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Scenes from a few days ago suddenly resurfaced.

Liu Yifei's apartment on the East Fourth Ring Road.

All the main lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only the warm orange floor lamp next to the sofa on.

The dim light shone on the two of them, creating a somewhat sticky atmosphere.

Liu Yifei was wearing a beige silk loungewear set, the neckline loose and revealing her delicate collarbone.

Her hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands hanging down at her temples.

The national goddess, who is usually aloof and detached from worldly affairs, has completely let down her guard at this moment.

She rushed to Fang Yu in a few steps, grabbed his neck with both hands, and shook him violently in anger.

"Fang Yu!"

Liu Yifei gritted her teeth, her pretty face filled with frustration.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"The chorus only has four lines!"

"You're going to cram thirteen falsetto transitions into your true voice into my head!"

"Thirteen!"

She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, and her grip tightened a bit.

"Listen to this, is this even a human being could sing?"

"I recorded twenty takes in the studio today!"

"Twenty times!"

"My throat is burning, and even after drinking three bottles of water, it still doesn't feel better!"

"The way the sound engineer looked at me..."

Liu Yifei paused, a wave of grievance washing over her.

"The way she looked at me practically screamed that I was there to cause trouble!"

Fang Yu's head was tilted to the side as he was being pinched. Instead of dodging, he leaned back on the sofa and found himself in a comfortable position.

Then he started howling at the top of his lungs.

"She murdered her husband!"

"Mr. Zhang, help me!"

"Sister Wang, help me!"

"Brother Chicken, help me!"

Liu Yifei was amused by his words, but she still didn't let go of his hand.

"Go ahead and yell!"

She leaned closer to him and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This is the sixteenth floor."

"Even if you scream your lungs out today, no one will come to save you!"

He had just finished speaking.

Fang Yu suddenly stopped howling.

He curled the corners of his mouth.

The next second, he raised his hand, naturally wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her slightly—

Caught off guard, Liu Yifei threw herself into his arms.

"oops!"

She gasped and instinctively braced her hands against his chest.

The distance suddenly became shorter.

She was so close that she could hear Fang Yu's heartbeat.

You could also feel his breath on your face.

Liu Yifei's heart tightened.

Fang Yu held both her wrists with one hand, and her waist was pressed against his palm.

"you……"

She turned her face away, not daring to look at him, and her voice wasn't as harsh as before.

"Let go first, I won't argue with you anymore."

"I won't let go."

Fang Yu leaned closer, his tone incredibly rude.

"A diamond-level marksman, honest and reliable."

"Since the customer finds it difficult, then I have to provide after-sales service."

Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment.

How do you provide after-sales service?

Fang Yu looked at her and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Starting now."

"Step by step..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her lips.

"Teaching mouth-to-mouth".

"Guaranteed to teach you until you learn, absolutely no extra fees."

Liu Yifei's mind went blank for a moment.

Her face turned red from her ears to her neck.

My mind is filled with that shameless phrase, "mouth to mouth."

Before she could even open her mouth to curse, Fang Yu had already placed his other hand on her lower abdomen.

Her palms were hot, and even through the thin silk nightgown, the heat made her shiver.

Liu Yifei's body tensed up instantly, and she even paused for a moment.

What is he going to do?

Will your hand go up?

Or... downwards?

"Don't inhale."

Fang Yu's voice suddenly became serious.

"relax."

"This is the support point for making a statement."

"Let your breath sink downwards, use this spot to support my hand."

Liu Yifei was stunned.

Fang Yu looked at her with a focused gaze.

That jerk who was so rude just now has suddenly switched back to professional mode.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Sing along with me.

"Whom do you love?"

……

My thoughts returned to normal.

The tablet screen on the bedside table went dark.

Liu Yifei rubbed her still burning face and pulled the blanket over half of her face.

Even now, she still suspects that Fang Yu did it on purpose!

They deliberately gave her such a difficult song!

He rolled over.

There was still a slight smile on her lips.

It took a while before I finally fell asleep.

……

at the same time.

A university in Beijing.

The boys' dormitory was dark, and the roommates' snoring could be heard incessantly.

On the lower bunk and the upper bunk opposite it, only two cell phone screens were still lit.

One piece is Pepsi Blue.

One piece is Coca-Cola.

Zhao Yuhang took off his headphones and lay stiffly on the bed, looking as if his soul had been taken away.

He had just finished listening to Liu Yifei's song "Right Now".

A full three and a half minutes.

I didn't fast forward a single second from beginning to end.

Now he only had one thought left in his mind.

Is this really sung by Liu Yifei?

No.

Wait a minute.

Didn't the fairy sister's singing style used to be light and ethereal?

But what happened to the sound I was hearing in my headphones?

It's incredibly cool, and the switching between true and falsetto is amazing.

The high notes were so intense they made your scalp tingle.

This is too weird.

What's more terrible is——

He is a die-hard fan of Fang Yu.

But we have to admit it.

The overall quality of "Right Now" is actually on the same level as Fang Yu's "Don't Listen to Slow Songs When You're Sad".

That's outrageous.

The upper bunk opposite.

Lin Jie also took off his headphones.

The data cable dangled in mid-air, swaying gently.

He had just finished listening to Fang Yu's song, "Don't Listen to Slow Songs When You're Sad."

Two tall boys stared at each other across a two-meter-wide aisle.

It's too dark in the dorm; I can't see faces clearly.

Silence, a silence of more than ten seconds.

Zhao Yuhang swallowed hard and spoke first.

"You...have you finished listening?"

Lin Jie: "Mm."

Zhao Yuhang: "I've listened to it all too."

The dormitory is quiet again.

The air was thick with awkwardness.

There's also a point that nobody wants to admit: a sense of resignation.

Zhao Yuhang couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed a handful of hair and asked in a low voice:

"Lin Jie, let's not be biased by fan bias."

"Tell me the truth."

"How was Fang Yu's song?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

Lin Jie sighed, as if all his strength had suddenly vanished.

"...Awesome."

Zhao Yuhang closed his eyes and exhaled resignedly.

"Alright."

He muttered to himself.

"Liu Yifei's song... is really awesome."

The dormitory is silent again.

The two of them had a lot to say before midnight.

Zhao Yuhang had prepared a mocking template.

Lin Jie also prepared his counter-arguments.

What do you mean by "Fang Yu's creative talent is unmatched"?

What do you mean by "Fairy Sister became a god with her first song"?

What "Red Team Will Win"?

What do you mean "the blue team is not convinced"?

What now?

It's all stuck in my throat.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Because they all know it in their hearts.

The other party wasn't being sarcastic or being overly polite.

These two songs are truly amazing.

It's so strong that even if you're a die-hard fan of the opposing team, you can't blindly criticize them.

Zhao Yuhang couldn't stand this feeling of being stuck in the middle.

He threw off the covers and sat up shirtless.

The bed creaked.

"Then you tell me."

He lowered his voice.

"Who really lost this time?"

Lin Jie didn't say anything.

In the darkness, the phone screen lit up again.

He opened the Tencent Music app and showed the interface to Zhao Yuhang.

The tone was incredibly complex.

"Don't say anything more."

"Arguing at this time is useless."

"Let's look at the leaderboard."