Boy group: In order to survive, I have to open business

Even with such a signing, which Xia Xinglang thought was perfunctory as can be, the fans also looked moved.

Xia Xinglang couldn't help but cover his face. Only the fans were enthusiastic. How could Song Jueming be so cold? He had seen some jokes and remade videos on the Internet, saying how some idols were perfunctory in autograph sessions. When facing fans, they would only say a few words, like a robot that responded after being input with commands, saying "thank you", "really", "is that so".

I don’t know if it was Xia Xinglang’s illusion, but Song Jueming’s eyes lit up when he saw him.

Xia Xinglang took a seat and prepared what to say: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Jueming was bowing his head and signing autographs: "Thank you for coming. This is the first time I see a male fan at the scene. I'm a little surprised. You must like me very much."

Xia Xinglang immediately asked back: "Do you like me?"

Song Jueming thought for a while and said, "I am very grateful to every fan."

No need to think, just tell me I like it! What are you thinking about when you are thinking! ?

Xia Xinglang was somewhat angry: "I spent so much money to see you, but you didn't even say you liked me."

Song Jueming looked away: "I'm not an idol, so I don't need to be in business."

Xia Xinglang: "You must give me business."

Song Jueming looked at him and stopped writing: "How much money did you spend? I can refund you."

Xia Xinglang: “…………”

Song Jueming: "How much?"

Xia Xinglang wanted to grab his collar and shake him madly, but he endured it and said, "This is not about money, it's about your feelings."

Song Jueming touched his chin and said, "My feelings? I am very grateful to the fans, but it's not to the point of liking them. If I like a lot of people, it would be bad for the people I really like. I hope you can understand."

Xia Xinglang: "I won't forgive you. Have you ever thought about..."

The staff member stepped forward and said, “It’s time.”

Xia Xinglang took a deep breath, stood up and left without even asking for the album. It seemed that the task was extremely difficult.

That afternoon, Song Jueming's fans exposed him, saying that a hooded man maliciously disrupted the signing event and said some very harsh words to Song Jueming, and demanded that he apologize.

A passerby asked what inappropriate words were said. Fans said that the hooded man asked Song Jueming to say that he liked fans, but Song Jueming refused.

Many passers-by responded with speechless expressions.

Because it stands to reason that you should like your fans. Without the support of fans, there would be no singers. No matter you are a singer or an idol, you should treat your fans sincerely!

Xia Xinglang was hanged innocently, but things will not end so easily. He will keep going to autograph sessions until he teaches this guy the ways of doing business!

When Song Jueming saw him again, he was surprised: "Ah, you are here again."

Xia Xinglang: "How do you remember me?"

Song Jueming: "Because you are the only boy here."

Many fans looked at him and whispered, Song Jueming continued: "I didn't finish last time. Anyway, I want you to tell me that I like you, but I still think this is a very personal question."

Xia Xinglang: "I paid you, so you have to provide me with paid services."

Song Jueming replied as usual: "You can get a refund."

Xia Xinglang: "I don't want a refund. I want you to say that you like me and your fans. With so many people supporting you, don't you have anything else to say except thank you? Do you cherish your fans?"

Song Jueming frowned slightly: "Of course I cherish my fans, but cherishing them doesn't mean liking them."

Xia Xinglang: "Then write it down."

Song Jueming was extremely stubborn: "No."

Xia Xinglang was about to go crazy: "Aren't you a foreigner? If you say you like someone, confessing to them every day is the norm!"

Song Jueming: "...How do you know?"

The staff came out and used a cardboard to remind him that the time was up. Xia Xinglang stood up and left. He heard the sound of a stool being pulled as he stood up. There was another signing event tomorrow. If he was unsuccessful, his family fortune would be emptied.

Otherwise, he could just get all the money back tomorrow. After all, his money didn't come from the wind. The company would only give them a share of the profits at the end of the year. This was only the first year, so the money he had used to buy autograph sessions had all been from his own treasury.

the third time.

When Song Jueming saw him, his eyes lit up: "You have successfully attracted my attention."

Xia Xinglang came prepared: "How do you say I like you in English?"

Song Jueming laughed: "Haha, I won't fall for it."

Xia Xinglang: "How do you read huanxi in reverse?"

Song Jueming reacted immediately and gave him a thumbs up: "Your methods are getting more and more sophisticated!"

Xia Xinglang: "Please write a poem beginning with "I like you."

Song Jueming thought for a moment and said, "I am Song Jueming. I like to eat meat. You eat it too."

Xia Xinglang: “…”

Song Jueming: "It doesn't seem right, let's change it to four lines, I like to split it into two sentences in the middle, I like to sing, welcome."

Xia Xinglang: "Don't write me an acrostic poem!"

Song Jueming held his face and looked at him: "Any new tricks?"

Xia Xinglang: "Like it or hate it, choose one."

Song Jueming: "If I don't choose, then I won't choose."

Xia Xinglang: "Then tell me, I don't like you."

Song Jueming shook his head: "I don't dislike it. I don't hate fans."

Xia Xinglang gave up completely. It would be better not to do this mission. Let him die.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Jueming said, "Take off your mask and I'll tell you that I like you. How about that? I really want to see your face."

Xia Xinglang took desperate measures. He had to make sure that the fans queuing next to him wouldn't see him, so he covered his face with the album and slowly pulled down his mask. He observed Song Jueming's reaction and found that he and the staff behind him were all stunned.

"You are--"

Xia Xinglang made a silent gesture, but Song Jueming still hadn't responded: "Do you like me?"

The staff was also stunned. They probably didn't expect that an idol would run to another idol's autograph session, and three times at that. The two-minute time was quickly up, and the timer began to tick. Xia Xinglang pulled up his mask and said, "I should go now."

"and many more!"

Song Jueming motioned for him to move his ear closer, and Xia Xinglang did so.

“I like you,” Song Jueming said in all the languages ​​he knew, including co wa he yo in Korean, suki in Japanese and mi piaci in Italian.

I say "I like you" over and over again. Every time I say it, the system will sound a reminder, ding ding ding non-stop.

"Is that enough? Are you satisfied?" Song Jueming blew into his ear.

Xia Xinglang covered that half of his ear, always feeling that he was the one being harassed. Song Jueming winked at him, and when he walked away, he looked back and found that Song Jueming was making a heart shape with his hands to him from a distance.

Put your hands over your head and make a big heart.

Xia Xinglang pulled up his mask, met his bright and pure gaze, and also gave him a big heart in return.

"You got me!" Song Jueming shouted loudly.

Xia Xinglang's footsteps were unsteady, thinking that Song Jueming should have said "you got me", which should be translated into Chinese as "you understand me". What do you mean by "you got me"? It's really...