Should we send a reply?
"What the heck! Bro!?" Jiang Songyun jumped up excitedly, leaning on the dining table. "So you live with Janus?! Whoa—"
Jiang Songhe's lips twitched slightly. Glancing past Jiang Songyun, she saw the group of people glancing sideways. In a low but hesitant voice, she stopped them, saying, "...You, you sit down! Keep your voice down!!!"
"Hey, there aren't many people here who can understand the porcelain script... You tell me first, isn't that right?!" Jiang Songyun muttered as he sat down, obediently lowering his voice, but his thirst for knowledge remained undiminished.
When she confessed just now, Jiang Songhe deliberately avoided mentioning who lived in the other half of the twin suite on the top floor.
Subtle word choice and keen observation took over her mind, and Jiang Songhe momentarily forgot that Qiao Naxi was Jiang Songyun's idol.
Young minds don't always keep their mouths shut, and Jiang Songyun's ambiguous statement inadvertently became the background information for Jiang and Qiao last night.
Jiang Songhe denied it with a rhetorical question, and then added a meticulous correction that implied a desire to keep to themselves: "What do you mean we live together?! He lives in A, and I live in B."
Realizing his anger, he added, "From now on, we'll just be on the same floor at most."
Jiang Songyun scratched his head: "Otherwise, what other relationship could you two have?"
Jiang Songhe choked, took a slow sip of coffee, then put it down. After finishing his routine, he steered the conversation back to the main topic: "You're not angry with your brother?"
"I'm angry—"
The coffee cup was suddenly squeezed and cracked.
"That would be a bit ungrateful! That's Janus! Hey bro, have you met my idol yet? Do you think he'll be staying here for a while? Can I move upstairs and stay with you? Would it be too creepy for a fan to move next door just to spy on his idol? Let me think, let me think... No, I'm a player now, I can't break the rules of the competition for my own selfish desires. Ugh, so annoying..."
Jiang Songyun started rambling on and on, looking a bit obsessed.
"...Let's eat first, don't we have classes this afternoon?" Jiang Songhe tapped on the opposite table to remind them, then pointed to the buffet in the distance.
While Jiang Songyun went out to find food, Jiang Songhe reassessed the pros and cons of the plan to "improve her younger brother's accommodation."
The "benefit," of course, is to allow the younger brother to rest better during the upcoming matches.
Jiang Songyun mentioned "sweating profusely every day," which indicates that the training intensity is very high. Although his asthma has not recurred for a long time, he must not be careless. He should at least let Jiang Songhe check on him every few days to make sure that he is in good condition.
The problem lies in tracing back to the beginning. Jiang Songhe still firmly believes that acting is the right path for Jiang Songyun.
Putting aside the possibility that Kang Song-yoon might learn the reason for his re-entry from Jonathan, if Kang Song-yoon is allowed to get close to Jonathan, the right track will inevitably be affected and derailed. Idols have a short career span, while actors only become popular through experience.
The balance between "advantages" and "disadvantages" swayed on both sides of Jiang Songhe's mind until Jiang Songyun sat down across the table again.
After sitting down, Jiang Songyun remained silent, staring at a spot on his plate as he wolfed down his food for a while. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "I was so hungry I almost fainted, and my brain was a bit off."
Then he picked up a chicken leg, looked at it, and continued, "You don't know, Nasi is actually very good to me. He doesn't just see me as a fan; he remembers what I said, that believing in me is really great, and he even let me participate in the recording of his unreleased new single..."
Just now he was calling me Janus, how come he suddenly changed to calling me "brother"?
As Jiang Songyun's only brother, Jiang Songhe felt a surge of sour anger when he heard his younger brother utter the word "brother" again. He felt excluded from this "brotherly friendship."
"Wait a minute, when did you participate in the recording of Jonathan's new single? 'He's very nice to you'? When I wasn't around, he was very close to you?" Jiang Songhe interrogated.
“Well, on that day of the sleepless night…” Jiang Songyun’s chicken leg trembled.
"You even know about sleep patterns?!" Jiang Songhe's voice suddenly tightened.
In other words, on the day of the sleepless night, before Jonathan and Jiang Songhe had their one-night stand, Jonathan was with Jiang Songyun. Jiang Songyun always thought that Jiang Songhe had lost her room key at the Rosewood, but that was not the case. Jonathan took advantage of Jiang Songyun's lack of vigilance and deliberately stole it.
The wavering scales suddenly tilted towards the "disadvantages" and plummeted to the bottom.
Absolutely, Song Yun must not be allowed to have such an opportunity to get close to Jonah.
"You two really have a lot to talk about," Jiang Songhe joked, a little awkwardly. "What else did you two talk about? Tell me, so your brother can learn something from you?"
“I would like to talk about it… but he was so busy. He handed me over to the arranger that day and left. I only heard about Mianri when we were chatting with the arranger around the end of the day. The only time we saw each other again was on the first day of training camp,” Jiang Songyun said wistfully.
Jiang Songhe took another sip of coffee and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, that's not the point! My point is that Nassi let a newcomer like me participate in such an important and private project, which means he thinks I can succeed! I can't let him down, and I certainly can't use that trust to do anything else for him!"
Looking at Jiang Songyun's innocent face, Jiang Songhe thought to herself, "Heh, it's hard to say who's using whom."
"So, I've made up my mind!" Jiang Songyun gripped the chicken leg bone tightly, as if making a vow. "I can't live upstairs with you! I want to have many opportunities to interact with my idol, but it has to be on the Star Show stage, and it has to be an opportunity that I earn honestly and fairly through my own abilities!"
The dilemma of "advantages" and "disadvantages" was resolved by the key figure. After his initial surprise, Jiang Songhe, from the perspective of someone with a close relationship to him, added, "Then you should make sure to nourish yourself properly. Tell me what you like to eat now, and I'll make it for you."
Jiang Songhe didn't ask Jiang Songyun if he really didn't like corn and shrimp dumplings anymore.
“I’m consuming a lot of energy these days, so I’m not picky at all. I’ll eat whatever you make.” Jiang Songyun finally remembered the chicken leg in his hand, quickly ate it all up and swallowed it whole. After cleaning up the remaining food on his plate, he wiped his mouth and said, “It’s just that there’s no set time, so you have to wait for my message.”
He then picked up a tray in one hand and a water bottle in the other, stood up to leave: "I started later than many of the competitors, and I need to 'make up for it' not only physically, but also in terms of practice. From now on, if I don't send you a WeChat message an hour before mealtime, don't wait for me! I'm replying now, bro, I'm going to miss class!"
After saying that, he ran off in a hurry.
Jiang Songhe digested the information he had at the location for a while, then took out his phone and searched for the location of a large supermarket in the vicinity on a map app. Afterwards, he left the restaurant, went down the building, and hailed a taxi back to the Tang Dynasty Hotel.
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Once inside the elevator, Jiang Songhe had already mentally prepared a week's worth of nutritious meals.
When he reached for the top button, he realized that he had brought back the half-finished cup of coffee.
"You should drink this one, bro. You seem to need it more than I do. Look, it's seriously affecting your looks." He remembered Jiang Songyun saying that to him.
The blurry metallic reflection on the elevator door split in two. He stepped out, picked up his coffee, and took a big gulp.
The door to the room next to room B was wide open, and there was still no sign of an infrared device being installed on the wall outside the door.
Jiang Songhe moved the coffee from his right hand to his left, took out his room card, and was about to open the door when his left hand suddenly felt light, and his wrist was pulled away by a loop.
Slurp.
An annoying noise reached Jiang Songhe's left ear. He raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the sound.
Jonathan changed out of his awful red velvet bathrobe and into an oversized rabbit fur sweater. While the neckline wasn't as low as the bathrobe, the thin, draping fabric clung to his body, clearly revealing his chest muscles.
The man leaned lazily against the door, sipping Jiang Songhe's coffee from her hand, without showing the slightest sign of yielding or concession. He even seemed to think Jiang Songhe's arm wasn't long enough, so he increased the force, pulling the hand holding the coffee closer to him.
The empathy stemming from her obsessive-compulsive disorder preceded any feeling of being offended. Jiang Songhe frowned and said, "Tsk, I've already drunk it."
Jonathan looked as if he had just woken up, with a hint of sleepiness in his eyes. After taking a blast of caffeine, his eyes lit up at a visible speed, and along with his eyes, his mouth, which seemed to be unable to resist making lewd remarks, also became bright.
"What does it matter? I don't mind that you're dirty." Jonathan pushed the empty glass back to Jiang Songhe. "Anyway, your saliva..."
Jiang Songhe pulled his hand away and thudded the empty glass into the trash can hidden in the corner between the two doors, inside a flower basket. He said sarcastically, "As an artist, don't you have any basic common sense? You just drink someone else's beverage without asking me to put something unclean on you?"
Jonah had probably been too well protected by the company and had never considered this issue. Upon hearing this, he was momentarily lost in thought, as if imagining some unthinkable possibility.
After a moment, he blinked and, continuing his playboy-like flippant tone, teased, "If you really can't get over this, how about this: I'll give you a chance to get revenge. Do you want it?"
Jiang Songhe squinted, neither saying yes nor no.
Jonah straightened up and moved closer to Jiang Songhe step by step: "What kind of unclean thing do you want to put on me, hmm? Anything is fine, you can put it on me right in front of me, whether it's a drug or poison, I'll gladly accept it, want to try?"
As soon as he said "try," Jonah had already put his arm around Jiang Songhe's arm, pressing his hand against the wall behind her. As he leaned over, Jiang Songhe took a step to the side and strode into room B.
With a loud bang.
He slammed the door shut.
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