Fanservice Paradox

33

     One-sixth of the dream.

Fang Juexia wasn't sure if Pei Tingsong was sincere, but when he heard those words, his heart did shake violently, and his fingertips went numb. Not long ago, they seemed to be in harmony, but now, Fang Juexia began to indulge in the sense of belonging that he had pulled into his camp.

When did he become like this?

So easily moved.

After listening to Pei Tingsong's merciless sarcasm, Liang Ruo, who was standing by the side, clenched his fists. He had heard about Pei Tingsong's style long ago. Even his agent said to avoid conflict with him, so Liang Ruo held back for the time being. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he pretended that Pei Tingsong didn't exist.

"Juexia," he turned his head, and there was a hint of weakness in his eyes. "If you have time, we …"

"Sorry." Fang Juexia interrupted him expressionlessly. There was no room for negotiation. "I don't have time, and you don't either."

Liang Ruo couldn't believe it. He still couldn't accept that Fang Juexia would walk the path of strangers with him. Even if they had to walk different paths because of the past, those memories were all real.

"Actually, you really don't have to take it to heart." Fang Juexia's lips curved slightly. It was a smile full of grace but without emotion. "If it were anyone else, at that point in time, I would have stood up for them."

These words were simply the greatest mockery to Liang Ruo.

"I want to go back. I'm tired." Pei Tingsong put his arm around his shoulder and left. "Hey, you don't have to come so far to listen to me without headphones."

"It's too noisy in there."

"Can't you ask others if they have their headphones first? Real axes. "

"You've learned to use the word 'axes'."

Watching the two of them leave, Liang Ruo held onto the sink and took a deep breath. He faced the mirror and tried hard to control his expression.

The mirror seemed to have become the mirror in the practice room, and there seemed to be a cold person standing next to him.

But everything had changed.

The two of them left the bathroom and turned into another corridor. Fang Juexia tried to remove Pei Tingsong's arm.

"Hey, how can you throw it away after using it?" Pei Tingsong was very dissatisfied with his abandonment. "You really don't have a heart."

"My shoulders are sore …" Fang Juexia whispered and glanced at Pei Tingsong. "How long have you been eavesdropping outside?"

This glance made Pei Tingsong feel a different emotion. He was no longer the cold and indifferent Fang Juexia. Pei Tingsong let out a long sigh. "Starting from Liang Ruo's first sentence? Anyway, I followed him in. "As he spoke, he thought of Fang Juexia's behavior just now." Why didn't you reject him directly? Don't tell me you're really going to leave me some leeway? "

Fang Juexia lowered his head and smiled. "Do you think that if I didn't reject him and kept listening to him, I would look a little indecisive?"

Not really. Pei Tingsong knew his personality. He looked calm but was actually very strong.

He shrugged. "I just think it's strange."

"I know Liang Ruo's personality better than you do. He's a person with too much self-awareness. " Fang Juexia said casually. "If I rejected him decisively and interrupted him, it would only make him feel that I still care about the past. He would feel very satisfied."