Chapter 8

Can't sleep.

After Jiang Shiyu rolled over for the fourth time to count sheep, which still proved futile, he simply stared at the ceiling in a daze. The entire room was plunged into the silence of the night, and the light of his cell phone beside the bed seemed particularly abrupt.

He took out his phone and unlocked it. It was a message from Zhu Xing.

Chasing stars: Share link

Chasing stars:!!!

Chasing Stars: Isn't this my account? Your business experience has improved so rapidly? ? This article is too x-group-esque

Chasing stars: It doesn’t look like you anymore

It wasn't that he wasn't like him anymore, it was clearly not him. But Jiang Shiyu subconsciously didn't want anyone else to know about the "deal" between him and Zheng Yanye.

A little fish:...

A little fish: Can’t it be that I’m making progress?

He wanted to close the chat box out of guilt, but somehow he opened the link shared by Zhu Xing.

The animated image was the first thing that caught his eye. The daily interactions between him and Zheng Yanye appeared particularly tender and affectionate under the magnification and speed of the camera. Jiang Shiyu only then noticed that it was Zheng Yanye who looked at him first at the end of the first stage.

His pair of peach blossom eyes are indeed affectionate when he looks at people.

For example, right now, Jiang Shiyu could feel the warmth of Zheng Yanye's gaze even through the screen. That gentle, careful look, as if treating a treasure, could easily make people indulge in it.

It was as if he really fell in love with the person opposite him.

But how is that possible?

Love at first sight only happens in fairy tales. In reality, the prince only lets himself go wild because of a fleeting feeling of novelty. How could he possibly play out this kind of pure love story with him? Jiang Shiyu isn't a newcomer to the industry. His years of obscurity were nothing but a testament to the ups and downs of life. He's surrounded by people who believed his sweet words, only to be kicked out of their way only to realize they were merely a fleeting attraction, leaving them heartbroken.

However, Zheng Yan's acting skills are worthy of recognition. At one moment, even he was distracted for a moment.

A natural actor.

Jiang Shiyu continued to flip through the article when the bedside light suddenly turned on. Zheng Yan leaned on the bed and looked at him curiously: "Roommate, what are you reading so engrossed in?"

He subconsciously hid the lock screen of his phone under the quilt, doing it in one go, just like he hid from the dormitory supervisor when he was in school, and he also felt guilty.

Is there any difference between staying up late at night to read what a fortune teller wrote and having sexual fantasies?

"Nothing." Jiang Shiyu said in a low voice.

Zheng Yan didn't ask any more questions. He raised his hand to lower the brightness of the desk lamp and changed the subject: "Can't sleep?"

"Um."

"Worried about tomorrow?"

"A little."

Zheng Yan also lowered his eyes. The fear in Jiang Shiyu's eyes was about to overflow, and his eyes were red and pitiful. It was so painful that he had to say this to reassure him.

Can he buy the program team now and give Jiang Shiyu the center position?

But right now, Zheng Yan also wanted to know how to comfort someone in a moment like this. Saying, "Don't be afraid, Jiang Shiyu," seemed perfunctory, and saying, "We will definitely debut together" seemed false. Would revealing her identity make him feel insincere?

It is more important to solve Jiang Shiyu’s insomnia problem first.

Jiang Shiyu had assumed the subsequent conversation would be a heart-to-heart exchange between roommates. In this atmosphere, the sudden closeness would flow naturally and effortlessly. He had never been good at this kind of thing. He was just thinking about how to politely and tactfully end this boring conversation when he heard Zheng Yan say, "Want a bedtime story?"

It's not a clichéd heart-to-heart talk, nor is it a pale and powerless consolation.

Zheng Yan just wanted him to have a good sleep.

That's all.

"Okay." He winked.

…

Jiang Shiyu was very well behaved when he fell asleep. The night on the island was also hot and humid, and his face was red, just like Snow White.

The princess fell into a sweet dream in the dim light, with the corners of her mouth raised, making people unconsciously want to capture this beautiful moment.

Zheng Yan also saved this photo in a private album.

Then he skillfully opened Weibo to check the voting progress of each company. In the early stage, each person could select nine trainees, and it was not yet the one-pick stage. Some contestants with good popularity among the public and the audience had an advantage at this time and could get a good ranking.

Obviously there is no place for the royal family here.

Some people's fans have been secretly playing the victim and pulling him and Jiang Shiyu down. These people don't even look at who they voted for. They say they are royal bullies, but he thinks this group of people are aesthetic bullies.

Especially the other few fans who wanted to hype up a relationship with him, tacitly excluded Jiang Shiyu.

Zheng Yan also looked around at Jiang Shiyu's fans. The more he looked, the sadder he felt. He didn't even have a big fan.

Why doesn’t Jiang Shiyu have what others have?

He became a big fan of Jiang Shiyu.

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A short TT. I will make up for the long content tomorrow.

I only like some of the plots where the top fans who I love are exposed＞_＜