"Don't move," Zhan Kongqing said.
“…I didn’t move.” Cen Yu turned around. “Are you hallucinating?”
Which eye saw him move?
Zhan Kongqing frowned, not understanding how Cen Yu could speak such nonsense with such self-righteousness.
His fingers slid down Cen Yu's back again, and Cen Yu's body immediately began to twist again—
"..." Cen Yu.
"..." Zhan Kongqing.
“It’s the same as a knee-jerk reaction,” Cen Yu explained, turning his head. “Subjectively, I don’t want to move at all.”
Zhan Kongqing was too lazy to argue with Cen Yu. He took a closer look at the tangled headphone wire that looked like it had been in his pocket for three days, and simply found a pair of scissors in his suitcase.
With a swift motion, he cut the straps wrapped around Cen Yu's waist.
Cen Yu saw Zhan Kongqing's actions and heard the "snap" sound when the straps were cut. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak, "I have no money."
Zhan Kongqing initially understood Cen Yu's meaning, but after realizing that Cen Yu was implying "I have no money to pay for the damaged clothes," she almost laughed out of anger at Cen Yu.
He placed the scissors on the table beside him. "I have money."
Of course, this was said in anger.
Unlike young masters like Jiang Jueming and Li Yanxiao, Zhan Kongqing has a tragic and beautiful life.
The family's financial situation was really bad...
The reason I initially participated in the talent show was so simple it brought tears to my eyes—
The production team enticed participants by promising them free meals and a share of the profits from product placements as the competition progressed.
Zhan Kongqing was initially lured in by the boxed lunches, but after hearing that he could also get a share of the advertising revenue, he decided to participate politely without hesitation.
Although he didn't try to play the victim, poverty is something that's hard to hide, just like a cough, especially when some of the contestants in the group come from wealthy families. But Zhan Kongqing, like Qingzhu, has always been humble and composed, and he didn't try to conceal his financial difficulties.
Marketing accounts also dug up information about his family situation, which added a touch of "beautiful, strong, and tragic" filter to his image.
—And the persona of "being in debt".
Cen Yu thought to himself.
I bet even Zhan Kongqing himself doesn't know!
In fanfiction, he's always the one in debt, owing anywhere from a few million to countless zeros!
Because of his debts, Zhan Kongqing had to face extortion and plunder by other members...
Looking at Zhan Kongqing's icy face, Cen Yu thought to herself, "No wonder she's the protagonist's best friend, she really is as beautiful as a fairy."
Although Zhan Kongqing's height wasn't as striking as Li Yanxiao's 187cm, he was actually quite tall...
Cen Yu sat on the edge of his bed and watched as Zhan Kongqing put down the scissors and began to take off his clothes.
He had initially assumed Zhan Kongqing would be a delicate, beautiful woman, just like her appearance suggested, but upon seeing the defined muscles in her abdomen, he suddenly realized—
wrong.
He squinted and took a closer look at Zhan Kongqing. He saw that the other man had firm muscles and a tall figure, but he was not slender when he took off his clothes.
Perhaps Cen Yu's gaze was too obvious, because after taking off half of his clothes, Zhan Kongqing turned to the side somewhat uncomfortably. He looked up at Cen Yu and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"...How did you get those muscles?" Cen Yu asked bluntly. "Pretty impressive."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Kongqing paused in his actions.
He looked at Cen Yu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
He was still wearing the costume from the performance, and after the waist straps were cut, the costume hung loosely on Cen Yu's body.
The collar of the dress was extremely high, positioned precisely at Cen Yu's Adam's apple, giving him an impression of asceticism.
But Zhan Kongqing clearly knew what the view was like behind the clothes—a gap two fingers wide… Cen Yu was sitting so lazily on the edge of the bed, his hands propped up on his sides. If someone were standing behind him, looking down at him…
You can roughly see from the line of the neck all the way down to the waistline tucked into the pants.
Or perhaps something even more outrageous is not impossible.
Zhan Kongqing threw his shirt onto his own bed and looked up at Cen Yu. "Working."
"Work?" Cen Yu seemed intrigued. "What kind of work?"
Zhan Kongqing looked at Cen Yu, unsure whether the other was pretending to be stupid or had never really paid any attention to her.
His family background was discussed countless times on the show. Even though he didn't want to play the victim, the production team often felt it was a gimmick—the self-esteem of the poor and their little sense of privacy are almost the least needed things.
Not to mention in this arena of fame and fortune.
His poverty, ironically, became a tool to increase his public attention.
Even though Zhan Kongqing was annoyed by all of this, he had no choice but to cooperate with the show's production team because he was indeed short of money.
But at this moment, looking at Cen Yu's almost naive and thoughtless question, Zhan Kongqing couldn't help but feel some indescribable emotions... He didn't put on a new shirt, but walked up to Cen Yu with his upper body bare.
Cen Yu seemed not to understand why he had suddenly come over.
Zhan Kongqing simply looked down at Cen Yu and asked, "Weren't you curious about how I trained?"
He looked at Cen Yu, "Why don't you come closer and take a look?"
...
Faced with those abs that were practically right in front of him, Cen Yu instinctively avoided looking at them.
A few seconds later—
Forget it, should I take another look?
He looked closely at Zhan Kongqing's firm abs, never expecting that the protagonist's best friend would be so capable.
His gaze followed the lines of Zhan Kongqing's abdomen, slowly moving to the other man's chest and his expressionless face. "You've trained quite well."
"So how did you train?"
Zhan Kongqing looked at Cen Yu's expression when he looked up at her, and at the two beauty marks under Cen Yu's eyes.
When Cen Yu spoke, the other person's tongue piercing was clearly visible to him...
"I work on a construction site," Zhan Kongqing said.
"Moving cement."
Perhaps because this matter was so sensational, and the production team had brought it up many times, when Cen Yu first asked him about it, he secretly thought the other person was pretending to be stupid.
But looking at it now...
Cen Yu seemed genuinely unaware.
Seeing Cen Yu's gaze, which held both "admiration" and "I also want to train like that," Zhan Kongqing ultimately stepped back a little.
He returned to his bed, found the shirt he had just taken out and put it on, then turned to look at Cen Yu, “…Since we’ll be sleeping together from now on.”
"Let's set some rules first."
Cen Yu was not surprised by Zhan Kongqing's suggestion.
After all, in the original work, Zhan Kongqing was a person with his own ideas and who cared a lot about the rules.
He stood up, turned his back to Zhan Kongqing, and took off his performance costume... The glitter made his pale skin stand out even more under the lights.
The next second, Cen Yu put on the hoodie he had taken out, blocking Zhan Kongqing's view.
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