Chapter 14 Who are you calling your fans?
After the variety show ended, Ji Jingchuan didn't send any WeChat messages to report what he had eaten for three whole days, which was enough to show how serious the matter was!
And that night, Shang Que suddenly had another dream.
There was no light on in the dimly lit room. Only a hint of moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains blown open by the wind, reflecting the upright figure.
Ji Jingchuan stood by the window, his phone in hand. The light from the screen shone on his hard, tense jawline. His face was calm, on the verge of anger. He spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, word for word, "I said, if I didn't do it, I didn't do it."
I don't know what was said over there, but he pressed his lips into a straight line, and after a while his shoulders slumped slightly: "I understand, I won't go out until the storm is over."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Jingchuan walked back to the bedside and sat down silently. He lowered his head and remained motionless in this position. After a long time, the phone screen that was thrown aside lit up with a glaring light. Ji Jingchuan mechanically reached out to pick it up. When he saw the content on it, his body suddenly froze.
His calm expression suddenly became anxious, almost crazy, and he started to call someone non-stop. However, over and over again, the voice coming from the phone was "The number you dialed is busy."
He jumped up, grabbed his motorcycle keys from the bedside table, and was about to leave. In his haste, he knocked over the photo frame next to him. With a clang of glass, the glass shattered everywhere. Ji Jingchuan paused, turned back, picked up the old, yellowed photo, and carefully placed it against his heart against the inside of his shirt. Then, without looking back, he walked out the door.
The scene changed, and the boundless night covered the city like a cage. Ji Jingchuan was riding his bike fast on the empty and silent road. The howling wind made his clothes rustle.
As he passed the intersection, a black car suddenly rushed over from the side, accelerating with a clear purpose. With a loud bang, the immense force of the impact sent Ji Jingchuan flying, and he rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop. He curled up in agony, his muscles cramping and twitching with pain, and blood gushed out, quickly covering the ground.
Then he stretched out his hands to support the ground, arched his upper body, and seemed to want to get up, but he didn't know if his spine was broken.
He struggled hard, but it was all in vain.
Then the scene that he had dreamed of before was repeated. Ji Jingchuan struggled, shouted, and finally died unwillingly, with blood soaking his chest. The photo: two children held hands tightly and smiled carefreely at the camera.
Shang Que woke up with a start. The dim light at the head of the bed told her that she was in her own room. She buried her face in her palms and breathed in deep gulps of air.
Unlike last time, she seemed to have dreamed of a scene that was not mentioned in the plot. After Ji Jingchuan was blackened by the entire network, he should have stayed at home to avoid the limelight, but someone sent him something that made him take the risk of going out and was hit and killed by a car.
What happened… Shang Que tried hard to recall. An electronically processed voice appeared in his mind. The person said with a malicious smile: "Look at what this is?"
A sharp pain came from her brain, making Shang Que unable to think any further. She shook her head and picked up the mobile phone beside her.
Because he had been shooting all night for the past two days, Shang Que fell asleep as soon as he came back this afternoon. It was only a little after nine o'clock now.
She got up and took a bath, then put on a mask and hat and went out.
It was the beginning of autumn, and the evenings were beginning to cool. The commercial streets were bustling with people coming and going.
Shang Que wandered aimlessly, her mind gradually clearing. When she finally came to her senses, she found herself in a peripheral store, and on the shelf in front of her was a photo of Ji Jingchuan.
...?
It's getting really bad. Do you have any disinfectant spray?
Perhaps because she had been standing there for a long time, a short-haired girl next to her who was carefully selecting her surroundings spoke to her: "Miss, are you also a Trump supporter?"
What a ridiculous statement.
Shang Que frowned in disgust when he heard this, "How is that possible?"
"I know, I know. Fan Ji Jingchuan sometimes can't hold his head up, and I don't dare to say that I like him at school." The girl nodded in understanding with an expression of "I understand, I understand everything."
Shang Que: ...
You understood wrongly, sister.
But before she could say anything, the girl enthusiastically recommended it to her: "Don't buy this photo album. Our fan group only offers 20% off for group purchases. This is quite a good deal. The photos are amazing, they are amazing photos from Chuan Ge's concert..."
Shang Que felt like he had something stuck in his throat, and when he found the chance, he immediately interrupted: "You're wrong, I'm a Shang Que fan."
"A fan of Shang Que, right?" The other party didn't even bother to say, "Then you can buy this."
She picked up a Q-version head that looked a bit like Ji Jingchuan and said, "Buy this. From now on, when Ji Jingchuan makes Shang Que angry, just hit him twice and it will be like beating him."
Something heavy was stuffed into Shang Que's hand. She subconsciously squeezed it and it felt soft and elastic.
The girl next to her was called away by her friend. Shang Que saw this and immediately put the things back. She took a few steps, stopped and looked back twice, and finally picked up the thing... pinch.
Well, it's good for venting anger.
After paying the bill, Shang Que's stomach began to growl in protest. She carried the bag and walked into a small street shop.
Pushing open the door, there are several plastic tables and chairs placed on both sides of the small shop. The kitchen is a small area separated by a glass door. Hot water is boiling in a barrel-shaped stainless steel pot, and white mist is rising under the warm yellow light.
Shang Que glanced at the menu hanging on the wall: "A bowl of wontons to go."
The shop didn't have air conditioning on, and the fans were whirring. The air coming out from the kitchen was hot, making people dizzy and stuffy. After scanning the code to pay, Shang Que immediately walked to the table at the door.
Just as she put the bag down, the door behind her was pushed open again, bringing a gust of night wind and a familiar voice: "Boss, a bowl of wontons to go!"
Shang Que turned his head and saw the man stopped in front of the table on the right. He was wearing a mask and his baseball cap was pulled down low. He also noticed Shang Que at this time and glanced over.
The two looked at each other and recognized each other at a glance through the heavy disguise.
"Shang Que?"
"Ji Jingchuan?"
Shang Que looked him over and looked down. On the table in front of him was a paper bag, stretched wide open by the weight of the bag. Shang Que glimpsed her cheering banner on top.
"You..." Shang Que looked at him suspiciously, "Are you my fan?"
Ji Jingchuan quickly picked up the bag and hid it behind him, loudly retorting: "Who are you calling your fans?"
He dodged her gaze for a moment, then swore confidently, "This was forced on me by a hater who got in from the fans who were picking up at the company gate today. He must have been trying to piss me off, so I was just about to take it out and throw it away!"
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed the bag next to Shang Que: "What did you buy? Peripherals? Let me see!"
Shang Que instinctively tried to take it away, but was still a step too slow. Ji Jingchuan rushed over and opened the paper bag. After seeing the contents, he immediately found a way to fight back, and said with a beaming face: "Ha! Shang Que, you are the one who is really closeted to me. You actually spent money to buy my merchandise."
Even through the mask you can tell how smug he is.
Shang Que sneered, "Your fans insisted on selling this to me. If you're unhappy, you can just hit it to vent your anger. If I didn't feel sorry for the little girl who worked so hard to persuade me, I wouldn't buy it."
Ji Jingchuan's peach blossom eyes narrowed: "Then give it to me."
"Sure." Shang Que said in a tone that seemed to be eager for something, "Then you should also give me my support items."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shang Que raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why, you can't bear to let go, right?"
"How is that possible?" Ji Jingchuan said nervously: "Give it to me!"
The two exchanged paper bags, and Shang Que added, "Oh, and there's an invoice for that 69. Remember to transfer it to me on WeChat. You didn't spend any money on my support items anyway."
Ji Jingchuan opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Shang Que is so stingy that you'll be killed!"
Shang Que narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, looking very irritating.
At this time, the wontons were ready. The two of them went over to pick them up and left, then went their separate ways.
Shang Que walked quickly for a long distance before stopping. The calmness on his face disappeared, leaving only deep regret.
She shouldn't have bought something on that sudden whim. Now look what happened. Ji Jingchuan almost laughed her to death.
Meanwhile, Ji Jingchuan stood under the streetlight, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, his heart bleeding: This rare card he bought at a ridiculous price!!!
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