Fanservice Paradox

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Fang Juexia woke up all of a sudden, and immediately let go of her hand.

"Everyone in Caledon hurry back! Hey! Those over there! Move the props here!"

"it is good!"

"Is it this prop?"

The members evacuated from the lifting platform one after another, and the noisy environment made Fang Juexia's heart pound violently in his chest.

He had been holding Pei Tingsong's hand just now.

Realizing this, Fang Juexia hastily stepped forward a few steps away from the platform, but accidentally tripped over a pipe on the ground and fell to the ground unprepared.

"Hey, Fang Juexia, are you okay!"

He could hear the worry in Pei Tingsong's voice, and could recognize that he was approaching him through the voice, but Fang Juexia was a little flustered now, everything in front of him was blurry and dark, and his vision was chaotic.

Not for the first time, he tried to calm himself down.

Don't panic, don't panic.He reached out and groped on the ground, touched the pipe in front of him, and carefully tried to stand up.After standing still, Fang Juexia squinted his eyes, and many black shadows flashed back and forth before his eyes, and he could no longer see the others clearly.

"What's the matter with you?" Pei Tingsong immediately saw that something was wrong with Fang Juexia, very strange.He looks like a...

The word that flashed unconsciously in his mind made him suddenly pause.

Pei Tingsong stepped forward and held Fang Juexia's arm, "Do you have night blindness?"

For some reason, as soon as Pei Tingsong asked this question, he immediately remembered Fang Juexia who accidentally knocked down the stack of books in the early morning of insomnia.

How could it be knocked down? Even if the lights weren't on, the room wasn't completely dark.

If he is not walking against the wall, it is even less likely to hit it.

Correct.

All unreasonable details are explained.

The scene when they were locked in the closet together came to mind again at this moment.At that time, he forced Fang Juexia to look at him, but only got one sentence.

[I can't see. ]

He didn't lie, he really couldn't see.

"Yes." Fang Juexia admitted in a very flat and calm tone.His mood gradually eased, although he still couldn't see clearly.

The team members had gone far away, the dark and staggered passages and the urging of the staff made everyone subconsciously only look forward, and it was difficult to find those who were left behind.Pei Tingsong was very surprised. Thinking of the way he fell just now, he was even a little inexplicably angry. He couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you tell me you have night blindness?"

He regretted it when he asked.With the cold relationship between him and Fang Juexia in the past two years, how could this cold person tell himself such private things.Even a fool knows not to.

The relationship between them has never reached the level of honesty.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the voices of other staff behind him, Fang Juexia tried to break free from Pei Tingsong's hands, pretending that nothing happened.

His reaction gave Pei Tingsong a hint.

"It's okay." Pei Tingsong held it tighter, and even stretched out his other hand to wrap around Fang Juexia's waist, "I was looking for something and tripped over it just now. Do your best, I'll help him go."

"Really? Be careful, it's a bit messy down there."

Seeing the staff leave, Pei Tingsong supported Fang Juexia, and lowered his voice to his ear.

"Is that why you don't want to ask me for help?"

As the warm air fell, Fang Juexia smiled wryly in the dark.

Anticipating that he would not say anything more, Pei Tingsong never expected any response.He helped Fang Juexia move forward step by step, reminding him softly to avoid various obstacles.Just when he thought that this guy finally let go of his hard shell in the dark and compromised and moved forward slowly, Pei Tingsong suddenly heard his voice.

"it's wired."

The footsteps of the two stopped in tandem.

"Why is it you every time?"

They fell into a brief silence.

Fang Juexia smiled bleakly.Perhaps Pei Tingsong also thought that he was a disaster, because he was forced to be tied up with him, and because he was threatened with unspoken rules, he even exposed the night blindness that he had been hiding.

why?Obviously he can hide well every time, he is already used to the darkness.

If, if it was the other hand that he was clinging to just now...

He traced the illusory cause and effect of the butterfly effect until everything was broken by Pei Tingsong's voice.

"Maybe it was the last time I boasted on the phone that you and I will be bound in the future."

"When God heard it, he thought it made sense, so he really tied you and me together." There was a slight smile in Pei Tingsong's voice, "Maybe God also takes CP."

Fang Juexia suddenly froze.

What God is not God...

"Don't be kidding." He still tried to escape from him, but Pei Tingsong's hands around his waist became tighter, and his tone was serious, "I'm not kidding. I usually like to tease you, but I also have Bottom line."

Fang Juexia glanced at him, "Your bottom line is in the third quadrant."

Hearing this, Pei Tingsong was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud, like a high school student.

Fang Juexia's ears were filled with Pei Tingsong's bright laughter. It was strange to say that the previous tension seemed to be relieved suddenly.

On the emotional level, he actually began to take chances, maybe he could really trust this demon king who had just repaired the broken relationship, even if he let him know his biggest secret.

But reason also advised him not to hand over what he insisted on easily.

If you know it, you know it, Fang Juexia comforted herself.Anyway, what comes, what comes, has always been his survival rule.

By now, he was becoming less and less able to learn to think calmly.

"The third quadrant is the third quadrant." Pei Tingsong tilted his head at him, "Talk is better than nothing."

With his support, Fang Juexia moved forward with small steps.From time to time, his toes bumped into the pipes on the ground, stumbling and stumbling, just like the road he had walked all these years, he was groping in the dark.

Pei Tingsong's body temperature was very hot, and his arms went around Fang Juexia's back to support his whole body, making him a little uncomfortable.Hearing Pei Tingsong's voice in the dark, "You... really can't see at all?" He quickly added, "I mean, after the vision is darkened."

He rarely heard such a hesitant tone from Pei Tingsong.This boy who is three years younger than him is always decisive and flamboyant, as if there is never anything to be afraid of in life.

"Basically." Fang Juexia added a relatively precise figure, "80.00%."

Pei Tingsong nodded, and repeated his words in a low voice, "80.00%..."

The narrow passage compressed the air into a viscous fluid that surged slowly. Fang Juexia felt a weak wind blowing in front of his face, and the trajectory of the fluid movement seemed to have changed.

He raised his hand and stretched out into the darkness.

Pei Tingsong was taken aback for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.He just reached out to Fang Juexia to shake his tentative hand, but Fang Juexia grabbed it just like that.

"Didn't you say you couldn't see?" Pei Tingsong's tone was a little surprised, unexpectedly childish, like a kid who was caught playing tricks.

Fang Juexia smiled again.

"I can't see it," he let go of Pei Tingsong's hand, "but I have the ability to predict."

Pei Tingsong withdrew his hand and laughed too.

Fang Juexia was indeed much smarter than he imagined.

He took Fang Juexia in his arms and continued to walk forward, "So you have been hiding for so long relying on your own predictive power?"

Before Fang Juexia could answer, Pei Tingsong asked again, "Why did you keep it from everyone? It's not a very special disease, and it doesn't affect other people."

Fang Juexia knew that he would not understand, and it was normal.

He can only tell him why through his own experience.

"I learned dance, folk dance and modern dance for a period of time when I was a child. When I was seven years old, my mother led me to the Guangzhou Youth Dance Troupe to participate in the selection test for their seed players. At that time, all the adults told me that I was The child with the best conditions will definitely be selected."

Such narratives always imply a reversal follow-up.

"In the last assessment, we will be on the real stage, which is different from the previous ones. It is very big, very dark, and there is only one follower light."

Pei Tingsong soon understood that there was even such a picture in front of him.

A little boy stood helplessly on the dark stage.

"You... lost the election?"

"Yeah." Fang Juexia's tone was quite flat, as if nothing had happened, and he walked forward step by step, "I tried my best, but I still fell off the stage and broke my left leg. They didn’t know I had night blindness until I went to the hospital.”

"Were you disappointed at the time?" Pei Tingsong asked.

"No. As soon as I woke up, I asked my mother what the result was. She told me that they would give me news later. There will be no more after that." Fang Juexia hooked the corners of her mouth helplessly, "Maybe in the hearts of adults, children I don’t remember anything, and I forget it after a while. But I have a good memory. I eat seriously, take care of my illness, and I am very obedient. I thought that as long as my legs get better, I can join the dance troupe and become a dancer.”

In the dim light, Pei Tingsong looked at him. There was not much expression on that delicate face. He really didn't look like a person who recalled the regretful past, but he was Fang Juexia, so it all became reasonable.

But as he listened, a scene of a child recovering from illness appeared in his mind.

When he was a child...he must have been very good-looking too.

"What happened next?" Pei Tingsong asked.

"There is no future." Fang Juexia said in a cold tone, "My grandfather told me about night blindness, what else is there to look forward to. How can a person who has a high probability of being close to blindness on stage become a dancer?"

Pei Tingsong knew that he should be comforted at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He suddenly became clumsy and could only sigh and say from the bottom of his heart, "What a pity."

"It's a pity." Fang Juexia said, "After I accidentally heard the adults talking, I realized that even if I don't have night blindness, it is impossible for me to be selected."

Pei Tingsong was puzzled, "Why?"

Fang Juexia turned his head, glanced at Pei Tingsong in the darkness, raised his finger to the corner of his eyes, "Because of this."

"A dancer should not have obvious marks on his face."

Unlike idols, they don't need recognition.

No matter how beautiful it is.

His glance just now shocked Pei Tingsong's mind, he didn't know what to say, so he could only silently help him walk through the last short dark passage.

Not all of their stages are bright, though most are lit.He couldn't imagine how Fang Juexia could not make a mistake every time, so that no one would find out that he was different.

Pei Tingsong remembered that when he first joined the company, the first internal legend he heard was about Fang Juexia.Everyone said that even though Xingtu is a small company, there is a god of trainees in it.

Fang Juexia's negative news is directly proportional to his well-known hard work. Everyone knows that he almost lives in the practice room.Whenever you go to the company's practice room, you can definitely find him.He must be dancing.

At that time, Pei Tingsong only felt that it was exaggerated. He didn't understand why a person who had been defined by everyone as a rare talent would force himself to practice with an almost self-harming intensity.

Now he understands.

On the road of pursuing his dream, he is a person who has already failed once.

He also finally understood why Fang Juexia was moved by the opening of that documentary.

In every sense of the word, he was in the dark.And in that dark little house, Fang Juexia had no way out.

The end of the passage leads to the underground hall of the stage.The gradually increasing light made Fang Juexia consciously and slowly retreat to a safe distance, as if he stepped out of the deep sea step by step, and dragged his heavy steps back to the land.

"Aren't you afraid that maybe one day, you'll fall off the stage like you did when you were a child?"

Hearing Pei Tingsong's question, Fang Juexia said calmly, "I'm afraid. So I must make every movement of myself so accurate that there is no error in distance."

The dim light hit his face, elongating the shadows of his eyelashes, and falling on his cheeks like butterflies.

"The error tolerance rate in this circle is close to zero, but unfortunately, I was born with the wrong mark, and I am born to be the kind of person who tends to make mistakes."

He smiled calmly at Pei Tingsong, "I can only try to pretend that I can't make mistakes."

"Juexia! Little Pei!"

Cheng Qiang ran over from not far away, panting, as if he had been looking for them for a long time.His appearance interrupted Fang Juexia's self-analysis. He collected his emotions and turned to Cheng Qiang.

He didn't quite understand why he said so much to Pei Tingsong, he didn't understand every time.

He thought to himself, maybe Pei Tingsong also felt very puzzled, why did he listen so much about his past and heart, whether this would be a kind of fawning show of weakness in his opinion.It's like those contestants who tearfully tell about their tragic past in talent shows, use these deeds of cheating tears to enrich their characters.

What would Pei Tingsong think of him?

"What are you doing? I've searched a lot of you." Cheng Qiang was getting closer, and Fang Juexia was thinking about whether to use Pei Tingsong's excuse to deal with the staff just now.Unexpectedly, I suddenly heard the whispers of the people around me.

"I have one last question for you."

He looked at Pei Tingsong, a little confused.

Pei Tingsong's eyes were very sincere, "How many people still know your secret?"

Fang Juexia's Adam's apple rolled, staring at the person in front of him.But as if he felt that there was not enough time, Pei Tingsong said again when Cheng Qiang came to them, "Forget it, start again."

Fang Juexia's slightly raised eyebrows signaled his doubts.

"I'll say the last sentence again."

This young man's face, which was always sharp, looked at him, with the soft light of the basement reflected in his eyes.

"Your mark is not a mismark, it's beautiful."