The third prince's ear kiss

The stage lights for the San Gong live broadcast were brighter than ever before, like countless stars shining under the spotlight.

Yunheng stood on the lifting platform, the cold sweat on his palms almost soaking the microphone.

The director's intercom buzzed on the side stage, and the director's voice came through the headset: "Hold steady, Yunheng, your part is very important, don't panic."

He took a deep breath and scanned the dark audience seats below the stage.

The light boards held by fans looked like a sea of ​​stars, half of which had "Yu Xiao" printed on it, and the other half was a double cheering board for him and Yu Xiao. The glittering words "Xiao Heng" made his eyes hurt.

As the music played, the platform slowly rose. Yu Xiao stood in the center of the stage, two buttons of his black shirt undone, his collarbone faintly visible under the light.

The joints of his fingers holding the microphone were distinct, and when he sang "Moonlight over the wheat waves", his eyes were fixed precisely on Yunheng, as if he was fulfilling a promise that spanned mountains and seas.

This is the main stage of the third performance, "Falling Stars", a chorus song about encounter.

During rehearsals, Yu Xiao always said, "This part needs to be more emotional," but every time Yun Heng met his eyes, she would think of the trainees who had been cleared out, the deleted posts, and the fate that had been forcibly reversed, and it felt like there was a thorn stuck in her throat.

"It's your turn." Yu Xiao's voice came through the earphone, with a low and magnetic voice.

Yun Heng suddenly came back to his senses and sang the lines: "The wind stops at the tips of your hair, carrying an unfinished ballad..." His voice was clearer than in the recording, with a little imperceptible tremor, like a mountain spring hitting the rocks.

Fans screamed from the audience, and comments scrolled rapidly across the live screen:

[Ahhh Yunheng's voice is amazing! Such penetrating power!]

But he seems nervous? His shoulders are shaking.

[The prince's eyes are about to turn blue! Help! What's wrong with these two people!]

[Director team, please cut to a close-up! I want to see the interaction!]

The assistant director was indeed obedient and the camera immediately zoomed in to give a close-up of the two.

Yun Heng could see her tense face and the undisguised concentration in Yu Xiao's eyes on the big screen. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she almost sang the wrong lyrics.

As the song reached its climax, Yu Xiao suddenly approached him. His black leather shoes clunked against the stage, each step akin to treading on Yun Heng's heartbeat. He instinctively stepped back, only to be met with a gentle, soothing hand on his shoulder.

"Let's sing together." Yu Xiao handed his microphone to his mouth. The distance between the two of them instantly shortened, and their breaths intertwined.

Yun Heng could smell the faint scent of cedar on him, mixed with the air of stage smoke, creating a disturbing ambiguity. He opened his mouth, but his voice got stuck in his throat. It wasn't until Yu Xiao gave him a look that said, "Don't be afraid," that he finally found his voice.

"The stars falling into your eyes are my unspoken secret..."

Their voices intertwined, Yu Xiao's deep, magnetic voice and Yun Heng's clear, sweet voice forming a wonderful resonance, like the black and white keys of a piano finally finding their most harmonious chord. The cheers from the audience nearly blew the roof off the stage, and the fans' light sticks waved wildly, even the directors on the sidelines looked surprised.

As the final note lingered, Yu Xiao suddenly lowered his head, his lips brushing against Yun Heng's earphones, leaving a warm touch. "You sang beautifully," his voice carried through the microphone, a hint of a smile and an unmistakable tenderness that echoed throughout the room.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Yun Heng's mind went blank, leaving only the residual warmth on his earphones, like a brand burned by a spark. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, vibrating his eardrums and making them buzz more intensely than the beat of a drum.

The fans in the audience went crazy, their screams overwhelming the speakers. The livestream commentary suddenly froze, as if paused, and resumed after a few seconds, flowing so fast it seemed to burn through the screen:

What the heck was that? An ear-kiss? Did I see it wrong?

[No way! This is even being broadcast? The director team must be one of us!]

[I recorded the screen! I watched it in slow motion ten times! It definitely happened! The prince is so good!]

[#Ear kiss is real# I'm going to create an entry first! No one can stop me! ]

[Am I the only one who noticed that Yunheng's ears are completely red? He's definitely moved!]

The entry #耳回吻是真实# shot to the top of the hot search list at rocket speed, followed by the blood-red word "爆".

Related topics popped up like mushrooms after rain, #Yu Xiaoyunheng's third public deification# #Director team kowtow# #Best stage of the year# dominated the hot search list one after another, and even the official media reposted this chorus video with the text "God-like collaboration, full of stage charm."

The lights on the stage gradually dimmed, and Yun Heng was still standing there in a daze, as if her soul had been sucked out.

Yu Xiao reached out and held his wrist, his fingertips slightly warm with sweat, and pulled him to bow and thank the audience.

As he walked off the stage, he could feel the gazes of the trainees around him—envy, jealousy, and some inexplicable inquiry, like countless needles piercing his back.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Yu Xiao's voice rang in his ears, with a hint of a smile, "You did a good job just now."

Yun Heng pulled her hand back abruptly, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg. "What were you doing just now?"

"I'm praising you." Yu Xiao raised his eyebrows, pretending not to understand what he meant, "Didn't you hear it?"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Yun Heng's voice tightened, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the earphone, where the warmth of the other person seemed to still remain. "Why are you so close?"

"The stage effect." Yu Xiao said confidently, but a sly look flashed in his eyes. "Hasn't the director team always said that we don't interact enough?"

The director on the side stage happened to hear this and came over with a smile: "That scene you two just did was amazing! Especially Yu Xiao's in-ear monitor, it was a stroke of genius! I will definitely not edit it in post-production and will release it intact!" He patted Yu Xiao on the shoulder and said, "You are so lucky, Prince. Have you figured it out?"

Yu Xiao smiled and said nothing.

Yun Heng looked at their tacit understanding and suddenly felt that this "stage effect" might have been a planned play from the beginning, and she was the fool who was kept in the dark.

The backstage interview area was already packed with reporters, with cameras pointed at the two people who had just stepped off the stage.

Yun Heng wanted to hide, but Yu Xiao held her shoulders firmly, so she had no choice but to stand under the spotlight.

"Teacher Yu Xiao, was that ear-kiss planned in advance?" The first reporter asked impatiently, the microphone almost poking him in the face.

"I guess so." Yu Xiao's answer was ambiguous, but his eyes fell on Yun Heng, "I want to give the audience a surprise."

"So do you have a special fondness for Teacher Yun Heng?" another reporter pressed, his tone filled with the excitement of watching the fun. "After all, from the first public performance to the third public performance, your interaction has always been very close."

This question was like a bomb, instantly deafening the entire audience. All cameras were focused on Yu Xiao, and even the trainees nearby stopped and pricked up their ears to listen to the answer.

Yun Heng's heart was in her throat, and her fingertips were clenched white, for fear of hearing a more outrageous answer from him.

Yu Xiao was silent for a few seconds, his eyes scanning the cameras below the stage before finally landing on Yun Heng's reddened ears. He suddenly smiled, a smile brighter than the stage lights. "Yes, I like him."

These three words exploded like thunder in the interview area.

The sound of reporters' camera shutters echoed like rain. Yun Heng's mind went blank, and she could only stare blankly at Yu Xiao. His eyes were frank and serious, without the slightest hint of joking.

"It's more than just the love on stage," Yu Xiao added, his voice carried through the microphone to every corner, "it's the kind of love that makes me want to advance with him and go on with him."

The entry #Yu Xiao admits that he likes Yun Heng# instantly ignited the Internet, and its popularity even exceeded the ear kiss just now.

Push notifications from major entertainment accounts flew in like snowflakes, each headline more explosive than the last: "Capital Prince Openly Declares Love for Amateur Trainee, Is the Entertainment Industry About to Change?" "From Forced Teaming to Public Confessions, This Couple's Development Is More Thrilling Than a TV Drama!"

The trainee group at the training base was already buzzing with excitement:

[Oh my god! Master Yu actually said that! He's not afraid?]

[I told you there was something wrong with them! During the rehearsal for the third performance, Young Master Yu kept getting closer to Yun Heng. Turns out it was real!]

[Yun Heng is too calm, isn't he? If it were me, I would have fainted long ago!]

[Am I the only one who noticed the look in Yu Shao's eyes when he looked at Yun Heng just now? That was definitely true love!]

Yun Heng was surrounded by reporters and was only able to escape after the director team intervened. He rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to sober himself up. The boy in the mirror was pale, but his eyes shone with a strange light, as if something was about to break through the earth.

"Why are you running?" Yu Xiao's voice came from behind him, a little helpless, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Yun Heng turned around and looked at his shirt, which was a little messy because of the reporters surrounding him. He suddenly felt annoyed. "Why do you say that? Do you know how much trouble this will cause me?"

"I don't want to hide it anymore." Yu Xiao's voice was serious, and his eyes no longer had the usual playfulness, only a frank expression. "Yun Heng, I like you. This is not a joke, nor is it a stage effect."

The bathroom mirror reflected their figures, so close that their breaths mingled. Yun Heng looked at herself in his eyes and suddenly remembered those clumsy overtures—the awkwardly handwritten love letter, the queue for sweet and sour fish, the off-tune guitar, and the tenderness that brushed past her earpiece on stage just now.

These fragments are like a puzzle, finally putting together a complete shape at this moment.

"I..." Yun Heng opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

"Don't say no." Yu Xiao reached out and pressed his shoulder gently. "Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance, too, okay?"

The other trainees' voices drifted from the hallway, excitedly discussing each other. Yun Heng knew that from the moment Yu Xiao said, "I like him," their relationship had been forever etched in stone. This entanglement, which had begun with capital, had finally revealed its true nature under the spotlight.

He looked into Yu Xiao's serious eyes and suddenly remembered the perfect resonance they had when they sang together on the San Gong stage. Perhaps some fateful encounters were destined from the start.

Yun Heng didn't answer, but simply turned and walked out of the bathroom, the temperature on his earphones still burning. Yu Xiao looked at his back, a determined smile on his lips.

In this game of chase, he finally saw the dawn of victory. And those frantic comments, reporters' questions, and trainees' discussions all became the most grand background sound of this confession.