Chapter 64: They are the closest family...
Shang Que was delighted. "Stand up, Knight Chuanchuan." She then suggested, "Since we're all here, why don't I try the lift? Otherwise, I won't be able to rehearse in the next few days."
"Are you busy these days?"
"Yes, after all, I've joined the crew. The female lead has a lot of scenes in this drama, so I'll probably have to shoot from morning till night for the next few days." Shang Que assured him, "But don't worry, I can still make time on the day of the concert. I just won't have time to rehearse with you guys, so it's best to take advantage of today to mark your positions."
"Does Her Royal Highness really need to do such a trivial matter personally?" Ji Jingchuan said as if it was a matter of course, "I will stand in your place, you just need to watch from below."
"What about your part?" Shang Que tilted his head. "Don't we still have the point where you're leading me off the stage? You can't do my part and I can't do yours, right?"
That seems to be true.
"But..." Ji Jingchuan frowned, feeling uneasy. "The highest point is over three meters high. Aren't you afraid?"
"Three meters is high?" Shang Que didn't take it seriously at all, and boasted proudly, "I was filming a scene today and flew over ten meters on a wire."
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he immediately pretended to be calm and said, "Of course three meters is not high. If Qi Noya wasn't afraid of heights, how could the lift be designed so low?"
Shang Que was very considerate and did not expose the fact that he was also afraid of heights.
Because I had greeted the venue manager before arriving, there were staff waiting on site. The spotlights on both sides of the stage suddenly lit up, focusing on the lifting platform.
Shang Que moved towards the aperture position, found the spot and stood there, then raised his hand to signal the operating staff.
The lift slowly rises.
The gorgeous glass stair design hidden under the countertop is also revealed.
Ji Jingchuan's attention was all on Shang Que on the stage. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the silent environment.
[Host...Danger...]
"System?" Ji Jingchuan was startled, not noticing the difference in the mechanical voice. "Are you faking death?"
I don’t know when it started, but the system appeared less and less in Ji Jingchuan’s mind, until a month ago, it seemed to have disappeared completely.
No matter how Ji Jingchuan called, there was no response.
"I thought you were dead." Although this system was stupid, Ji Jingchuan was still a little uncomfortable with it suddenly disappearing after all they had been together for so long.
"Where have you been all this time? You didn't go looking for another host, did you? Did you go out for a walk and find that I'm the only genius you can rely on, so you came back?" Ji Jingchuan snorted in a feigned displeasure before asking, "By the way, what did you just say?"
【Danger……】
"Oh yes, I'm really angry. You're in danger now." Ji Jingchuan squinted his eyes and teased, "You're quite self-aware."
[Shang Que... is in danger...]
Ji Jingchuan's eyes flashed, and his body reacted faster than his brain based on his instinct. He rushed up to the lift platform in a few steps and jumped down holding Shang Que.
Bang--
There was a dull thud as the flesh collided with the stage, and almost at the same time, the lift fell down without any warning.
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"The CT scan results are out. The patient has no signs of concussion. When he fell, his arm probably cushioned the impact and he didn't hit his head."
"Then why hasn't he woken up yet?" Wang Yu's face was full of anxiety. After receiving Fu Xingzhi's call, he immediately rushed to the hospital.
The examination results showed that Ji Jingchuan had no other injuries except bruises on his arms and waist, but he just couldn't wake up.
"This... we haven't found the cause yet." The doctor said, "He's currently in a coma, more like a deep sleep, so we can only observe for a while and make arrangements based on the situation."
After the doctor left, Wang Yu frowned and said, "How long do we have to observe him? What if he still doesn't wake up after a while?"
Fu Xingzhi coughed lightly and glanced over, and Wang Yu immediately shut up.
He looked at Shang Que who was sitting in a daze on the chair and asked
"Shang Que, are you sure you don't need a checkup?"
"Hmm?" Shang Que came back to his senses and shook his head slowly: "No, I'm fine."
When she jumped down from the lift, Ji Jingchuan acted as a cushion for her, so she didn't even suffer any minor injuries.
It's just all so weird.
Why did the lift malfunction, and why did Ji Jingchuan seem to foresee that an accident would happen?
Also, why is he unconscious?
Shang Que stared blankly at Ji Jingchuan lying on the bed. He looked like he was asleep, his complexion unchanged. But Shang Que knew otherwise, because she had just secretly pinched him twice. Normally, Ji Jingchuan would have jumped up and screamed murder, but now he just lay there motionless, not even a frown on his face.
The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Unable to bear the silence, Wang Yu immediately went to open the door. The next second, a large group of people poured into the ward.
"Ogawa."
"Sichuan!"
"We are here, Brother Chuan."
ST and his men pushed the manager aside and rushed to the bedside.
"What happened? He was fine when I went there, how come he's in the hospital in the blink of an eye?"
"Brother Chuan, please don't be in trouble. Wake up. If you wake up, I will call you brother from now on."
"Nokia, do you think we can wake Chuan up by talking like this?"
"I don't know, why not give it a try? Ji-Jing-Chuan-"
"Sichuan--"
Qin Xian and Qi Noya chattered loudly, creating the impression of eight hundred people. It was the captain Bian Du who reminded them, "If you are sick, you need to rest. Keep your voices down."
"oh."
The company manager finally interrupted, frowning and asking, "Isn't the rehearsal scheduled for two days before the concert? Why are you on stage today?"
They all fell silent, looking at each other. Finally, Bian Du spoke up to explain, "Xiaochuan has a solo performance and would like to invite Shang Que as the guest. We should be rehearsing in advance today."
Qi Noa nodded repeatedly: "Yes, he said he wanted to give Shang Que a surprise."
Bian Du coughed twice and reminded quietly: "There's no need to say this."
Zenoa realized something and quickly covered his mouth.
But Shang Que had already heard it. She turned around and asked, "What surprise?"
Zenoa blinked innocently: "Haha, no——"
He laughed awkwardly, trying to get away with it, but under Shang Que's gaze, he felt inexplicably more and more guilty. He looked around for help, but seeing that everyone was looking away, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and confess, "It's Ji Jingchuan who plans to sing "Princess" in the solo segment—"
"I know." Shang Que nodded, still staring at him.
"Also...he prepared a crown to give to you."
"A crown?"
"A diamond tiara." Zinoa gestured with his hands. "I took a peek... No, I accidentally passed by his studio and took a peek. It was a gorgeous tiara, with a huge, sparkling diamond in the center."
Qi Noya's surprised tone was completely instinctive. After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, bit his finger, and looked worried: "It's over, Ji Jingchuan won't beat me to death, right?"
No one spoke, and Qi Noya felt a little desperate. He looked at Ji Jingchuan on the bed, and then at Shang Que.
Shang Que lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
crown.
"So what if it's expensive? I'll give you something more expensive than this."
"How could it be false?"
Shang Que suddenly remembered what Ji Jingchuan said at Jing Ya's house that day.
She thought those words were just a show of strength and comparison, but it turned out to be a surprise that Ji Jingchuan had planned for a long time... Was it?
"Shang Que," Qin Xian clumsily comforted her when he saw her suddenly fall silent, "Don't worry, Chuan will be fine."
"That's right, good things happen to those who are lucky." Qi Noya knew that he had gotten into trouble because of his slip of the tongue, so he quickly changed the subject to cheer Shang Que up: "By the way, we also printed out the photos of our last trip to the park. Do you want to see them? Feng Ye, are they with you?"
"It's here with me," Feng Ye said as he unzipped his backpack, "but you've also exposed the second surprise Xiaochuan had planned."
Zenoa paused, his eyes widening in shock, "It's over."
Qin Xian patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, too much debt is better than nothing."
Bian Du joked: "If we can wake Xiaochuan up directly, it will be a great achievement."
The atmosphere eased a little. Feng Ye smiled and took out the photos one by one.
There are scenes of them riding a roller coaster together with their faces flying around, and there are also scenes of Qi Noa's horror in front of the haunted house and the contrast with Shang Que and Ji Jingchuan's calm expressions.
"And this one was sent to us by netizens." Feng Ye took out a photo of Shang Que and Ji Jingchuan.
In front of the azure glass wall of the aquarium, two figures, one tall and one short, looked up in unison in amazement.
Qi Noa said angrily: "If it weren't for the netizens, I wouldn't know that you two left me in the haunted house and went to the aquarium by yourselves."
"This composition is really beautiful." Bian Du praised.
Qin Xian suddenly had an idea: "Do you think this photo can wake Chuan up?"
"Do you think this is a fairy tale?" Zenoa stamped his feet. "Is anyone paying attention to me?"
Feng Ye nodded: "You can try."
He brought the photo to Ji Jingchuan and said with a smile, "Look what this is?"
An image suddenly flashed through Shang Que's mind. In the dream related to Ji Jingchuan's death, a voice had said, "Look what this is." And at this moment, Feng Ye's tone of voice inexplicably overlapped with that electronically processed voice.
She frowned and looked up. The corners of Feng Ye's lips seemed to move, and then he sighed, revealing a look of visible worry.
On the other side, after the manager and Wang Yu understood the situation, he told everyone to leave: "It's not a good idea for so many people to waste time here. You guys go back first. I'll go back to the company to take care of some things. If there's anything else, please call me."
Before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something and turned back to remind everyone, "By the way, I hope everyone can keep this a secret. The concert is coming soon, so as not to cause a commotion online."
Wang Yu didn't think too much about it and just nodded: "Okay."
The ward door closed, taking the excitement with it. Wang Yu paced back and forth, bewildered, and asked, "So what do we do now?"
"Spread the news that Ji Jingchuan is in a coma." Shang Que said.
Fu Xingzhi pushed the frame of his glasses and nodded without surprise: "Okay."
Wang Yu was puzzled: "Eh? Didn't you say it should be kept secret?"
"Keep it a secret. Then what?" Shang Que asked, "If he doesn't wake up on the day of the concert, will we notify fans that Ji Jingchuan won't be performing or cancel the concert?"
"Of course not!" Wang Yu said subconsciously.
It can be said that two-thirds of the audience at this concert came for Ji Jingchuan. If he didn't go on stage, the bloody storm that would have occurred would be unimaginable.
"Similarly, if we wait until right before the concert to cancel, who will compensate the fans for their flights and hotels?" Fu Xingzhi analyzed. "And by then, even if the fans are targeting the company, can you guarantee that Ji Jingchuan won't be influenced by them?"
Of course... no.
This concert is a five-year agreement between ST and fans. In addition, Ji Jingchuan's contract with the company expires this year. Many netizens speculate that he will not renew the contract. In other words, this may very well be ST's last performance. It is of course of extraordinary significance to fans. If it is ruined because of Ji Jingchuan, he will inevitably be pushed to the forefront.
Wang Yu calmed down and couldn't help shivering.
"No wonder. The higher-ups approached Xiaochuan about renewing his contract, but he didn't agree."
"So if Ji Jingchuan misses the group concert and then officially announces his contract termination and solo career, the marketing accounts will naturally link the two." Fu Xingzhi commented: "It's a very dirty trick."
"Brother Wang," Shang Que looked at him, "We told you this because we believe you will stand on Ji Jingchuan's side."
"Of course," Wang Yu said clearly, "It's Xiaochuan who pays my salary, not the company."
He gritted his teeth in anger: "How can this lousy company be so black-hearted? They really think that we have been in the entertainment industry for so long and have no connections at all.
Now go spread the word.”
Fu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "I'm with you." He raised his hand, patted Shang Que on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Relax."
Shang Que didn't say anything. After the two left, her gaze fell back on Ji Jingchuan's face.
In such a short period of time, many questions had accumulated in her mind. Just as she was about to sort them out, she suddenly saw a misty white shadow slowly rising from Ji Jingchuan's forehead.
Shang Que shook her head. After confirming that it was not an illusion, she suddenly rushed over and slapped Ji Jingchuan on the forehead, her tone tinged with anxiety: "No, how come your soul is out of your body? Ji Jingchuan, you are not going to die, are you?"
She tried to push "Ji Jingchuan's soul" back into her body, but the white shadow passed through Shang Que's palm, floated into the air, and spoke.
【I am not a soul, I am a system.】
Shang Que was stunned. "System?"
[Hmm.] The aperture seemed delighted, dancing up and down around Shang Que. The mechanical sound became more turbulent: [To be precise, I am the condensation of Ji Jingchuan's memories in the torrent of planes. You can also understand it as—]
[Ji Jingchuan in the previous life.]
In the original plot, Ji Jingchuan did not disappear after his death. He wandered around the world and witnessed Shang Que being tortured to death in order to investigate the cause of his death.
And then it was born.
[I am the condensation of a part of Ji Jingchuan's memories.]
[I named myself System. My mission is to reverse time and space, return to the point before a certain event occurred, and fulfill Ji Jingchuan's wish.]
But reversing time and space is a very difficult thing, and one of the costs is forgetting.
So the system initially forgot its past as Ji Jingchuan, it only remembered to help Ji Jingchuan fulfill that wish.
As the mission progresses, its memory slowly recovers, but new difficulties also arise.
[The same body cannot carry two complete memories. If he and I exist at the same time, it will increase the burden on the body.]
[For example, my sudden appearance this time caused him to fall into a coma. But don't worry, he will wake up soon!]
No wonder, no wonder Ji Jingchuan could predict the accident in advance. And all those unreasonable things in the past seemed to be connected by a thread at this moment.
"What about you?" Shang Que asked, "If you can't exist at the same time, what will you do next?"
Me? I've already fulfilled his wish, it's time for me to go.
Halo's tone remained cheerful, and she didn't seem sad about her impending disappearance.
Shang Que's heart ached. She asked, "What is his wish?"
[I hope you are happy.] The halo gradually extinguished, and a very soft, non-mechanical voice came from the air: [Goodbye, sister.]
The halo condensed into a point, flew towards Shang Que, and formed a red mark like a mole on her wrist.
Then memories flooded into my mind like a tide.
That was a part of Ji Jingchuan's memory from his previous life condensed by the system.
After one scene after another, Shang Que realized that the memory that gave birth to the system was not unwillingness or resentment.
It's love.
A teardrop fell on the mark. Shang Que raised his hand to wipe it away, and felt a beating pulse from beneath. Beneath the mark was a warm vein, flowing with the same blood as Ji Jingchuan.
They are the closest family.
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