Qiu Qiu instinctively wanted to hide, but behind the glass was empty, with nowhere to conceal his form.
As soon as Little Li saw him, her eyes indeed reddened rapidly. With this ability to cry on demand, being a scriptwriter was a waste of her talent; acting was her true calling.
Little Li threw down the fan goods in her hands and rushed to the glass in a few quick steps. She was wearing a pink fan shirt, with Qiu Qiu's ID photo printed on the chest—utterly lacking in design sense, plain as could be.
She scrutinized Qiu Qiu carefully. Perhaps due to the makeup and clothing, the boy looked quite unfamiliar.
He was no longer that gentle older brother who would coax her and buy her little gifts, but rather... a rookie idol she was meeting for the first time.
Qiu Qiu hadn't heard any news from her in a long time. He thought after their breakup, they could go their separate ways and never interfere with each other. Who would have thought they'd meet in a place like this? But thinking about it, the semi-final information was published online, with many people discussing it on the school forum. She loved browsing the forum so much, she was bound to know.
Little Li started to say something, but the soundproof glass wall between them was too effective; they couldn't hear each other at all.
So the two could only stand face-to-face and chat on the phone.
The moment the call connected, Qiu Qiu was dazed. He felt this scene was strangely familiar, and later remembered—wasn't this one of the stories from Little Li's published work "My One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Things with Qiu Qiu"?
In the story, astronaut "Qiu Qiu" was about to go to space, and "Little Li" saw him off with tears in her eyes. At that moment, the two were also talking on the phone through a glass wall, and in the end, "Qiu Qiu" left a resolute silhouette and turned to walk towards the spacecraft.
...The result was the manned rocket launch failed, and "Qiu Qiu" exploded into a firework in space.
After reading this work, Da Xiong cried his eyes out, using a whole pack of tissues. He even recommended it to Qiu Qiu, calling it the year's top tearjerker, with a heartbreak rating of five plus signs.
After reading it, Qiu Qiu felt Neil Armstrong's coffin lid was about to flip.
On the phone, Little Li, with pear blossoms bathed in rain (weeping pitifully), said she knew she shouldn't cling after the breakup, but she couldn't help following Qiu Qiu's news.
She told him she hadn't actually breached any contract; the hundred thousand yuan was just an excuse she used because she wanted to see Qiu Qiu. She never expected Qiu Qiu would kindly send fifty thousand. She decided to use that fifty thousand to buy fan goods. From now on, she would be the leader of Qiu Qiu's fan club, responsible for organizing everyone to "give calls" for Qiu Qiu.
Qiu Qiu had never heard of "giving calls" (dǎcall); he'd only heard of "spanking" (dǎ kāo).
Chinese Language and Literature was Qiu Qiu's academic strength. He knew "kāo" meant buttocks.
So, while he was singing on stage, they would take turns spanking each other's butts in the audience?
What kind of operation was this?
...
The online live broadcast for the regional semi-finals of "Super New Voice" began at 8 PM.
Fu Ruien, preoccupied with matters on his mind, was fiercely aggressive during the meeting, hitting every key point. The other party was interested in collaborating with him to explore the Chinese market, so both sides quickly reached an agreement. He ended the meeting early and politely declined the partner's dinner invitation, saying he had important matters to attend to in the evening.
And his important matter... was to stay in front of the computer watching the live broadcast.
He returned a bit late; by the time he got to the hotel, the semi-finals had already started. However, Qiu Qiu had sent him a WeChat message, telling him he drew the second-to-last slot in the lottery.
While other contestants' performances were playing, Fu Ruien connected the computer to the TV, muted it, and placed it to the side. He used the time to quickly review the day's work documents, then hurriedly ate and took a shower.
His timing was perfect. As he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the eighth contestant had just taken the stage.
Fu Ruien turned off the lights, leaving only the dim, warm glow from the bedside lamp.
He walked barefoot across the wool carpet. The towel slipped from his waist, revealing his muscular and well-proportioned body. The room's air conditioning temperature was just right. A gentle breeze brushed against his naked skin, mingling with the aroma of red wine from the decanter, gradually making him feel slightly tipsy.
He leaned back against the headboard, gazing affectionately at the familiar boy on the large screen. He was surprised to find that today's Qiu Qiu looked very sexy.
He wore a pair of tight black pants, clinging closely to his body, outlining his straight legs. His T-shirt was slightly oversized, playfully slipping down to reveal one side of his slender collarbone and long neck. He wore stage makeup; his face sparkled, his lips were full and glossy. When he smiled and greeted the judges, the dimples at the corners of his mouth flickered in and out of view.
This kind of sexiness was unique to youth. He was inexperienced in the ways of the world, innocent and open-minded, yet mixed with the intellect and restraint that only adults possess. With every gesture, the eyes of everyone in the venue were firmly captivated by him.
Fu Ruien knew that regardless of whether the audience members had known the name Qiu Qiu before, after this competition, they would all fall madly in love with this boy.
Fu Ruien felt both proud and worried.
Qiu Qiu's competition song was, of course, not the previously decided "Wish You Peace." Fu Ruien personally chose the song for Qiu Qiu—the sweet English love song Qiu Qiu sang at the freshman welcome party on the day they first met.
That song was sweet, soft, carrying the scent of romance, just like Qiu Qiu himself, making Fu Ruien unable to resist.
The lighthearted intro began, the camera gradually zoomed in, and Qiu Qiu's handsome face filled the entire screen.
The thought that such a perfect boy had once slept soundly beside his bed made Fu Ruien feel a stirring gradually rising within him.
He rarely engaged in self-gratification; whenever he wanted to relieve his irritation, there was always someone by his side.
He admitted he had a particular preference for clean-cut young men in white shirts. Initially, he was drawn to Qiu Qiu because his appearance suited his taste. But no matter how many similarities others might have... Qiu Qiu was always unique.
Qiu Qiu had already thrown his heart into disarray. When would he come to throw his 800-square-meter bed into disarray?
Fu Ruien's hand gradually slid down, resting with just the right pressure on his awakened desire.
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Even though they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, Fu Ruien believed that when Qiu Qiu sang this song, he was thinking of him. His eyes wouldn't lie.
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This was his boy. He liked him, wanted to protect him as he grew, gradually transforming into a shining star.
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Yet, at this very moment, the director cut the camera. The scene swiftly swept from Qiu Qiu's face to the tear-streaked audience seats—
—A close-up of Little Li's infatuated face, hands cupping her cheeks, appeared on the screen.
"!!!"
Fu Ruien's big dick was so angry it tilted.
