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Holding the VIP tickets Yan Li had given them, the three walked through the priority lane into the stadium.

Su Yuyang called Feng Ji to ask him exactly where he was, but he’d only exchanged two sentences with Feng Ji before the voice on the other end changed to a woman’s.

“Old Su, you’re here?” Yan Li seemed excited. Su Yuyang had already heard from Ling Miao that Yan Li liked Ji Linxi, so he knew exactly why Yan Li was excited.

Su Yuyang sighed in grievance: “I came, but it’s not just me who came. Feng Ji, Ling Miao and… Ji Linxi are here too.” Su Yuyang paused before saying the last name. Yan Li’s giggling came through the phone—it was her shyness at having been seen through.

“Why is Feng Ji in the dressing room?” Su Yuyang asked curiously.

Yan Li’s laughter turned crafty, but she didn’t explain.

“Yan Yan, why are you still on the phone? Prepare to go onstage,” Yang Lin called. Yan Li stuck out her tongue to indicate her dissatisfaction and Yang Lin’s expression grew dark as she walked over with a murderous expression. Yan Li hurriedly tossed the phone to Feng Ji: “You talk to him. I’m leaving.”

“Hey, why’re you in the dressing room?”

“Because I’m a worker here,” Feng Ji said helplessly as he lowered his head to the name tag hanging from his neck. “But I’ll be part of the audience once I take off this tag. Heh heh. Yan Li didn’t have an extra ticket, but I wanted to see the concert so this was the only way.”

Su Yuyang mentally praised Yan Li’s quick thinking as they got to their seats. All three of them had gotten their tickets from Yan Li, so the seats were next to each other.

“Ah, we’ve found our seats. It’s the first row in front of the stage. Come over later,” Su Yuyang reminded.

Feng Ji said, “OK,” then hung up the phone.

The three of them settled in. From left to right: Su Yuyang, Ling Miao, Ji Linxi. Ling Miao had wanted Ji Linxi to sit between him and Su Yuyang, but under Su Yuyang’s dagger-like scrutiny, Ji Linxi, fearing for his life, had chosen to sit to Ling Miao’s right. Ling Miao had hesitated and wondered whether to switch seats with the person on Ji Linxi’s right, but Su Yuyang commanded him to sit down and Ling Miao obligingly sat to Su Yuyang’s right.

Ji Linxi held the roughed-up flower in his hand, a laugh in his eyes as he watched the stage.

People poured into the stadium and the surroundings gradually grew rowdy. Ji Linxi took out his earphones and put them in his ears. Ling Miao watched Ji Linxi’s relaxed manner, took Ji Linxi’s left earbud out of his ear, and put it into his own ear. Seeing this, Su Yuyang took the bud from his own right ear and stuffed it in Ling Miao’s other ear.

Ling Miao was shocked by the sudden music. He turned and glared at Su Yuyang, who said coldly: “Don’t take it off.”

Ling Miao asked, “Why? Even though you’re my boss, you can’t force me to listen to the songs on your phone!”

Could it be? Is the person Ling Miao likes Ji Linxi? Su Yuyang abruptly raised his head and looked at Ji Linxi who was smiling. As if aware that Su Yuyang was looking at him, Ji Linxi turned his head and smiled gently at Su Yuyang. In Su Yuyang’s eyes, that smile was a challenge.

“Fuck it.” Su Yuyang grit his teeth, hands balling into fists. If Ji Linxi did anything unseemly, he’d fuck it all and give him a good beating. But Ji Linxi didn’t. He just smiled, then returned his eyes to the stage. Su Yuyang tensed and waited for Ji Linxi to cut his rationality short.