My daily life is getting weird because I am caught between being in a band and being an idol.

"You're saying this to me as soon as you come out? That's really going too far!"

Chaoyang responded helplessly, picked up his change of clothes, and turned to go into the bathroom. He was already covered in sweat, and the air conditioning made him even more uncomfortable. At the same time, he also had some urgent "physiological problems" to deal with.

"This guy... he's such a troublemaker."

He murmured to himself and closed the bathroom door.

As Chaoyang pushed open the bathroom door, a wave of warmth washed over him. The air was filled with humid steam and a faint, pleasant fragrance. His gaze fell upon the bathtub, which was filled with hot water, with a few bubbles floating on the surface—remnants of a bath.

"..."

Chaoyang was speechless for a moment, standing there staring at the basin of water. He slowly walked to the bathtub, bent down, and reached out to pull out the plug.

However, he stopped as soon as his hand touched the water. The warm sensation spread through his palm, causing him to instinctively pull his fingers back.

She's already used so much water... Wouldn't it be a waste of water if she didn't use it?

Chaoyang straightened up, his brows furrowed slightly, and he struggled briefly.

Hmm... Saving water is very important. It's an environmentally friendly act!

Once again convincing himself to be calm, Chaoyang quickly grabbed the showerhead and gave himself a quick rinse. The hot water washed over his skin as he rapidly washed his hair and cleaned his body, trying to make himself as thoroughly clean as possible.

"That's fine..."

He muttered to himself, his gaze falling once more on the clear water in the bathtub. After washing himself, he stepped into the tub, slowly sat down, and felt the warm water envelop his body, a soothing sensation washing over him, causing him to let out a long sigh.

"call......"

The water temperature was just right, and her body gradually relaxed. But at the same time, Chaoyang felt a faint, delicate fragrance waft into her nostrils. The fragrance was subtle, yet it carried a sweetness and gentleness unique to young girls.

Chaoyang closed his eyes, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and tried to calm himself down. However, the fragrance seemed to have a magical power that lingered, causing his thoughts to drift away unconsciously.

In typical Japanese households, bathing is done in the same way... A basin of hot water is prepared beforehand, and the family takes turns bathing. This isn't unusual, hmm... It's just...

As he thought about this, a pang of guilt welled up in his heart again.

Even though we're not family... is this really okay?

Guilt spread through him, but at the same time, this contradictory emotion also gave him a vague sense of pleasure.

Seriously... what am I thinking...?

Chaoyang took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate. The warmth of the water gradually relaxed his muscles, so he simply raised his head and stared at the ceiling, trying to banish those inappropriate thoughts.

"..."

After a while.

"Phew~ That feels so much better~~"

. .

"Snapped"

The bathroom door opened, and the morning sun emerged, looking refreshed and as if reborn.

"Ah... Producer, the whole atmosphere has changed."

"It's like this after taking a shower."

"Did I use the bathwater? I added a nice-smelling bath salt, it's my favorite scent."

"...It's been used."

Chaoyang closed his eyes and honestly admitted it.

"That's good. I hope it can be of help to the producer."

Chapter 171 You Don't Need to Endure It in Front of Me (S Ze Guang)

"...Producer, why are you blushing...?"

S Zeguang stared innocently at the rising sun, his eyes brimming with an irresistible curiosity.

"After all, it's a little embarrassing to talk about these things..."

Chaoyang coughed softly to cover his embarrassment. He walked to the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and placed them on the kitchen counter.

S Zeguang rested his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"...I don't mind..."

"This is not a question of whether I mind or not."

Chaoyang shook his head and changed the subject.

"It's getting late, and the dough has risen enough. Did your teacher give you pre-rolled dough, or did you roll it out yourselves?"

"I don't know..."

S Zeguang responded softly, his tone revealing laziness and nonchalance.

"Ha... You should be more concerned about this. Maybe you'll need it when you're recording a cooking show as an idol in the future."

Chaoyang rubbed his temples and said to himself.

"Hmm... Speaking of which, next time we could have D-Ji start a YouTube food channel. As for you, you could start a channel that teaches people science; I'm sure a lot of college students would enjoy listening to that."

"...I don't want to rely on that kind of talent to be an idol."

S Zeguang's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

Chaoyang shrugged and said:

"Is that so? These days, idols have to provide fans with all sorts of emotional value, making them feel like they're idolizing something unique. For example, D-Season is a well-rounded individual, and fans can praise her for whatever they want. But since you're not willing to do that, then forget it. Anyway, you're not becoming an idol to succeed, right?"

As he spoke, Chaoyang began to unpack the vegetables and seasonings. After preparing the tools and materials, he waved to S Zeguang.

"Alright, let's get started cooking."

Chaoyang took the risen dough out and placed it on the counter, then began to demonstrate the kneading motion. He rolled the dough into a long strip and skillfully cut it into small pieces.

"Guang, watch carefully. First, cut the dough into small pieces, then..."

He gently flattened the cut dough pieces, then picked up a rolling pin and patiently began rolling out the dough.

"Don't use too much force when rolling it out. Be gentle and adjust the direction as you roll. Take your time."

After demonstrating two rolls, he handed the rolling pin to S Zeguang so she could try it herself.

"Ah...it's broken again..."

S Zeguang looked at the torn dough he had rolled out and sighed helplessly.

"...Producer...teach me..."

Chaoyang reluctantly took the rolling pin and demonstrated again, but S Zeguang still couldn't grasp the knack. In the end, Chaoyang could only stand behind her, hold her hands, and patiently guide her.

"The production team is so kind..."

S Zeguang said in a low voice, a faint smile on his face.

"...Can you concentrate for a second...?"

Chaoyang scolded her, but her ears gradually turned red.

The dough was finally rolled out, and the next step was to make the filling. After accurately weighing the seasonings with an electronic scale, I mixed them according to the Japanese recipe I found online, and this step went very smoothly.

However, just as Chaoyang turned to get a drink of water, he heard a slight scraping sound behind him. He quickly turned around and saw S Zeguang holding a kitchen knife, having actually cut his own finger and dripping the blood into the prepared filling.

"You idiot!? What are you doing!?"

Startled, Chaoyang rushed over, grabbed her finger and pressed it against the wound, while hurriedly grabbing a tissue to stop the bleeding with his other hand.

S Zeguang smiled innocently and said:

"Hehehe... I want a part of me to be inside the producer's body."

"That's disgusting!!!"

Chaoyang was on the verge of collapse and hurriedly said:

"If you keep doing this, I won't dare eat anything you give me from now on! Luckily, I bought extra ingredients, so this whole pot was thrown away!"

What if she puts something in the chocolates she gives me for Valentine's Day...? Never mind, I don't even want to think about it.

He took a box of bandages from his shopping bag and patiently bandaged her wound. His movements were extremely gentle, but his tone was very serious:

"Don't do that again, do you hear me?"

S Zeguang, however, did not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he said softly:

"The finger has become valuable after being cut open... hehehe."

Chaoyang helplessly covered his forehead and sighed.

"If you keep acting like this, I'm really going to get angry."

Fortunately, Chaoyang was still in a state of sage mode at that moment, and managed to suppress his evil thoughts and not think about it any further.

Chaoyang stared at the bowl of minced meat, his gaze lingering on it for a few seconds with a complex expression.

S Zeguang's blood had mixed into the minced meat. Although nothing seemed outwardly different, that drop of scarlet blood lingered in his mind.

"It's okay if you want to throw it away~"

S Zeguang stood behind the rising sun, covering his cheeks with his hands, his tone tinged with a hint of excitement and mischievousness.

"It's not so bad to be disliked by the producer."

"Ha, don't do that again tomorrow... First of all, it's unhygienic."

Chaoyang sighed, rubbed his forehead, then picked up a piece of dough, wrapped a spoonful of filling inside, and moved quickly and skillfully.

Forget it, it's just a girl's blood. If I dwell on it, I won't get through the night.

"Come here, stand in front of me."

He pulled S Zeguang in front of him, took her hands in his, and guided her to learn how to wrap meat buns.

The two stood very close, one in front of the other. S Zeguang's back was almost completely pressed against Chaoyang's chest. When they paused for a moment, she could clearly feel the rise and fall of his breath.

"The producer's movements are so gentle..."

S Zeguang said softly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Don't be distracted, just focus."

Chaoyang lowered his voice slightly, but he himself could not fully concentrate. He could hear S Zeguang's soft voice in his ear and feel her warm touch under his hand.

I don't know how much time passed, but we finally finished using up the dough and filling.

Chaoyang placed the wrapped **one by one into the steamer and started steaming.

"...It's getting late. Shall we continue with the tasting? Or should I just take you home?"

He asked while tidying up the table.

S Zeguang shook his head, a hint of expectation in his eyes:

"I want to taste the success I've worked so hard to achieve with the producer... and I also want to see you personally taste the dishes made with my blood."

"Are you going to sleep in this short-term rental apartment tonight?"

S Zeguang nodded, his tone gentle.

"Um... I'm fine."

"Okay, I'll head back after I finish eating."

Chaoyang answered decisively and was about to sit down when he heard S Zeguang speak softly.

"The producer...together..."

Chaoyang was taken aback, his gaze shifted elsewhere, and he managed a weak smile.

"You really trust me. I took advantage of you quite a bit just now, you know that?"

S Zeguang raised his head, looked at his profile, and his eyes flashed with a kind of firm light.

"...Producer...You don't have to hold back in front of me."

After saying that, she sat directly on Chaoyang's lap, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her head against his chest, and quietly felt his heartbeat.

Chaoyang remained silent, letting her lean against him. After a long while, feeling his composure gradually fading, he took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Hiroshi, to be honest, you're just entertainment for me."