Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

50.

Fang Zhixing boarded the plane to a foreign country alone. When he left, he only brought a few changes of clothes and the 1000 yuan that his grandmother gave him.

His uncle sent him to the airport, and the expression of relief when they parted remained in Fang Zhixing's dreams for a long time afterwards.

On that day, Fang Zhixing stared at the white clouds floating outside the window at an altitude of [-] meters, and waved quietly to the country that was drifting away. He vowed that one day he would return to his hometown with glory.

The life of a trainee is undoubtedly full of stress and sweat.

When he first arrived in South Korea, he was unable to speak the language. At first, both life and study and daily communication were very difficult. He felt dizzy in language class, and he mostly relied on gestures in practice.Later, he gradually became able to understand and speak a little bit, and he met many people who dreamed of becoming famous like him.

GPO trainees are lucky enough to make their debut in half a year to a year, and there are also those who have survived for four or five years without making it to the top, and are unable to leave because of the contract.

Fang Zhixing didn't want to do the latter, so he could only practice desperately. He brought the Chinese people's hard-working spirit to the extreme. He was the first one to come every day and the last one to leave. He lived his days regardless of day and night, eager to get a chance .

His luck was undoubtedly good, when the debut notice hit Fang Zhixing's head, he was overwhelmed with great joy.

That was his sixth month as a trainee, and he naively thought that he was one of the lucky few.

But when he was taken to the meeting room to sign the contract, Fang Zhixing realized that there is no such good thing in the world.

His Korean language is not very good, limited to speaking, he has only a half-knowledge of the words on the contract, and he looked at it for more than an hour that day, pointing to one of the entries and asking: "What does private service mean? "

Later, the other party hinted to him that the private service is to provide entertainment for the company's top management, including but not limited to, singing, dancing, drinking, and sleeping.

At that time, Fang Zhixing was not yet 19 years old, and he didn't even understand his own orientation. He asked people stupidly, what does it mean to sleep?

The other party smiled, and said in a vague way, what else could it mean, it was what you thought.

Only then did Fang Zhixing realize why someone in the company couldn't make his debut for five years. It wasn't because he didn't have a chance, but because he didn't want to sleep with him.

He tore up the contract on the spot and left the meeting angrily.

The other party was still calling him behind his back: "You think about it, after rejecting this opportunity, you may not have a bright future."

If you want to exchange your body for a bright future, this glory is too dirty.

Fang Zhixing fell into unprecedented depression. The company's secret transactions made him sick, and the filth of the Korean entertainment industry made him even more unexpected.He slept in the dormitory for three days, packed his bags and planned to return to China, then he took his contract to the company to discuss the termination of the contract, but the other party still just smiled and told him that he couldn't afford the liquidated damages.

Only then did Fang Zhixing know that he had been cheated. This place was not a star-making factory at all, but a base that provided erotic/erotic services for high-level executives looking for young and good-looking boys.

The inexperienced young man was very angry, and scolded him mixed with Chinese and Korean.

This kind of behavior undoubtedly pissed people off, and the other party didn't care about Fang Zhixing's anger, only that his red eyes were very attractive when he was angry.

The other party has been in a high position for a long time and is used to doing whatever he wants, so he immediately pressed Fang Zhixing, pressing him on the desk to want to be frivolous.

Fang Zhixing never thought that he, a man, would be taken advantage of by others, so he became furious, and the two started fighting in the office.

Kim Yoo Hee came at this time.

When he pushed the door and entered, Fang Zhixing was punched in the temple, his whole body was covered, his clothes were deformed during the pulling, and hung loosely on his body.

But when he saw Kim Yoo Hee, his first reaction was not to think that he was saved, but that he was going to be in bad luck. This person must be one of them.

At that time, President Kim had just passed forty, which was the age of exuding charm.Looking at the mess in the room, he went up and slapped the man in the face twice, and said coldly, "What kind of place is this place?"

Then he took off his expensive suit and wrapped Fang Zhixing around him, and picked him up from the ground.

Fang Zhixing thought that he was in the mouth of a tiger, but he was dizzy and couldn't see clearly, and he was still struggling subconsciously.

Kim Yoo Hee held him down and told him gently: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

When Fang Zhixing woke up again, he found himself in the hospital. His muscles and bones were strained in that fight. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that something was wrong with him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Kim Yoo Hee sitting beside him.

Kim Yoo-hee looked up from the file, met Zhixing's confused and wary eyes when he first woke up, and smiled at him friendly: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Later, Kim Yoo-hee told him that Fang Zhixing's company was only affiliated with GPO, and had been providing pornographic services for South Korean government/commercial business. Go investigate this company.

He explained a lot to Fang Zhixing, talked about his identity, explained the relationship between the two companies and the follow-up issues, and apologized very sincerely to Fang Zhixing.In the end, he also said that if Fang Zhixing wanted to return to China, his liquidated damages could be waived, and he could buy a return ticket for him as compensation.

A few years later, Fang Zhixing leaned in Zhong Siyuan's arms, talking about this past without any disturbance.

Zhong Siyuan kept pinching his fingers, passing his body temperature to him, and when he occasionally paused, he answered an innocuous sentence to show that he was listening carefully.

Fang Zhixing said: "He brought all the trainees from the original company to the GPO headquarters, arranged new courses and teachers for us, and allocated new dormitories. From top to bottom, everything is more professional than before."

"Did you see him alone afterwards?"

"No, I haven't seen him alone until my debut."

Because of this, Fang Zhixing trusted Kim Yoo Hee even more.

Those trainees who were hidden because of refusing the unspoken rules got opportunities to debut one after another. The atmosphere in the GPO headquarters is very good, and everyone encourages each other. Even if the training is hard and tiring, there are people around to cheer.Fang Zhixing had a happy life for a year and a half. Occasionally he met Kim Yoo Hee at the company, and he would be very happy to say hello to him, and Kim Yoo Hee always responded kindly to him.

He has expressed his love and respect for Kim Yoo Hee with different people on various occasions. He thought that he had met a very good man, who not only saved him from suffering, but also gave him hope for the future, even if he was with Zhong Siyuan After that, he did not stop this almost blind worship.Regarding that insult, he didn't mention a single word, but he always said to Zhong Siyuan: "President Jin is a very nice person! Meeting such a boss must have accumulated virtue in a previous life."

Later, whenever Fang Zhixing remembered what he had said, he wanted to slap himself severely.

After a year and a half of training at the GPO headquarters, Fang Zhixing officially debuted as a group.

On the night of his debut, he also sent a text message to Kim Yoo Hee. The number was stored more than a year ago and he has never contacted him. However, he edited a small essay of a few thousand words to express his gratitude that day.

Zhong Siyuan hugged Fang Zhixing's lap, and rubbed his earlobe affectionately: "And then."

"Then……"

Fang Zhixing's calm mood changed here.

He put the hand that was still warm after covering it for a long time into Zhong Siyuan's palm, and Zhong Siyuan wrapped him up immediately.

Then, one year after his debut, it was also a coincidence that Kim Yoo Hee asked to see him for the first time, and Zhong Siyuan just returned to the United States due to visa issues.

The night before yesterday, Kim Yoo-hee called Fang Zhixing and asked him for a favor in embarrassment. He said that he was going to entertain a few distinguished guests at the hotel, but the dancer he had previously agreed to was temporarily unable to come, so he asked Fang Zhixing if he could Empty, just come and dance.

Of course Fang Zhixing is willing to help, he is able to have today thanks to Kim Yoo Hee, he is the one who should repay, so he readily agreed.

Kim Yoo-hee also said that this banquet is relatively private, and I hope he will not tell this matter.

Fang Zhixing didn't think about it, but agreed.

The next afternoon, the sun was fine, so Fang Zhixing went to the hotel alone, humming a song.

Kim Yoo Hee's assistant prepared the clothes for him, and said to him: "Today, several of the guests like Chinese folk dance very much. I heard that you also did this in elementary school, so we specially prepared Chinese costumes."

Fang Zhixing's eyes lit up when he got the clothes. He had been in Korea for several years and hadn't returned home, but whenever he saw something that had something to do with China, he would be very happy.

That night, Fang Zhixing put on a long sleeved gown and danced in the banquet hall.

He was in a good mood, jumping very devotedly, with a bent waist, bright eyes, and innocent temptation in his frowns.

He also thought of Zhong Siyuan, who left his hometown when he was young, and his national flavor faded away. He wanted to dance all the dances of 56 ethnic groups for Zhong Siyuan, to nurture him with ethnic culture, and to bring him back home when he became famous. home, to introduce his boyfriend to his deceased parents.

Fang Zhixing buried his head in Zhong Siyuan's neck, closed his eyes, breathing unsteadily: "I did three dances that night... After the dance, Kim Yoo Hee asked me to sit down and rest, and his assistant poured me a glass of water. "

Not long after drinking the glass of water, Fang Zhixing started to feel sleepy. He yawned a dozen times at the dinner table, couldn't sit still, and offered to change clothes and go back to the dormitory.

Kim Yoo Hee nodded in agreement.

Fang Zhixing returned to the hotel room, just as he unbuttoned the belt of the gown, his legs and feet suddenly went limp.

He fell to the ground, his thoughts gradually withdrawn, and he realized that something seemed to be slipping in a bad direction, but he was powerless to resist.

Zhong Siyuan closed his eyes suddenly, his depressed soul trembled, he could only hug Fang Zhixing harder, trying to rub him into his body.

The truth he had always wanted to pursue was finally in front of him, but when the truth was unfolded in front of his eyes, he suddenly found that he didn't have the courage to listen any more.

Fang Zhixing vaguely felt that someone was kissing him, and a hand passed over the folded skirts and walked over the body without hindrance.

He panicked and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The man's smell of wine penetrated into his nostrils, his hot lips lingered from the corners of his mouth to the side of his neck, and kissed all the way down his open chest.

Fang Zhixing's consciousness suddenly became clear, he exclaimed, and suddenly raised his hand.

The terrified voice and futile struggle undoubtedly became the best aphrodisiac.

Fang Zhixing's hand was pressed on the pillow, and the man kissed his exposed wrist, bit him lightly, then grabbed one side of his ear, and called him softly: "Qingqing."

The pores all over Fang Zhixing's body suddenly opened, and he trembled uncontrollably, seeing that the person pressing on him was Kim Yoo Hee, whom he regarded as his benefactor.

Kim Yoo Hee caressed his skin with a generous palm, and asked with a smile, "Why are you in a cold war?"

Fang Zhixing didn't care to think about the cause and effect, he was drugged, his strength was not as good as usual, and he kept twisting his body to resist Kim Yoo Hee's touch: "Let go, let go..."

Kim Yoo Hee grabbed Fang Zhixing's hand: "Qingqing is scared?"

"Don't touch me!"

In close contact, Fang Zhixing clearly felt the changes in Kim Yoo Hee's body. He wanted to scold someone, shut him up, and don't call him by his nickname. This is what Zhong Siyuan can call, and he only touches him.

Kim Yoo Hee leaned over to kiss his face, grabbed his chin and forced him to open his mouth, entangled his lips and tongue, stirring the softness of his mouth: "It tastes so good, Qingqing, has your little boyfriend kissed you before?"

His hand stretched down slowly: "Has he touched your place?"

Kim Yoo Hee grabbed him.

Fang Zhixing went crazy, and his whole body began to wriggle even more violently, swearing constantly: "Fuck/Your mother, get the hell out of here!"

Kim Yoo Hee held him down, and a smile appeared on his calm and gentle face: "Do you know how long I've been thinking about you? I put you by my side not to let you fall in love under my nose."

He started to move slowly, and said, "At first I wanted to take my time, but today you are so beautiful, I can't help it."

Fang Zhixing felt sick and wanted to vomit.

His perception and senses were very dull, but the accumulation of physiological disgust in his stomach made him want to vomit. In a panic, he bit the tip of his tongue regardless of severity. Due to the effect of the drug, his perception of pain was very Shallow, so bite extra hard and stay awake this way.

He looked at the bedside table and saw a vase on it.

The pain in the mouth slowly spread, and the blunted perception recovered slightly.

Kim Yoo-hee was dissatisfied with Fang Zhixing's resistance, and pulled out his tie to tie his hands: "You are too bad."

The disparity in strength, if tied up, there is no escape.Fang Zhixing straightened his upper body abruptly, and hit Kim Yoo Hee's cheekbones hard with his forehead.

The grasped hand finally let go. Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact, it didn't even take ten seconds before Fang Zhixing touched the mouth of the vase.

With all his strength, he smashed the vase on Kim Yoo Hee's head with all his might.

The vase shattered.

In severe pain, Kim Yoo Hee let him go and rolled aside.

Fang Zhixing took a breath, and mercilessly plunged the shards of glass into his thigh.

The blood came out quickly, and the pain made him withdraw from the powerlessness. He stumbled out of the bed amidst Kim Yoo Hee's frightened and angry voice, grabbed his pants and got up, and stabbed himself again.

Then he opened the door and ran out.

There were footsteps and voices behind him, someone calling his name.

Fang Zhixing didn't care about anything else, he couldn't hear or see clearly, it was all due to his desire not to be caught.

There was a hot wind blowing on a summer night, and he didn't know where he ran. The last impression he had was a sharp sound of brakes.

He was thrown high like a rag doll, and the weightlessness made him completely dizzy. Before he lost consciousness, his vision was full of blood.

Zhong Siyuan covered Fang Zhixing's mouth.

His palms were stained with sweat, and his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

Zhong Siyuan was forcibly torn apart by a memory, every breath of air was mixed with fine pain, countless images slipped away from his mind, turned into sharp blades, tearing his heart and lungs, leaving his body bruised.

He finally understood, understood Fang Zhixing's silence.

He hooked Fang Zhixing's legs and stood up, his vision was dark for two seconds, then he stabilized his steps and walked into the room with him in his arms.

The curtains in the room were still drawn, and it was dark for no reason in the blue sky and daylight.

Zhong Siyuan put Fang Zhixing on the bed, took off his heavy down jacket, and pressed his whole body on it.

He kissed Fang Zhixing, kissed his mouth, kissed the tip of his nose, kissed his eyes that dared not open as if he was running away, and licked his overflowing tears.

Tears should be salty, but Zhong Siyuan tasted it bitterly.

He sucked Fang Zhixing's lips until they turned red, and then bit his fragile neck, leaving marks on his collarbone.

Fang Zhixing surrendered into his arms, opened his body without defense, put his arms around Zhong Siyuan's neck, and pulled his shirt.

They hugged and kissed passionately, erasing the traces of the other person in this way.

Zhong Siyuan wants to make Fang Zhixing happy, and he can only think of himself when he wants to do this.

Fang Zhixing panted lightly, his eyes were flushed with water, and then asked him eagerly.

All of Zhong Siyuan's rationality collapsed at this moment.

Fang Zhixing whimpered, squeezing a smile out of the pain.

He finally got his wish, the haze in his heart dissipated little by little with Zhong Siyuan's movements, his eyes lit up again, and he said intermittently: "Brother Yuan, Yuan..."

Zhong Siyuan looked at him.

Fang Zhixing said: "In the past five years... when I think of you..."

He pressed Zhong Siyuan down, bit his ear and uttered two hot words.

Zhong Siyuan's eyes darkened.

Fang Zhixing couldn't say another word.

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