Chapter 3 What the hell is Chi Xin secretly promising? !
Soon, Cheng Luanxin's live broadcast ended. She said goodbye to the staff and walked out of the live broadcast room with a brisk pace, looking very happy and cheerful.
Song Qiuchi: "..."
I don't understand how she can be so complacent.
Cheng Luanxin: "How is it? Did you see it? Is my performance okay?"
Song Qiuchi: "...How do you define acceptable?"
Cheng Luan thought to herself, "All you asked of me was to be generous and decent. I think I was being very generous and decent, right? I was able to answer most of the questions, and I managed to get away with the ones I couldn't answer perfectly. I even got the chance to promote my new song. Isn't that wonderful?"
Song Qiuchi: "..."
You might think it's beautiful.
Cheng Luanxin was still immersed in herself: "How come my acting is so good? I'm simply a movie queen! You don't have any other work today, right? If not, let's go home and pack up."
Song Qiuchi held his breath and said, "...Let's go."
The two first went to Cheng Luanxin's house which was closer.
Cheng Luanxin grew up in an ordinary family. She just officially entered the entertainment industry last year and didn't have much savings, so she rented a suite in Yunsong Apartment in the city center, which served as both a resting place and a studio.
However, this studio usually had no guests, and even if they did, they couldn't even stand still. The room was already cramped, and it was filled with recording equipment. Cheng Luanxin wasn't a tidy person, so she didn't bother to tidy up anything. She was lucky enough to keep the air fresh and odor-free.
Cheng Luanxin walked into the house familiarly, tiptoed around the messy piles of things on the floor, and walked into the bedroom.
She turned around and looked at Song Qiuchi: "Aren't you coming in?"
Song Qiuchi frowned: "How can you let me in?"
Cheng Luanxin: "You came in the same way you left. It's like you flew out of my house this morning."
Song Qiuchi took a breath and walked into the room with a stiff face.
Cheng Luanxin shrugged: "We're all doing well, why are you being so pretentious?"
Song Qiuchi: "..."
Song Qiuchi looked around the messy room and asked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable living in such an environment every day?"
Cheng Luan was puzzled: "Why should I feel uncomfortable? Isn't it most important to be comfortable in your own home?"
She opened the wardrobe, picked out a few brightly colored clothes, and was about to pack them into the suitcase.
Song Qiuchi stopped her and looked at the fancy clothes with a puzzled look: "You don't need to bring these, the program team will provide you with clothes..."
"How can the clothes provided by the program team show my style? I have to wear casual clothes for a few days, right?"
Song Qiuchi really didn't want to show off this style, and said bluntly: "I can't wear these clothes."
"Why can't I wear it? It fits perfectly..." Cheng Luanxin just realized what Song Qiuchi meant, her eyes widening as she said, "Song Qiuchi, do you look down on my taste?"
Song Qiuchi: "...This doesn't suit me very well."
"Who cares if it's a good match for you? You're Cheng Luanxin now, so it's enough if you're a good match for me." Cheng Luanxin packed her clothes, picked up a red guitar from the corner, and stuffed it into Song Qiuchi's arms: "You have to take this with you too. Wherever there's Cheng Luanxin, there must be it."
Song Qiuchi: "...I can't play it, what if I get caught?"
Cheng Luanxin: "Then I don't care. You have to maintain my image, just like I did for you today."
Song Qiuchi was too tired to complain, so he took a deep breath and picked up his guitar.
Cheng Luanxin glanced at her and said, "That's not how you hold a guitar. Don't break it. This is my favorite little tomato."
Song Qiuchi stiffened her body and let Cheng Luanxin help her adjust the posture, and finally she succeeded in controlling the little tomato.
Cheng Luan nodded with satisfaction and began to pack various beauty products. Song Qiuchi was dazzled by the sight and picked up a folder next to him.
The folder contained sheet music and lyrics. Flipping through it, she came across the recently popular love song "Nowhere to Tempt Her." The song, originally performed by the popular singer Bai Xin, boasts a delicate and melodious tune, making it incredibly popular on various short video sites and attracting numerous covers.
The songwriter of the song is the same person, Luantu.
Song Qiuchi was stunned: "Luantu, is it you?"
Cheng Luanxin glanced at her and said, "It's me."
Song Qiuchi flipped the page and asked, "Chun He Jing Ming is you too?"
Cheng Luanxin nodded: "It's me."
Song Qiuchi continued to flip through the pages: "Cetus is you too?"
Cheng Luan thought to herself, "The book you have in your hand is all my work. There are also some unpublished works and some I wrote for others. Just keep it to yourself and don't tell anyone else."
Song Qiuchi was somewhat impressed: "I didn't expect your style to be so diverse."
Cheng Luan was pleased with herself: "Of course not. Don't you see who your sister is?"
Song Qiuchi closed the folder and said, "It's better to put such an important thing away."
Cheng Luanxin said indifferently: "Just leave it there, no one is coming anyway. If it is stolen, I will come to you."
"One must always be on guard against others." Song Qiuchi looked at her helplessly and placed the folder on the top of the bookshelf.
The two packed their boxes at Cheng Luanxin's house and then went to Song Qiuchi's house.
Unlike the small apartment rented by Cheng Luanxin, Song Qiuchi lives alone in a two-story villa with spacious space and a clean and tidy house.
Now, it was Song Qiuchi's turn to speak: "We have a vacuum cleaner and a robot vacuum at home. You only need to do some simple tidying up. Every Wednesday and Friday at 8 am, a housekeeper will come to clean the house. Remember not to sleep in."
Cheng Luanxin: "Why can't I sleep in? Will Auntie wake me up?"
Song Qiuchi: "...it will affect my personal image."
Cheng Luanxin curled her lips, looking disgusted.
Song Qiuchi also packed her clothes neatly. The clothes she chose were all in the elegant style of a young lady, which was the opposite of what Cheng Luanxin chose.
Although her movements were quick and decisive, she was more meticulous and packed a wide variety of items. By the time she finished packing her suitcase, Cheng Luanxin had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
I saw her with her shoulders folded in a twisted posture, her head resting on the pillow, her legs slightly curled up but still stretching out of the sofa because they were too long, and slippers hanging on her feet.
Song Qiuchi took a deep breath. This scene was too weird. She had never lay on the sofa with shoes on in her life.
At this moment, with a "click", the slippers fell to the ground.
Cheng Luanxin folded her legs, slowly turned over, and opened her sleepy eyes: "Are you done?"
Song Qiuchi nodded: "I have written down the usage and dosage of skin care products for you. Do you know how to operate the electrical appliances at home? If not, I can teach you."
She felt that Cheng Luanxin probably wouldn't use those electrical appliances. After all, an hour ago, she had just witnessed how Cheng Luanxin threw away a pile of takeout boxes.
As expected, Cheng Luan thought to herself, "I just checked the food delivery app. You have a lot of delicious food here, enough for me to eat for a while."
Song Qiuchi: "Those things are unhealthy."
"It's not clean, but you won't get sick if you eat it. Let me eat it for you for a while, and I guarantee that all your problems will be gone."
Song Qiuchi: "..."
Song Qiuchi figured that even if she taught Cheng Luanxin, she would probably still order takeout. She simply stopped dwelling on the issue and sat down across from her. "Cheng Luanxin, my susceptible period is from the 16th to the 20th of every month. Remember to get the inhibitor injection a day beforehand. One shot is enough. If you feel unwell during the susceptible period, you can get an extra shot. How about you?"
Cheng Luanxin frowned. "My period isn't fixed every month, so I always carry medicine with me and take it when I feel the need. Can't you take medicine too? I don't dare give myself an injection."
Song Qiuchi said: "Injections are safer and more stable. Once you get used to it, it's fine. Injections into the deltoid muscle of the upper arm are painless and you can do it yourself."
Cheng Luanxin disagreed: "I don't want it. I'm scared just listening to it. You should take medicine instead."
Song Qiuchi: "...I won't take medicine. If you don't dare to fight me, I'll fight for you."
Cheng Luanxin: "Wouldn't that still hit me? I don't want it."
Song Qiuchi corrected: "To be precise, this is my body. I have absolute control over it."
Cheng Luanxin: "It's me who's hurt, not you!"
Song Qiuchi pretended not to hear: "Then it's settled. I'll be responsible for injecting you with the inhibitor on the 15th of every month."
Cheng Luan angrily said, "Song Qiuchi, why are you so selfish? It's really unlucky for me to swap bodies with you."
Song Qiuchi's patience was almost exhausted: "You are no less capable than me."
"I won't fight. I just won't fight. I won't let you find me on the 15th." Cheng Luan muttered dissatisfiedly, took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo.
As she brushed, her expression gradually froze.
"Why did I suddenly gain so many followers? What the hell is Chi Xin An Xu?!"
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