We are in this together
I leaned in Zhao Yin's arms and browsed my phone, my fingers unconsciously swiping across the Weibo homepage.
I originally wanted to see the new output in the "Xiyouyin" super topic, but was attracted by an entry with #沈嘉言赵银楚敌CP#.
I clicked on it and found that it was a few extreme fans of Shen Jiayan who were frantically flooding the screen with screenshots of the two of them at an event. They even deliberately cut out the pictures of me being there, and the captions were all "This is the sense of fate of a strong confrontation."
"Some people should stop trying to get attention."
Before I could scroll down, Zhao Yin's chin rested on the top of my head. He had obviously seen the content on the screen, and said, "Don't pay attention to this."
"But they've gone too far," I handed him the phone, pointing at the malicious comments, "and they said I was just trying to get attention. It was obviously Shen Jiayan who had been..." Before I could finish my words, he covered my mouth with his hand.
He took my phone, locked the screen, and placed it on the coffee table. He then turned me around and hugged me face to face: "What's the point of getting angry? If they want to argue, let them. We just need to live our own lives."
I buried my head in the crook of his neck and said sullenly, "I'm not mad at them for supporting their CP, I'm mad at them for deliberately smearing me and even cutting out your expressions. It's obvious that you never look happy every time you're in the same frame with Shen Jiayan."
He chuckled softly, "You still remember to read my expression?" Seeing that I didn't respond, he softened his tone, "Okay, don't be angry. Brother Chen has asked the team to keep an eye on them. If they make too much noise, they will contact the platform to handle it."
I nodded and was about to put the matter behind me when my phone vibrated. It was a message from Sister Zhou with a screenshot of the fan group attached.
Our fans have already started arguing with those extreme fans. Both sides are exchanging topics in the super chat, and some people even brought up the previous incident of Shen Jiayan snatching resources. The situation has become a little out of control.
"Sister Zhou said that the fans on both sides are arguing fiercely, and asked if we should post a Weibo to appease them." I looked up at Zhao Yin, feeling a little helpless. "If we post it, will it make things worse?"
He took my phone, quickly glanced at Sister Zhou's message, then opened WeChat and sent a voice message to Brother Chen. The content was very concise: "Tell the team to contact the platform to block malicious entries first, so as not to let fans fight each other. We will post on Weibo later."
After sending the voice message, he handed the phone back to me and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. We didn't post on Weibo to argue with them, but to stop our fans from getting angry about this kind of thing. It's not worth it."
I hummed and leaned back into his arms.
He picked up his phone, opened the photo album, flipped through it, and then handed it to me.
It was a photo we took just now when we were trying on light blue suits. He hugged me from behind and we both looked at the mirror and smiled.
"Use this one?" he asked.
I nodded. "Okay."
He didn't post it immediately, but sent the photo to the studio first and asked them to do some simple editing.
Then she picked up my phone, opened my Weibo account, and handed me the screen, "I'm going to try on a dress for the charity night tomorrow. The light blue color is very suitable for spring. @赵银", and the picture was that photo.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
I looked at that simple sentence. It didn't mention the fan fight, nor did it respond to those malicious comments. It just calmly shared our daily life. I nodded again: "Okay, let's post it like this."
He first logged into my account and posted the Weibo, then reposted it using his own account with an "hmm" emoticon, which is the symbol we often use after the official announcement. Fans all know that this is a little code between us.
Less than two minutes after the Weibo post was published, the comment section exploded.
Our fans left comments saying, "What a great match! The light blue is absolutely stunning!"
"Ignore all that nonsense, just be good, brothers," even the fans who had been arguing fiercely before began to persuade each other, "Stop arguing, look how sweet the brothers are." The comments of those extreme fans were quickly drowned out by the blessings and were almost invisible.
I refreshed the comment section a few times, and the frustration in my heart finally dissipated.
Zhao Yin hugged me tighter, and said with a hint of smile: "Look, isn't this more effective than quarreling?"
"Yeah." I looked up at him and couldn't help but kiss him on the chin, "Zhao Yin, you are really amazing."
He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, reached out and clasped the back of my head and kissed me.
The kiss was soothing.
Halfway through the kiss, my aunt came in with a fruit plate and we quickly separated.
Auntie put the fruit plate on the coffee table and said with a smile: "I just heard you laughing. What are you looking at so happily?"
I was just about to make an excuse when Zhao Yin spoke first: "I'm looking at the photos of us trying on dresses. Do you think they look good, Auntie?"
My aunt came over to look at my phone screen and smiled. "It looks great! The light blue suits you two very well. You'll definitely be the two most handsome people at the charity party."
We chatted with the aunt for a few minutes, and she told us to go to bed early, and then went back to the room.
After my aunt left, I leaned in Zhao Yin's arms and continued to browse Weibo. I saw fans posting our previous photos in the comment section. Someone even edited our interactions in the variety show into a video with the caption "This is a two-way love." My heart was filled with warmth.
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered something, "Should we go to the supermarket tomorrow? We're almost out of mangoes at home."
He nodded. "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow morning. Didn't you say you wanted to eat mango crepe? We can buy the ingredients and make it ourselves."
"Really? You can make mango mille-feuille?"
"No," he said frankly, "but we can learn together. Aren't there tutorials online?"
I smiled and pinched his face: "Okay, if you mess up, don't blame me."
He chuckled softly and reached out to scratch my waist: "It's still unclear who is to blame."
We snuggled on the sofa and chatted for a while, and before we knew it, it was late at night. I yawned and felt a little sleepy.
Zhao Yin picked me up and walked towards the bedroom: "If you are tired, go to bed early. We still have to go to the supermarket tomorrow."
I leaned in his arms, he put me on the bed, covered me with a blanket, then he lay down himself and held me in his arms.
"Zhao Yin," I whispered with my eyes closed, "It's great to have you around."
He bent down and kissed the top of my head, his voice gentle: "Yeah, me too."
I found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep.
The next morning, Zhao Yin was already awake. "Awake? Sleep a little longer? The supermarket isn't crowded in the morning, we can go later."
"No," I sat up and stretched. "I want to go early, buy some mangoes, and then come back to learn how to make mango crepe."
He smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll go make breakfast, and you can come down and eat after you finish washing up."
We washed up together and went downstairs to have breakfast.
Auntie has already prepared breakfast, which is my favorite soy milk and buns.
After breakfast, we packed up and drove to the supermarket.
There weren't many people in the supermarket, so we pushed the shopping cart and walked around slowly.
Zhao Yin was very patient. When I went to the fruit section to pick mangoes, he stood by and waited, even helping me pick out a few ripe mangoes. When I reached the snack section, I couldn't resist grabbing a few bags of potato chips, and he didn't stop me. He just smiled and said, "Eat less. It's not good for your health."
We bought mangoes, flour, cream and other ingredients for mango mille-feuille, as well as some vegetables and meat, preparing to make hot pot in the evening.
After paying the bill, we walked towards the parking lot with our shopping bags. As soon as we reached the supermarket entrance, we saw a car parked not far away. The window was lowered, revealing Shen Jiayan's face.
He obviously saw us as well, and waved with a smile: "Wenxi, Teacher Zhao Yin, what a coincidence?"
I didn't say anything, just nodded.
Zhao Yin held my hand and said calmly, "Are you here to buy something?"
"Yeah," Shen Jiayan glanced at the shopping bags in our hands and said with a smile, "I see you bought so many mangoes. Are you going to make mango desserts?"
I frowned and was about to speak when Zhao Yin spoke first: "Well, Wenxi wants to eat mango mille-feuille. Let's go back and make it ourselves."
Shen Jiayan smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "I wish you success. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
I couldn't help but ask Zhao Yin, "Why is he here in this supermarket? Is he following us on purpose?"
Zhao Yin shook his head and said in a relaxed tone: "Probably not. This supermarket is close to our home and many people come here to buy things. Don't think too much. Let's go home and make mango mille-feuille."
I nodded and didn't dwell on it anymore.
After getting in the car, I leaned back in the chair.
After returning home, we packed up the things we bought and started preparing to make mango mille-feuille.
Zhao Yin was responsible for whipping the cream according to the tutorial, and I was responsible for cutting the mangoes.
At the beginning, everything went smoothly, but when it came to rolling out the Thousand Layer Wrapper, problems arose. The Thousand Layer Wrapper I rolled out was either too thin and broke, or too thick and not tasty.
I was a little frustrated and put the spatula on the table. "Why is this so difficult? I clearly followed the tutorial."
Zhao Yin came over, hugged me from behind, and reached out to pick up the spatula: "Don't worry, I'll try."
He was very serious when spreading the Thousand Layers of Leather. With a slight turn of his wrist, he quickly spread out a piece of Thousand Layers of Leather of even thickness.
I watched him skillfully move and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you say you couldn't do it? How come you're so good at it?"
He chuckled, turned his head and whispered in my ear: "I secretly learned some tricks when I was watching your stall just now."
I reached out and pinched his face: "So you already knew it, and you lied to me."
He didn't refute, but just smiled and said: "It's not too late to know now, let's do it together."
Under his guidance, I gradually mastered the technique of rolling out the Thousand Layer Noodles. Although I still make mistakes occasionally, it is much better than at the beginning.
We spread the lasagna together, then stacked it up layer by layer, layer by layer of cream, and layer by layer of mango. Finally, we put a whole mango on top and sprinkled some coconut flakes.
Looking at the finished mango crepe, I felt a sense of accomplishment: "I didn't expect it to be so successful on our first try. It must be delicious."
Zhao Yin picked up the fork, took a small piece and handed it to me: "Try it."
I took a bite, and the sweetness of mango and the richness of cream melted in my mouth. It tasted better than the ones I bought outside.
I took another small piece and handed it to Zhao Yin: "Try it too, it's really delicious."
He took a bite and nodded: "Mm, delicious. Our teacher Wenxi is really amazing."
After a while, I'd finished half of the mango lasagna and was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, scrolling through my phone. Zhao Yin was tidying up the countertop. I'd just clicked on the "Xiyouyin" chatroom when I saw three messages from Sister Zhou. Her tone was a bit more urgent than it had been this morning: "Are you and Teacher Zhao Yin home now? A few of Shen Jiayan's extremist fans found the address of your villa and were making a scene at the gate. The security guards stopped them from entering, but they haven't left yet. They say they're waiting for you to come out and 'discuss.'"
Zhao Yin probably heard my breathing getting heavier, so he turned off the faucet and walked over to me, reaching out and touching my hand: "What's wrong?"
I handed him the phone, my voice a little tense: "Sister Zhou said that Shen Jiayan's fans found our house and were making a scene at the gate of the community."
He scanned the messages quickly, but didn't speak immediately. He took my phone and called Brother Chen first. His tone was colder than usual, "Tell security to control those fans at the gate of the community and don't let them get close to the villa. I'll have the driver take us out the side door. Contact the police to handle the matter. Also, contact Shen Jiayan's team and have them take care of their fans."
After hanging up the phone, he pulled me in front of him and gently pinched my chin: "Don't panic, Brother Chen will handle it. Let's go out through the side door first and stay in the studio for a while. Come back after this is resolved."
"Why did they find this place?" I was still a little confused. The address of our villa has never been made public, and even our fans only know the approximate area of the community.
"They must have checked the driving records, or followed our car. Don't think about it, just follow me first."
The aunt heard the noise in the living room and came over to ask what was going on. Zhao Yin simply said to her, "Something happened outside, we need to go out for a while." He didn't explain much because he was afraid that she would worry.
We didn't bring much with us, so we just took our cell phones and keys and went out through the side door of the villa. The driver was already waiting on the roadside.
Zhao Yin took my hand, held it in his palm, and said nothing. He just rubbed my knuckles with his thumb from time to time, as if to comfort me.
When we arrived at the studio, Brother Chen was already waiting at the door, his face grim. "The police have already gone to the neighborhood. Those fans are quite agitated, saying you 'stole Shen Jiayan's resources' and that Teacher Zhao Yin 'has been led astray by Teacher Wen Xi.' Shen Jiayan's team just replied, saying they will issue a statement to persuade the fans, but they didn't mention an apology."
"There's no need to wait for them to apologize. Let the police handle the situation as they see fit. Also, gather the evidence of them following us and trespassing. If they continue to cause trouble, we'll take legal action."
Brother Chen nodded. "I see. I've asked my assistant to compile the evidence. By the way, the screenwriter for the campus drama just sent a revised draft, saying they've added a segment reminiscing about the protagonists' high school days. Would you like to take a look?"
Speaking of campus drama, Zhao Yin glanced at me and said to Brother Chen, "Send the script to my email and we'll review it in the conference room."
Entering the conference room, Zhao Yin opened his laptop and pulled up the revised draft sent by the screenwriter. It began with a flashback scene.
"That's a good paragraph," I couldn't help but say, "Like when we were in high school, you saved a seat for me in the library, and I fell asleep on the table, and you put your coat on me."
Zhao Yin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "If only I had met you earlier."
"How could that be?" I turned to look at him. "Then do you remember that time in winter when you were obviously cold yourself, but you gave me your coat and wrapped yourself in a scarf, with your ears frozen red?"
"I was worried you'd be cold, so five years ago I could only find various excuses to send you things."
"Me too," I whispered. "Back then, I always deliberately asked you questions. Actually, I just wanted to spend more time with you."
He chuckled softly and held me in his arms: "So you were so nervous about me back then?"
"Who's worried about you?" I said stubbornly, but didn't push him away.
Brother Chen knocked on the door and came in, two cups of coffee in his hands. Seeing us leaning against each other, he was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly. "Well, the police said that those fans have been educated and signed letters of guarantee. Shen Jiayan's team also issued a statement, urging fans to be rational in their pursuit of idols, but they didn't mention an apology specifically for you."
Zhao Yin took the coffee and handed me a cup. "No need to force them to apologize, just stop making trouble. Oh, and by the way, security needs to be tightened for the opening ceremony of the campus drama. Don't let any more fans in."
"I understand. I've already discussed this with the organizers, and they'll arrange for a few more security guards."
After Chen finished speaking, he added, "Also, the screenwriter just asked if we should add a line to that flashback scene, where Protagonist 1 says to Protagonist 2, 'After the college entrance exam, I'll take you to see the ocean.' What do you think?"
"Of course." I said immediately, "After the college entrance examination, you took me to see the sea. At the beach, you also said that we should go to more places together in the future."
"Well, add it." Zhao Yin also nodded. "Tell the screenwriter to polish the lines. Don't be too blunt. Make it more subtle."
After Brother Chen left, we continued to look at the revised draft. Later in the film, there was a scene where Lin Yu was helping Su Nian get out of trouble. Someone spread a rumor on the school forum that Protagonist 1 got into the key class through connections. Protagonist 2 went straight up to them and cornered them in the hallway of the teaching building, saying, "Apologize and delete the post, or I'll have the teacher come over."
It was already afternoon when I finished the draft.
Brother Chen came over and said that the situation in the community had been handled and those fans had stopped making trouble. Shen Jiayan's team also issued a statement. Although there was no apology, the fans' emotions had calmed down a little.
"Should we go back to the community?" I asked Zhao Yin.
He glanced at the time and said, "Wait a little longer. We'll go to your favorite hot pot restaurant tonight and go back after dinner."
"Okay." I nodded, and the feeling of being blocked in my heart finally dissipated.
When we were having hot pot that night, Zhao Yin kept putting food for me, including my favorite beef rolls and shrimp balls. I couldn't help but say, "You should eat too, stop putting food for me all the time."
"It's okay, I can pick it up myself." He said with a smile, "Eat more. I didn't eat much this afternoon."
After finishing the hot pot, we drove back to the complex. When we arrived at the villa gate, Auntie was already waiting there, holding a thermos bucket. "I made some Tremella soup. You're back just in time. Drink it while it's hot."
We took the thermos and went into the house.
Auntie smiled and said, "The community security called me this afternoon and said the matter has been handled. Did you feel wronged?"
"No, Auntie, we're fine." I said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have worried you."
"I'm glad you're okay." Auntie patted my hands and said, "You should get some rest early and don't get too tired."
Drinking Tremella Soup, I leaned in Zhao Yin's arms and asked, "Are you still thinking about what happened this afternoon?"
"No." I shook my head. "I just feel that it's great to have you around. No matter what troubles I encounter, you will help me solve them."
He bent down and kissed my lips, "We are together. It's not that I'm helping you, but we face it together."
I nodded.
The next morning, I was woken up by Zhao Yin.
He held a school uniform jacket in his hand and said with a smile, "Get up and try it on. The uniforms for the school play have arrived. The screenwriter said that we should try on the size first. If it doesn't fit, we can modify it."
I sat up and took the school uniform jacket.
It was a blue and white style. I put on the jacket, stood up and turned around. "It fits well, but the sleeves are a little long."
Zhao Yin came over and helped me roll up my sleeves: "Just right, it looks cute this way."
"Who's cute?" I said stubbornly but didn't push him away.
He also picked up his school uniform jacket and put it on, then walked to the mirror. The blue and white school uniform made his skin look whiter, and his eyes and brows were less cold and hard as usual, and more youthful.
"You look really good." I couldn't help but say, "Like when you were in high school, weren't you always very conspicuous when you wore your school uniform, and many girls would secretly look at you?"
He chuckled, reached out and pulled me in front of the mirror, hugged me from behind: "Yes, there is, but now only you can see it."
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered something, "Should we wear our school uniforms to the opening ceremony of the campus drama? It would definitely create a great atmosphere."
"Sure." Zhao Yin nodded. "I'll tell the director and have him arrange it."
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to the director, who replied quickly, saying, "No problem, it makes sense to start filming in school uniform."
We tried on our uniforms for a while longer and then went downstairs to have breakfast.
Auntie looked at us in our school uniforms and said with a smile, "It feels like we're back in high school. Were you like this back then, going to and from school together?"
"No, we hadn't met yet." I shook my head. "If we knew each other then, he would have waited for me every day and walked home together."
"That's right." Auntie smiled and said, "It's good to be young. It's great to have so many beautiful memories."
After breakfast, we prepared to go to the studio to discuss the details of the campus drama with the screenwriter.
Just as Zhao Yin reached the door, his phone rang. It was Brother Chen calling: "Shen Jiayan's team just issued an apology statement, apologizing for the fans' behavior and saying they would strengthen fan management. Do you want to respond?"
"There's no need to respond. Let them handle the fans themselves. We don't need to get too involved with them."
Zhao Yin hung up the phone and took my hand: "Don't worry about them, let's go to the studio."
"knew."
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