Chapter 41

As Tang Ke said, fortunes change. Even if Fu Yu "withdraws" quickly, the result is still "it has been saved, don't let it go to waste."

What was he letting down? Could he really get away with it? Fu Yu had no chance of winning.

If intimacy is determined by the number of negative photos of the other person in a crowded mobile phone album, then Tang Ke quickly grasped the essence of being bossy. She leaned back on the sofa with a clear conscience and let Fu Yu come over to massage her shoulders and back, and then say a few insincere nice words to flatter her.

Her pleasure lies in teasing conservative and honest men. She can make them blush and get angry with just a few words. It is low-cost entertainment and low-risk investment.

Playing is playing, joking is joking, but she doesn't use moderation when joking. She only considers herself as a "bad friend" and doesn't really want to push an honest person to the edge and make him unhappy. She only plays a joke two or three times and it's over.

Besides, Tang Ke herself was not much better. After saving the photos into the album, she never opened them again. They were clearly shameful photos of others, but she felt ashamed after seeing them. She always felt like she was doing something bad - she did do the bad thing of a hypocrite who only used words but not actions to tease a married man, but it was not that kind of bad thing, but a different kind of bad thing, a bad thing that did not conform to her current position.

So later, she stopped using the "Are you there? Look at those abs" meme. Every time she did, the image of the white flower would unconsciously appear in her mind. She must not let Fu Yu become immune while she was deeply poisoned. That would be putting the cart before the horse.

They basically stayed at home during the first few days of National Day, some playing games, some reading novels, and went to her parents' home and hers for two reunion dinners. After trying their best to deal with their parents, they came back looking dead again.

One afternoon, Fu Yu and his colleagues went to play badminton. Bored Tang Ke followed them. After less than an hour on the court, he was exhausted and out of breath. He spent half of the time picking up balls and simply took a rest on the side.

She was very ashamed to say that she realized that her heart had been gradually turning evil for some time. She thought that she could cover up this dirty mind by making jokes about it, but she was wrong. She also thought that she could make a big thing small by avoiding talking about it, but she was wrong too.

Looking at Fu Yu wearing a sleeveless vest, revealing just the right amount of arm muscles, sweat sliding down from his temples, dripping along his jawline into his collar, and a suppressed humming sound when he swung his arms... she was so ashamed that she rolled over and crawled on the ground, working like a slave for Satan.

It is one thing to make fun of him for "hiding something hidden", but it is another thing to truly think that he is "a feast for the eyes".

You should be more careful next time.

Tang Ke silently recited the core socialist values, his eyes reluctant to move away from the "beautiful sight", as if the more he saw it, the less he would see it.

......

The day before the convention, the two arrived at their hotel in Hangzhou early to check in. Xue Jiayin, who was studying in Hangzhou, heard they were coming and offered to treat them to dinner that evening.

Her vacation was incredibly busy, with two journal articles she needed to revise, leaving her with limited time. Otherwise, she could take them on a stroll around West Lake, but for now, she could only take them on a tour of the school. There was a lake on campus, too, which, rounding it off, shared the same origins as West Lake, so a visit there was enough to justify the visit.

Tang Ke ate the cafeteria meals of the 985 university that he failed to get into. The meal that Xue Jiayin treated him to was a bit cheap in terms of finances, but it was quite grand in meaning.

After dinner, they took the subway back to the hotel. Tang Ke, sprawled on his bed, posted a message to his friends. He was in Cao Ying, but his heart was in Han territory. He had to add the location of the university forty miles away, captioning it: "You are the intimacy I have never had and cannot capture."

Xue Jiayin commented in a dismal tone, "This person stole my campus card."

Tang Ke laughed heartily and banged on the iron, "How can this be called stealing?"

On the other side, Fu Yu opened the window for ventilation, and at the same time took into consideration a small problem. The room was not big and relatively quiet. Lying on the bed, he could clearly hear the movements in the bathroom. Whether going to the toilet or taking a shower, everyone outside could hear it clearly.

It wasn't a big deal, but it kept him from concentrating.

So he wanted to turn on the TV to create some background noise, but he couldn't find the power button and pressing the remote control didn't help.

"What are you looking for? A camera?" Tang Ke looked up at him. "They say online that to test if there are cameras in a hotel room, you can convulse, foam at the mouth, and faint on the floor, and see if anyone calls 911."

Fu Yu felt along the edge of the TV and said, "Forget it. Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of our own."

"This world is so sad. There is endless violence, and endless goodness." Tang Ke turned over and looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he spoke mysteriously to the void: "I think I saw the title..."

"What?" Fu Yu finally found the power button that was as big as his little fingernail, pressed it for a long time to turn it on, and walked to the bedside to get the remote control.

"Chinese couple..."

Fu Yu casually picked up a pillow and covered her face with it, "Don't say anything."

Tang Ke hugged the soft pillow, "So, did you find the camera? It would be fine if you didn't tell me, but I'm really worried if you did."

"It's a legitimate hotel with a good reputation. If anything, they'll just be shooting themselves in the foot. Don't worry."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Fu Yu turned the TV to the movie channel and said, "You watch it. I'm going to take a shower."

"What are you looking at?" Tang Ke asked knowingly.

"television."

"I thought I was watching you take a shower."

"That's enough."

"whee."

Tang Ke decided to quit while he was ahead and said, "I don't watch TV."

"Then leave it there. I'll read it after I take a shower."

"oh."

Even though he had promised to be more careful next time, Tang Ke still couldn't keep his mouth shut. She only remembered her resolution after she had finished thinking about it, and slapped her head twice.

…

The next day, Tang Ke got up early and worked hard on her makeup and hair, spending two hours in total.

Fu Yu didn't sleep two hours longer than her. He lay on the bed half asleep, secretly watching her put on makeup from behind, listening to her walking to the bathroom in her slippers, and then sitting back at the table, like a little character in the game "Overcooked".

He got up while she was getting her hair permed. It took him less than ten minutes to wash and change clothes. He also became more adept at putting on contact lenses, so it didn't take him too much time.

Tang Ke carried a small pink crossbody bag and a bag of things in her hand, while Fu Yu held the Polaroid camera for her. The two of them went to the convention and exhibition center fully armed.

From the moment they swipe their ID cards to open the gate, they are no longer three-dimensional office workers who have been ravaged by time and work, but a repeater of "Teacher, can I collect stamps?"

They split up for a while, Tang Ke sorting out fan art by his favorite artists, while Fu Yu went to the main game exhibition hall next door to buy some merchandise. Because there were so many people and the signal was spotty, they agreed to meet at the Shanghaojia booth. Even if they couldn't find anyone, at least they wouldn't go hungry.

When holding the exquisite fan fiction book in his arms, Tang Ke seemed to have forgiven the complexity and injustice of the world all at once. There was nothing here, such as his original family, the pressure of reality, or the difficulties in the workplace. There was only a group of larks who screamed wildly when they saw two paper men kissing.

I am so happy. I am so happy that I want to cry.

Tang Ke was addicted to exchanging useless information and taking photos with the Coser teacher. She didn't take it seriously even when her heels were rubbed and bleeding, thinking it was just a fatal injury.

When she arrived at the "Shanghaojia" stall, Fu Yu was already waiting there. As if he had guessed what she would say, he handed her a bag of snacks in advance.

"Oh! Oh! Mom! How much did you take from them!" Tang Ke was surprised.

"I didn't take it. They gave it to me." Fu Yu pointed behind him, "And there's also Konjac Shuang Weilong Oatmeal Crisp..."

"Hahahahahaha, I accept all of it!"

After touring the venue, they went outside. Many well-known cosplayers were taking photos in the open space, and some cosplayers formed a wild interactive group around them, interacting one after another. Tang Ke found a good seat that offered a full view of the square and was not crowded. She pulled Fu Yu to sit down.

"Take a break and eat something." She opened a pack of "Shanghaojia" to replenish her energy.

Fu Yu helped her unscrew the water bottle and asked, "Is it hot?"

“A little.”

Although there is a roof over the bench, it is not very cool outside.

Fu Yu took out a round fan with "Jian Wang 3" printed on it from somewhere and started fanning it without warning.

"..." Tang Ke's eyelids twitched. "Where did this come from?"

"It's nothing given by others."

"Are you just waiting for me to say it's hot?"

“Don’t ask questions with answers.”

Tang Ke picked up a snack and stuffed it into his mouth, "Eat it."

After sitting for more than ten minutes, Tang Ke planned to go to Hall 2 to watch the stage activities. Fu Yu was about to stand up when she suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Ah!" Her eyes were full of excitement.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Ke pointed to the front left, "I saw my husband!"

"? Then who am I?"

"Tsk." Tang Ke slapped his shoulder fiercely, "Look! XXX!"

Fu Yu followed her gaze and saw the male protagonist of the game she pushed standing not far away.

No matter what he compares with, he will win.

"Want to go over and collect stamps? I'll take pictures," he said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tang Ke frantically reapplied her lipstick and pursed her lips at him, "Is this okay?"

Although I can't win... Fu Yu raised his hand and wiped away the lip gloss that overflowed from the edge of her lower lip with his fingertips.

But he also has a lot of likes.

"Okay."

"Okay! Go!" Tang Ke picked up his bag and ran.

Even with a black mask on, it was clear that the Coser's makeup was very authentic, and his figure was very close to the original character. Soon, a long queue formed around them. Tang Ke arrived in time, and it was her turn after waiting for four or five more people.

The Coser teacher is obviously an old hand at interaction. He can hold fingers together, kiss hands, make a heart shape with cheeks, and hug with one hand. He is proficient in everything and knows how to do it just right, as if he is very familiar with it.

When it was Tang Ke's turn, she was so nervous that she didn't know what to do. She just stupidly handed her hand over and then knew nothing.

She has been promoting this otome game hero for almost four years, and has spent almost five figures on grain. At her peak, he was her laptop desktop wallpaper and phone screensaver, and she would even edit his voice clips to make her own sleep-inducing audio.

She had thought that her love for him had faded away with the passage of time, but when she saw the similar outline, the memories of the dead came flooding back to her.

The coser teacher used a series of moves on her according to the assembly line. When he finally hugged her with one hand, Tang Ke took half a step back, blushed, and waved her hands, saying it was not necessary.

She shyly covered her chest and left, trotting to Fu Yu's side. The warmth of excitement had not yet subsided, and her voice was still trembling. She asked, "Did you record it?"

"Well, do you want to see it?" Fu Yu played the video.

Tang Ke looked down, shyly tucked his hair behind his ears, his expression changing unpredictably.

"Oh my, I'm so stupid! Oh my, why am I so dumb? My whole face is red... Help me, my gums are showing from laughing, oh my..."

In just three minutes, she orgasmed more than ten times.

Her attention was completely focused on the video, and with so many people moving quickly around her, she was accidentally bumped into. Fu Yu put his arm around her shoulders and led her somewhere else.

Thinking of her behavior, Fu Yu couldn't help but ask: "They all hugged each other, why didn't you hug them in the end?"

"It's not convenient, I'm wearing a skirt today." Tang Ke told the truth.

"Oh." Fu Yu didn't react much.

"Besides, I'm married after all, and he's a male cosplayer. If you..." She spoke in a lower and lower voice, and her words became more and more unclear.

"What?" Fu Yu didn't hear carefully, so he hugged her tighter and put his ear closer.

Tang Ke's neck was still red; the killing power of Bai Yueguang was too long-lasting.

Or maybe, it’s not because of Bai Yueguang.

She shrank her neck, wishing she could burrow into the ground, but if she went any further, she could only burrow into his arms.

"I said my feet hurt!"

Fu Yu looked down and saw that her heel was bleeding.

"Sorry, I didn't notice." He squatted down and held her ankle.

"That's not what I meant..."

She just pulled off a piece of fig leaf to cover herself because she was shy.

Even when she was in high spirits, she was still subconsciously thinking about his feelings, as if she cared not about her skirt or the camera, but about his gaze.

It was as if what she cared about was more than just the cold marriage certificate in the drawer.

"Tang Ke."

Fu Yu raised his head and looked up at her.

"ah?"

"He can't hold me, so can I?"

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Author's words: Fu Yu: The latecomer is the winner [heart]