A friend glanced at Mu Fengyin's phone screen—
"He ate mushrooms? Why is his story so incoherent?"
Mu Fengyin continued shaving the ice. He didn't immediately add Cen Yu on WeChat. Instead, as if he didn't care, he said to his friend, "The manager probably found out."
...
Old Gao looked at the message Cen Yu sent with a worried expression.
When He Ci told him about this, he was both surprised and delighted. He then urged Cen Yu to quickly add Mu Fengyin's contact information to see if he could get on the good side of the top star.
Unexpectedly, Cen Yu nodded, opened his phone, and sent a message in less than half a minute: "Done."
Old Gao nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, he still did not have a clear understanding of how capricious Cen Yu was.
When he reported to He Ci, He Ci was silent for a moment before asking—
Did you see the messages he sent?
"..." Old Gao didn't understand what He Ci meant. He thought to himself that He Ci was really senile. Cen Yu wasn't a three-year-old child. Didn't he know how to send a message?
Do I need to keep an eye on it myself?
Although he cursed He Ci inwardly, he still said respectfully on the surface, "No." He thought for a moment and then added, "Cen Yu posted it himself."
"...Then take a look at what he posted."
"Never mind, I'll take a look."
He Ci hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
The company naturally has the accounts and passwords for all its artists' Weibo accounts. Seeing He Ci's attitude, Lao Gao suddenly felt a little unsure.
He moved closer to Cen Yu—
"Why don't you show me what you sent?"
He was afraid that Cen Yu would think he was interfering with his freedom (although they often saw such things).
Cen Yu didn't care and simply pointed his phone screen at Lao Gao, "Look."
Old Gao glanced at it and almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
He finally understood why He Ci looked so apprehensive and fearful.
He glanced at Cen Yu subconsciously, only to see Cen Yu looking at him with a "What's wrong?" expression.
Just as the two were looking at each other, a new reply appeared in their private messages—
Seeing the obsequious and ingratiating tone, and realizing who had sent the message, Lao Gao and Cen Yu both fell silent.
After a moment, Lao Gao finally regained his rhythm.
“Mu Fengyin is a senior figure in the industry,” he earnestly advised, “and he’s very popular.”
Of course, high popularity is the key. After all, even if seniors who are not popular say they should respect them, they will still praise the high and belittle the low.
Cen Yu sat on the sofa, propping his head up as he looked at Lao Gao. "I've already sent him my contact information, why hasn't he added me yet?"
"...Do you think you're Mu Fengyin's crush? That he has to hold his phone and wait for your message?!" Old Gao couldn't help but complain.
It was already late at night, and Lao Gao was about to leave, so he reminded Cen Yu to be polite to Mu Fengyin and not to be too casual.
She acted like a diligent livestreamer, almost as if she wanted to chat with Mu Fengyin, the top fan, on behalf of Cen Yu.
Before Lao Gao left, he saw Xie Jinshen, who was wearing a plaid shirt, come out to pour water.
"I heard that recently some sasaeng fans found out the address of this dormitory."
"If anything seems wrong, be sure to tell the company."
Although the security in this community is good, there are always some fans who are rich and powerful. They have become homeowners, so how can you not let them into the community?
In addition, because of its pleasant environment and the fact that the houses are all large single-level apartments, this community is not only a favorite of celebrities, but also a favorite of many online influencers.
What Lao Gao actually wanted to say to Xie Jinshen was—
Keep a close eye on them, and make sure the group doesn't get involved in any scandals.
...
After Lao Gao closed the door and left, Xie Jinshen looked at Cen Yu sitting on the sofa.
Perhaps because He Ci and Lao Gao had just been talking to Cen Yu, none of the other people in the dormitory intended to leave the room.
Xie Jinshen slowly sat down next to Cen Yu, "Xiao Yu."
Cen Yu leaned back on the sofa and made a "shh" gesture. "Don't forget what I said backstage."
He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if selfishness and indifference to feelings were his nature. Or perhaps he realized that his words were too harsh, so Cen Yu added to appease Xie Jinshen, "...You know, this team only has a year and a half to live."
He coaxed Xie Jinshen, "After I make more money, I'll retire from the entertainment industry after the team disbands in a year and a half, and then we'll live together."
He was making promises he wouldn't keep.
No high school graduate would believe the perfunctory tone in his words.
In the original work, Xie Jinshen is an honest man who trusts Cen Yu implicitly. No matter how outrageous the promises Cen Yu makes or how lame the excuses he gives, he believes that Cen Yu does this for a better future with him.
Xie Jinshen took off his glasses and put them in the breast pocket of his shirt.
"Xiao Yu." He propped himself up on the sofa and slowly moved closer to Cen Yu. "But it's been such a long, long time since I've hugged you."
He touched his arm. "Can you hug me?"
Xie Jinshen lowered his eyes and said, "You said you participated in the talent show just to make money, for our future."
Cen Yu looked at Xie Jinshen and suddenly remembered something. Xie Jinshen in the original work had another setting: he had a mild case of skin hunger.
This is also why he is extremely dependent on Cen Yu, and why he always believes Cen Yu's lies, even though they are so clumsy.
"...but what if my future doesn't include you?"
Xie Jinshen looked at Cen Yu and smiled, "Then is this future meaningful?"
Cen Yu looked at Xie Jinshen, "So what do you want to do?"
Perhaps because Cen Yu's attitude was too indifferent, Xie Jinshen, who had previously shown his claws and probed, withdrew his momentum. He was less than 10 centimeters away from Cen Yu, and if he reached out again, he could touch Cen Yu's arm.
But he's like a well-trained dog; without his master's command, even if food is right in front of him and his mouth is watering, he won't make a move.
He looked at Cen Yu, "...I'm easy to coax."
"Xiao Yu".
"I'm easy to please."
He repeated this sentence while staring at Cen Yu: "Even the cheapest candy can satisfy me."
Cen Yu simply sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He looked at Xie Jinshen for a moment, then glanced down at the time on his phone.
"Half an hour."
He said to Xie Jinshen.
He can only disappear for half an hour; otherwise, if he doesn't reappear, his teammates will become suspicious.
Xie Jinshen's expression immediately showed a slight smile.
"Xiao Yu, you're the best."
I love you the most.
Cen Yu still made a "shh" gesture, "Quiet."
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