Chapter 31 Rehearsal Time (1)
[Qingqingqingqingqingshifen: Our Sun Qing has suffered so much. He was exposed online by Ying's fans and had to endure Ying's bullying in private [crying] [crying] We will finally get our reward after all the hardship! [clenched fist]]
Polar Bear Falls in Love with a Giant Cockroach: Just a casual observer, I really think Ying Zhisheng's behavior is a bit excessive, like... protecting food [dog head] [sticking out tongue]
[Peanut 363 replied to Polar Bear on his behalf...: Is it possible that Ying Zhisheng simply dislikes Sun Qing and doesn't like him getting too close?]
[Boyfriend and husband quarreled and cried every day: Oh, it's obvious that Ying Zhisheng hates Sun Qing. Has everyone forgotten that Sun Qing was deliberately provocative on the show?]
[Big Pixiu Big Pixiu~: This is so funny! Jiang Huoda sat there for ten minutes and couldn't even move the machine, and the assistant beside him was wiping his sweat off. He looked so weak.]
[At this moment: Ying Zhisheng relies on those crappy songs and his many crazy fans to bully us, Sun Qing!]
A Qiang from the auto repair shop replied to Qingqing: "You are talented, you have a lot of fans, you are excellent. You won't let your brother use this treadmill. Go call the police now [Come on] [Come on]"
Ying Zhisheng slowly scrolled through the chaotic comment section, while Lou Sheng watched intently from behind.
"You're arguing again, but that's normal. You seem to have a negative physique."
Ying Zhisheng's eyes moved slowly, and he turned his head to stare at the ghost behind him. The tip of his nose seemed to touch a hint of coldness, which was the warmth from Lou Sheng.
"Why are you looking at me?" Lou Sheng felt uneasy and wanted to drag Ying Zhisheng out into the sun. He then said, "Can you be more normal?"
"A female ghost has come to our house." He spoke softly and slowly, and his tone made it difficult to understand what he was concerned about.
"Yes, the female ghost is called Zhou Qing, and she's here to stay for a few nights."
It was broad daylight, the curtains tightly drawn inside the hotel suite, the light so dim that the glow from the phone screen was blinding. Ying Zhisheng hummed a light melody, casually putting down his phone and staring at Lou Sheng.
"Why are you looking at me?" Lou Sheng felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he said nonchalantly, "First, focus on what's trending. They're all accusing you of bullying Sun Qing, being arrogant, and buying trending topics to attract attention. If you keep going like this, all the reputation you've built up will be gone."
"Lou Sheng." Ying Zhisheng's voice was low, and he suddenly asked, "Do you want to drink my blood?"
"I don't want to."
Ying Zhisheng clenched his fingers. In the second drawer of his desk sat a brand-new, sharp fruit knife. No one knew how badly he wanted to slash his flesh with the tip of the knife, drawing blood. The rapidly flowing crimson would cover the entire off-white tabletop, spreading even further as it fell to the ground.
Lou Sheng will drink his blood, and the souls and bodies of the two will merge into one.
Just thinking about it, Ying Zhisheng's pupils dilated slightly, and he was indescribably excited. His face remained calm, but his palms were almost bleeding from being scratched by his fingernails.
But Ying Zhisheng heard Lou Sheng say, "I won't drink your blood."
"Why?"
"Maybe because." Lou Sheng leaned over and put his arm around his neck, a cold breath suddenly touching him, and continued, "Maybe because I don't like you getting hurt."
Lou Sheng could easily cool down his excited emotions.
Ying Zhisheng couldn't help but get closer to the ghost behind him, even if there was no real touch, even if it was useless.
"Lou Sheng, don't get too close to other ghosts, I'll be jealous."
…
What is going on?
Ying Zhisheng and Lou Sheng were browsing the comment section, both of them absent-minded, each thinking about something and worrying about something.
Lou Sheng glanced at Ying Zhisheng's profile, the words "I'd be jealous" still replaying in his mind. He'd received countless confessions of love and affection since childhood, sweet words and sincere confessions that had all gone in one ear and out the other. But these four words, for a moment, Lou Sheng couldn't get them out of his mind.
There is no future for the living and the dead.
What can he say to Ying Zhisheng in this horrible state?
"Lou Sheng, can you lend me your trumpet?"
Lou Sheng was impatient, "You create one yourself."
"I want to use the account called 'I am Ying Zhisheng Boss'."
Lou Sheng suddenly looked up, quickly took a few steps back to keep his distance and asked, "How did you know this number is mine? It's not Ying Zhisheng! You must have been peeking at my phone during winter break!"
"Yes." Ying Zhisheng admitted it directly.
Lou Sheng felt his scalp tingle with embarrassment, wanting to hit his head in the dirt when he thought about himself using this pseudonym to defend Ying Zhisheng online all day, calling him "brother" in the comments section when he was in a good mood, and even copying the corny confessions to follow suit.
Ying Zhisheng clicked on the homepage of [I am Ying Zhisheng Boss] and showed the content on the mobile phone screen to Lou Sheng.
[I'm Ying Zhisheng's boss: No way, buddy, Ying Zhisheng's songs aren't good. Are you deaf people sneaking into a normal crowd? Reply to anonymous user nns..'s post]
I'm Ying Zhisheng's boss: You idiots, you're bullying me for not being able to curse! Come and fight me! I've been fighting haters for years and never lost. Attached screenshot: [Image] ×9]
[I'm Ying Zhisheng's boss: Hey, my son is so handsome! Repost // Ying Zhisheng Studio: Daily Nine-square grid is here!]
[I'm the eldest brother, Ying Zhisheng: He's so handsome I'm about to get a nosebleed. Luckily, there's an even more handsome guy in my mirror. But Ying Zhisheng is still good-looking! I'm rooting for Brother Zhisheng [applause] [applause]]
…
Lou Sheng took a quick look, closed his eyes and dared not face it.
The two of them have been out of touch for several years, but he still insists on checking in online every day, editing videos and confronting the haters.
No wonder, the sole administrator of Ying Zhisheng's five fan groups was the account "I am Ying Zhisheng's boss." Lou Sheng had thought it was due to his own outstanding performance, but it turned out that Ying Zhisheng had given him a backdoor.
Ying Zhisheng glanced at Lou Sheng's brilliant speech, chuckled, and said, "I remember you called me husband in the comments below my 20-year-old makeup photo. Lou Sheng, one moment you're my son, the next you're my brother, and the next you're my husband. What do you want?"
“…”
Lou Sheng just ran away.
——
Start preparing for the second episode.
Competition was fierce, and the songs prepared by the guests were kept secret, with rehearsals only commencing two days before the show began. For example, Sun Qing had to clear the set even for rehearsals.
Lou Sheng sat quietly watching Ying Zhisheng communicate with the stage planner. Zhou Qing came over to sit next to him. He sighed slightly and beckoned Ba Shuo, who was squatting on the ground, to sit between them.
"You're afraid Ying Zhisheng will be jealous." Zhou Qing's words were always accurate.
Lou Sheng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Bashuo is here, so is Jiang Huoda here too? Why don't I see him?"
"Jiang Huoda is eavesdropping at the door. He's very interested in Ying Zhisheng's performance and even asked the cameraman about it."
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