Have you guys ever made friends with a dumbass?
I have.
As the lead singer of a boy idol group, inside the eyes of my fans and the media, I am a Mr. Goody-goody, acquiescing to everyone’s needs. Even when encountering paparazzi filming me without permission, I’m always been courteous and polite.
But in reality, I’m not someone with a very good temper. However, I know how to adapt to circumstances. Having worked as a migrant worker in Beijing with no permanent residence for over two years, I have lived together with mice in the basement, ate plain boiled noodles for two months, and was even dumped by my girlfriend of two years because she didn’t see a future in us.
I knew all too well what I wanted and needed. What’s so hard about wearing a warm and friendly mask?
Making friends with a dumbass wasn’t very difficult either. As long as he had an OP elder brother, and an old dad who owned a mine.
“My big bro had a word with the organizers of next week’s music festival awards ceremony to invite us as honored guests for the warm-up act.” When saying these words, he was a bit smug.
Although I didn’t care much for his appearance or that mouth, there’s a reason for his smugness. Our group just made our first public appearance not long ago. Logically speaking, such a large-scaled awards ceremony shouldn’t involve us. The company wouldn’t spend a lot of money supporting an idol group that’s just testing the waters. We’re only able to make an appearance all thanks to his big brother’s background. Everyone who knew the inner story here all understood, most of the activity and traveling expenses of our group were paid out of his own pocket.
The people nearby flatter him half-heartedly. Even the agent had said “Leo’s team captain position was truly not for nothing.”
With his intelligence, he couldn’t hear the words within these words and even giddily crossed one leg over the other as he bragged onward for a bit.
After the agent left to work, the other people also found excuses to leave, only leaving behind the two of us.
A bit bored, he said: “Tomas, go play with me for a while.”
I gave him a smile: “Alright.”
Other than spending the night in a club, he didn’t know how to play anything else.
At 1am in the morning, he drunkenly led a girl outside. I drove his car and dropped them off downstairs outside of his home before finally returning to my residence. There was a job in the afternoon of the next day. At noon, I purchased take out and went to his home to wake him up. At the same time, I helped him throw the dirty clothes and bedsheets into the washing machine.
He had quite a young master temper and was a bit hard to serve. The other members didn’t like to be alone with him. Even the agent didn’t really enjoy staying together with him. I was the only one who was available on call, anytime anywhere, taking over the duties of an hourly multi-talented nanny.
I felt that I treated him very well. In return, he also treated me pretty well.
When we’re on a show, as the group leader, he’d stand front and center and let me stand next to him. This way, I’d have more opportunities to appear on screen. When accepting interviews, naturally, he’d be the one holding the microphone. However, he’d actively hand it over so I could answer the reporter’s questions. When we finally received our first commercial, it was for a sports brand that’s very people-friendly. There were 5 people within out group, but only two lines of solo script. One was his; the other one remaining was given to me.
The agent had openly and covertly told him several times not to be too biased. This young master would listen at first and then immediately forget it afterwards, continuing to be as biased as possible the next time.
The other three members of the group didn’t actually say anything. I have pretty good personal relationships with them as well. I remember all of their birthdays and preferences. Gifts and favors that I needed to give, I never missed. I was a bit older than them. When we went out to eat, I never made them pay. The group leader was biased towards me. They might feel a bit unfair, but it definitely wouldn’t develop into hatred out of envy.
Sometimes Leo also brought me to hang with his friends. Actually I absolutely can’t mix well into that circle of wealthy and respectable people, but I also didn’t want to go against his will. When he called me to go, I went. I’d just spent the entire time smiling faintly and speaking scantly, that’s all.
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Unfortunately, I regretted thinking like this not long afterwards.
A wild Sanlitun stallion randomly staring at you up and down, if it were you, what would you think? Here I thought he was a bro, yet he wanted to mount me.
In any case, I couldn’t accept it and felt a bit disgusted. In the past, I only thought he was dumbass. Who would have imagined he’d have this kind of stinky problem as well.
It just happened that one day, my ex-girlfriend came to borrow money from me again and was seen by him. In front of this girl’s face, he mocked me for trying to impress others by feigning to be more than I am, saying that clearly I was just a poor bastard just the same. Actually, I wasn’t even that angry, however, I still seized the chance to flip out. Coincidentally, I was planning to avoid him for a while anyway. We were at least bros for a while. It’s best that he knew how to back out of this awkward situation appropriately and stop having intentions towards me. Then that kind of thing can be forgotten in the past.
After a day, he invited me out to play like nothing had happened, face as thick as the wall of China. I threw him a ‘I’m busy” and hung up. I wasn’t really afraid of offending him. Although he acts impishly all day, he actually has a strong sense of morals. Regardless of how you look at it, I’m the person who’s in the right here.
A few days later, he called me again, telling me to go eat together at night. Before I even refused, he said in a proud tone: “Tonight is my Liang-ge’s party. I asked if I could bring you. He said of course it’s no problem. He also said that he likes you quite a bit, saying if there’s a new show, he’d bring you.”
I was somewhat tempted. I also knew this definitely wasn’t a scheme created by him. He didn’t have this kind of IQ. Rather, he was sincerely thinking of my future. In this kind of era, purely relying on singing couldn’t make any money. The previous era where a few top songs was enough to feed you for the rest of your life has already long since passed. Singers were all crossing over to become actors, hosts, or participate in variety shows. Having a few more paths was the best long-term plan.
In the evening, he even came personally to pick me up, driving a Lamborghini I’ve never seen before. Seeing me come down, he scuttled into the front passenger seat and beckoned to me, saying: “You drive, you drive. Didn’t you say that you wanted to drive this last time?”
Actually, I shouldn’t have flipped the page over his desire for my ass so quickly, but after seeing this car, my hand itched so bad it was impossible to endure. I forgot everything and threw it all to the back of my mind. There’s no woman who didn’t like gemstones and no men who didn’t like speed.
Sure enough, driving this car felt extremely amazing. So amazing that no words could describe it. So amazing that I forgot about why I had to keep away from the annoying asshole next to me.
He said giddily: “What do you think? Not angry anymore right?”
Driving someone else’s car made one become more lenient.. I could only pretend to be stupid and say: “Why would I be angry.”
He smiled even more mischievously: “Not angry is good. If you want anything in the future, just let me know. Don’t throw a tantrum.”
Me: “……”
God dammit, was this dumbass treating me like a girl he’s picking up?
During the dinner party, he reached a new height in his despicableness once again. He helped me pour tea and carry water, helped place food into my plate and ladle soup into my bowel. He even fcking helped me peel the shrimp. As he peeled, he even said loudly: “Just look at your hands, so slender and soft. It’s better if I helped you peel them.”
So capable? Why doesn’t he fly off into the heavens?
With everyone watching at the table, I had no choice but to endure it; I wasn’t able to help him fly off into the heavens.
Next to the big shot host of the party sat an even bigger shot. The latter was a cold and detached, very self-restrained type of male god. Besides filming movies, he rarely participated in other activities.
I could be considered a casual fan and only saw him a few times. I’ve never really spoken to him before, but I was pretty curious about him and stared at him for a bit. The real live person was even more handsome than on the movie screen.
The dumbass next to me bumped into my elbow, saying: “Enough looking. Liang-ge’s going to change demeanor soon. Why do you keep staring at his partner?”
Me: “…….what?”
He glanced at me and raised his wine cup towards the male god, saying: “SaoZi, Let me toast you. Cheers. You can drink if you want.”
The male god just said that he’s driving and can’t drink liquor. He gave Leo a smile and drank a sip of juice.
The big shot host today turned his head over to look at the male god. With an infatuated expression, he asked: “Wifey, what are you drinking? It smells sweet.”
Me: “……”
The entire table looked well-aware. Then recalling the expressions of the people beside us while Leo was paying particular attention towards me during dinner, my entire person felt uncomfortable. Silently, I got up, wanting to calm down for a bit outside.
Leo said: “Where are you going?”
I said: “Bathroom.”
Leo said: “Let’s go together.”
I thought to myself, together my ass.
He followed me out of the private room together. A man and woman was walking in our direction. The man was 40 years old with a bald head and big belly. The woman was the one who came asking me for money a few days ago.
She stopped walking: “Such a coincidence.”
I said: “En. This is?”
She said: “A client.”
I gave a smile and planned to let them pass.
However Leo said: “What client? You started accepting clients? Didn’t you just take 20k from Tomas a few days ago? You spent it so quickly?”
The bald uncle suddenly asked my ex-girlfriend furiously: “You took money from him a few days ago? I told you, you are only allowed to accompany me this month! Do you not want the remaining balance?”
I didn’t believe he was her client and I also never imagined that he truly was her client.
I the past, I had imagined that one day, we would walk down different paths and become estranged, but it was definitely not when she’s getting hit by someone right in front of me.
I chased the bald head off. However, she went to follow after him. I stopped her saying: “Aren’t you devaluing yourself? Did you not get beaten enough?”
“I’ve always made money like this!” She turned around to criticize me instead: “Big celebrity! Stop looking down on me already. Are you any better than me? If you didn’t curry favor from this young master, how could you have become popular?”
Her righteousness received my speechlessness in response.
She and I, we’re from the same village. After graduating, we both remained in Beijing to try to make a living here. We lived in the basement together, ate plain boiled noodles together. Later on, she became a magazine model and made a lot more money than me doing delivery. She was able to encounter a lot more people and things. Later on, she also changed a lot faster.
The day before we broke up, she had an abortion. I didn’t know this until the next morning after I returned from a delivery. She said she couldn’t see a future in staying together with me. After that, she dragged her luggage and walked off carefree and at ease.
“If she told me I had a child, why would I care about some bullshit dream.” I splashed water on my face and looked at the somewhat wretched looking me in the mirror: “Unfortunately she didn’t give me the chance. She didn’t even let me choose. If she said it, I would have taken her back home and found a steady job to raise my family, raise my wife, and raise my child, never to dream about singing again.”
For once, he was quiet for a long time. After a while, he finally said: “You’re willing, but the other person might not. Right now, she seems pretty happy being a high-level prostitute.”
I actually didn’t really like hearing others talk about my ex-girlfriend so I didn’t reply to that. I only said: “The two of us are just ill-fated. As soon as she left me, I managed to successfully sign into a company. Not even half a year later, I made my first public performance.”
He said with a laugh: “That’s right. You and her are just ill-fated. I’m the one who’s your lucky star.”
I gave him a look and said: “What she said was correct though. If I didn’t get along well with you, how could I have become popular?”
He frowned, saying: “It’s not completely because of me. My popularity is not even as high as yours. I only have 4 million fans on Weibo. You’re already at over 6 million. It’s still because you’re outstanding, sing well, dance well, and look very good too. The main thing is that you’re an extremely good person. Those that you’ve interacted with, none of them has ever said you’re not good.”
I felt myself to be a rather vile character and asked with a slight ulterior motive: “Do you also think I’m a good person?”
He answered without even hesitating: “Of course, you’re a good person. You treat me practically too well. Besides my parents and my older brother, you treat me the best.”
Me: “……”
He said exuberantly with all smiles: “Sometimes even better than my elder brother. My brother randomly beats me up for no reason.”
I really wanted to tell him. I also really wanted to beat him up.
Then he said: “Actually I know that other people don’t like me. They won’t bring me along when they play. Yet when they need me, that’s when they run over to flatter me. Not like you, who always treats me well.”
His big brother was a business elite. How did he get stuck with such a dumbass for a little brother who didn’t even know what’s called a long-term investment; he deserves to get beaten everyday.
He came over to wash his hand and said with a cheeky smile: “Sometimes my mouth runs off. If I ever offend you again with my words like I did that day, you can just pretend that I released a fart. Don’t lower yourself to my level, alright?”
Looking at him right now, he seemed to be treating me like a bro again.
Thinking about it carefully… apart from being a dumbass, there really wasn’t any flaws with him.
Hmmm is it all gonna be about other CPs, the extras I mean? Ahh I still wants more Yuan Rui…
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
No, I think the last three are about the main CP
They have their own story right? Is it so bad I wanna see more of our main characters 🥺
Yes. There’s extras of the main CP
Ohhh I got a little happy hearing Xiao xie pov I didn’t expect that was how he usually see things and especially Wang Chao, I even thought for a moment that I was reading PPC..
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️ I can’t believe this is ending I’ll really miss yuan Rui
thanks for the chapter!
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️