Song Yao’s business plan was coming along rather swimmingly. His business partners were efficient and skilled, especially Sunset, who made him question if the other was just talented or a time-traveler with his cutting edge ideas and impeccable skills; he spent merely 2 months and a short video app, “Phantom”, had already taken shape. He had been thinking whether this world had the relationships he had in the real world so he spent some time searching the web, and it turned out there really was. He used Father Song’s name to visit the partners that worked together with the Song Corporation, and because he understood their business structures, development plans and needs all too well, after visiting them 2-3 times, the others finally took a serious look at his business plan and expressed that if their group could place within the top three at the national business competition, they would consider investing.
Due to this, although it was Saturday, Song Yao was still busy. After visiting his old friends, he returned home at 5:30 pm, ate a meal, and seeing the time was about right, he changed into a new outfit and took the subway to the commercial streets. They planned to meet at 7, the movie started at 7:30 and lasted 100 minutes.
Shen Muhan headed out bright and early and arrived at the site 30 minutes ahead of schedule. He first went to the theater, bought popcorn and two cups of milk tea, then stood outside of the theater to wait.
Song Yao arrived at 6:50, on his entire way there, he was bombarded with messages from a certain overly excited childish ghost.
[Childish Ghost: A large bucket of popcorn.jpg]
[Childish Ghost: What do you want to drink?]
[Ah Yao: Milk tea~]
[Childish Ghost: Hmph, and you used to say milk tea isn’t healthy~]
Song Yao almost forgot about that, when he first started capturing Shen Muhan, he had written on one of the paper messages that milk tea wasn’t healthy, which was why he bought him bottled water instead.
[Ah Yao: It’s fine to drink it occasionally.] He was really craving it.
[Childish Ghost: Then I’ll drink that too~ What flavor do you want?]
[Ah Yao: Original, with pudding.]
[Childish Ghost: We have similar taste, meaning we’re a good fit. Happy.jpg]
Song Yao: …
[Ah Yao: Did you arrive very early, why don’t you find somewhere nearby to sit, I still have two more stations.]
[Childish Ghost: Not that early, I’ll wait for you outside the theater. Kissy.jpg]
Song Yao looked at the sticker, he suddenly thought about the dream again and he felt unwell.
He finally arrived. Song Yao was able to see Shen Muhan from far away, not because his vision was good, but because the person was too eye-catching.
The tall teenager stood outside the theater, the unsuspecting would think he was a model hired by the theater to do promotion, everyone was looking at him, many young girls covered their mouths and secretly snapped photos, and Song Yao heard the pedestrians passing by him say emotionally:
“Woah, is he a celebrity, so tall so handsome!”
“The beauty of a youth, the handsomeness of a young man…such a perfect face…I’m in love again.”
“What are you all looking at, he’s obviously waiting for his girlfriend!”
“Yoyoyo, are you jealous?”
Shen Muhan was especially attractive today. He had previously curled his hair for his performance on stage, right now he wore a black beret on his fluffy and wavy silver hair, a silver cross necklace hung from his neck, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a graphic image on the back, when Song Yao was a little closer, he saw on the back of the t-shirt, there was a rectangle with European flower patterns inside of it and in the middle, there was a large and eerie looking red eye. The loose t-shirt was tucked into a belt that was the width of a finger, making his shoulders broad and his waist slim. The black and white checkered pants highlighted his long legs that made people question if such a proportion was humanly possible? Even if Shen Muhan only wore the most ordinary of clothes, his god-tier looks was enough to attract the attention of everyone around him, let alone when he made the effort to dress up.
If Song Yao had social anxiety, he would never approach this guy. Fortunately, Song Yao was also used to the gazes of people growing up, and he was desensitized to them. He strode towards Shen Muhan.
Shen Muhan saw Song Yao among the crowd of people and his eyes lit up.
Song Yao wore a simple blue and white striped t-shirt, dark gray jeans, and athletic shoes, giving off the feeling of youthfulness. Shen Muhan couldn’t help sighing emotionally, as expected of the person that caught his attention, he looked great wearing clothes and he also looked great not wearing them, yes, he looked good not wearing them (?)…
Song Yao was in front of Shen Muhan, “Why didn’t you find somewhere to sit?”
Shen Muhan handed him the popcorn in his hand like it was a treasure.
Song Yao, “Thank you.”
Shen Muhan, “You don’t have to say that to me in the future.”
Song Yao smiled, “Ok.”
Song Yao, however, thought Shen Muhan would only be rich after becoming famous, right now every penny was earned laboriously by him and his family’s condition wasn’t as good as the Song family’s. He couldn’t always let him be the one paying for things, perhaps he should treat him to nighttime snacks after the movie.
Shen Muhan led him to sit down on a sofa in the corner, he stuck the straw into the milk tea and handed it to him, “The milk tea you ordered.”
Song Yao had a sweet tooth, he had a suspicion that the reason Ren Ximing liked eating sweets so much was partly due to his influence. When Song Yao was young, he ate his porridge with sugar, and as a result, Ren Ximing copied him and added sugar as well. In high school, when he drank coffee with milk and sugar, Ren Ximing would secretly eat his sugar cubes. Later on, Song Yao realized eating too much sugar was unhealthy so he decided to limit his consumption, plus he once lost sleep due to drinking milk tea, so he basically stopped drinking it. Even so, Ren Ximing’s love for sweet things couldn’t be swayed.
Right now Song Yao’s physical age was much younger, it was unlikely he would lose sleep from drinking milk tea, so he decided to indulge himself for once. He took a large sip—the familiar concentrated flavor, the mellow taste of milk complimented the fragrance of the tea, the soft puddings were sucked through the thick straw into his mouth, it tasted like heaven, carrying the unique flavor of corn…
Sitting in the front, Shen Muhan carefully scrutinized the other and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
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He felt that his milk tea (the exact same kind), was not as tasty as Song Yao’s cup and he wanted to have a taste of his.
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Song Yao looked at his milk tea, “There’s only a little left. Strange, isn’t yours also pudding milk tea, there’s still half of it left.” So why are you drinking mine?
Vtec Zetjc rjlv rtjwfifrris, “Ktf gfra lr jii wlcf.”
Vjslcu atlr, tf revvfcis mjwf bnfg jcv yla atf ragjk atja kjr pera lc Vbcu Tjb’r wbeat.
The sound of him gulping transmitted into Song Yao’s ears at a close distance. Song Yao looked at his cute hair whorl, his trembling lashes, and his ears that were inexplicably red. Ahhh, that darn dream!
Vtfc Zetjc olclrtfv vglcxlcu jcv kjr offilcu mbcafca, “Gfilmlber.”
Vbcu Tjb: “…Lbk lr la vloofgfca ogbw sbegr?”
Shen Muhan, “Yours is sweeter.”
[God’s favorability value increased by 2%, current favorability value is 85%. Reason: W-we k-kissed! He probably didn’t notice, I acted completely natural, I’m so smart.]
Song Yao:...Indeed, I didn’t notice, but I’ve witnessed your blind logic.
Shen Muhan went to the bathroom, Song Yao held the two movie tickets and his mind wandered.
The zealous girls couldn’t wait to come over to talk to him, “Little brother, are you guys watching the movie playing at 7:30? Um, this is my friend, it’s just us two girls, can we watch the movie with you?
Song Yao looked at her movie ticket and smiled, “Unfortunately, our seats are too far away from each other.”
The girl mustered up her courage, “We’ll be frank, we recognized Hanhan, and we’re just too excited…um, are you Hanhan’s friend, can you give us…Hanhan’s Wechat? We promise, if we add him and he doesn’t accept, we won’t cause any trouble.”
Song Yao, “He’s coming back soon, you can directly ask him for it.”
The two girls, “Ahhhh but we’re too scared to talk to him! Little brother…”
Before they could finish speaking, they covered their red faces.
God knew when Shen Muhan had come out, he stood behind Song Yao, swung his arm around his neck and smiled, “I’m sorry, but he’s my boyfriend. If I add the contacts of such beautiful girls, he’ll get angry.”
One of the girls reacted with lightning speed and muttered, “Ah, this little brother, could he be…Song-Ge?”
The two girls hugged each other crazily, they looked happier than if their confessions succeeded, “Ahhhhh, body like pines and cypresses, green year round, is real!”
One of the girls even said kindly, “We’ll keep this a secret…you guys, please be ‘si shi qing’!”
This experience made Shen Muhan’s favorability fall a little.
[God’s favorability value decreased by 2%, current favorability value 83%. Reason: Hmph, I’m angry again.]
After the two girls left, Shen Muhan didn’t let Song Yao go, he said evilly, “You’re willing to give out your boyfriend’s Wechat; you’re so generous.”
At this moment, Song Yao was deeply made aware of what their relationship was on paper, the place where he was being touched erupted into goosebumps.
Song Yao quickly reacted and smiled while saying, “It’s because I believed you wouldn’t give it to them, so I told them to ask you for it. If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t let you know this happened.”
Shen Muhan tsked, but his proverbial tail was wagging, and he was happy again.
[God’s favorability value increased by 1%, current favorability value: 84%. Reason: Hehehehe.]
Shen Muhan, “But I’m still mad at you, how will you make it up to me?”
Forget it you, the favorability value increased, which means you’re not angry anymore.
Song Yao thought about it, he raised his hand and slid their fingers togethers until their ten fingers were interlocked, “Is this okay?”
They were just holding hands, but the effect was extraordinary.
The guy going on about how angry he was, was instantly placated by him.
[God’s favorability value +1%, current favorability value: 85%. Reason: WOW, we’re linking ten fingers for the first time!]
Shen Muhan noticed Song Yao’s skin was delicate and smooth, his palm wasn’t as large as his, his fingers were slimmer than his, he had no calluses, and it was soft to hold. Shen Muhan couldn’t help tightening his hand, he gave an experimental squeeze and quickly became addicted to the feeling. He also noticed how long and slender Song Yao’s fingers were, his nails were clean and were a healthy pink. After being rubbed and squeezed by him for a while, the back of his back became red. He firmly held his hand and used his own burning body temperature to heat the other up.
Song Yao’s hand became Shen Muhan’s new toy, the other wouldn’t let him go. In the end, Song Yao walked into the venue holding hands with Shen Muhan, he suspected that the teen walking in front of him was in fact, a certain annoyingly clingy and frail brat who wished nothing more than to hug his thigh or hold onto his sleeve and transform into his older brother’s tail, following him wherever he went.
*
7:30, the movie began.
It was an unpopular romance movie, few people came to see it, the entire theater only had eight people. No one was around the two of them, and of course, such seats were carefully chosen by Shen-scheming-Muhan.
Song Yao was actually watching the movie attentively, or at least he was for the first half of it, but gradually, he began to feel drowsy. He was too busy today and didn’t have a proper rest. He leaned into the soft seat and unwittingly fell asleep.
Song Yao was beside him and it was impossible for Shen Muhan to focus on the movie. He noticed Song Yao’s speed of eating popcorn slowed and instead of sitting straight in his seat, he leaned backward, then after a while, he heard cute sounds of even snoring.
Song Yao was a person that held unparalleled charms to Shen Muhan.
What kind of person was he? He was sort of aloof, his eyes were clean, but every part of his body, his languid eyes, his small moles, his red lips, his ears that reddened easily, were incredibly sexy. Sometimes, he blended into the crowd, lowkey and quiet, just like a black cat. However, his every move and actions betrayed a noble pride, he faced everything with a calm attitude, and his strong sense of self confidence radiated from the marrow of his bones, as if everything was within his control and he was born with the ability to control the fates of others. However, when this omniscient and indifferent person was kissed and touched by him, he would stiffen like a plank of wood and when he finally managed to react, he was like a cat with its hackles raised, pinching, pushing, and biting him, and when he did that, he looked the most beautiful, it felt like the purest and most flawless high-above God, was desecrated and dirtied by him…
Dirtied?
A wave of heat rippled from bottom to up, it traveled through his nerves and engulfed his cells. His breathing became heavier, his mouth was dry, and his heart raced.
He felt crazy, those dreams, maybe they weren’t dreams, he had been having a hard time distinguishing reality from his dreams where he used every imaginable way to dirty the pure, flawless God.
He still remembered a large part of his dream from last night.
He remembered the red rose, the tiny mushroom cottage, and the unceasing kiss. He remembered the person gasping for a breath of oxygen, his chest heaving, like a fish stranded ashore. His ears had been gently played with until they were alluringly red. Then, like what always happened, day and night, without pause, he relished the joy of sullying a god…
Lost in his thoughts, he unconsciously brushed aside Song Yao’s hair, exposing his pale ear.
He stroked the ear that was smooth and slightly cold to touch, then he put it in his mouth.
Song Yao felt itchy at first, then hot, then he heard wet and sucking sounds by his ear.
He tried to escape but was captured firmly.
After barely half a minute, he was panting.
Shen Muhan’s voice entered his ears and directly into his brain, “Does this count as ‘Shen enters Song’?”
Song Yao wasn’t quite in the right state of mind, when he heard this, he acted on his first thought.
In retaliation, he bit Shen Muhan’s ear and refuted, “Song enters Shen is much more interesting.”
Shen Muhan was shocked.
It took about a second for the shock to turn into mischievousness and excitement, “Looks like at least the action of ‘entering’ between us is something you can accept?”
Song Yao, “…” What kind of logic is this?
Shen Muhan whispered, “However, between us, there can only be ‘Shen entering Song’.”
His eyes brimmed with the promise of something dangerous. He held Song Yao’s nape, he drank in how the other looked increasingly awkward after saying those, in retrospect, crazy words, and he thought it was cute, it made him want to punish him for his impudence, the distance between the two of them was closing…
Suddenly, the theater brightened.
It turned out, the movie was over.
The two of them immediately separated, both of them were breathing hard, but they pretended to be completely innocent.
Song Yao, “Ahem, the movie was pretty good.”
Shen Muhan, “Yeah, uh huh, I especially like the happy ending.”
A crying girl passed by them and she was whispering to her boyfriend, “I haven’t seen such a tragic movie in a long time, the ending was so cruel, the male lead and female lead both died and they even died in different placed, they couldn’t be together even in death, when I catch the writer, wahhhh….it’s so sad!”
Song Yao and Shen Muhan, “…”
*
After the movie, they went to get some evening snacks. Just moments ago in the dark, they were wild and bold, but right now, under the moonlight, they sealed their mouths shut, not breathing a word about Shen entering Song or Song entering Shen, as if they had no clue what those sentences meant.
10:30 pm, they had to part reluctantly.
Shen Muhan was extremely reluctant, he pouted, “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss before leaving?”
He lowered his head and puckered his lips. It made Song Yao want to laugh looking at him.
He still preferred it when Shen Muhan was silly and soft like this, in the theater just now, in last night’s dream, the dangerous and domineering way Shen Muhan looked and acted, was difficult for him to parry.
Song Yao raised his head, he approached him and kissed him on his forehead through his bangs.
“I kissed you.” He quickly said.
Shen Muhan didn’t expect him to stiff him like this.
“That doesn’t count!” He was angry.
Song Yao was already running towards the taxi, he was fast like he had oil on the soles of his shoes.
“Childish Ghost, see you Monday!” Song Yao grinned and opened and closed the door in one fluid motion .
Shen Muhun gritted his teeth, “…Song, Yao, just you wait!”
His mouth may be spouting vicious words, but his favorability value didn’t drop at all.
Currently, the favorability value had already reached 87%.
*
Before bed, the hamster appeared and told Song Yao an important piece of news.
[Hamster: The favorability value can only rise to 90% at most during the student era, the remaining 10% can only be obtained after skipping five years to the future.]
[Song Yao: Five years later? Shen Muhan’s 23 years old and he’s already a superstar.]
[Hamster: The seeds planted determines the fruits born. During this period of time, the host helped Shen Muhan regain his confidence; during his period of growth you were his trusted friend and secret lover, and the female lead of the book became a supporting character. Then what will happen five years later after he becomes a superstar? Host, what identity would you have? And what will the relationship between the two of you be?]
[Song Yao: Hammy, are you reading off a script?]
[The hamster rolled around: Uh huh, I’ve been found out. Anyhow, when the favorability value reaches 90%, the host will draw a SSR time traveling card. Right now, for the sake of five years into the future, you need to focus on planting the “seeds” and make them take root and sprout, then in five years you can see what kind of fruits you’ll reap.]
[The hamster rubbed its cheeks shyly: But it’s already so hot during the pure high school days, five years later must be something wild, host, you can’t run away because you’re scared. Oh right, and the important tests we talked about before will mostly happen in the five year future, so host, please be prepared for it.]
After the hamster left, Song Yao laid thinking in his bed; the most important seed, firstly it was his relationship with the protagonist, which was already good enough. The second one was his business, he needed to win first place at the national business competition, assemble his initial team, and prepare his connections.
His attention should be focused on the second objective, and as for the first one, it should be enough to act normally.
This was his thought, but he suddenly had a strange feeling that he was going to miss the current cute, young, and playful childish ghost. He had an understanding that Shen Muhan’s personality was probably the ideal personality Ren Ximing wanted to have when he was this age. If his mother was still alive, if he was loved by everyone, if he didn’t have autism, if he could stand under the spotlight of the stage—then he would’ve been just like this, cheeky, easily falling in love, wearing his heart on his sleeve, and chasing after his own happiness without qualms.
If only the real Ren Ximing were able to be like this. But in reality, his parents were gone, he was adopted but not welcomed, he was bullied for a long period of time because of his autism, and the only person he could rely on was his older brother, but…he thought his older brother hated him and would leave him at any time. Long periods of therapy sessions taught him to hide his desires at all cost, to build high walls; he would never casually wheedle again, his love could no longer be easily earned, he would never be able to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he couldn’t carefreely pursue him own happiness. He was paranoid, provocations, well-crafted schemes and tests were the only ways he would find proof that he was important to someone, and he was obviously working hard to chase after something, yet even he himself didn’t know exactly what he was chasing after.
The more he understood him, the worse Song Yao’s headache was, he didn’t know what to do.
Before he knew it, he had opened Wechat and sent Shen Muhan a message.
[Ah Yao: Asleep?]
A reply came in seconds.
[Childish Ghost: Not yet~ Did you miss me? Are you regretting not giving me a proper kiss? Angry.jpg]
[Ah Yao: I hope you can always be happy.]
[Childish Ghost: I’m always very happy.]
[Ah Yao: You’re not alone, don’t shut yourself behind high walls.]
[Ah Yao: If you still insist on constructing high walls and a secure castle for yourself, then I’ll be the first one to knock down those walls and break into the castle to take you out.]
Shen Muhan read this and felt a strong emotion invading his brain that was close to wild joy, but also despair.
He wept, he didn’t understand, yet he also seemed to understand everything.
After a few moments, he wanted to reply, but he couldn’t type a single word.
[Ah Yao: You still owe me a reward.]
Reward? Oh right, when he agreed to play the holy father, I said I’ll give him a reward.
[Childish Ghost: What do you want?]
[Ah Yao: Let me properly spoil you, for an entire day.]
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