Follow the real one, my real one has to be chased by me personally...
A week ago, Shen Huifang and Zhou Yitang moved out of Yangliuan. Cheng Sizhou hired someone to do a deep cleaning. Taking advantage of the good weather, he washed and dried things in the house. In the words of the children in their compositions, the house was filled with the smell of sunshine.
That afternoon, Zhou Yitang, who had not been seen for a long time, walked in dejectedly, like an eggplant hit by frost, collapsed on the sofa, pretending to be a "corpse".
“So annoying!”
"What's bothering you? Two months of summer vacation isn't enough for you?"
Speaking of annoyance, Cheng Sizhou was also very annoyed. He had just worked overtime for half a month to respectfully deliver several cultural relics to be used in the porcelain exhibition into the display cabinets. Then he heard that a private collector was going to donate a large number of items to the Lantern Festival, including some porcelain pieces with missing parts. If the rating was very high, it meant that he and Yu Ming would be busy until at least September.
Of course, there was another reason why he was upset, which was that Wen Zichuan had not responded yet, and he didn't know whether he had thought it over and whether he was willing to move in.
"What's so exciting?" Zhou Yitang screamed. "Do you remember the voice actor drama I told you about before? Teacher Zheng Tu suddenly stopped acting. Isn't that annoying?"
"Aren't you a fan of Teacher An? Teacher An is going to act."
"But my classmate, Li Xiaomeng, is a fan of Zheng Tu. If Zheng Tu doesn't perform, she won't go. But I paid for her tickets, so she asked me to transfer the money. The show is about to start, who should I transfer it to?"
"What's there to be entangled about? If Mr. Zheng Tu doesn't act, someone else has to take over, right? Whoever's on the show, you can pass it on to their fans."
"Oh right! Why didn't I think of that!"
Unable to think of such a simple idea, Cheng Sizhou seriously suspected that the examiner had given her a break, which allowed her to be admitted to Dengyuan No. 1 Middle School.
Zhou Yitang suddenly sat up and opened the official website of Second Tone.
"ah!!!"
"What happened again?!"
"Look, look! The official announcement came out! They've replaced Teacher Zheng Tu with Teacher Wen!"
…
The two stared at each other for three full seconds before Zhou Yitang came to his senses and quickly clicked on the comments below. Fans were arguing with each other in the comments, with those cursing Di Ersheng and those cursing Wen Zichuan seeming to be competing against each other.
The second charge was false advertising and fan-luring. Although Wen Zichuan did nothing wrong, in the eyes of some extreme fans, he, a little-known actor, actually replaced Zheng Tu and starred with An Jie. His lack of self-awareness was also his original sin.
"It's over, it's over. Teacher Wen doesn't have any big and die-hard fans. The front row VIP tickets cost more than 800 yuan each, and there's no way I can get a ticket." Zhou Yitang was devastated. She didn't mean to say that Teacher Wen was a bad person, but being a nice person is one thing, and being able to mobilize fans to buy tickets is another.
"Yes!" Cheng Sizhou raised his head confidently. If he had a tail, it would probably be raised up as well.
Zhou Yitang stared at him for another two seconds, then suddenly burst into earth-shaking laughter: "Hahahaha!"
"What are you laughing at? It's like a pot of boiling water."
"You?"
"No?"
"I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"It's not right to say that."
Zhou Yitang stopped laughing and grabbed a pillow and tossed it around: "Is this your first time chasing stars?"
Cheng Sizhou said unhappily, "What's the matter? Are you planning to extort some of my tuition?"
"Seriously, this whole idol-chasing thing is really one-sided." Zhou Yitang's expression was filled with melancholy. "Look, I've liked Teacher An for so long, and I've chased him offline many times. But he doesn't even know I exist, and he certainly won't give me back for my love. The relationship between Teacher An and me isn't equal."
"You understand the truth, how could I not understand it?" Cheng Sizhou said disdainfully.
"If you're just trying to cover my expenses and don't really want to see the show, I'll find a way to transfer this ticket to someone else." Zhou Yitang swung his legs. "After all, no one's money comes from the wind."
"Who said I wasn't sincere?" Cheng Sizhou was too lazy to argue, intending to defeat the enemy with one move. "Besides, the performance is in Xueqiao. If I'm not with you, Sister Chen will let you go alone?"
"Oh, right!" Fortunately, Cheng Sizhou reminded her. If her mother knew that she planned to go to Xueqiao alone, she would probably force her to refund the ticket. "If you are sure you want to go, then we can go together! I will pursue Teacher An, and you will pursue Teacher Wen!"
The word "chase" is really an expression that is interpreted differently by different people.
Cheng Sizhou coughed dryly and changed the subject: "Well, starting from this month, I will transfer you a thousand yuan every month, so you should spend it sparingly."
"Ah?" Zhou Yitang thought, the strong wind blew the money here.
"Don't tell your mother."
"Oh...I understand."
This was not the first time that Zhou Han had secretly given money to Zhou Yitang. He was unable to take care of his daughter's daily life, and was embarrassed to meet Shen Huifang. The only way he could express his love was to give her money.
Cheng Sizhou felt that Shen Huifang was so smart that she couldn't have been unaware that Zhou Han was secretly "fighting guerrilla warfare" here. She was simply turning a blind eye and giving him a chance to care about his daughter.
Ugh, damn female human cub! Using double pocket money to chase celebrities, it really doesn't hurt at all.
August 12th arrived in the blink of an eye. Young Zhou Yitang had specially donned a long, off-the-shoulder dress, something she wouldn't normally wear out. She looked incredibly graceful, charming, and pure. Passersby, young and old, couldn't help but take a second look, but Cheng Sizhou, accompanying her, remained calm and unmoved.
"Hey, do you think Teacher An can see me on the stage?" Zhou Yitang's sweet daydream began as soon as he got on the train.
Cheng Sizhou was forced to take off his headphones: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Of course it's true!"
"When the big magnesium lights on the stage turn on, I guarantee he won't be able to see a single ghost, let alone you."
"There's a transition or a curtain call. As soon as the lights go off, I wave my hands as hard as I can. He's sure he'll see it, right?"
"Are you a little...?" Cheng Sizhou pointed at Taiyangxue with disdain. "Who said that there's an unequal relationship between fans and their idols? Since you don't expect anything in return from Teacher An, why do you want to attract his attention? If he doesn't perform well because of you, are you doing him a favor or harming him? Besides, didn't you disturb the other audience members by waving your hands frantically during the performance?"
"What are you talking about? I was just saying it!" Zhou Yitang thought there was something wrong with him. Ever since he heard the saying "there's a inequality between fans and idols," he'd always had a sour face and couldn't even hear a joke. "What a culprit! No wonder he's always been single!"
Zhou Yitang didn't realize at all that she was dancing wildly in Cheng Sizhou's minefield.
Cheng Sizhou nodded, put on his headphones, and gave her a look, letting her figure it out for herself.
The little girl turned her head and looked around the carriage. Everyone was quiet, and she felt embarrassed to keep talking nonstop, so she just kept her mouth shut.
She scrolled through her phone for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up with excitement, like someone who had been hungry for three days suddenly seeing a piece of fat meat. While lip-syncing, she threw the link to Cheng Sizhou: "Look, look! Teacher Wen is so handsome!"
In Wen Zichuan's case, the role was replaced at the last minute, and the final makeup photos were not released until the day of the performance.
Cheng Sizhou clicked on the link and saw Teacher Wen in a sky-blue robe, with his left hand behind his back and a bamboo slip in his right hand. He had a handsome face, eyebrows flying into his temples, and a proud look in his eyes that was untainted by the world.
He... is really handsome.
When it comes to the aesthetics of handsome guys, as long as they have a good-looking face, they can win the favor of ignorant girls like Zhou Yitang; and Cheng Sizhou's sexual orientation determines that he will not only look at the face, but also read an abstinence from his tight collar and cuffs, his slender waist that is trying to cover up, and his eyes that are more arrogant and want him to humiliate him.
While Zhou Yitang was not paying attention, Cheng Sizhou pressed the save button.
Everyone loves beauty, and it’s not too unusual to have some fantasies about beautiful women’s photos.
An hour later, we arrived at the snow bridge.
Xueqiao is a city with rich cultural heritage. The hustle and bustle of the city is dotted with intoxicating scenery of lakes and mountains. The green tiles and flying eaves outline a sense of antiquity, and it is the story of the grievances and entanglements of many talented men and beautiful women throughout history.
The area around the station was bustling with people, and Cheng Sizhou had no time to appreciate the scenery. He was carrying his luggage while looking for the way, and he also had to keep an eye on Zhou Yitang to prevent her from being too cocky and getting separated from him.
“Stop, stop, stop—”
"what?"
"Get the stuff, there's a phone call."
Cheng Sizhou freed his left hand, dug into his right pocket, and twisted himself into a knot. His phone had been vibrating in his trouser pocket for a while, and with all the noise and chaos around him, it was inconvenient to answer it.
"Don't run around, I'll call you back." Cheng Sizhou instructed.
"Oh, I know," Zhou Yitang said impatiently, "Just like an old woman."
"Hello." The call was connected, and a slightly childish male voice came from the other end. "I'm Su Zhuo, a staff member of Second Voice. I'd like to ask, is your Weibo nickname 'Zi Yue'?"
Cheng Sizhou's heart skipped a beat. How had his recently registered account been discovered? Had it been hacked?
"Yes, it's me." He decided to wait and see.
The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Mr. Ziyue, are you a die-hard fan of Teacher Wen Zichuan?"
"Uh... sort of."
"Have you been following Mr. Wen's recent activities? He has a performance at the Xueqiao Grand Theatre today."
"...I bought the tickets and was about to go to the theater."
"That's great! After today's performance, we have a small meet-and-greet backstage and have invited some fans to participate. If it's convenient for you, why not attend as a fan of Teacher Wen? There will be benefits such as taking photos and signing autographs."
Backstage celebration? The actors should all be there.
Before Cheng Sizhou could say whether he agreed or not, Zhou Yitang, with her sharp sixth sense as a young girl, sensed that the call was unusual and gave him a strange look.
Poor star-chasing girl, why not satisfy her? Besides, I can also see Wen Zichuan, even if it's just from a distance.
"How do I participate?"
"After the show, you can go backstage through the guest passage. We will have staff verify your identity information."
"OK, thanks."
"See you later, Mr. Ziyue."
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