Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong, who is free, is even more bored, reading books can no longer satisfy his needs, and because he has a lot of worries recently, he secretly ordered a Sudoku book from the Internet, wanting to learn Fang Juexia's unique emotion management rules.

But he just started to get started, he was at a loss, and at one point even wanted to search for tutorials on the Internet.Unfortunately, his sneaking was discovered by He Ziyan.

"Hey, fill in Sudoku, little philosopher." He Ziyan was holding the Haagen-Dazs he bought in his hand, and his headphones were still hanging around his neck.

Pei Tingsong didn't know why he was guilty, so he covered the Sudoku book with his hands, "Aren't you writing songs? Why do you start fishing after writing?"

"Don't change the subject." He Ziyan deliberately teased him, "Come on, brother, let's see how much you filled out?"

"Get up, don't sit on my bed."

"Wow, you have not only mastered Sudoku, but you have also learned Sudoku." He Ziyan became more and more enthusiastic, opened the window and shouted to the balcony next door, "Teacher Fang, come here and help me with Sudoku."

Just like that, everyone knew that Pei Tingsong was doing sudoku.With the mentality of breaking the jar, Pei Tingsong took his Sudoku book and went to Fang Juexia's room. Ling Yi was not there, just the two of them.

Fang Juexia had heard what He Ziyan said a long time ago, and when he turned around, he had a smile on his face, "You are filling out Sudoku." He smiled and picked up the book in his hand to show Pei Tingsong, "I am reading this. "

It's as if he's expressing to Pei Tingsong, look, I'm doing the same stupid thing as you.

The mentality that had just collapsed was swept away by Fang Juexia's magnanimous and lovely performance. Pei Tingsong put the Sudoku book on the table, lay down on his bed, and looked at him, "Teacher Fang, teach me .”

"There are no students who ask for advice, and they lie on the teacher's bed as soon as they come."

Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows, "I am such a student."

Fang Juexia was choked up, afraid that Pei Tingsong would continue to tease him on this topic, so he had to compromise on his own, "All right, teach me."

Pei Tingsong, who was still a student, also dyed his silver hair back to a low-key dark brown. Anyway, the promotional period has passed, and now he looks much more obedient.

Fang Juexia pulled him up, took a stool for him to sit down, and taught him several tricks for filling in Sudoku, such as explicit number pairs, explicit arrays, and the only remaining solution. They spoke very thoroughly.

He is very patient, and his voice is gentle and gentle. He really feels like a teacher. From time to time, he will ask him, "Do you understand this? It's actually not difficult."

Pei Tingsong nodded, only to realize that there are so many tricks and tricks in Sudoku. After Fang Juexia explained it, it was not so boring. On the contrary, he could dissect something that is connected with logic. No wonder many mathematicians in history also have Philosopher's identity.

He looked at Fang Juexia's serious profile, and couldn't help approaching.

Pei Tingsong wondered if it would be a little profane to kiss him at this time.

But he really wanted to kiss him.

The phone that suddenly vibrated disturbed Pei Tingsong's thoughts. He looked down and saw that it was his sister who he never had a serious contact with on weekdays.

A few days ago, it was his promiscuous mother who made ten phone calls a day, as if she finally remembered that she had given birth to a son in her life.But Pei Tingsong didn't take care of it at all, he just read the message she sent hastily.

Concern is false, interests are real.

Finally it was his sister's turn. Pei Tingsong knew that her goal was probably contrary to his mother's.Although this sister who is seven years older than him is usually cold and arrogant, at least she regards herself as a real person.

"Why didn't you answer?" Fang Juexia asked.

Pei Tingsong thought for a while, "My sister, it's definitely not a good thing to call."

Fang Juexia knew that his family situation was complicated, and he didn't want to intervene, but seeing that Pei Tingsong didn't want to answer it at all, it was more like playing petty temper, so he pushed, "Maybe it's something big, take it."

Hearing what he said, Pei Tingsong babbled through the connection, put on the earphones, stood up and took a few steps towards the balcony, spoke in English, squatted in front of the whole green garden that Fang Juexia raised, stretched out his hand Fiddled with the little hibiscus that had blossomed into a cloud of powder in front of her.

Fang Juexia sat quietly at the table, continuing to read the book he hadn't finished. He didn't know if it was because he had a keen sense of hearing, or because he was too interested in Pei Tingsong.Fang Juexia could detect even a small change in his tone.

He felt a little conflicted.

The phone call wasn't very long.Pei Tingsong hung up the phone and was still squatting on the balcony. His eyes moved from the little hibiscus to the blue snowflake, and finally landed on the most inconspicuous pot of cactus.

He took out the cactus flower pot from the corner and put it in front of him, looking at each other in silence.

Fang Juexia walked up to him, squatted down with him, and deliberately pretended to be fussy, "What's wrong with my cactus, it's wilted no matter how hard it is stabbed."

"Okay, you." Pei Tingsong knew that he was teasing him, so he told him directly, "Just now, my sister said that my mother's new British boyfriend is engaged in publishing, and asked my mother to take away all the copyrights of my grandfather. Give him all."

Although it was very simple, Fang Juexia knew the seriousness of the matter, "How can this work? What if the other party is unreliable, it is your grandfather's hard work."

"She can't make the decision, because in my grandfather's will, I am the legal heir of the copyright of all his works." Speaking of this, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of the scene of his grandfather's death.

It was very chaotic, everyone's desire for profit was exposed in front of a solitary tombstone.At the age of 15, he was in the most confused period, violent and manic, pushing the world to the opposite.

He didn't want the inheritance, he just wanted to bring his grandfather back to life, and yes, the idea was absurd.

Pei Tingsong picked up the small kettle and poured a little water on the cactus, "Just a few days ago, she was arguing with me every day, calling, sending messages, sending emails, and even said that she would come to see me in person, but I ignored her Go to my sister to make trouble again, she may be crazy."

"My sister asked me to go back to stop her thoughts, and also sort out the copyrights that have not been managed before, so that my grandfather can leave with peace of mind."

Fang Juexia's mind suddenly slowed down, and he slowly took the small kettle from his hand.

Can't water anymore, watering his little cactus.

"So you're going back to America, right?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "I'll leave after recording the show tomorrow, and it should be dealt with in a few days." He patted Fang Juexia's head, "Do you want to come with me?"

He wanted to see the place where Pei Tingsong grew up, but it wasn't such an opportunity.He needs to give Pei Tingsong a space to be himself, instead of being unable to properly handle his family's affairs and disputes because he misses him.

"Next time." Fang Juexia smiled at him, "I want to go when you have no burden, just like you dreamed."

Although he could no longer see the old man, at least he was not in a state of embarrassment.

Pei Tingsong tilted his head and thought for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Will Teacher Fang take me back to Guangzhou?"

Fang Juexia didn't speak, and stretched out her little finger to him.

Pei Tingsong did not stretch out his finger to hook it directly, but glanced behind him, then pulled him over, and kissed his little finger.

"I wanted to kiss just now." He lowered his voice and whispered, and then hooked his fingers to reach an agreement.

On the night when the variety show finished recording, Pei Tingsong left. It was not convenient for Fang Juexia to see him off for a private trip. She just returned "The Roots of Romanticism" to him before he left, so that he could watch it when he was bored on the plane. look.

He didn't know if Pei Tingsong would see the note he secretly wrote, but it felt good. He seemed to be chatting with the former Pei Tingsong across the server, a kind of surprise of discovering easter eggs.

Before the official business with Pei Tingsong, except for the work that had to be done together, I hardly saw him at other times, and I didn't think there was anything. I just took pictures of him every day.Every day is also objectively passing by.

Later Pei Tingsong moved back, and they were together almost every day, with all the members.Now, only a few days after Pei Tingsong left, Fang Juexia felt unbearable.I want to contact him, and I also want to know how he is on the other side of the ocean, whether he has been embarrassed by others, and whether he has had a good meal.

Who would make things difficult for someone like Pei Tingsong? His worries were a little unnecessary.

After thinking about it carefully, how can there be so many things that are missing, and I obviously miss him.

The time difference is huge, but Pei Tingsong will call him sooner or later. Most of the time, Fang Juexia is under the quilt, either not up or asleep, listening to Pei Tingsong talk for a while, the final result is either that he can't wake up, or I can't sleep anymore.

In order to enrich himself, Fang Juexia resumed the rhythm of practicing madness, practicing dance, learning vocal music and creating every day.When he came that day, there were two trainees dancing in the practice room. They were a little afraid of him, and they moved aside when they saw Fang Juexia.

Am I that scary?Fang Juexia began to reflect on whether he was too indifferent in daily life, and by the way, he also watched the young trainees dance.A child fell to the ground and tried to get up, but couldn't get up several times.

"You're not exerting strength here." Fang Juexia stepped forward and taught him personally, "The core needs to be tight, and if it's loose here, you won't be able to get up."

The little trainee was a little flattered, he didn't expect that the seniors who are now popular in the company are so approachable, obviously they rarely smile.

Fang Juexia worked too hard as a trainee. He made many mistakes and summed up his experience, so he is more experienced in teaching others.

"Yes, you have to practice your control. Otherwise, the fixed point will not look good."

"Very good, this turn is more stable than before."

Several people spent the night in the practice room without knowing it. It was already very late. The two children wanted to invite Fang Juexia to eat, but he refused, "How can I let you treat me?"

There was no one else on the road. Seeing the two children leaving the company downstairs together, Fang Juexia also turned to the underground parking lot, preparing to drive back to the dormitory.

The light in the parking lot was not very bright, the pale white light hit the gray concrete floor straight, everything was quiet and lifeless.Fang Juexia squinted his eyes and walked in the direction of his car. Night blindness affected his vision too much. He finally found his car. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard footsteps.

The long-lost feeling of being followed reappeared.

His heart suddenly lifted, but even though he was already so sensitive, before he had time to turn around, he was slammed into the wall from behind by a person, his lower back hurt, and his forehead hit the white wall. Dizzy, lightheaded.

It can't be illegitimate.

Fang Juexia propped his hands on the ground, frowning in pain.Just for a moment, he vaguely saw a shadow on the wall, it was a human figure, holding a long and thin object in his hand, and it was about to hit him.Fang Juexia dodged to one side cleverly, his instinct made him move faster and turned around.

With a bang, a steel rod fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.

To his surprise, another tall man appeared from behind, and he quickly subdued the man who had just attacked him from behind and was about to knock him unconscious with a steel rod, and pressed him on the car.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, so as not to cause misunderstanding, let me explain to you first." The tall man spoke first, "I am the bodyguard arranged by Young Master Pei by your side, and I am also the person entrusted by him to investigate your being followed."

Hearing Pei Tingsong's name, Fang Juexia was finally relieved.His throat was dry and hoarse, and there was a trace of bloody smell.

"This person has been following you for a long time. He has been wandering around your car just now and was finally caught. He still hurt you a little bit. I'm very sorry."

Fang Juexia supported his back and stood up with difficulty, "It's okay."

Fortunately, Pei Tingsong found someone to follow him, otherwise he wouldn't dare to imagine what happened after this, but he never imagined that anyone would be so vicious.

"Look, do you know this person?" As he spoke, the private bodyguard twisted the gangster's arms and dragged him to face Fang Juexia.

Fang Juexia had poor eyesight, so he tried to get closer and took a step.

"Let go of me!"

But when he heard this voice, his steps stopped.The whole person froze in place, unable to move.

He also saw the man's face clearly, it was much older and thinner, but he still recognized it.

"I tell you to let go of me, don't you understand people's words? I'm his father! See if he dares to touch me!"

Fang Juexia will never forget how this man pointed at his face, the birthmark on his face.

To put it bluntly, you are a born failure.