It was a few days ago that I had eaten with Wan Chukong, but Qi Ji could often recall the dim white lights of street lights under my feet and the dark brown pupils of the man when he raised his head.

There was a burst of pain from his waist, and Qi Ji stood up and put his legs down from the rod.

When he was free, he liked to press his legs. While he was running out of his mind, he pressed lower and lower. He was so slow that he was in a state of excitement when he was in pain. Ren Si reminded him to change this broken habit several times, but he had been doing this since he was twelve years old, and it was not something he could change.

The wall mirror in front of him reflected Qi Ji's slightly sweaty face. Because he was going to attend the platform party at night, his hair was temporarily dyed back to black. It was the kind of pure black, standing under the sunlight and not translucent, but not dead.

Qi Ji changed his clothes and was notified by the agent to the gray car.

"Be careful when you come out, there are fans squatting in the parking lot."

But how to be careful, the road leading to the parking lot is only the side door and the elevator, so of course he can only take the elevator down.

The girls were obviously waiting for a long time, and they all rushed over when they saw Qi Ji coming out.

"Qiji! Qiji!"

"Brother has gotten off work late recently. Is it hard to do it!"

Qi Ji responded with a smile while walking forward with difficulty. The staff helped stop him: "We cannot accept gifts, nor can we write a letter. Please give it to everyone, don't squeeze or fall down, give it to me!"

Ten minutes later, Qi Ji finally got into the car that the agent mentioned, and some people were still unwilling to take pictures of the car door.

There were only Qiu Yi and Xia Wu in the car, and the other members left first in another car.

Qiu Yi's eyes were cold, and he looked at Qi Ji, who was covered in embarrassment with his chin on one hand, and his hand had a hurried letter and gift.

"Give it aside," he said, "they shouldn't have been in the parking lot."

The driver in front said, "Oh, hey, my ancestors, I haven't opened it yet. You can't say a little bit, don't you want the glass to break once?"

"Oh." Qiu Yi responded and looked back at Qi Ji, "You are still planning to keep it? Sister He will scold you."

Qi Ji shook his head, "Let's leave it to Sister He to deal with it later."

There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was a little late to arrive at the venue. The three of them trotted all the way. When they arrived, they were called to rehearsal before they even drank.

It was originally just a simple sentence "I want to drink water", but Qi Ji hesitated but still didn't say it.

You can drink water after the rehearsal.

He thought so, but after he was not satisfied with the schedule twice. The stage style had to be adjusted, so Qi Ji had to sneak off the stage to get a bottle of water while no one was paying attention.

Generally, this kind of water is supplied to the staff behind the scenes. Whoever is thirsty will get a bottle, and there is no concern.

But Qi Ji was caught.

"What are you doing?" The man standing in front of him had a straight suit pants, looking upwards with an impeccable face, and a light-colored mole on the bridge of his nose.

Qi Ji breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, "I am thirsty and want to drink water."

Wan Chukong raised his eyebrows, "Is that OK?"

It was possible, but Wan Chukong was unsure of Qi Ji when he asked this, "...Isn't it possible?"

"I don't know, so I'm asking you."

Qi Ji was confused for a moment, and soon heard someone calling his name not far away. Then Wan Chukong handed him half a bottle of water, "My."

Qi Ji took it without hesitation, "Thank you."

Then he turned around and ran away.

Chen Shenghang witnessed everything beside him and came over: "Why are you bullying others? The water is for people to drink."

Wan Chukong glanced at him and asked politely: "What are you doing with me? Is there no other place to go?"

"Let me see what you are doing. I was sitting on it and suddenly got up. I thought you were sick." Chen Shenghang touched his chin, "To be honest, when did you get so familiar with your one? I said I didn't know you and never met you before. I was not interested. How long has it been, and I gave you all the water to drink?"

Wan Chukong didn't answer his words, but looked on the stage. Qi Ji had already unscrewed the bottle cap and drank water. Because it was not the formal stage, only light makeup was applied on his face, his lips were very thin and light, but his tongue was bright red. When he touched the water in the bottle, the water slid down little by little as the Adam's apple rolled, and it was soon to the end.

Qi Ji licked the corner of his mouth.

Didn't drink enough.

Wan Chukong bent down and took another bottle of water and put it on the table.

Giving cats water but not enough is an immoral behavior.

As Chen Shenghang looked at it, his face suddenly changed, "I just joked casually, won't you two really be a success, right?"

Wan Chukong took a step. This time he did not go back to the audience but walked backstage. "I didn't tell you that we knew each other in junior high school. I returned to China for him."

"Stop tug, you're back because..." Chen Shenghang said this and sighed deeply, "Anyway, everyone is just having fun, please be careful, this is just that there are not many people watching the rehearsal. Once there are more people, I think you should not have to contact your family... Don't have too much contact with Qi Ji."

"Why?"

"What? You two are not the same path. This popularity is not good for you at all. The fans on the Internet can't make any splashes. If you really know each other, the meaning will be different."

Wan Chukong: "It's too late."

"???" Chen Shenghang asked, "Are you two really having sex?"

Wan Chukong continued: "We two have already met."

Chen Shenghang wanted to punch his fist on the face that everyone praised, but he had no choice but to return from studying abroad with this person. He knew how cruel his methods were. He could not fight in a fight, but he could verbally stimulate him.

"Seeing that you are in a good mood recently, is it that my aunt finally let go?"

Sure enough, Wan Chukong's eyes changed when he saw it, but in just a moment, his expression quickly returned to normal, and he even raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Chen Shenghang was about to retreat and escape when he saw another person coming to the lounge. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and muttered in a low voice: "Pretend, you fucking pretend."

After the rehearsal, Qi Ji looked off the stage and couldn't find Wan Chukong.

He was not surprised that Wan Chukong appeared here. The man just won the award and was a popular actor in the circle. If the platform wants popularity, he will naturally invite whoever is popular.

I just don’t know how many people saw the scene just now. After Qi Ji stepped down, he saw many people secretly glance at him and whispering something.

He looked down at his toes as if he couldn't see it, and he looked down at his toes. Someone hit his shoulder. When he looked up, he was Qiu Yi.

"What are you thinking? Look at the road."

Qiu Yi is the second youngest in their group. He was just twenty last month. He is very mature in dealing with people and is good at speaking and dares to speak. He usually has a cold face, but he is never shy when it is time to open his business and his popularity has always remained high.

As a friend, Su Mianchao has always said that Qiji is suitable for the stage, but there are so many people standing on the stage, some people standing in the center, and some people standing in the corners, and they may be squeezed out if they are not careful.

Qi Ji felt that he was not particularly suitable, but he was lucky.

He was feeling that Fu Shuang suddenly pressed his shoulder from behind and shook, "Little Brother Liu!"

The agent in front immediately turned around and winked him. Just call this title privately, and you must not be heard by others in front of the stage.

Fu Shuang immediately fell silent, lowered her head and whispered: "Brother, I just saw your husband, right off the stage."

Qi Ji rarely did not refute and said "yes".

In fact, all my mind was thinking, not only in the audience, but even the other party helped me pass the water. What did he say about this? Fortunately, the youngest didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely turn into a loudspeaker and spread everywhere.

Fu Shuang was stunned, "Why don't you refute me?"

Qi Ji didn't react, "What are you refuting?"

Fu Shuang stopped and stood there. Because the distance was far, her voice became louder, "You admit that he is your husband."

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Qi Ji.

Qi Ji: "...I don't have it!!"

When I returned to the lounge, the agent was looking through the gifts and letters, and only looked up when he saw them coming in.

"Don't accept this kind of thing next time."

Qi Ji nodded, but he had no explanation and forced him to do so.

But the agent frowned and pursed his lower lip, "Qi Ji, you..."

"Um?"

"Be careful recently, otherwise you'd better move back to the company. The fans who have followed Fu Shuang before are very interested in you."

"Oh, oh, I'll pay attention." Qi Ji was not particularly worried. Such reminders are available every ten or half a month.

In fact, Qi Ji had watched the program list specifically, which wrote that Wan Chukong wanted to sing the theme song of the movie "Hunye" that he was starring.

He had never heard Wan Chukong sing, so he was a little stunned when he actually heard it.

God gave Wan Chukong a good-looking face and talent for acting, but deprived him of the qualification to sing.

Qi Ji finally blinked slowly as he listened to the man's singing to the end.

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August 5, 2026 9:21 pm

Theme post: [Is anyone watching x station come in and chat]

1l: Please, I will give me a pair of ears that have never heard Wan Chukong sing

2l: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I knew it was this, there were several comments on the homepage

3l: No matter how you say it, it doesn’t sound bad, it just sounds very...the artistic conception, at least the sound is good, um.

4l: It’s like reciting poetry.
To be continued...