In Song Yao’s 26 years of life, no one had ever treated him so arrogantly. This guy dared to trap him against the door and use his breath, voice, gaze, and heartbeat to disrupt his thoughts.
Shen Muhan said he looked conflicted and pitiful, said that his eyes were wet, and it looked like he wanted to run away; in reality, his eyes were wet because of anger. All this time, he wanted to grab the protagonist’s wrist, flip him over, and press him against the door instead. He’d make him cry while increasing the favorability. Thankfully, he endured it, how would the favorability increase if the protagonist cried?
Calming down, Song Yao realized he still didn’t understand Shen Muhan’s attitude towards him.
Right now, what was he to Shen Muhan?
When he said he was just a simple fan, it made Shen Muhan angry. Then, they were friends? Or something else? Shen Muhan never made it clear to him.
*
At night, Shen Muhan, for the show “Night of Drama”, continued to rehearse in the auditorium. Song Yao, for the sake of keeping up his persona of a loyal fan, sat under the stage and spectated. Today’s scene of Shen Muhan recording his dance was indeed a bit hard to forget, he activated his skill, spent 20 minutes drawing, and shared it on his hot Weibo page.
Tonight, Shen Muhan felt that he was full of strength, he could quickly memorize his lines and his performance was also on point. His friends praised him many times. The reason he was like this, perhaps it was because he constantly felt a certain person’s gaze. That guy, he looked at him the entire time. Since he was his idol, he must show off his best side.
During break, he scrolled through his phone and saw a new post on the hot Weibo page. Song 919 posted a new drawing and there was only one word in the text: “Light”.
In the dark drawing, the place where he stood was the only light. The black cap was thrown into the audience, his curls were like white gold and shone in the dark world and his sweaty skin glistened. A still image unbelievably looked like it was going to move in the next second.
He looked at the comment section.
[Fuck: Godly!]
[Ahahahah: Hanhan, I said so, quickly make Song919 your personal artist, it’s so beautiful I can’t speak properly.]
[Prophet: I said so, Song919 must be in love with our Hanhan! Hanhan is his only light!!!]
[Yingyingying: Hanhan is also my only light!!!]
[HisLightYears: Still begging for the great master’s info. Nobody helped me after an hour? You’re all crazy!]
[HeavenHelpMe: We were at the scene since the afternoon. Song919 must be one of the people there…sisters, wait for me to solve the case!]
…
Even Shen Muhan was shocked when he saw the drawing.
Was this how Song Yao viewed him?
He looked down the stage and coincidentally, in the last row, met with Song Yao’s gaze.
Song Yao didn’t avoid him and waved at him.
Shen Muhan felt like the other was gently scratching his heart. It felt itchy and numb.
In the air, the favorability above Shen Muhan’s head increased.
[The hamster announced: God’s favorability increased +4%, currently favorability value 48%. Reason: Itchy and numb. I don’t understand.]
Song Yao looked at the reason and pondered.
At this time, Shen Muhan heard someone say: “Don’t you guys think the AC is on too high? So cold.”
“Yeah, and it’s colder at night.”
“Sigh, you guys don’t know, the AC in the auditorium has been broken for several days, they say they’ll find a repairman to fix it tomorrow.”
Shen Muhan suddenly remembered the guy’s temperature in the afternoon. Cold and chilly. He was moving around the entire time and was sweating and didn’t notice that it was cold in here.
He jumped off the stage and walked towards the back row.
There were many fans sitting in the back row who came specifically to see him and now that the protagonist himself was coming over to them, the girls screamed inwardly and many girls raised their phones.
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He smiled at them, “If you want to take photos, I’ll take them with you after rehearsal.”
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“…It is a bit cold, but it’s alright, I brought hot water.” He showed his hot water bottle.
Shen Muhan, without another word, draped his jacket over Song Yao.
On stage, the director called for everyone to gather and continue the rehearsal. Shen Muhan turned and left and agilely leaped onto the stage.
Shen Muhan didn’t know the large impact his action could cause for Song Yao who was a clean freak.
Shen Muhan’s jacket was full of his scent.
It smelled like the perfume of a 17-18 year old teenager— a mix of tangerine and soda.
The scent seemingly pervaded Song Yaon’s pores and infiltrated his body until he was enveloped in it.
He should’ve hated it, he should’ve taken it off immediately, and he should’ve rushed home to take a shower.
But to his surprise, he…
Didn’t reject it.
Perhaps it was because this scent was refreshing.
Perhaps it was because he was quite familiar with this scent.
And it was true he was very cold.
The jacket carried a comfortable trace of heat.
The girls around him were stupefied. The more courageous ones came over and struck up a conversation with Song Yao.
Sister A: Little brother, hi, are you Hanhan’s friend, he even gave you his jacket, how considerate!
Sister B accidentally saw the drawing on Song Yao’s phone: Ahhhh, the case is solved, the case is solved, you’re Song919! The great master!!!
The girls went wild.
Sister C: Ahhhh, I’m “prophet”, I left a message for you! I worship you so much! How can you draw so well!
Sister D: Not only is he a great master, he’s good-looking too, as expected, the people around Hanhan are all attractive…
Sister E: Little brother, what’s your relationship with Hanhan…
Song Yao smiled: I’m like you guys, a fan of his. Right now…we can be counted as friends.
The group of girls: Omg omg omg omg! How envious! We also want to be Hanhan’s friend!
Song Yao: There will be a chance.
The play “Depraved” continued to be rehearsed on the stage.
Sister A quietly explained the play to Song Yao. In this play Yao Yao played the holy and faultless nun who dedicated body and soul to God and knew nothing about secular love. Meanwhile, Shen Muhan played Satan and to seduce the nun, he disguised as an evil vampire, a poor but kind youth, and a handsome prince and so long as the nun fell in love with him, she would be dragged to hell. The nun was always kept in the dark and nearly went astray until a brave knight arrived and saved the nun. Working together with the nun, they killed Satan and the two of them fell in love. In the end, the nun left the monastery and eloped with the knight.
After explaining the plot, Sister A said excitedly, “And do you know what’s the most amazing part of this play? Our Hanhan, not only is he the vampire, youth, and prince, even the knight is played by him!”
Interesting.
Song Yao: “That means, Satan and the hero are the same person, and in the end the nun thought she was saved and met true love, but the truth is she was still caught by Satan.”
Sister A: “That’s right, and Hanhan gives people a very holy feeling so it’s hard to play this kind of character. If the nun was changed to a father, it would suit him very much. To think he needs to play a villain this time, we’re all so excited for it!”
There was a week before the “Night of Drama” and even Song Yao was starting to anticipate the final product.
*
9 at night, the rehearsal ended. The students who participated in the rehearsal were completely spent, but the protagonist, Shen Muhan, still had the energy to take pictures and chat with fans. He was so energetic, it made the others suspect if he was even human.
Song Yao stood outside the auditorium, the warm wind tousled his hair, he finally wasn’t cold anymore and he planned to take off the jacket.
Shen Muhan carried his backpack and wore a black cap. He walked towards him, “Keep it on, why are you taking it off.”
Song Yao: “You’re not going back with your friends?”
Shen Muhan smirked, “A certain fan waited from the afternoon to now, isn’t it because he wants to walk home with me?”
A certain guy’s thoughts were very noisy at the moment:
[If I went with the group, wouldn’t you cry!]
[You clearly waited for me for so long, but you won’t admit it!]
[But he looks pretty cute when he’s being stubborn…]
As Song Yao listened to his noisy thoughts, he refuted them, which made him come to the shocking realization that he was being just as childish; he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. He dusted the jacket on him, “This is the first time you cared about me.”
Shen Muhan was a little flustered, “I-is that so.”
Then, almost immediately, he put on an arrogant look, “Hmph, don’t make me sound so cold-blooded. In the future, I’ll also care if you’re thirsty, hungry, unhappy, or uncomfortable.”
Song Yao, “Why?”
Shen Muhan paused for a moment, “Of course, it’s because we’re friends. Friends should learn to care about each other.”
As expected, the best way to capture the target was to ask things directly. What was the point of guessing blindly, after hearing such an answer everything was clear!
Song Yao smiled, “Wow, I actually became friends with my idol, I’m so excited!”
Shen Muhan wrapped his arm around his neck and said beside his ear, “I said, I permit you to continue writing. When you’re done, remember to show them to me.”
Too close.
Song Yao broke out in goosebumps.
Shen Muhan’s breath covered him again.
He silently brushed off Shen Muhan’s arm and slipped out, walking in the front, “Friends can’t write that kind of stuff about each other.”
Shen Muhan questioned, “But you’re my fan on top of being my friend, so of course you can continue writing. I’ve thought it through, there are many fans who write bl on Weibo, I’ll just treat your writings like bl and I can even give you feedback. The point of an idol’s existence, isn’t it to fulfill the wishes of fans?”
Did this guy evolve or something, his face didn’t get red and his heart didn’t race and he said it so seriously, turning black into white.
Speaking up to here, Shen Muhan remembered something and said excitedly, “Right, on my birthday, you got a tattoo on your body as my birthday present. I’m kind of curious where you got it and what you got it, can I take a look?”
Song Yao froze. Such an embarrassing tattoo, he absolutely couldn’t show it to Shen Muhan! Even if Shen Muhan’s favorability might increase after seeing it, he wasn’t allowed to see it!
So he made a run for it.
Shen Muhan was taken aback, “Hey, why are you running! You think I can’t catch you?”
As a result, the two of them, one ran and one chased.
They raced on the side of the street, slipping through the pedestrians and by the time they ran to the train station, they were panting.
When they were at the entrance of the stairway, Shen Muhan was worried that Song Yao might fall so he quickly said, “Okay, I won’t look. Stop running!”
Finally, Song Yao stopped. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
There was sweat on his face, wetting his bangs and revealing his smooth forehead. That pair of eyes look especially wet and pretty, his skin look especially pale, and his lips look especially red, like a dewy petal, making Shen Muhan distracted.
In the coming and going crowd, Shen Muhan walked over and captured his wrist. Song Yao’s low body temperature made Shen Muhan feel very comfortable.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yao, his lips formed a faint smile, “I caught you.”
Above Shen Muhan’s head, the favorability slowly rose:
[God’s favorability increased +4%, current favorability value 52%. Reason: He’s obediently caught in my hand, very cute.]
*
This was their first time riding the train together.
Shen Muhan’s appearance drew too much attention, when he entered the train, everyone looked at him. He was long used to this and Song Yao wasn’t afraid of being looked at either. They sat together.
Shen Muhan was busy for a whole day but he was still full of energy. Meanwhile , Song Yao, starting from 5 in the afternoon, was merely a spectator, but he was feeling sleepy right now. So, he decided to catch up on some sleep.
Shen Muhan’s lively thoughts incessantly poured into his mind, making him wish he could turn off the skill.
[Hmph, even though he got the tattoo for me, he’s being shy and won’t let me see it. One day, I’ll definitely have a look.]
[Ah, he raised his head and fell asleep, his Adam’s apple is so cute, and the mole on it, I really want to touch it.]
[He’s wearing my clothes and sleeping by my side…as expected of friends, our relationship is so good…]
[What’s with his face? It’s like there’s some kind of magic that makes people want to keep on looking at him. The more I look, the better he looks, no matter which angle I look from, and…there always…a sense of familiarity…]
[I seemed to have dreamt about him last night. In my dream, our identities were reversed…when I woke up I even cried, I don’t understand…]
[Forget about that weird dream…right now I feel like I shouldn’t call him by his full name, it sounds like too much of a stranger, what should I call him…]
Song Yao fell asleep amidst his noisy thoughts.
He didn’t know how long he slept for, he even had a dream.
He dreamt of a black snake slithering around him, hissing, as it thought about where to start eating him.
The snake then turned into a silver long-haired cat. It rubbed against his and meowed at him.
The silver long-haired cat turned into his younger brother who hugged his leg and acted spoiled: “Brother, brother.”
Then, someone called gently into his ears.
“We’re at our stop, Ah Yao.”
Author:
Hamster: From the start of the arc, you guys’ ages have been set to legal 18 years old.
Song Yao, Shen Muhan: So whatever?
Hamster: You guys are adults to begin with, okay? One’s 26 and the other’s 20, what’s the point of pretending~
AH YAO 🥴🥴
They are so cute together, and is specially cute to see Shen Muhan being so sweet with Song Yao but at the same time as the percentage goes up i get scared about Song Yao reaction to Shen Muhan being more obvious about liking him in a romantic way ARGH I DONT KNOW IM IN LOVE WITH THEM
(and i simply adore how song yao can be coquettish/flirty in shen muhan eyes but for song yao he is like ????? Lmao i swear they are a mess
Oh! And congrats to our Song Yao for passing the 50% 🎊🎊🎊🎊
Thank you for translating another awesome chapter! Have a great week ❤️❣️
Thank you for the update. 😘
Again, i’m impressed about this novel. I was expecting another 188 cruel/scum gong, but so far, is 1.88 meters of sweetness.
Kyaaaa finally it’s above 50 °◇°♡♡♡
I wonder if diz is the only world…cuz I NEED MOREEEE
TYSMMM FOR THE CH 🎂