Chapter 126 Top Streamer [VIP]

In the golden autumn of October, the weather is clear and crisp. Recently, Tianjin and Chengdu have been sunny and rain-free, with cloudless skies even at night.

Qingran's flight was on time and landed at Rongshi Airport at 8 o'clock sharp. The turbulence of landing woke him from his light sleep as he was resting against the U-shaped pillow.

"Hello Qingran, I'm your fan, can I get your autograph?"

Before disembarking, a flight attendant who had served Qingran walked to her seat with a photo in her hand, asking in a low, surprised voice.

Before this, Qingran had no idea that the other person was his fan; their professional skills were truly outstanding.

Qingran took the pen, signed her name on the photo, and as she handed it back, suddenly asked, "What made you a fan of mine?"

When he transmigrated, the original owner had over three million fans, but not many were active. A Weibo post would only get a few dozen or a hundred comments after a few days.

After trending on social media, the number of followers increased slightly to around five million. The number is still not large, but the proportion of active followers has increased, and the number of comments from daily activities can reach four or five hundred.

Qingran asked this question because she wanted to know what these fans thought about the rumors that followed about him.

He had only joined the show midway through, so he didn't really grasp the unspoken rule that show contestants couldn't date. It was only later, when Sister Xi called him to discuss how to appease fans if he was accidentally photographed, that he realized this seemed very important.

Qingran didn't know how to appease his fans; he didn't even understand why they were angry and upset.

He is unlikely to change his choices because of his fans.

The only thing he could do was ask the other person why they were angry and how they could stop being angry. He would do what he could. This was his last act of kindness.

Can't do it? Then forget it.

Anyway, he changed his career path.

The flight attendant happily held up the photo and said, "After watching the opening of 'Shining Star Season 2,' I became a fan of your looks."

Qingran then asked, "What would you think if rumors or relationships about me circulated online?"

The flight attendant's heart skipped a beat. Was this some kind of question? Was she trying to preemptively address her relationship issues?

She blurted out, "Don't go looking for an ugly one!"

Qingran blinked.

Individual cases are not representative. After careful consideration, Qingran regretfully decided against using the flight attendant's answer as a reference.

Because it was a last-minute trip and it was quite late, the airport only had regular passengers coming and going. Qingran, who was well disguised, walked out of the terminal with her head down.

"This way," Brother Wei pointed out, having accurately identified the license plate number among the vehicles.

As he approached, the rear door slid open automatically, revealing Qingran in the van. Only then did Brother Wei get into the front seat.

The van that picked up the person turned around and drove into the night.

"Are you tired?" In the back seat of the van, Mu Xingye helped Qingran take the U-shaped pillow hanging around her neck.

Qingran leaned back in her seat, pulled down her mask, and shook her head: "It's okay, I slept for a while on the plane."

He looked out at the unfamiliar city and asked, "Are we going to the rehearsal venue or the studio?"

"No, let's go back to the hotel and rest." The partition between the front and rear seats wasn't raised, and Mu Xingye held his hand restrainedly. "Aren't you tired after a busy day? There are still two weeks until the concert, so don't worry about not having enough time to practice."

"So thoughtful." Qingran leaned down and kissed the man on the cheek.

Mu Xingye's lips curled up slightly. His gaze met Fix's warning look in the rearview mirror, but he lowered his eyelids and chose not to look.

Given their current relationship, Qingran didn't book any other rooms at the hotel and went straight to stay with Mu Xingye.

The man carried his suitcase, entered the house, squatted down, laid it flat, unzipped it, and picked out a set of pajamas.

Qingran took the pajamas and was about to head to the bathroom when she remembered something.

“I had dinner on the plane, so don’t call me later,” she said, walking closer and hugging the man’s neck as they exchanged a kiss. “I’ll spend time with you again tomorrow.”

Mu Xingye was massaging Qingran's waist with both hands when he heard this, he said, "I'm not in such a hurry."

"Really?" Qingran lowered her eyes and glanced at the evidence of the man's inconsistency.

Mu Xingye concealed his embarrassment with a blank expression.

Qingran looked up and kissed his ear, her voice tinged with a smile as she whispered, "But I like your anxiety."

After saying that, she went to the bathroom, leaving the man standing there with his ears getting hotter and hotter and his neck getting redder and redder.

Raising his hand to touch his burning ears, Mu Xingye's lips curled into an undisguised smile.

He was absolutely certain that he and Qingran were in love with each other!

Although nothing was done, Mu Xingye had sweet dreams that night. When he woke up, the person he liked was in his arms, and even reality was filled with pink bubbles.

What time is it?

As the morning light streamed into the bedroom, Qingran, nestled on his shoulder, asked sleepily.

Mu Xingye kissed his rosy cheeks from sleeping: "It's not nine o'clock yet, baby can sleep a little longer."

It's almost nine o'clock. After tidying up and having breakfast, it will be almost ten o'clock.

Qingran forced himself to wake up, and seeing the man holding her securely with no sign of getting out of bed, asked, "Aren't you busy today?"

Maki Hoshino said, "My job today is to practice with you."

Therefore, he had specially arranged his daily schedule to be full so that he could find time to visit Qingran after she arrived.

He rolled over and covered Qingran, pursing his lips as he asked, "Did you still like it even though you were in a hurry today?"

The exquisite and beautiful face before him magnified, and the only response he received was Qingran's hand hooked behind his neck and pressing down.

Two hours passed after their morning exercise. The two got up, washed up, and got ready, arriving just in time for lunch at 11 a.m.

In the living room, the two sat facing each other on the floor in front of the coffee table. On the left side of the rectangular coffee table were bowls and plates filled with delicious food, and on the right was a flat table supported by a stand.

After they had eaten enough, Mu Xingye pointed out the list of songs he had prepared for the performance: "I have prepared five songs for you, one for an opening duet, and the remaining four are up to you whether you prefer solo or duet."

How many, five?

Qingran interrupted him: "How many songs are you going to sing in total?"

Mu Xingye: "The 26 songs that have been fixed, plus the songs requested by fans, will probably be around 30 more."

Not counting the number of songs requested, there are only 26 songs in total, and Mu Xingye actually made him perform one-fifth of them?

Qingran found it both funny and helpless: "No, that's too much."

The man relaxed, his eyes looking at him with unusual affection and pitiful eyes. His pupils were a deep, dark blue in the natural light, making him look incredibly charming.

Qingran reached out and touched the corner of his eye: "Using your good looks won't work. There are too many, I can't practice them all."

I didn't... Oh, Qingran was praising him for being handsome?

Mu Xingye's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "Ahem, how many songs would you like to perform, baby?"

Qingran extended one index finger.

Mu Xingye's lip line was straightened.

Qingran extended another finger and made a peace sign.

Mu Xingye remained silent.

Qingran pinched his chin, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips, softening her voice: "Hoshino~"

Mu Xingye couldn't maintain his cool demeanor. He forced a smile, but the smile that naturally appeared in his eyes and brows betrayed him. He said with a slight upturn of his lips, "I've rearranged all five songs. Now BAE is only choosing two. I want to make it up to him."

Qingran rested her chin on her hand leisurely, one leg stretched out under the coffee table.

"Hmm." The man frowned and breathed heavily.

The completely transparent glass coffee table allowed people to clearly see what was happening below, but Qingran didn't need to look; she could tell from her senses that the man, who was particularly sensitive to touch, had quickly stood at attention again.

"Is this enough?" He wiggled his toes.

The man lowered his eyes and did not answer; all that could be seen was his increasingly furrowed brow and his increasingly pronounced chest heaving.

Seeing this, Qingran made a move to retract her outstretched right leg.

Mu Xingye reached out and pressed him down, his slender hand caressing the back of his fair, bare foot for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Bae, you've corrupted it."

She became increasingly sensitive and increasingly unable to resist Qingran's teasing.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, the man spoke again, maintaining their current posture: "Babe decides the quantity, and I decide the song selection?"

Seeing that Qingran did not refuse, Mu Xingye clicked on the duet dance choreographed by a professional dance teacher.

Even the accompaniment is Mu Xingye's own song, which has been rearranged with a touch of lazy jazz, and it really suits Qingran.

Qingran looked at the couple's suggestive dance moves on the screen and asked, "You can dance?"

Mu Xingye raised an eyebrow: "I studied old-school for a while when I was a child."

He loves music, and of course he's also familiar with dance, which is closely related to music, and he quite likes it.

The second song Mu Xingye chose was a ballad.

Qingran had heard the original song, and the lyrics were about a single person who enjoys solitude. However, when Mu Xingye adapted it, he added a few slow-paced rap sections, making it sound like the single person had a suitor secretly watching him.

"Do you like it?" Mu Xingye asked him after the two songs finished playing.

The two performance pieces were a duet and a love song duet (?), both of which suited Qingran's style, but he was worried that Qingran would deliberately choose something else to avoid suspicion.

Qingran nodded and said, "It sounds very nice."

He didn't consider avoiding suspicion, and Mu Xingye's expression relaxed a bit.

"Shall we go to the dance studio to practice this afternoon? I've already learned the dance for 'Shadow.' We'll practice during the day and learn 'Lonely Diary' slowly in our spare time. No need to rush, we have plenty of time."

Qingran: "I know 'Lonely Diary,' but I only know the original song."

Mu Xingye only heard the first half of the sentence, when he heard Qingran say that she would listen to his songs in private, and he immediately felt an urgent desire for the concert to come soon.

Mu Xingye doesn't consider himself a show-off, but he always makes an exception when he's around Qingran.

"Shall we go out now?" he asked, standing up.

Qingran glanced at his waist and abdomen: "You're going out like this?"

Mu Xingye looked down and frowned: "It'll be fine in a bit."

Qingran teased, "Will it really be better in a while?" He knew Mu Xingye's condition; once he had desires, it was hard for him to suppress them.

At this point, he had forgotten that he was the one who was truly responsible.

He forgot, but Mu Xingye didn't.

The man walked around the coffee table and picked up the person who was watching the show: "Babe, help me so we can get out of the house sooner."

Qingran, who was placed on the sofa, narrowed her eyes, tilted her head back, and sighed softly.

"Be gentle, I just had lunch, I don't want a stomachache."

"Hmm." A muffled reply came from his chest.

At 2 p.m., the two dressed neatly and prepared to go out.

The man straightened Qingran's wide-brimmed blue fisherman's hat and his own mask, then touched his flat stomach.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

He asked the question somewhat hesitantly, because he seemed to have seen a bulge appear here earlier.

Qingran lazily slapped his hand away.

Should he say he's exceptionally talented or that Mu Xingye is exceptionally talented? Only someone with cultivation could handle it, tsk.

He lifted his foot and walked straight out.

“Bae”.

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

Mu Xingye:( ^▽^ )

The dance studio was not far from the hotel, about a ten-minute drive away. The two of them took off their disguises only after entering the private dance studio.

The assistants dropped the person off, left them with some bottled water to quench their thirst, and then left. Fix went to supervise the concert venue setup, while Wei wandered around the studio to make sure he could appear promptly if the artist needed him.

Qingran and Mu Xingye began practicing their dance over and over again.

Qingran remembers the movements very quickly, and after a few repetitions, she can remember them almost perfectly. Then she slowly works on the details.

Previously, the system helped him make adjustments, but now the person helping him make adjustments has become Mu Xingye.

A captivating melody played from a portable speaker in the corner. Mu Xingye supported Qingran's waist from behind, dancing like the song title, truly like a shadow that never left Qingran's side.

After going over the details again, the man lowered his head and kissed Qingran's shoulder: "Sometimes I wish baby wouldn't learn so fast."

Qingran looked at the person in the mirror with a questioning gaze.

Mu Xingye affectionately put his arm around his waist: "That would mean I'd have far fewer opportunities to get close to babe."

He enjoyed working with Qingran, or rather, it wasn't work at all, but rather a perk.

Qingran turned around and glanced at him sideways: "Aside from dancing, how often have you touched me?"

After jumping a few times, he was a little tired, so he went to sit down by the wall. Mu Xingye followed closely behind, and after sitting down, he pulled him close.

How come I never noticed before that Mu Xingye is so clingy?

Qingran asked helplessly, "Aren't you hot?"

Mu Xingye said he wasn't hot, but Qingran's body temperature was cool, and holding her in his arms felt like holding a soft, cold piece of jade.

After answering, she unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, so that Qingran wouldn't argue with him about whether it was hot or not.

Qingran took the bottled water, drank a couple of sips, handed it back to the man, and then checked her phone to see if there were any unread messages.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be true.

Mu Xingye finished the rest of the water, tightened the cap, put the empty bottle aside, and then looked down at his phone.

The message came from Sister Xi, saying that the period drama "The Strategist," in which Qingran had a cameo role, has been scheduled to air in December. A promotional video featuring Qingran will be released in a few days, and Qingran should remember to share it.

"The release date has been set so soon?" Qingran asked in surprise.

He thought he would have to wait a year or two.

Although Qing Ran had a guest appearance in "The Strategist", his total screen time was not short, totaling more than ten minutes. He survived from the first few episodes to the last few episodes in the forty-episode series. Although his role was small, his presence was always felt.

Sister Xi said the director must really appreciate him, otherwise he would have cut all of his scenes.

Getting back to the point, since Sister Xi had already sent him the promotional video, Qingran casually clicked on it to take a look.

Mu Xingye rested his chin on his shoulder, initially looking somewhat indifferent, but when Qing Ran appeared in a night outfit, he immediately perked up and watched intently.

In the short film, which is just over three minutes long, Qingran appears in a long shot for about ten seconds, walking in the night, holding a long knife, and killing people under the cover of darkness.

Mu Xingye watched it once and then clicked to replay it, fast-forwarding to watch it a second and third time... his expression was even more serious and focused than when he appeared on screen.

Seeing that he wanted to watch it a fourth time, Qingran moved the phone further away: "What did you see?"

Mu Xingye looked at the person on the screen who had just killed someone, removed their mask, and used blood to create a red mole at the corner of their eye, their face indifferent and eerie. Then he looked at the bright eyes and gentle smile in front of him, turned his head and kissed the smiling lips.

"Bae, I like you the way you are."

Qingran on the screen was undoubtedly beautiful, but Mu Xingye only felt a pang of sadness and tenderness upon seeing her.

If Qingran knew what he was thinking, she would probably be speechless. He was the one who killed, so shouldn't the one who was killed seem more deserving of pity?

After resting for a while, they continued practicing dancing. The two stayed in the dance studio until after 6 p.m., then had dinner, returned to the hotel, and practiced singing for half an hour to an hour before bed. The day was over.

Singing is relatively simpler than dancing. During this time, Qingran even recorded a studio version of "Lonely Diary" at the man's strong request.

As time went by, Qingran's dancing became more and more skillful. Going to the dance studio was no longer about Mu Xingye helping him refine the movements, but rather the two of them working together to work on the details of the movements.

That day was the last time the two came to the dance studio. During practice, Qingran's phone suddenly vibrated.

"Sister Xi, has the 'Strategist' magazine released a promotional video?" Qingran asked as she answered the phone.

It seems that Sister Xi recently told him about this matter.

Sister Xi's tone was serious on the other end of the phone.

"No, someone posted photos online of you and Mu Xingye entering and leaving the same hotel."

Saying they stayed at the same hotel was a euphemism; the two were clearly going in and out together.

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