Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Unless You Pay Me Five Million Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Unless You Pay Me Five Million Jiang Zhouye: “To be proud of…”
Taking a deep breath, he finally managed to ask with difficulty, “Where is she? Didn’t she come with you?”
Jiang Yunchuan looked at him as if he’d seen a ghost, “Do you think she would stand with me? At the school, except going to the canteen, I basically can’t see her at all.”
“Oh, right, the Jing University canteen has several branches; it’s not certain to bump into her there.”
“…” Such feeble family ties.
“Do you want to find her?” Jiang Yunchuan suddenly got it.
That’s what he thought, there was no way Jiang Zhouye would come to Jing University without a reason.
Now that his thoughts had been exposed, Jiang Zhouye didn’t bother to hide them and coughed lightly, “Where is she?”
“She should be in class. I remember her having a class first thing, and it’s about to end. If you want to find her, go to the broadcast and hosting department…”
[Oh no, I’m late, I’m late, why did I oversleep, why didn’t the alarm go off, why is my phone on silent!!!]
Jiang Yunchuan hadn’t finished speaking.
A stream of consciousness approached from afar.
Jiang Nanshu’s face was very calm, but she was walking swiftly, causing her skirt to create afterimages in the air.
But her inner thoughts didn’t have the same gravity as her outward appearance.
Both men: “…”
Jiang Zhouye patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, “You go ahead, I have something to discuss with her.”
Jiang Yunchuan, somewhat worried, finally cautioned, “Alright then, just make sure she doesn’t infuriate you to death.”
Jiang Zhouye: “???” What kind of thing to say.
He, a grown man, could get angry over a little girl?
“Don’t worry, I’ve adjusted my mindset, it’s super good now.”
Only then did Jiang Yunchuan leave relieved.
Jiang Zhouye blocked Jiang Nanshu’s path, stopping her in her tracks.
Jiang Nanshu immediately stepped back, “Where did this mummy come from?”
[Hey, good dogs don’t stand in the way, c’mon!]
Jiang Zhouye’s face darkened as he comforted himself not to be angry.
He pulled down his mask, but his teeth were still tightly clenched, “It’s me.”
“You are…”
Jiang Zhouye’s temple began to twitch.
The next second, she changed the subject, “Oh, turns out it’s my fourth brother. I hardly recognized you after a few days.” Jiang Nanshu bared her teeth and politely asked, “What do you want? I need to go to class.”
[Did he not have his favorite sour plums today and came all the way to Jing University to ruin my grades?]
Jiang Zhouye: “…”
Is it really that she couldn’t recognize him, or did she just not pay any attention to him at all?
And how could she blame him for her own tardiness!
The next second, the bell signaling the end of class rang out.
Jiang Zhouye’s voice was hoarse and somewhat cold: “There’s no need to go now, class is over.”
“…”
[Ahhhh, why why why, I really am late now, fate is against me.]
Jiang Nanshu was on the verge of tears, feeling that her resentment was even heavier than that of a ghost.
She had calculated it all – as long as she appeared in the classroom, that counted as her attending the first class.
Except that Jiang Zhouye showed up to block her path, causing her to be truly late.
She stared at him expressionlessly, “Spit it out, I need to catch my second class.”
Jiang Zhou Ye took a deep breath before saying, “The final stop of my boy band’s tour is in Beijing. Haven’t you always wanted to join me for a concert? Next week, I’ll take you.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[Who knows how much it would cost to get the Ghost Exorcism Master down from the temple on the mountain, I feel like there’s something off with my family.]
Jiang Zhou Ye: “…”
I’m at my wits’ end.
Turns out she was the one pestering him to go, and now she’s still the one who’s reluctant!
“Are you coming or not?” Jiang Zhou Ye asked again, trying to keep his patience.
Jiang Nanshu fell into thought.
The original host did indeed pester Jiang Zhou Ye, wanting to follow him and meet some singing stars who could teach her to sing.
Because she wanted to become famous, she was especially thick-skinned.
But Jiang Zhou Ye had said he didn’t want to be embarrassed and had rejected the original host.
Taking her to a concert was out of the question, as was helping her in the music industry.
So the original host turned to live streaming, hoping to attract fans with her singing.
But she had significantly overestimated her vocal capabilities; she could speak beautifully, but her singing was terribly off-key.
Chased by the taunts of the netizens in her live streaming room for a month, she gave up and later turned to Jiang Leyi, hoping to try acting…
The original host would rush into things headfirst, always aiming for whatever seemed best.
She raised her head to look at Jiang Zhou Ye’s proud and handsome face, and the next second, her voice filled with grievance, “Am I worthy? I can’t even get a key cut right, let alone be qualified to go to your concert. Fourth brother, please don’t humiliate me anymore.”
“I really do want to take you there,” Jiang Zhou Ye didn’t understand why that would be humiliating.
Jiang Nanshu bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, “Have you forgotten what you used to say to me? You said I could only understand the grunts in a pigsty, how could I appreciate music.”
“…” He really had forgotten. It was something he had said offhand, who would remember such a long-gone remark.
[It must be rough, right? Once the center of the group, and now relegated to just watching your teammates perform on stage while you can only silently watch from below, even struggling to sing again. Must be painful, huh?]
Jiang Zhou Ye was momentarily stunned; indeed, it was excruciating.
Without music, it was as though he had lost the shining soul he originally had.
The company, the agent, the teammates with whom he had once rubbed shoulders and chatted away.
Everyone was busy with the tour and had no time to pay attention to him.
He could only look at his phone over and over again, following their progress, pretending to be part of it.
Confronted with the wounded look in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes, something heavy settled in Jiang Zhou Ye’s heart.
It turned out he really had been too harsh with his words in the past.
If he had accepted her requests, perhaps the situation wouldn’t be what it was now. Would Jiang Nanshu have resorted to drugging him out of bitterness?
Jiang Zhou Ye couldn’t quite clarify the matter for a moment.
“In the past… I was in the wrong, I spoke too harshly…” Jiang Zhou Ye struggled to complete the sentence.
Suddenly he realized… apologizing wasn’t that difficult after all.
He relaxed a bit, “That’ll be our boy band’s final performance. We’re disbanding after singing that night, I have to be there, and I want to take you along to watch, to meet them. Would you be willing?”
Jiang Nanshu didn’t even think before outright refusing, “I’m not interested, unless you Venmo me five million.”
“…”
[So funny, the ‘last performance’ indeed. I won’t tell you that they won’t disband and that you’ll be kicked out of the group. An artist with a ruined voice is useless to the company. Just wait until the last day of the tour when they announce your contract termination due to aggravated illness, and see the new member taking your place. You’ll probably never know who set you up. Hehe, how thrilling, quite entertaining.]
Jiang Nanshu was enjoying her melon seeds thoroughly when it struck her that attending the event to witness Jiang Zhou Ye’s awkward plight and timely teasing him might actually be quite delightful.
A dull life needed some spice.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhou Ye, with a pale face, forgot to respond to her remark, wounded by Jiang Nanshu’s jibe.
Was everyone in the company and team deceiving him?