Chapter 7: Anti-fan
Chapter 7: Anti-fan
"A Breath of Fresh Air at the Internet Cafe!"
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Driving the car back onto the main road, Jiang Xiuwen turned to look at Di Qiuhe with eyes full of gossip, who was sitting shotgun, over and over again.
Di Qiuhe noticed his line of sight, and put the notebook paper that he had been clenching in his hands onto his lap without saying a word. He turned his head over to face him, with that good-looking face of his, and a murderous aura.
"Cough." Jiang Xiuwen removed his gaze, looked back towards the front, and tried to ask as casually as possible, "So who was that guy just now? You and him seemed to be really close with each other. Is he a new friend of yours?"
"He’s not." Di Qiuhe answered in a heavy voice, his hands tightening their hold on the piece of paper. Just as he thought of saying that he was just a little "pup"arazzi that didn’t know how to distinguish between good from bad, he quickly swallowed the words as they came to his mouth. He finally also tried to act as casually as possible, and responded by saying, "He’s one of my little super-fans. Last time, I gave him an autograph. In order to pay me back, he decided to give me a signature as a return gift."
Jiang Xiuwen glanced over at the piece of paper held in his hand with an odd expression on his face, "In order to show his gratitude to his idol, a super-fan gave his own signature as a return gift, and then ran away from him like he was the plague?" And even implied that this idol was a dog? Are you sure this wasn’t an anti-fan?
Di Qiuhe’s body stiffened. He turned his head away, and stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket. He adjusted the chair so he could lay down, pulled the baseball hat over to cover his face, and pretended to be dead, "I’m tired. Wake me up when it’s time to eat."
"…" It only takes five minutes to drive from here to the restaurant. I dare you to try and find a more reasonable reason to try and avoid having this conversation!
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