected in all aspects of his life. In his early years, he recorded songs over and over again. Because he worked so hard, he even damaged his voice and suffered from sequelae. Although it did not prevent him from singing or cause any serious consequences, it did leave him with some aftereffects.

He can't talk for long periods of time, otherwise his throat will hurt.

This happened a long time ago, and few people know about it. In recent years, as my status has risen, there have been few occasions where I need to use my voice so tiringly, but today is clearly an exception.

Jian Xingsui said, "Xingchen, your aunt has been sitting in the audience for a long time. Let's bring her some food."

"Oh, right." Shen Xingchen checked the time: "The recording will be on break soon, let's sneak to the back and bring them some food."

Shen Xingchen thought for a moment and then complained, "My mom will definitely ask Brother Fu if I've caused any trouble. Just wait, I'll be there soon, and we might be together. It's terrible. I don't even know if Brother Fu has told me yet. Should I offer him something as a bribe?"

Jian Xingsui's heart stirred slightly, and he tentatively said, "Then let's bring some food over, the mentors probably haven't eaten either."

Shen Xingchen thought it was a good idea: "Just take some bread or something, you're really smart."

Jian Xingsui smiled, pursing her lips.

During the halftime break, they went over and, sure enough, saw the mentors taking their break.

Shen Xingchen carried her things over and saw Fu Jinxiao sitting on the lounge bench with his eyes closed, resting. She quickly went over and said, "Brother Fu, are you resting?"

Fu Jinxiao opened his eyes and glanced around indifferently: "What is it?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?" The shrew put the things on the table. "I just brought you some food. It's because I care about you."

Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "Aren't you worried that your aunt will make things difficult for you?"

Shen Xingchen's secret was exposed, and he smiled awkwardly. He was not afraid of anything except his mother's nagging.

Fu Jinxiao ignored him and opened the bag. He thought there would only be food, but he was surprised to find something under the food box: a bar of throat lozenges. He never liked random sweeteners, and these lozenges were plain. He hadn't had a sore throat in a long time, and he had just felt a bit uncomfortable. He was thinking that he would just tough it out tonight, but he didn't expect that someone would be so thoughtful as to bring something over.

...

Fu Jinxiao's eyes darkened. He didn't believe Shen Xingchen had that kind of brain: "Where did you get it?"

Shen Xingchen muttered, "I got it for you, who else could it be?"

Fu Jinxiao didn't urge him, but slowly put down the bag. The movie star chuckled, "Not long ago, my aunt said she regretted that our two families couldn't arrange a marriage, saying that you didn't know how to care for people and were not romantic. It seems that you're not completely oblivious now. Should I go and talk to my aunt..."

Shen Xingchen was indeed frightened: "Brother, I was wrong. To tell you the truth, I didn't take it!"

Fu Jinxiao looked at him slowly.

“How could I have thought of that?” Shen Xingchen pointed to Jian Xingsui, who was talking quietly to Tuya not far away: “He specifically went to ask the staff for it and asked me to put it in this bag and give it to you.”

Fu Jinxiao looked in the direction he pointed and narrowed his eyes.

Jian Xingsui also brought some food and, together with his teammates, gave it to Teacher Tuya. They were chatting happily, and Tuya had always liked the child. She even covered her lips and smiled, looking like they were having a very pleasant conversation.

Jian Xingsui, it's him again.

Few people actually knew that he had a sore throat. His manager was the first to know, and even his new assistant didn't know. If we go back further, maybe some fans from many years ago would know, but that group is very small, and they may not even still be around today. He has seen many people come and go in the entertainment industry over the years, and he doesn't really believe in words about lasting affection.

So... how did that child know?

Did they approach me with a specific purpose, and did they do this with a specific intention?

When Fu Jinxiao recalled how he had secretly protected her, and how that short-haired kid had silently picked up discarded light sticks in the parking lot, her thoughts slowly faded away.

Perhaps they really are his fans...

Silently, he remembered someone who was the only person he remembered most deeply. This person had been active on Weibo and encouraging him since he was unknown. In the past, when he posted on Weibo, there would be no one to see him for half a day. Only that little fan kept encouraging him and following him. Although his words were not very clear, they were somewhat clumsy and cute.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Fu Yingdi's usually cold heart softened a little, and he asked, "Then why didn't he give it to me himself?"

These words seemed to wake Shen Xingchen up. His straightforward mind thought for a moment, and then he said, "I don't know either. I just put it in the bag for you to take with me when I was getting something for you."

Fu Jinxiao opened her mouth and asked, "Then, the things he gives, don't the people need to come over?"

"What's he doing here? He's delivering something to Teacher Tuya. Besides, it's just a little food; I can deliver it to you by myself. Why do we need so many people?" Shen Xingchen said casually.

"Yeah?"

Fu Jinxiao glanced at the people chatting happily with Tuya not far away, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and smiled, but the smile looked cold no matter how you looked at it: "Then why don't you mind having too many people when you deliver things to Tuya?"

Shen Xingchen looked over in confusion. He had a straight male mindset and spoke without thinking: "He probably likes Teacher Tuya. Maybe he's a fan of Teacher Tuya? That's normal, after all, Teacher Tuya is beautiful. Hey, he still has to admit defeat. In terms of sex appeal, he's not as good as Sister Yaya. Don't be jealous. Maybe Sui Sui just doesn't like you."

You're talking nonsense.

Fu Jinxiao looked up at the boy not far away. He was clearly my fan.