Chapter 59: Wouldn’t it be romantic to open the screen?
Su Xingshu could hardly suppress his expression. He stared at her, his light brown eyes clear and beautiful, the fire burning in them reminded people of the futile struggle of a trapped beast.
"What about me?" He grabbed her wrist and half-forced her to look into his eyes.
When did this happen? They were clearly not in the same class, and it was just because of that ridiculous tutoring session?
Su Xingshu curled the corner of his mouth and sneered in his heart, thinking that being a fool is not bad at all.
"you?"
Fu Liangxia looked at him, thinking that since he'd already been conquered, what use was there left? So, she smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Su, you're joking. Weren't you the one who disliked me? Why are you questioning me now? Are all men born with mean tempers? When I was kind, you looked down on me, but now that I'm on good terms with your good brother, you're acting like this?"
She took a step forward, raised her head, stared into his eyes, and smiled meaningfully: "Mr. Su, are you jealous?"
Su Xingshu felt that the current posture seemed too dangerous, as if he could kiss the other person's lips if he lowered his head.
“…”
Su Xingshu looked at her, looked at that little mouth that always said annoying things, and an inexplicable emotion appeared on his face.
"...Jealous?" He spoke, repeating her question in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Why else would Young Master Su come to my house so late at night and stop me to question me?" Fu Liangxia's face suddenly showed a hint of disbelief. "Exercise?"
Su Xingshu was silent for a moment, as if he was trapped by her question and was unable to speak for a long time.
The atmosphere fell into silent silence for a moment.
So, he came to question her without even figuring out why he was behaving so strangely.
Fu Liangxia realized something from the other person's expression and felt it was absurd and funny.
She broke free from Su Xingshu's hand, walked past him, and headed towards the stairs with her cell phone in hand.
However, after taking a few steps, Fu Liangxia heard a hesitant male voice behind him: "What if I say yes?"
What if he said it was just out of jealousy?
Fu Liangxia paused slightly, without turning back, his voice still cold, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he saw a fish taking the bait.
"Then prove it to me," she said calmly and slowly, "Prove it to me that you are a better choice than Fu Haoyao."
After saying that, she went upstairs without looking back.
Only Su Xingshu was left there. When he heard a word she said, his back suddenly stiffened and a complicated expression appeared on his face.
Is there a better choice than Fu Haoyao?
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Su Xingshu went upstairs to check on Fu Liedong's condition. Seeing that he was fast asleep, not knowing what day it was, he left Fu's house. As he drove away, his eyes swept across a lighted window.
The curtains were not completely drawn, and a thin figure could be seen looming in them. The moonlight was hazy, like a painting.
Su Xingshu took a deep look, then retracted his gaze and drove back home.
Su Xingshu owns several properties off campus, but he usually lives in the one-story apartment in the Papal District. This is the city's entertainment center, where agencies, film crews, and TV stations are located. It is also convenient for him to get to performance venues or recording studios from his apartment.
Outside, tall buildings stood side by side, their lights shining brightly. Through a wide French window, Su Xingshu sat quietly on the sofa facing the window, showing no emotion at all to appreciate the night view he was already used to.
He clicked into the circle of friends, scrolled down casually, and saw the photo posted by Fu Haoyao again.
But this time, Su Xingshu did not feel as much disbelief as he did the first time he saw it, nor did he instinctively not want to face it.
He forced himself to click on the photo, endured the inexplicable bitterness in his heart, and began to think about what Fu Liangxia said -
"Prove to me that you are a better choice than Fu Haoyao."
How can he prove that he is better than the other party?
Su Xingshu unconsciously pressed the lighter in his hand, and the flickering flame illuminated the boy's handsome face as he looked lost in thought.
He had quit smoking a long time ago to protect his throat, but the boredom that surged in his heart today made him eager to use something to fill the void.
Su Xingshu had never felt so bad for any girl before.
He always makes other girls feel uncomfortable.
He thought for a long time on the sofa until he accidentally broke the button of the lighter due to his excessive force.
Su Xingshu finally figured out where he could surpass others——
Sing.
With this thought flashing through his mind, Su Xingshu casually threw the lighter into the trash can, then jumped up from the sofa and rushed into the audio-visual room.
Su Xingshu knows that he is good-looking and can sing well, otherwise he would not have become a nationally popular idol, with his online records selling out and his concerts being packed.
But he didn't know that Fu Liangxiaxi didn't like rock music.
Su Xingshu's eyes fell on the guitar in the corner, and he thought, he likes rock, but rock and folk music are also okay.
If you don't like rock and folk songs, Su Xingshu doesn't mind broadening his music range and developing into pop music.
As for what he said when he first entered the industry, "I will never write songs for others in my life, it's all bullshit", he had long forgotten it.
Shit is shit, he is a dog, so what?
No matter how good he is at Fu Er, he won't be able to do this, right?
Su Xingshu thought, fortunately he still had an advantage.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but soon fell again.
So what attracted her to Fu Er? Was it its purity?
Unfortunately, this quality is a rare thing for him.
But so what? As adults, it's okay to be a little more thoughtful.
Just like now, Su Xingshu picked up a pure black guitar and changed into a thin jersey, revealing his strong and powerful arms. The collar, which was larger than ordinary clothes, clearly revealed a corner of his chest muscles.
Flirting openly and secretly.
He just sat there with the night sky visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and sang a little love song in front of the camera.
The bustling street scene and simple melody were sung in a moving way by the boy.
Su Xingshu looked at the video on his phone, wondering if he would appear too showy, as if he was a person who lacked male ethics.
Just think about it, he can't even provide this kind of benefits to his fans. How shameless!
Clicking on Fu Liangxia's profile picture, he hesitated whether to send it or not, as if it would make him seem narcissistic. Who would specifically send a singing video to someone else?
Thinking of this, Su Xingshu retreated again. It would not be good to be too deliberate. He had to think of a natural and unpretentious way.
So he posted on his Moments, visible only to Fu Liangxia.
Will she listen?
Su Xingshu didn't know that after he sent the message, he stared at the girl's avatar in the message bar for a long time, looking forward to a little red dot, but also afraid of the appearance of a little red dot.
He clicked into his Moments and kept refreshing it, not knowing what he was expecting.
A feeling of uneasiness I have never experienced before, a brand new experience.
Su Xingshu told himself that this was normal, and he felt the same way every time he released a new song.
It is normal to be anxious about waiting for the audience's test, but this time, there is only one audience member.
But Fu Liangxia is so busy, will he have time to watch it? Shouldn’t he be more proactive?
Su Xingshu thought for a moment and opened the dialog box with the other party: [Are you busy? How is your brother? ]
Fu Liangxia was writing furiously when she received the message. When she saw his words, she pulled her lip and felt funny. It turned out that Su Xingshu could be so awkward in finding topics to talk about.
Her brother was just drunk, so what? He just fell into a pulp.
Fu Liangxia: [If you care so much about Fu Liedong, why didn't you stay and take care of him just now? ]
Su Xingshu only saw one word in the whole sentence, "stay".
He couldn't help but think divergently. If he stayed at Fu's house, then rounding it off, he would be in the same space with her... If we ignore that drunkard Fu Liedong, what's the difference between a single man and a single woman being in the same room and a date?
Su Xingshu's mouth curled up.
He typed: [You know he's just making an excuse.]
Fu Liangxia: [Oh?]
Su Xingshu: [I recorded a new song today. Do you have time to listen to it?]
Fu Liangxia smiled inexplicably when she saw this: [Okay, top secret version?]
Su Xingshu: [Exclusive.]
Then Fu Liangxia received the video recorded by the other party. The cover was a face that looked good in any screenshot, and the spring scenery between the empty collar.
Fortunately, there is a scheming man.
Fu Liangxia sneered inwardly, but his hand clicked in honestly.
In the video, Su Xingshu lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers casually plucking the strings, his posture was lazy, but there was an inexplicable bewitching attraction.
It's really a gift from God. This was the first reaction that came to Fu Liangxia's mind when she saw him singing.
Su Xingshu’s popularity is definitely not just due to his beautiful face.
His voice is low and hoarse, somewhere between that of a teenager and a young adult. There is no hint of showmanship in his voice, but he makes an ordinary song sound high-end and niche.
It sounds good, but it’s more than just good.
I have to say that the idol’s filter does give him extra points, but when he holds the microphone, even his aura and atmosphere are different.
Especially the moment when he looked up at her at the end of the video, he seemed to be able to penetrate the screen and look into her eyes. He was so handsome that people wanted to scream.
It is a more advantageous bargaining chip than welfare photos.
Fu Liangxia felt better. She curved her lips and said, "Are you really only singing for me?"
Su Xingshu: [Yes.]
Su Xingshu: [How is it?]
Fu Liangxia: [It sounds nice.]
The fan club will probably find it nice too.
With a flick of her finger, she neatly packaged the video and sent it to the president of the fan club.
When Su Xingshu saw her reply, he immediately stopped wondering if this was too flirtatious and raised his eyebrows:
【Just like it. 】
It doesn’t matter if it’s cool or not, as long as it’s useful.
Maybe she just likes flirty ones? Can Fu Er be as good as him?
Su Xingshu fell happily on the sofa, holding up his mobile phone, the light illuminating his handsome eyebrows and eyes among his scattered hair.
His eyes wandered over those three words, and suddenly he saw another message from the other party: [Wouldn't it be romantic if we could listen to music by the campfire while camping?]
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