In the past few days, aside from her usual practice, the thing Jiang Ling did most was “bother” Shen Yue, basically keeping up a steady rhythm of chatting with her morning, noon, and night, afraid she’d be forgotten.
Although Shen Yue was adamantly against selling her own songs, she didn’t mind chatting with Jiang Ling, and the two of them now maintained a strangely harmonious relationship.
[Just sell me the song, will you?]
[Wanna play a game?]
[1]
Jiang Ling looked at Shen Yue’s instant reply, speechless. She couldn’t take it anymore!
She quickly typed out a line and sent it.
[Alright~]
Watching Jiang Ling sitting on the stool, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, Fang Wannan first wiped her brow, then asked, half amused, “Still chatting with Shen Yue?”
“Yeah, I still think that song is really nice.”
Jiang Ling didn’t look up, but nodded without hesitation.
“Mm, I think it’s a great song too.”
Fang Wannan also gave high praise, “Actually, these past few days, Sister Bai Xue has been looking for songs as well, but it doesn’t seem to be going well. Supposedly, the Bai family is making trouble?”
At this, Fang Wannan got angry, slamming her water cup onto the table.
“If it weren’t for her blocking me, I’d have called in reinforcements long ago.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ling paused her typing, then said helplessly, “Sis, we’re a girl group, not a gang.”
“But I just can’t stand those scumbag father and son. I really want to give the end of their large intestine some taste buds.”
“Pfft—”
Jiang Ling was drinking water, and at the sudden comment, hurriedly put down her bottle, half laughing, half exasperated as she grabbed a tissue to wipe.
“Anyway, I’ll keep trying my best.”
She quickly changed the subject, afraid Fang Wannan would get too worked up. “I’ve seen the fans are all commenting under the official account saying they miss us. I was thinking of posting some short videos later. Want to join?”
As expected, Fang Wannan’s attention shifted. She asked curiously, “Short videos?”
“Yeah, like those hand gesture dances and stuff. Fan service, you know. After all, everyone’s given us a lot of love.”
As Jiang Ling spoke, she pulled up a trending video on a short video app and played it for Fang Wannan.
The content was simple—just making some hand gestures to music, plus some cute and playful expressions.
“Do people really like this stuff?”
Fang Wannan frowned as she swiped through, skeptical of these simple “dances.”
Seeing her suspicious expression, Jiang Ling formed half a heart with her right hand in front of them, and Fang Wannan naturally completed the shape with her left.
“Actually, even if we do nothing, just stand together on camera and make a heart, the CP fans will fill in a ten-thousand-word epic in their heads.”
Jiang Ling explained this undeniable fact, a bit helpless.
“Really…”
Fang Wannan usually didn’t read these comments. She looked genuinely schooled, a bit dazed as she nodded.
Next, the two of them played a trending BGM and started recording.
They shot a take facing the camera, but since it was their first time, both their movements and expressions were stiff, even stumbling at times.
Fang Wannan watched her own dopey expression on screen and immediately pursed her lips, reaching to delete it. “So stupid, delete it—”
“Hey~ I think it’s cute!”
Jiang Ling dodged her grabbing hands, unable to hide her smile as the video played on a loop.
As the BGM replayed over and over, a blush crept up Fang Wannan’s ears, and her voice turned half-angry, half-embarrassed, “What’s so cute about that? Delete it for me!”
“But—”
“No buts!”
Fang Wannan pinned Jiang Ling’s shoulders, easily taking the phone from her hands. Just as she was about to hit delete, she felt her thumb wrapped in Jiang Ling’s palm.
She looked up and met Jiang Ling’s pitiful, puppy-dog eyes.
“Can’t we keep it?”
That made Fang Wannan’s deleting finger pause. She hesitated, looking at Jiang Ling’s misty, pleading eyes. For a moment, she couldn’t say no.
“I won’t post it, just let me have it, okay~” Jiang Ling said, swinging Fang Wannan’s arm. “Let’s make it our little secret, just between us, okay?”
At that, Fang Wannan’s pupils flickered slightly, and she grew interested in the idea of a “secret just for two.” Her attitude unconsciously softened. “You really won’t show anyone else?”
“Really!”
Jiang Ling’s eyes curved with her smile as she nodded vigorously.
Fang Wannan glanced at the video, then at Jiang Ling’s expectant face, turned her head away, and muttered a little awkwardly, “Hmph, do whatever you want.”
“I don’t get what’s so fun about these things anyway…”
Even as she grumbled, Fang Wannan still sent herself a copy of the video.
After all…
It was a secret just for the two of them.
Thinking of this, Fang Wannan felt her lips were even harder to suppress than an AK’s recoil, but she still tried to keep a straight face as she calmly put the phone away. “Let’s shoot a few more.”
“Okay!”
For the next ten minutes or so, they kept fiddling with the short videos, shooting two or three good ones to send out after carefully picking.
Since their official account rarely posted after they stopped performing, the videos’ view counts shot up quickly.
[Ahhhh, what am I seeing? What year is this even!]
[Mama, I’m reborn—]
[Wuwu, you guys remember this account? How can we live without you!]
[I love this ship! NOVA, hurry and sell it to me, I want to see C52! (It’s been years, why is 00 still 0 again)]
“I’m not a 0!”
Jiang Ling ground her teeth at the top comment, and if she could reply freely, she’d have written a thousand words scolding them: No taste at all!
Meanwhile, Fang Wannan was reading the amusing comments with great interest, occasionally offering her take. “So cute. If I’d known, I’d have read the comments more often. Back when Mo Ran told me not to, I thought it must be really weird—”
She broke off abruptly.
[It feels like Wannan is the type of sweet and tsundere girl who says ‘I hate you most’ but secretly hoards tons of 00 merch, even hugs it to sleep, quietly cares in the background, and when caught gets flustered and tries to dodge the topic… ah, let me ship first!]
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Ling looked at the suddenly silent Fang Wannan, watching her ears turn explosively red.
“Nothing!”
Fang Wannan’s voice was oddly stammered. She frantically tried to cover the comment that felt like it’d crawled out of her own mind, terrified Jiang Ling would see even a glimpse.
But Jiang Ling, all eighty-some pounds of her, had a rebellious streak two hundred pounds strong. The more she was blocked, the more she wanted to see. She used all her strength to pry at Fang Wannan’s hand. “Hey… let me see!”
In the scuffle, Jiang Ling naturally ended up pressed against Fang Wannan, trying to use force to make her give in. But with her tiny arms and legs, she was no match for Fang Wannan.
Annoyed at losing, Jiang Ling scooted forward, straddling Fang Wannan’s legs and reaching out.
“Let me see!”
Fang Wannan, mortified, did not want Jiang Ling to see her real thoughts at all. Seeing her persist, she gritted her teeth, wrapped her arms around that slender waist, and pinned her down firmly.
“Don’t move—”