Lu Jiayang tightly grasped the Daji Pro Max, raised his head slightly and looked into Shen Qingyue's gentle eyes with a hint of smile, and suddenly felt his nose sore.
"But..." Lu Jiayang hesitated and murmured, "But what about work? If we are selected to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, then..."
"Then turn it down," Shen Qingyue said frankly.
Lu Jiayang was shocked: "Turn it down? Such a good opportunity, are we going to just say no? What if they think we're being arrogant? Our first encounter is just starting to get going, we can't afford to make any mistakes!"
It was true that he missed home, but he absolutely did not want the future development of First Encounter to be hindered because of this.
Even if Xiaobao and the others knew about this, they would definitely not agree with him doing this.
Shen Qingyue chuckled and raised his hand to touch his head: "Don't get excited first, listen to me. Am I the kind of person who acts impulsively?"
"Why aren't you?" Lu Jiayang couldn't help but retort, "Last time during the recording of the show, that new photographer accidentally hit me on the shoulder with his camera, and you almost got into a fight right there and then. It scared me a lot."
"...I thought he did it on purpose," Shen Qingyue said awkwardly, "Okay, okay, putting aside that incident, I'm generally not impulsive."
Lu Jiayang nodded: "Then go on."
"Actually, for someone who's just having their first encounter, attending the Spring Festival Gala isn't necessarily a good thing," Shen Qingyue said slowly. "Jiayang, even if you haven't eaten pork, you should have seen pigs run, right? Haven't you watched a lot of Spring Festival Galas over the years?"
"Yes, I watch it every year," said Lu Jiayang.
Shen Qingyue continued, "You should have noticed that most of the stars at the Spring Festival Gala are well-known figures in the entertainment industry. Of course, there are also some rising stars with outstanding abilities, but they are only a minority."
"According to the rules, with your abilities, Jiayang, it shouldn't be a problem for you to perform on the Spring Festival Gala stage. But we're debuting as a group now, and First Encounter's debut concert just ended. Although we have a good reputation, our foundation isn't solid enough."
"Besides..." Shen Qingyue paused and smiled bitterly, "Jiayang, you've already been discriminated against by many netizens because of me. If you participate in the Spring Festival Gala at this time, I'm worried that the effect will be counterproductive."
Lu Jiayang frowned: "But I still think the Spring Festival Gala is a very good opportunity, better than the concert tour we worked so hard to organize."
"You're right. As the saying goes, high risk means high return," Shen Qingyue said, "but for us right now, steady development is the right thing to do. There's no need to challenge high risks."
"...Okay." Lu Jiayang finally gave up and said, "You are my senior, I will listen to you."
"So you don't have any other work during the New Year holidays?"
Shen Qingyue smiled and said, "That depends on whether you really want to go home."
“There’s no end to work. You can take it or not. It doesn’t matter.”
Lu Jiayang looked down at the stick he had been holding in his hand and asked cautiously, "Then... can I really go home and stay for a few days during the New Year?"
"Okay." Shen Qingyue sat down next to him again. "Let's discuss it with the agent tomorrow. Once we're done with this period of work, we won't take on any new work for the time being. You can also have a good rest."
Lu Jiayang was deeply moved. He really didn't expect that Shen Qingyue could take care of him so diligently, consider everything for him, and pay attention to his various little emotions.
When he was a child, Shen Qingyue was an unattainable idol to him and a guiding star on his way to his dreams.
And now, Shen Qingyue is the senior who leads him forward and the brother who helps and takes care of him everywhere.
Lu Jiayang blinked his increasingly sore eyes, sniffed, put the sticks he had taken out back into the wooden pen holder one by one, closed the lid, and put them away like treasures.
"Not playing anymore?" Shen Qingyue joked, "I've written a lot, including overseas travel, a seven-day luxury cruise, and permission to bring Xiaobao over to visit the set..."
Lu Jiayang smiled, turned around to face him, then opened his arms and gently hugged him, resting his chin on his shoulder, whispering softly.
"Thank you, Brother Qingyue"
Shen Qingyue smiled and slowly hugged him back: "Are you happier?"
"Yeah, I'm much happier." Lu Jiayang chuckled softly, "But how did you come up with this lottery game, Brother Qingyue? It's like you're coaxing a child."
"Childish? I think it's quite romantic." Shen Qingyue pinched his ear, "Besides, you are just a child in front of me."
"Children should behave like children and be happy so that they can live a happy life every day."
Lu Jiayang chuckled and pushed him away: "What? I'm still the older brother at home. If you say that, someone who doesn't know me would think I'm so young."
Shen Qingyue looked at him, his eyes flashing with an ambiguous light, and after a while he muttered in a very low voice: "Just be my little friend..."
"Huh? What did you say?" Lu Jiayang, who went to get water, didn't hear clearly and turned his head to ask in confusion.
"nothing"
Shen Qingyue's expression immediately changed. After he finished drinking the water and walked back, he asked with a smile: "Since I made you happy, would you like to consider thanking me?"
"I must thank you," Lu Jiayang said with a chuckle, "What gift do you want?"
"Let me think about it..."
Shen Qingyue's eyes rolled, and then he smiled maliciously: "Jiayang, call me brother and let me hear it."
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