𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

thirteen

The Huba guy clicked his tongue and help me up, "This is your fault."

I thought he was talking to me but Yanchen replied from behind me, "Hey, I'm the innocent one here. This is all Xiao Gui."

Huba glared at him, then faced me, "It's not Huba. Don't call me Huba. Never call me Huba."

I chuckled, "Then what should I call you?"

Huba smiled at me, "Zhu Xingjie. I'm Yanchen's good friend."

I widen my eyes, "Yanchen has friends?"

Yanchen suddenly hit my head, "Do you think I'm that anti-social?"

Before I could say anything, Xingjie's name was called out indicating his turn.

"Well, I'll see you later," He said as he winked at me before walking out.

"Did he just, wink at me?" I asked, still in shock.

Yanchen scoffed, "Did you think he was flirting with you?"

I shrugged, "Must've been my imagination."

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"Good luck Ruibin!" I said, sending him a thumbs up.

Ruibin smiled at me before walking up on stage. He looks so cool in his outfit. Plus it makes him more handsome.

"Stop drooling," Bangbang suddenly appeared beside me.

"He's so beautiful," I muttered to myself.

"You've gone mad."

"I did not Bangbang. You just don't know what its like to have a crush on someone,"

"Believe me when I say I don't want that to happen."

Yanchen came back after looking at himself in the bathroom for 10 minutes. "Is it our turn?"

I didn't even bother to look at him as I was busy looking at the tv in the room, "It's my husband's turn."

"I just went to the bathroom and you're already married? Wow, you became delusional that quick?"

"Shut up, Zhou Yanchen. Look, they're already performing!"

Bangbang leaned in beside me, "Are you not recording this? You might miss him again."

"Don't worry." I answered, still focusing on the scene in front of me. "I told Zimo to take a video."

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"#21, it's your turn. #21,"

I sighed as I stood up, holding a microphone. I faced Yanchen, "You ready?"

Yanchen nods, "Ready."

We walked towards the stage meeting the spotlight in front of us. I spotted Fen gege and the others in the third row.

I also saw Zhang Yixing in the judges' table. God, it made me a bit anxious seeing him so close. Am I going to perform well?

What if I make a mistake? What if I get tongue tied? Or rather what if something goes wrong? Like the lights shutting off or the microphone not working or aliens arriving in the middle of the song. What if -

Yanchen must've felt me panicking, so he reached out for my hand and squeezed it, "Don't be nervous, Mingzhu. Okay?"