I really, really love it!

What does "looks alike" mean? What does "kid" mean? What does "narcissism" mean?

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Jiang Songhe’s head struggled against the force supporting his chin. He lowered his head to look directly at the white-haired man and said, “Let go, or don’t blame me…”

"Shh—" Bai Mao slid his index finger along the outline of Jiang Songhe's cheek to the middle of her mouth, pressing it tightly against her lips. "Are you in such a hurry to see your little friend?"

The only person Jiang Songhe is anxious to see right now is Jiang Songyun.

What the white-haired guy meant just now was...

Jiang Songhe realized what was going on and immediately exploded. What kind of nonsense was that? He had originally thought that if the white-haired guy listened to his advice and let go, he wouldn't bother with it. What did this mean?

Spying on someone and then picking a fight?

Itchy skin and want to fight?

"I'm reminding you one last time." Jiang Songhe straightened up, removed the hand that had been so ungrateful from his chin with his broad palm, and tightened his grip on the artery with his four fingers as he drew closer. "Whatever your purpose is, stay away from us."

Unexpectedly, the white-haired man was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled even more and took a step forward with the force of the movement. He glanced at the white mark on Jiang Songhe's middle finger and said in a sarcastic tone, "So it's worn on the middle finger~ You're from China, right? Is your engagement legal?"

"Tsk." Jiang Songhe frowned, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and he grabbed the white-haired man's wrist and yanked it hard. At the same time, he clamped his neck with his other hand, hooked his foot, and flipped him to the side, slamming him against the wall. "Shut up, do you understand?"

Bai Mao appeared to be in pain and froze for a moment, then finally showed a look of fear. He tried to push Jiang Songhe's shoulder but couldn't move him. His eyes quickly welled up with tears. Like a stray cat drenched in rain, he nodded repeatedly, unable to speak.

Having achieved his goal, Jiang Songhe scattered the people without a second thought, not even deigning to utter a word or cast a glance. He looked at his palm, clicked his tongue, turned away without looking back, and prepared to push open the door and leave.

“So,” the smug, sticky voice came from behind again, “that’s why you guys came to Maner, right? Hahaha.”

seek death.

After her emotions reached a peak and then began to decline sharply, Jiang Songhe suddenly realized that she had responded to this absurd person with too many absurd actions out of anger. So she calmed down and weighed the pros and cons to cut her losses.

Without turning his head, he said, "I wouldn't mind suing you for defamation."

-

Jiang Songyun stood facing the judges' panel in the center of the practice room, her face flushed.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Songyun, and I am 17 years old..."

Today is the second day of the preliminary selection stage, with tens of thousands of contestants participating. Although the judges of the Star Show adhere to the principle of making a decision at a glance and cutting through the mess quickly, their faces have long lost their pleasant expressions due to physical and aesthetic fatigue.

A judge with bronze skin and a naturally curly wolf tail interrupted Jiang Songyun's self-introduction, his voice somewhat impatient: "In English, please."

“…Okay.” Faced with this overwhelming sense of equality, Jiang Songyun felt a little uncomfortable. After quickly giving herself a few mental pep talks, she raised her head and began again in English, “Hello everyone. My name's Jiang Songyun. I'm seventeen years old. Today, I'm going to perform…”

Jiang Songyun nodded to the staff behind the control panel, and the pre-prepared background music immediately started playing. It was an early hit single by Janus, with an unrestrained style and a strong rhythm.

After a high-energy song and dance performance, Jiang Songyun's breathing was unexpectedly unsteady and he felt dizzy. Fortunately, he performed as usual. He calmed himself down and waited confidently for an evaluation.

"You can go now." It was that same curly-haired judge. "Next."

This feedback was clearly beyond Jiang Songyun's expectations. He was stunned for a moment, and then felt a surge of heat rush from his chest to his scalp, emerging from his sweaty pores.

He completely forgot his usual gentle and modest manners, and was convinced that the curly-haired judge must dislike him and was doing it on purpose. He stubbornly stood still, refusing to move, letting his chest heave more and more violently.

The curly-haired judge rolled his eyes and asked unhappily, "Excuse me? (Are you alright?)"

Jiang Songyun started swaying, his tongue still a little thick: "You should...at least say something...to me!"

"What the…?" the curly-haired judge nearly cursed. "Wait, are you drunk?"

Jiang Songyun felt dizzy, his head thrashed about like a rattle-drum, and he spread his legs to try and maintain his balance. He persisted, but now he was shouting in his native language: "I don't care! Give me your feedback right now!"

"Those who disregard the competition are not worthy of my commentary." The curly-haired judge slammed down his pen and clearly announced in porcelain script, "You're eliminated. Get out."

Jiang Songyun had never heard of being told to "get lost" before. He had never heard it from his brother, his teachers, his classmates, or even from anyone else, not even when he deliberately caused trouble in the group that year.

With blood rushing to his head and overflowing with resentment, Jiang Songyun shouted, "Why?" and then—

I'm dizzy.

-

Jiang Songhe could not possibly go back to pick up that can of fruit milk; it was dirty and unusable.

He washed his hands for a full ten minutes before going back to the coffee shop on the first floor. He searched on his phone for "Can minors drink coffee?" and after getting a positive answer, he still bought Jiang Songyun an iced Americano.

Although he didn't want his child star brother to go down the path of talent shows, he tacitly believed that his brother, whom he had personally raised, would succeed at anything.

When your wishes come true, you will naturally be happy and carefree. And when you are happy and carefree, it's okay to occasionally drink a small cup of coffee.

Jiang Songhe returned to the rest area with a tiny cup of "happiness" and found that Jiang Songyun was nowhere to be seen, with only a nanny bag left on the seat.

He asked several familiar contestants, but they all waved their hands and said they didn't know. Only one was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to come over and tell Jiang Songhe that the person had already entered the practice room. Although the kid had a slightly wicked look in his eyes, Jiang Songhe still thanked him properly.

Jiang Songhe decided to wait at the entrance of the practice room so that he could see Jiang Songyun's long-lost innocent smile as soon as possible.

Hearing faint discordant sounds coming from inside, he didn't think much of it. But before long, the door opened, and what awaited him was Jiang Songyun, who was being carried out unconscious by the staff.

Jiang Songhe's mind went blank for a moment, and the tension snapped.

Everything was fine just now, how could this happen so soon after I left? I shouldn't have come to Maner in the first place, how could I face my parents? I deserve to die...

When the two staff members on the left and right saw that Jiang Songhe was tall and big and blocking their way, they repeatedly told Jiang Songhe to "move (make way)".

Jiang Songhe was urged several times before she came to her senses. Without saying a word, she threw her iced Americano into the trash can and reached for her younger brother, who had been treated so carelessly: "Hey! Leave him alone!"

“Sir, this kid needs to see a doctor, he is so drunk…” The staff member was unaware of the relationship between Jiang Songhe and Jiang Songyun, and was focused on doing his job.

Jiang Songhe's actions were clearly rough; he didn't bother to listen further or switch languages: "I don't need it! Give him back to me!"

"Calm down, sir, or we'll call the cops!"

...

"Do you need any help?"

Jonathan's sudden appearance caused a stir in the rest area. He offered to help in the manner of a perfect idol, but a hint of schadenfreude lurked in his eyes. But when the familiar figure turned around, his smile vanished.

Even though he was someone who could maintain his composure when teased by himself, now a few strands of hair were hanging down his forehead, his tie was crooked and sticking out a bit, his shoulders and back were not as upright as he remembered, and those eyes that he had been holding a grudge against were red at the corners, which was alarming.

“Uh.” Jonathan cleared his throat, his words carrying a hidden meaning, “My doctor happens to be in Tang today. If you don’t mind, you can bring this ‘little one’ with you to come up and have a look.”

After saying that, he quietly mouthed to the two staff members, "It's OK. He's my friend."

While Jiang Songhe was carrying Jiang Songyun on his back, Jonathan signed autographs for some contestants who had mustered the courage to ask him for autographs, and thanked those who were concerned about his health. After waiting for a long time, Jiang Songhe still showed no intention of leaving with him.

Jonathan felt he must have been out of his mind to offer the enthusiastic face of a top singer to this tasteless narcissist.

So, while waving goodbye to the contestants who were watching him and wishing them "Good Luck," he used ventriloquism to say to Jiang Songhe, "It takes at least thirty minutes to get to the nearest hospital from here. I wish you and your child good luck too." After saying that, he turned around gracefully.

"Wait... wait a minute." Jiang Songhe called out to Jonathan, "I'll go with you."

-

Jiang Songhe watched as a cute girl with a baby face and big eyes took out a rose gold medical flashlight from her pink medicine box and shone it on her younger brother's eyes. This cute girl with big eyes was dressed in an adorable style, but her expression was very serious.

This gave Jiang Songhe a disorienting feeling. He unconsciously looked around the "infirmary" filled with pink cartoon elements with suspicion. Suddenly, the big-eyed cute girl squatted down, pinched Jiang Songyun's cheek, squeezed his mouth open, and then brought her face close to his.

"What are you doing? Tsk, what are you doing?" Jiang Songhe was startled and subconsciously reached out to stop him.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Jonathan, who had been secretly watching the drama unfold for a while, finally couldn't hold back anymore and leaned against the pink desk, laughing uncontrollably. "Miss Lan, you can't just casually flirt with someone else's child~"

Even the taciturn Jiang Songhe could no longer tolerate it. He glared at Jonathan and said, "That's enough. This is my brother."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

“Everyone in this room is from China, so there’s no need to speak English.” Tang Lan stood up after understanding, tucking the small flashlight into her lace-trimmed breast pocket. “It’s a specialty of Man’er, Toffee milk wine.”

"What did you say?" Jiang Songhe blurted out, not understanding.

"Tai, Fei, Nai, Jiu." Tang Lan raised an eyebrow at the corner of her almond-shaped eyes in disdain. "Your brother's alcohol tolerance isn't very good."

"..."

"I gave him a hangover pill; he'll sober up soon."

“.

Jonathan had somehow moved to Jiang Songhe's side. He nudged Jiang Songhe with his elbow and whispered, "There seems to be some misunderstanding between us."

Jiang Songhe stared straight ahead at Jiang Songyun: "It's not important, consider it even."

Jonathan was silent for a moment, then parted his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something.

At this moment, Jiang Songyun's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he finally slowly opened his eyes. His gaze swept back and forth across the two faces diagonally above him, then closed again. His eyeballs rolled under his eyelids for half a minute, then opened again, and then his pupils dilated violently.

"You're awake?"

"You're awake?"

Before him were two faces, one restrained, the other carefree. Jiang Songyun sat bolt upright on the pink examination bed, tightly gripping the hand of the carefree face—

"Janus!! I really, really love you!!!"