At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"Correct."

"Therefore! For the sake of long-term development, no one should bring their boyfriends to rehearsals, and absolutely no one should show off their boyfriends in front of their teammates. This will put psychological pressure on everyone and have a serious negative impact! What do you think!"

Yuan Xiao spoke righteously and assertively, displaying the aura of a team leader, and imposed restrictions.

Little did they know, their every move had already tacitly approved of their grand strategy.

—He never considered the lion or tiger his master.

Changes can't keep up with plans.

An Qing, upon hearing this, naturally had no objections:

"Okay, I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off my relationship, so don't worry about that. I have my life, and you have yours. We just rehearse together, go on stage together, or do commercial performances when necessary, that's all."

To be honest, I agreed to form a new team with Yuan Xiao only because I didn't want to expose my past at home; it was something I had to do.

Otherwise, An Qing would never have been willing to associate with this flawed little girl who was involved in gambling, prostitution, and other vices.

Although I've changed my identity and erased all traces of my online social media activity, I'm still worried that he might see through my disguise and find out at any moment while I'm at home...

[Besides, a band or something... he's so professional, if he brings one and Yuan Xiao sees it, that kid's probably like a hungry cat pouncing on him, devouring Cheche in one gulp. Hmm.]

An Qing's conjecture was cautious. She judged that Yuan Xiao would be attracted to Su Che and have a predatory impulse to take him away. It would be better to follow the "team rules," avoid suspicion, and keep the handsome guy hidden away.

The idea certainly has some merit.

Unfortunately…

Yuan Xiao thought the same way.

【Ah Qing is definitely a love-struck girl, and absolutely the kind of cat-like woman who is extremely clingy and dependent on her partner! Absolutely!】

If I were to expose my good teacher to her, who knows if she'd change her mind, dump her ex-boyfriend, and come running after A-Che from me?

【what? 】

Yuan Xiao sneered, feeling that his prediction was 100% accurate and his scheme was indeed flawless.

As long as we keep to ourselves, that's fine.

She formally stated:

"In that case, let's first establish the basic rules for the team. I'll record now, and you record too—"

From now on, no matter who comes—the third or fourth person—they must all follow our initial team rules. No one is allowed to bring men to rehearsals or performances, and no one can mention their men in front of their teammates. You can sleep with your boyfriend at home however you want, I can't interfere; and whatever I do with my man, you have no right to comment. An Qing, what do you think? Is that fair enough?

……

……

Chapter 54 Ari the Flower Room

A peaceful day passed amidst undercurrents.

During his lunch break, Su Che made a special trip back to his dorm room.

He grabbed Lao Zhang by the collar and questioned him about Senior Yu Xi.

"Haha, buddy, don't get excited. Seriously, you look like a grenade about to explode. Let go first, beating up your roommate will get you kicked out of the dorm by the counselor, I'm telling you."

Zhang Cong was cornered against the computer desk, and despite the impending crisis, he remained cheerful and showed no remorse.

“Fine, I’ll expel you then. I wasn’t living on campus anyway.”

Su Che pressed him down into his seat and began to chant:

"I was puzzled when you sold me out before. I thought you just wanted to have dinner with me and had no other choice. But now look what's happened. You've made me add a bunch of useless friends, and they even paid for it. They're just causing me trouble. Now that I've refunded them all, I'm in an awkward situation. So, do I delete these people or not?"

"Hey, hey, don't rush, don't rush. Let me tell you, if I don't do it this way, they'll have no idea how valuable you are. Once they add you, they'll think it's free and won't appreciate it."

The pigeons are raising the bar for you, letting those swarms of admirers know that not everyone can get close, you understand?

Old Zhang solemnly explained his thought process.

However, Su Che shook his head, having his own social logic:

"If you don't add it, you won't get involved."

By avoiding overlap, there will be far fewer entanglements in our lives.

"Hey, don't be so withdrawn, buddy. Let me tell you, you have no idea how many people have come to visit our dorm since last night."

Zhang Cong sighed and pounded his chest, "The president of the music club next door, the guys in the external relations department, the people in the student union secretariat, and even the girls in the seven-schools friendship group are all asking for your contact information."

The fans have already used Yu Xuejie's designated teammates as a shield, filtering out many people who are just there for the fun. You should thank them.

"Huh? I'm just going up on stage to play the piano, is it really that big of a deal?"

Su Che frowned, feeling that Lao Zhang was exaggerating again.

"Oh, whether it's true or not, just look around when you walk down the street these days, and you'll know. Come on, come on, there's no time like the present, let's treat you to a meal with those 70. Elbow."

"..."

This time, Su Che did not refuse.

I spent a precious half hour with my roommate Lao Zhang, a rare trip outside of school, and chose a seafood buffet restaurant.

Old Zhang was clearly not short of money. Although he was dressed in cheap, girly clothes that cost only a few dozen yuan, he was quite particular about food.

They said it would cost 70, but in reality, the minimum was 648, and they asked at least three times if I needed to add more.

Seeing his enthusiasm, which didn't seem feigned, Su Che didn't dwell on what had already happened, but simply reminded him:

"Never put me in the spotlight again. I dislike showing off in front of others because you only realize your own insignificance the deeper you go into any field. I know my own limitations, do you understand?"

Hearing this argument, Zhang Cong, sitting in the dining area, was slightly taken aback. Looking at his roommate, who always had a gloomy expression, he couldn't help but sigh and asked in bewilderment:

"Don't you think that people can only evolve to the highest level through continuous efforts and knowledge iteration? Why must you suppress yourself?"

If many years have passed and you've truly reached the pinnacle, looking back at your past self, won't you feel regret? No remorse?

He paused, then added, "Besides, with your personality, even if things really got to that point, you wouldn't consider yourself the most perfect person."

Upon hearing this, Su Che's expression hardened slightly.

Looking at the perfectly cooked crab legs on the plate in front of me, I focused my gaze on the spiky shell.

I knew in my heart that my roommate's words were not a joke.

But I have a very introverted personality.

After being exposed to the sun for so long last night, it's like a bat being roasted in the sun; it's a miracle it didn't die.

If An Qing hadn't stayed by my side all night to heal me, I might still not have recovered.

Su Che attributed all the relief he felt to An Qing.

because,

There was no one else around.

"Old Zhang, you have your reasons, and I have my own lifestyle. It's best not to use conventional thinking to judge an unconventional person."

He stopped there.

But surprisingly, he did not deny Zhang Cong's idea.

He simply shook his head, his expression somber, and continued eating.

Zhang Cong looked at his roommate's face, which was almost hidden from view, and the allure that emanated from him.

I looked around.

Looking at the gazes of the group of girlfriends at the table not far behind him, who were occasionally glancing their way,

Speechless—

[Damn it, it couldn't possibly be me watching, but I can't tell my buddies. What a twisted guy, he's just bullying honest people.]

……

-

Before school ends.

I received an audio message from An Qing.

It is in WAV format.

This often represents an unedited version recorded within the music production host and exported.

Su Che's expression brightened; he knew she was practicing singing at home.

The title is "[Voice Imitation Audition]".

He also added a message:

"Cheche, I tried singing several songs using the style of that songstress you shared with me. This is my recording; listen to it and see if it's up to par..."

"Oh, so the preliminary inspection is already underway?"

"They're quite hardworking."

Su Che stopped in front of KFD, took out his earphones from his bag, and prepared to experience it.

A few days ago, I did give An Qing some homework, and when she asked me, I recommended a few singers that I admired to her.

But one thing is...

I didn't ask her to "imitate" anyone; I was just making a recommendation.

The situation at that time is still vaguely clear in my mind—

An Qing: "Of all these songstresses, which one is Cheche's favorite?"

"My favorite? They're all pretty good, they're all amazing."

"If I really have to say something?"

The girl was very persistent about it.

"Uh... then let's go with this one."

I remember I was a singer named "Hanafusa Ari". When asked why, I replied that "it sounds like a voice I heard up close when I was a child, and I can't forget it, so I like it a lot".