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Chapter 1 Wedge: Banquet in Qingdu
Around five in the afternoon.

After turning up the heating at home a few more degrees, Ke Jiao snuggled under the covers with his laptop computer in his hands, sucked his red nose from being wiped with a tissue, clicked on Weibo, and refreshed the interface.

She had caught a cold these past two days, and she was drowsy after taking the medicine, but at this moment, her eyes suddenly caught sight of the first Weibo that just popped up, and she instantly woke up.

Oh my god... she read it right? Djay even tweeted? !
Rubbing her eyes desperately, she sat up straight with enthusiasm, and quickly moved her face to the screen to take a closer look.

"[Five-person chorus] "Yanqingdu", first released at Station K / Lyrics: @Djay, Music: @Djay, Vocals: @Djay, @起华, @白银, @草草酱, @凯凯, Remix: @ Dai Hua, character design/poster: @留留. K station link: xxxx."

This post is clean, concise, without any extra nonsense, and I took another look at the person who posted the Weibo, and it was indeed Djay, who had been absent from Weibo for almost a month, using his Weibo client. hair.

She remembered that the last time the young master sang a song, it seemed... It was last year, right?
Djay, nicknamed Gongzi, is an all-round male god in the online dubbing circle, ancient style circle, and cover singing circle.

This is the only life in her heart, and it is also the excellent voice that she has been a fan of Two-dimensional for three full years.

Shake your hands and refresh again. In just 2 minutes, this Weibo has nearly a thousand replies. You don’t even need to click on it to know that the whole circle is boiling. Ke Jiao hurriedly climbed to the bedside table to get the earphones and plug them into the computer Hurry up and click on the K station music link to listen to the song.

The slow and melodious flute melody is melodious, and well-known good voices in the circle appear one after another. Daihua's voice is magnetic and mellow, Baiyin's treble is shocking, mushroom sauce's voice is sweet and soft, Kaikai's juvenile voice is soft, Ke Jiao He kept breathing and listened quietly until... the most familiar voice appeared.

"Long song in the middle of the night, the journey of indifference in Qingdu"

Almost the second Djay's voice appeared, she was so excited that she was about to cry.

There is warmth in the indifference, intimacy in the alienation, clear and thorough, you can fall completely after listening to it just once, and his voice is not even imitated by anyone.

"It sounds so good..." Momentarily sighed, Ke Jiao wiped his nose with a tissue again with tears in his eyes, "Why is it so good..."

Only those who really love this circle can understand how crazy this moment of natal appearance can make people. It is not an exaggeration to say that the whole world is lit up.

After seriously downloading the whole song and listening to it five times, she clicked on Djay's Weibo comment, and the number of comments soared to 5000+ in an instant.

"Master, marry me!! I love you, son!"

"My Djay male god hasn't released a new one for more than half a year. The first release turned out to be a chorus, and there were only three solos, but even this was so touching that I wanted to cry 5555"

"Hearing that, the whole person is almost broken, son, what do you want to be so beautiful!!"

"I'm so handsome, I won't sleep tonight, I'm going to play this song all night."

"Happy Halloween, my lord, okay!"

After reading the comments with empathy, Ke Jiao picked up her mobile phone and dialed her best friend Zeng Qian emotionally.

"Qianqian, I'm really excited now, I'm born to release a new song, do you know! He actually released a new song!"

The environment at Zeng Qian's side was a bit noisy, and it took a few seconds for the voice to come, "Is that Djay online partner and ancient singer again?"

"En!"

"...Look at your talent, tell me, isn't he a two-dimensional man? You can't see or touch, but you care more about things in your real life."

"I'm not just a nympho. He's good at singing, talented, and low-key. This kind of person deserves to be called an idol." When talking about Djay, Ke Jiao couldn't help explaining to Zeng Qian, "Do you know that in the online distribution circle and the ancient fashion circle, he is like a god? Let me tell you, none of the artists you bring can compare to him..."

"Okay, okay, it's almost dinner time, you can take care of the young master first, Xiao, cook, mother."

As soon as Zeng Qian said the last two words, Ke Jiao's face turned green as if she had been shot dead in an instant.

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly crawled out of the quilt stiffly, "...Zeng Qian, I hate you."

Zeng Qian laughed dryly on the other end of the phone, "I know."

"I really hate you," Ke Jiao turned on the phone and threw it on the quilt, frowning, and went out of the closet to put on the clothes, "It's getting colder and colder outside now, do you know? I still have a bad cold It's..."

"Well, Momo, cook well, my artist called me, hang up first."

Hearing the beeping busy tone from the phone with resentment, Ke Jiao put on her scarf dejectedly, put her mobile phone and keys in her pocket, went to the kitchen to get two bags of vegetables bought in the morning, and walked out of the house.

December is about to enter, and the weather in T City is getting colder and colder. Ke Jiao buried her face in her scarf, comforted herself by playing "Yan Qingdu" on her mobile phone, and walked quickly across the road, straight walk forward.

After walking for less than 5 minutes, she soon came to an independent white building.

Taking the elevator upstairs to the twentieth floor, she turned out of the elevator familiarly and pressed the door of Household 2001.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the closed door was gently opened from the inside.

A familiar pale face emerged from behind the door, as bloodless as ever.

"Those who don't know think they've seen a vampire..." Ke Jiao was taken aback, stretched out her hand angrily, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

The other party ignored her, glanced at her, and returned to the sofa again.

Ke Jiao put on her slippers, closed the door, and looked up at the man on the sofa who was playing Wii intently, "How about making green pepper and potato shreds, spicy chicken and braised eggplant today?"

"No eggplant." After a few seconds, a cold and pleasant male voice sounded slowly in the background sound of the game console.

"What about celery?"

"Neither."

Ke Jiao was carrying two bags of vegetables, with veins on his face, "Xie Xiuyi, do you know that you can make a cookbook with the food you don't like? I've never seen such a picky eater like you."

The man called Xie Xiuyi never took his eyes off the TV screen, "Make meat."

"You have been eating braised pork for two days in a row," Ke Jiao looked at his slender arms and legs angrily, "You can't get fat from eating to death, but I have gained a catty in two days. You can't get out of this door."

After a while, Xie Xiuyi said calmly, "Then go out from the balcony."

Ke Jiao rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen angrily.

Well aware of his picky eating habits, she finally chose shrimp instead of eggplant, which he didn't like. After the dishes were served, Xie Xiuyi turned off the game console, walked slowly to the table and sat down.

Because of a cold, Ke Jiao's appetite has not been very good for the past two days. She helped him serve rice and soup, and picked out what she ate. She lowered her head and continued to browse Djay's Weibo, occasionally looking up at him.

Although she had been watching it for a few days, she still had to admit that this vampire-like man was really good-looking.

Not to mention the exquisite facial features, good-looking hands, and a good figure, but his temper is really weird. It is no wonder that Zeng Qian and his agency have tried their best to make him popular even though he abused him a lot.

"Finished."

Just when she was engrossed in her thoughts, Xie Xiuyi had already put down the bowl and chopsticks, looking at her quietly with a pair of beautiful black pupils, "Tomorrow I will eat lychee and watermelon."

Ke Jiao was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly, "It's December now, and these two kinds of fruits are only available in summer."

"Just these two things," he said no more, gently put the chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, stood up and looked down at her, "I want fresh ones."

(End of this chapter)