Chapter 05
So, Fang Ying wakes up the next morning with a hangover and immediately discovers he’s trending on the hot search.
Not for “Fang Ying Feng Yue Dao” (his new drama) or “Xu Qiuluo & Fang Ying,” but something entirely ridiculous: “Fang Ying Goes Drunk Wild.”
He stares at the trending list’s No. 3 spot in stunned silence.
Seriously—what kind of big-time fresh idol star gets famous overnight for “going drunk wild”?!
Who the hell wrote that?! That three-word phrase is murder on his dignity!
“Fang Ying Drunk” would’ve sounded so much classier! Why the hell couldn’t they just go with that?!
Half-frustrated, half-bewildered, Fang slams his finger on the trending topic, and then—in no exaggeration—three seconds later, all his rage and despair vanish in a puff of smoke.
He can only slowly raise his hand and cover his face.
Too embarrassing.
Seriously, the most embarrassing moment ever.
What got him on the hot search? None other than Xu Qiuluo posting a late-night photo.
Xu Qiuluo (V verified): “Met up for crayfish tonight, but Fang Ying got drunk and totally lost it—crying, yelling about being on vacation in Hawaii and refusing to come back. Hahaha!!!”
The photo showed a half-hidden Fang Ying, clinging tightly like a koala on Xu’s left arm, his face flushed red with drunkenness and brows furrowed.
Behind them stood Fang’s manager, arms crossed, wrapped in Fang’s jacket, with a face that screamed: “I’m done with this star, whoever wants him can take him!”
The timing? Perfect. A few hours later came the official announcement about their new drama Feng Yue Dao.
The combo of “Fang Ying drunk wild” and “Fang Ying & Xu Qiuluo team up again” grabbed massive attention.
Under Xu’s post, the comments exploded with endless “233333333333” (internet laugh-cry spam in Chinese).
People were cracking up:
“LOL—literally burst out laughing as soon as I saw this!!”
“Our little Ying is too cute!! Wanna hug, kiss, and lift him up!!”
“We feel the helplessness of Xu and the manager through the screen, haha!”
“What the hell is this ‘Hawaii’?? Is that Fang’s excuse for taking off his jacket in the middle of the night??”
Even Xu Zong chimed in with a remark: “Anyone who knows Fang Ying knows he's a total lightweight.”
Three Kill had ended, but its popularity still lingered. The official drama Weibo reposted Xu’s photo:
“Brother Zhang Ye, please stop bullying our little follower! Even the #ThreeKill fans can’t watch anymore ( ‧̥́ ˍ ‧̀ू )”
Xu Qiuluo played cop Zhang Ye, and Fang Ying was his rookie apprentice—the lovable little sidekick at first, though Fang’s character later turned darker. But most fans still called him “little follower.”
The official repost comments? Completely derailed by shouting LuoYing fangirls:
“F**k!!! I legit fainted!!! Running to spread the gospel!!!”
“Respectful aftersales service from 8012!!!”
“LuoYing, mama's crying—does this kind of love even exist in real life??”
The once-overwhelming LuoZong fandom got totally crushed by this new explosive LuoYing wave. Overnight, Fang’s secret account homepage looked like New Year’s Eve fireworks in Beijing.
Big Cucumber hadn’t updated her fanfic for three days; her Weibo profile said “unhappy,” and her latest fic was stuck on the Xu Zong cliff-jump chapter.
Fang Ying itched to know: Did Brother Zong really die? Was Brother Luo devastated?
But every time Fang thought about being the reason she stopped writing, he wanted to bury his tail and be a dog forever.
Sighing, he privately messaged Big Cucumber: “Madam, wanna roast Fang White Lotus together?”
She popped online instantly and read it: “Hmm?”
Fang: “I’ll join your rant.”
Big Cucumber’s reply?
“........”
After several minutes of silence, Fang made a cuppa honey water and relaxed back on the sofa.
She finally answered with a long string of “aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.”
Under those complex sighs and cries, Fang caught her real message: “What to do... Huai Huai, I think I’m such a trash—sob sob sob...”
Fang: ?????
She sent a crying emoji: “Yesterday I pulled an all-nighter watching seven fan videos and three interviews about him. Damn, I actually found him kinda cute... What do I dooooooo? I’m such a stupid idiot!”
Fang: “Who??”
Big Cucumber fell silent again.
Meanwhile, Fang’s phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Xu Qiuluo: “Awake yet? Does your head hurt?”
Fang’s grin nearly split his face wide open—getting a warm morning check-in from his idol after a hangover! What did he do to deserve this?!
Suddenly, his headache vanished.
He replied genuinely: “No pain Σ(▽ )”
Xu Qiuluo: “Good to hear. You seem pretty happy. Saw the Weibo?”
Ignoring it would’ve been easier...
But nope, Fang’s head started pounding again!
Fang: “Luo-ge, did I really go that drunk wild yesterday...?”
Xu answered briskly: “Yep.”
Xu described: “You clung to me crying for like an hour, crying and yelling about how good would it be to be in Hawaii where no haters knew you, then going on about quitting stardom and how raising pigs would be better. Then a few minutes later, 'Luo-ge, I can’t bear to leave you,' repeated over and over. You seriously annoyed me.”
Fang Ying hadn’t expected Xu Qiuluo to give him no face at all, so he could only reply awkwardly: “Sorry, Luo-ge. That’s just me after drinking... please don’t take it seriously.”
Xu didn’t respond—just asked: “Remember what I said last night?”
Fang: “??? I don't remember Ծ‸Ծ”
Xu slapped his forehead. Of course.
Fang opened his mouth but no words. He just stared at the message on his screen.
This was something every public figure knew, but no one had ever said it to him so sincerely—twice. Only Xu Qiuluo had.
After a long pause, Fang finally leaned the phone to his lips.
He sent a voice message: “You’re making my nose all sour, Luo-ge.”
Xu chuckled and replied in voice: “You won’t get that kind of lesson raising pigs.”
Fang: ...
At that exact moment, Big Cucumber messaged again.
Three words: “Fang Ying...”
Then: “I actually think Fang Ying is kinda cute?! Am I an idiot? Sis, help me snap out of it!!!!!!”
Fang looked between Weibo messages and WeChat, flipping back and forth a few times, then barely held back a smile.
He said to Xu: “Yep, Luo-ge, you were right. Being a star is still way more fun!”
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Even Xu Zong chimed in with a remark: “Anyone who knows Fang Ying knows he's a total lightweight.”
Three Kill had ended, but its popularity still lingered. The official drama Weibo reposted Xu’s photo:
“Brother Zhang Ye, please stop bullying our little follower! Even the #ThreeKill fans can’t watch anymore ( ‧̥́ ˍ ‧̀ू )”
Xu Qiuluo played cop Zhang Ye, and Fang Ying was his rookie apprentice—the lovable little sidekick at first, though Fang’s character later turned darker. But most fans still called him “little follower.”
The official repost comments? Completely derailed by shouting LuoYing fangirls:
“F**k!!! I legit fainted!!! Running to spread the gospel!!!”
“Respectful aftersales service from 8012!!!”
“LuoYing, mama's crying—does this kind of love even exist in real life??”
The once-overwhelming LuoZong fandom got totally crushed by this new explosive LuoYing wave. Overnight, Fang’s secret account homepage looked like New Year’s Eve fireworks in Beijing.
Big Cucumber hadn’t updated her fanfic for three days; her Weibo profile said “unhappy,” and her latest fic was stuck on the Xu Zong cliff-jump chapter.
Fang Ying itched to know: Did Brother Zong really die? Was Brother Luo devastated?
But every time Fang thought about being the reason she stopped writing, he wanted to bury his tail and be a dog forever.
Sighing, he privately messaged Big Cucumber: “Madam, wanna roast Fang White Lotus together?”
She popped online instantly and read it: “Hmm?”
Fang: “I’ll join your rant.”
Big Cucumber’s reply?
“........”
After several minutes of silence, Fang made a cuppa honey water and relaxed back on the sofa.
She finally answered with a long string of “aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.”
Under those complex sighs and cries, Fang caught her real message: “What to do... Huai Huai, I think I’m such a trash—sob sob sob...”
Fang: ?????
She sent a crying emoji: “Yesterday I pulled an all-nighter watching seven fan videos and three interviews about him. Damn, I actually found him kinda cute... What do I dooooooo? I’m such a stupid idiot!”
Fang: “Who??”
Big Cucumber fell silent again.
Meanwhile, Fang’s phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Xu Qiuluo: “Awake yet? Does your head hurt?”
Fang’s grin nearly split his face wide open—getting a warm morning check-in from his idol after a hangover! What did he do to deserve this?!
Suddenly, his headache vanished.
He replied genuinely: “No pain Σ(▽ )”
Xu Qiuluo: “Good to hear. You seem pretty happy. Saw the Weibo?”
Ignoring it would’ve been easier...
But nope, Fang’s head started pounding again!
Fang: “Luo-ge, did I really go that drunk wild yesterday...?”
Xu answered briskly: “Yep.”
Xu described: “You clung to me crying for like an hour, crying and yelling about how good would it be to be in Hawaii where no haters knew you, then going on about quitting stardom and how raising pigs would be better. Then a few minutes later, 'Luo-ge, I can’t bear to leave you,' repeated over and over. You seriously annoyed me.”
Fang Ying hadn’t expected Xu Qiuluo to give him no face at all, so he could only reply awkwardly: “Sorry, Luo-ge. That’s just me after drinking... please don’t take it seriously.”
Xu didn’t respond—just asked: “Remember what I said last night?”
Fang: “??? I don't remember Ծ‸Ծ”
Xu slapped his forehead. Of course.
“Raise pigs? Fang Ying, are you worthy of that? You’re a damn pig yourself!”
Fang opened his mouth but no words. He just stared at the message on his screen.
This was something every public figure knew, but no one had ever said it to him so sincerely—twice. Only Xu Qiuluo had.
After a long pause, Fang finally leaned the phone to his lips.
He sent a voice message: “You’re making my nose all sour, Luo-ge.”
Xu chuckled and replied in voice: “You won’t get that kind of lesson raising pigs.”
Fang: ...
At that exact moment, Big Cucumber messaged again.
Three words: “Fang Ying...”
Then: “I actually think Fang Ying is kinda cute?! Am I an idiot? Sis, help me snap out of it!!!!!!”
Fang looked between Weibo messages and WeChat, flipping back and forth a few times, then barely held back a smile.
He said to Xu: “Yep, Luo-ge, you were right. Being a star is still way more fun!”
Next chapter
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