Chapter 54
The discussion about private rentals ultimately didn't cause much of a stir. Partly because the number of participants was too small; a few dozen active posts wouldn't cause much of a stir. Furthermore, their methods weren't exactly honorable. If they were sued for violating the United States' information security and privacy laws, what would happen?
Secondly, this controversy is essentially a conflict between fans over Jiang Shiyu's future plans. This kind of conflict can always be resolved with money; if that's not enough, then double it. (The following appears unrelated and likely comes from a different source: "Yu Yi Wo Suo Ye"). Some people mock her, while others agree. If her supporters were still being criticized, after she showed the new money she had donated to the fan club, this recognition immediately took hold.
Faced with a huge amount that could allow Jiang Shiyu to snatch the center position for two more songs, the public opinion immediately changed from "gkd sliding on his knees" to "sister has a point".
The key is to get money.
Someone sent a private message to Zheng Yanye with a screenshot of the post. He took a look at it but didn't pay much attention to it. In the end, this group of people didn't send his message. It was a bit of a cover-up for him to respond first, and his defense was broken.
The song-stealing controversy ultimately ended with Jiang Shiyu's fans refusing to argue with Zheng Yanye's fans. While the two sides continued to fight back and forth, the official fan clubs, from their perspective, gave each other a break.
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After a night of intense preparation, the PD announced the song divisions the next morning, and everyone stood in the hall for a meeting without even opening their eyes. Jiang Shiyu finally got the love song carefully selected by his roommate, and Zheng Yan also tried out Jiang Shiyu's style from last time.
After the groups were formed and the songs were finalized, they immediately started practicing. Everyone headed to the practice room with ease, but the PD stopped them.
PD: "This is everyone's last performance. I hope you can record some moments during your practice. Each group has a dedicated video camera. You can record the moments you think are worthwhile."
“I hope everyone can cherish the time we spend together.”
The staff's words brought some sadness to everyone. Jiang Shiyu and his group were particularly sad. After all, their last ranking was on the verge of elimination, and the possibility of them leaving after the performance was too great.
Jiang Shiyu picked up the handheld DV on the table, pointed it at his teammates, and said casually, "Should we say hello first?"
Several people gathered around Jiang Shiyu, and he turned the camera around and pointed it at all of them: "PD told us to record meaningful moments, but every moment here is worth remembering. So we don't have any specific shooting plan, anyone can pick up the camera when they find something interesting."
"I hope that when we watch this video in the future, we will all shed tears of happiness."
Their day flew by in practice, meticulously studying movements and practicing positioning in front of the mirror becoming the norm. The dance teacher stayed in their classroom for a measured thirty minutes before moving on to the next position. Before Jiang Shiyu could even lie down on the floor to catch his breath, the vocal teacher pushed open the door, forcing him to unsteadily stand up, supporting himself on the floor.
One of his teammates lamented during the interview: "I've never been in a group with Jiang Shiyu before, and I don't know him well enough. He looks very frail, but in practice, with his stern face, he actually looks a bit fierce."
"We had a very difficult move this afternoon and we just couldn't get it right. My partner and I, especially, had weak foundations and couldn't keep up. At the end, the dance teacher sighed and told us to consider changing it, but Xiaoyu looked at us very seriously and said, 'If we change one move, we have to change the second one. Are we really going to keep avoiding these problems?' When he looks at you, you really can't say no; his eyes are filled with sincerity. After the teacher left, he helped us break down the move bit by bit, even helping me arrange the height of my hands perfectly."
"And he's really gentle. When he gets close to me, I feel like my heart is about to beat." The boy exaggeratedly covered his chest, "Jiang Shiyu is like a mother. I love you."
"You guys can edit this part, right?" He felt embarrassed after he said that.
Program team: "Of course."
Of course not, when this segment was broadcast, all the comments were about “Mom”.
With the day's practice finally drawing to a close, the group lay on the floor, imagining their ideal lives as cosplayers. An Xin felt his shoulders and back stiffen the longer he lay. He felt that if Jiang Shiyu, who had spent the afternoon teaching him, was any less tired, he thought.
Now was a good time for him to repay his mentor. He jumped up from the ground and enthusiastically surrounded Jiang Shiyu: "Xiao Yu, I've learned massage, how about I give you a massage?"
He didn't give Jiang Shiyu any room to refuse. He immediately brought over a yoga mat and pulled Jiang Shiyu to lie down. He rubbed his hands with confidence and said, "This is my professional technique."
Before Jiang Shiyu could even utter "I believe you," he cried out the moment he was pressed, tears welling up in his eyes. He'd expected his muscles to be sore and stiff recently, but he hadn't expected it to hurt this much.
He wanted to escape the second time, but An Xin worked very hard: "I went to learn from a blind man professionally. I wouldn't show off to others. It's very comfortable, isn't it?"
Jiang Shiyu nodded weakly.
But he had to admit that the kid's massage technique was quite powerful. After only about ten minutes, when he got up again, he felt completely relaxed, and the dullness that had been suppressed for a long time was swept away.
An Xin was about to turn to another person, determined to turn this place into a massage parlor, when Jiang Shiyu approached curiously: "Can you teach me which positions should I massage?"
"No problem." An Xin took his hand and felt the other person's back, while teaching, he asked: "Who are you going to massage after you learn? You can't do it yourself."
"Should you let your roommate try it?" An Xin's impression of Zheng Yanye was only that he was strong and powerful. He thought for a while before finally saying, "Zheng Yanye doesn't look like the type who would let others touch him."
It’s indeed not, Jiang Shiyu agreed madly in his heart.
But he is not someone else.
Before Zheng Yan pushed open the door of Jiang Shiyu's classroom, he imagined many scenes he would see. Jiang Shiyu might still be practicing, so seriously that he didn't even glance at him; he might also be sweating profusely, or he might be resting on the floor, and when he saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he would jump up and go back with him.
But he never thought that when he opened the door, his wife's hand was pulled by another person, and two people surrounded the third person and touched the third person's back stealthily.
Even Jiang Shiyu didn't realize someone was coming.
What does it mean?
An Xin was taking Jiang Shiyu to a training spot when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his back. He raised his head tremblingly, only to meet Zheng Yanye's gloomy gaze. While he felt he shouldn't have felt guilty, his hand slipped and touched the back of the man beneath him, causing him to scream in pain.
"What are you doing?" the victim asked, barely breathing. He looked up and saw another person, surprised, "Why is Zheng Yan here?"
Zheng Yan also sneered. He also wanted to ask this question: What are you doing?
Jiang Shiyu immediately got up from his half-kneeling position on the floor. He hadn't even finished learning yet, and Zheng Yan had already arrived. This meant he could only demonstrate his mediocre skills tonight.
"Why are you looking for me now?" He looked at the man standing at the door.
These words pierced Zheng Yan's ears even more. What was this? Was he questioning whether he had come at the wrong time and delayed their continued hugging?
He frowned and said, "What time is it? Aren't you going to go back?"
An Xin felt that these words sounded strangely sour. No one here was jealous. He glanced at the wall clock and realized it was already eleven o'clock. Although this time was perfectly normal for them, the expression on the face of the uninvited guest beside him was getting worse and worse. He didn't want to stay in this sour atmosphere any longer.
An Xin: "It's really late, let's all go back."
He pulled the others out, not forgetting Jiang Shiyu behind him: "See you tomorrow, Xiaoyu."
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere became even colder.
"Let's go." Jiang Shiyu came to Zheng Yanye and prepared to go back with him, but the man stood there motionless.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shiyu was puzzled. "Is there something wrong that won't let you go back?"
"Yes." Zheng Yan also had a cold face and looked down at him, "What were you doing just now? Why did you let him hold your hand? You..."
His questioning stopped midway when Jiang Shiyu interrupted him in disbelief: "Are you doubting me?"
"You're too close..."
Jiang Shiyu's eyes quickly gathered mist: "That's An Xin teaching me massage. I want to massage you after I learn it."
"How dare you distrust me like this!"
He tried to shake off Zheng Yanye's hand, but failed.
Zheng Yanye's stagnant mind finally regained its composure at this moment, and he immediately hugged the person and began to coax him: "I was wrong."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shiyu turned his head.
"You're wrong everywhere." Zheng Yan also coaxed him softly, "I shouldn't have distrusted you, baby, please forgive me."
"Don't do it again." Jiang Shiyu broke free from his arms and glanced at the person in the shadows. "Let's go back quickly. I'm really sleepy."
"Tell me at least two bedtime stories tonight."
They left the classroom one after another, not noticing that the DV camera on the table was still flashing a faint red light, faithfully recording every memorable moment.
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You left evidence, right? You two are pointing fingers.
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