Happy Lantern Festival, my darlings! Love you guys, biubiubiu ~ Fang Juexia's time was messed up, so he was messed up too.
"Here you go." He hurriedly stuffed the glutinous rice paste into Pei Tingsong's hands, then forcibly twisted his arm and returned to his original half of the space.
How many minutes were left? He tried to calculate the time, but the more he calculated, the more chaotic it became. The wrong second hand was like a beat that couldn't be caught, and he couldn't catch up. Fang Juexia could only choose to give up. He leaned his back against the inner wall of the cabinet and retracted his hands and feet as much as possible, as if that would make him safe.
But his little clock was broken, and he had lost his calm and steady confidence.
To be honest, Pei Tingsong was a little confused about what had just happened. He squeezed the glutinous rice paste in his hand, and the packaging made the sound of plastic being squeezed.
Fang Juexia's perceptual system was always delayed. His perception was slow, just like in the paper game before, when he was only shocked by Pei Tingsong's swift and violent attack, and nothing else. But suddenly, the sound of packaging in the quiet closet seemed to have triggered a nerve in his perceptual system, and in an instant, he was pulled back to the scene of the game where his desire to win was bursting.
The sound of glass candy rubbing began to boil in his red ears after a long delay.
Not only did the clock malfunction, but now even his perception was beginning to be messed up.
It turned out that Fang Juexia wanted to give him snacks. Pei Tingsong finally understood the other party's motive.
Just say it.
Right, Fang Juexia wanted to say it directly at first, but he stopped him.
Outside, the sound of his teammates arguing in the living room could be heard.
Pei Tingsong felt helpless. He should have been one of them.
"You want to send me away with this …" he whispered.
Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia on the other side of the darkness beat him to it. "Then throw it over and give it back to me."
He tried to take the opportunity to withdraw his offer of snacks, even though his tone was a little cold.
"In your dreams." He didn't return anything that was in his hands. He directly opened the packaging with his teeth, squeezed out the soft glutinous rice paste and brought it to his mouth.
The moment it touched his lips, the familiar soft sensation made Pei Tingsong fall into a trance for a moment.
Clearly, there were no strange emotions during the game. All he wanted to do was to win.
But now, his lips seemed to have been electrified, and this glutinous rice glutinous rice had evoked a strange reverie.
In the darkness where no one could see, Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times in panic. Then, he swallowed the small soft thing in one gulp and swore to himself that he would never eat Glutinous Rice Paste again.
Even so, the scene of passing the candy paper still lingered in his mind. The darker it was, the brighter Fang Juexia's eyes shone at that moment.
Darkness was a petri dish for emotions, while silence was a magnifying glass for senses.
For some unknown reason, Pei Tingsong wanted to break the silence. He stretched out his numb legs and nudged Fang Juexia. "Hey."
"Don't I have a name?"
Fang Juexia didn't mean to embarrass him. It was just an emotionless question. In fact, he had long been used to Pei Tingsong's reckless behavior. To him, the order of seniority didn't matter. But at this moment, he felt very strange. Everything was strange.
Pei Tingsong's throat choked. He originally wanted to ask if he had any more food, but now that he was met with a cold retort, the evil habit in his bones came back.
"How many times have you called my name?" As he spoke, he tried to get the cold guy's attention. So he moved closer, bent his knee to push Fang Juexia's closed knees apart, and ordered forcefully, "Hey, look at me."
He deliberately lowered his voice, making it more oppressive. His knee maliciously pushed his legs apart, and even stepped on his thigh. "You're not looking at me at all, right?"
Fang Juexia said bluntly, "I can't see."
"Then I don't care." Pei Tingsong's tone became more mischievous, with a hint of a smile. Just as he was about to make the next move, the wardrobe door suddenly opened.
The light came in without warning.
"Dang dang dang dang! Come out of the closet! " The cameraman stood behind Ling Yi, who was holding onto the wardrobe door. At first, he didn't see clearly, but in the next second, he realized that the two of them were in a strange position in the wardrobe, especially Pei Tingsong's legs …
Lu Yuan, who was standing beside Ling Yi, said gloatingly, "Brother Yuan is very pleased. It seems that the two of you got along very well in the past five minutes."
Fang Juexia squinted his eyes and lowered his head. Pei Tingsong covered his eyes with his hand and quickly retracted his leg. Fang Juexia was not used to the sudden brightness of the night.
Of course, this scene was also recorded in the live broadcast room.
[It's only been five minutes and I've missed the two of you so much!! Hurry up and let Mommy see what we're doing!]
[Hahaha01 I'm dying of laughter. What's the point of coming out of the closet?]
[Ahhhhh! What kind of scene is this?! I'm dizzy!]
[Grape tree, where are you stepping on?]
[What the hell is going on between the two of you in this position? Why isn't there a photographer in the closet? I hate it!]
[This scene is so similar to the scene of the anti-pornography brigade directly attacking the crime scene, hhh, especially when Juexia pleads guilty and lowers his head.]
[AHHHHHHHHHH! I want to see wardrobe play!!]
[I'm coming out! I'm coming out!]
[Today is our Aural Coming Out Anniversary!]
Pei Tingsong was the first to walk out, mumbling that he was about to suffocate.
"We just played another round outside, and Lu Yuan lost, hahaha!" Ling Yi couldn't stop laughing. "He recorded a short video of his Flower Flipping Hand!"
Only then did Fang Juexia realize that the photographer was lying to them. There was no one outside the wardrobe.
His heart was beating a little strangely, and it did not follow the normal rhythm of his body. He attributed this to the lack of oxygen in the confined space.
"I'm starving." Xiao Pei began to look for food as soon as he went out. "I've been punished all night. Hurry up and give me something to eat."
Ling Yi picked up the opened packaging on the sofa. "Hey, eat this. It's delicious." After that, he took out a piece of glutinous rice paste and threw it at Pei Tingsong.
The small glutinous rice paste drew a parabola in the air, but when it reached Pei Tingsong's arms, it became a hot potato. He reacted violently. "I don't want this." After that, he threw it at He Ziyan. He Ziyan didn't catch it, and the glutinous rice paste bounced off his arm and fell into Fang Juexia's hands.
Seeing this scene, Pei Tingsong walked away awkwardly, pretending not to have seen anything. "Where's the half-filled bag of chips?"
Fang Juexia lowered his head and stared at the glutinous rice paste paralyzed in his palm. In the end, he opened the bag expressionlessly and ate it himself.
"Is it delicious?" Ling Yi pulled him to the sofa. "I bought it."
It's delicious …
Fang Juexia pursed his lips, then let go. He clenched the transparent plastic packaging tightly and stuffed it into the pocket of his home clothes. The shrunken packaging slowly bounced back in the small furry space, making a soft and long sound.
"It's delicious."
After everyone arrived, the interactive chat session started. Each of them could feel that the number of fans was increasing, and they could also feel that there were many new fans who could not catch up. This was an exciting thing. After working hard for two years, they could finally be seen by everyone.
"Let's answer the fans' questions." Jiang Miao looked at the rolling bullet screen and automatically started the cue process.
Ling Yi and Lu Yuan were very respectful and clapped hard. "Okay!"
"I'll do it." He Ziyan took a screenshot and picked out a question. "This fan with the ID [Kaleido is my new wall] asked, 'Are all the brothers in the group using their original names? Are there any stage names or English names? '"
Jiang Miao looked at him and said with a smile, "Very few people ask this question. Is it because our members' names are more special?"
He Ziyan started at the mention of this. "Only Ling Yi is special."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan and he performed a two-person rotation without warning. The two of them suddenly shouted in unison, "Is there a 1?" Lu Yuan even opened Ling Yi's jacket and searched inside, but Ling Yi kicked it away. "No! Get lost! "
Pei Tingsong watched the video and laughed so hard that he almost spat out his chips. "Hahahahaha."
[Hahaha, I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy from laughing at this idiot group.]
[Help, hahahahaha, is there a 1?]
[Look at 01's expression, hahahahaha, damn 01, he's so pitiful.]
"You're bullying me again!" Ling Yi started to wave her arms like a chicken paddling water, trying to fight He Ziyan and Lu Yuan. Juexia and Jiang Miao held her back. Jiang Miao tried to hold back her laughter. "Okay, okay, don't be angry with them."
Fang Juexia suddenly added without thinking, "No one can take her place if she's angry."
[Hahahaha, Teacher Fang is gradually becoming old-fashioned.]
He Ziyan had enough of laughing and sat up straight while holding his stomach. "Okay, okay, okay, answer the question seriously. The six of us are using our original names. We don't have stage names or English names. Maybe the company didn't do overseas projects at that time? "
Lu Yuan directly exposed him. "The company is so poor, how could it have the money to do overseas projects?"
Ling Yi: "Fortunately, we didn't do it. We wouldn't have been that popular."
Pei Tingsong: "The biggest strength of this group is that they know what to do."
[Hahaha, Teacher Yuan is awesome!]
[The boss is watching you!]
[Pei Tingsong, you didn't inherit any strength. You don't know how to count!]
[F * ck! Hahaha, what's wrong with this group?!]
Jiang Miao looked at the bullet screen. "Juexia? Ah, yes, Juexia is his real name. "
Fang Juexia immediately nodded. "Yes, my mother named me because my birthday is June 26th. I was born in the summer."
"Juexia's name came from an ancient poem," Jiang Miao said again. "Xiao Pei's name also came from an ancient poem, right?"
Xiao Pei held a bottle of Baichun in her mouth and asked the camera, "Does my name sound good?"
[Yes!!!]
[It's good to hear and sing. She was born to be a singer!]
Jiang Miao suddenly thought of something. "Ah, but Xiao Pei grew up in America. Maybe she has an English name." She glanced at Xiao Pei. "We really don't know."
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong shook her head. "No, when I was overseas, everyone just called me Song. There's no difficulty in pronouncing my name. Americans also find it strange that you don't have to come up with another name. Also, my grandpa said that we should be proud of our origin and name. "
[Grandpa feels like he's very cool.]
Ling Yi: "Let me tell you a secret. Xiao Pei's grandpa is a writer. He even published a collection of poems."
[Wow! Grandpa is amazing!]
[I feel that Xiao Pei's family is very magical. No wonder Xiao Pei is so talented!]
Lu Yuan stared at the screen. "Someone asked why Xiao Pei's Chinese is so good."
"I grew up in a bilingual environment," Pei Tingsong explained. "Grandpa and I used Chinese, while my mother and I used English. When I was young, Grandpa took me to read Chinese books. He even taught me how to write with a brush."
Fang Juexia did not know these things about Pei Tingsong. He listened quietly, and some thoughts emerged in his mind. Sure enough, there were many things left behind in a person's genes, which evolved into the so-called bad habits or talents. This was proven by him and Pei Tingsong.
"In short, I don't have an English name. Everyone can just call me by my real name." Pei Tingsong emphasized again. "It's Pei, not Fei."
[Hahahahaha, Xiao Pei abandons clothes for literature.]
Fang Juexia couldn't help but smile when he heard this joke. Coincidentally, this joke reminded Pei Tingsong of him, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
Pei Tingsong made a threatening mouth at him. 'What are you laughing at?'
Fang Juexia raised his hand, pulled down the corners of his mouth with his index finger and thumb, and changed back to an expressionless face.
Before Pei Tingsong could be proud, Ling Yi suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "Xiao Pei, let me give you an English name!"
Lu Yuan, who had been a crosstalk partner for many years, immediately understood. "Withdraw, let me say it!" He covered Ling Yi's mouth. "Pei Tingsong's English name is' listen and song '…"
"Pei." He Ziyan added a surname and imitated a foreigner's accent.