Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

The message was from Fu Sichen.

He was sitting just opposite, and yet he insisted on using text messages to remind Pei Zhen of his concerns.

[Focus on filming, you are not to exchange any flirtatious glances with anyone else.]

[You are not allowed to give guidance, or pinch anyone’s chin!]

[You are now a man with a boyfriend.]

[I’m watching your every move.]

Pei Zhen read with disbelief.

What the hell.

He rolled his eyes angrily and decided to ignore Fu Sichen, the mad man. With a stony expression, he threw the phone at Fu Sichen, laid back, and continued to sleep.

Xiao Nian couldn’t understand what it was all about.

He looked at Fu Sichen who had calmly picked up and kept Pei Zhen’s phone and then at Pei Zhen who was pretending to sleep. Suddenly he was gripped with fear.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

He was Pei Zhen’s manager, and even if Pei Zhen didn’t wish to hold his mobile phone, surely he should have handed it over to his manager and not Fu Sichen?!

The way he saw it, Fu Sichen had kept Pei Zhen’s mobile like it was the most natural thing in the world. Not only that, he had even shifted his position so that he was sitting right up next to Pei Zhen and leaned Pei Zhen’s head against his shoulders.

Xiao Nian was flabbergasted.

Get lost! Didn’t he know that Pei Zhen didn’t like to be touched?! He was asking to be beaten up!

But in reality, the hassled Daddy Pei only mumbled a ‘bother’ and continued sleeping. When he was getting out of the car, he even complained something about the ‘uncomfortably hard shoulder’.

Fu Sichen lowered his gaze and laughed softly when he heard it. The two of them walked ahead talking, but Xiao Nian couldn’t make out what the discussion was about. At a glance, one could almost see sweet pink bubbles floating around them, but it all looked like a horror movie to him.

Crap, what pink bubbles?

It was just a few days ago that the bastard had a brawl with Daddy Pei and hit him.

Daddy Pei was a vindictive person and was most likely strategizing to appease Fu Sichen so that the latter would let his guards down, and when that happened, Daddy Pei would then make a deadly attack!

Xiao Nian happily imagined all sorts of dramatic and complex plots; they even seemed reasonable and logical to him. Eventually, it became obvious from his expression that he was gloating at Fu Sichen’s predicted ending.

Fu Sichen was none the wiser.

He sent Pei Zhen yet another message: [Your manager seems a little loopy.]

Pei Zhen jabbed impatiently at his mobile: [Why can’t you just talk normally and insist on texting? You’re the loopy one.]

Fu Sichen laughed, his eye like half moons: [Words will disappear right after they’re said, you’d no longer see or hear them.]

That was the difference with texting.

Every little thing that happened between Pei Zhen and himself he wanted to stow away in his treasure trove.

Realizing Fu Sichen’s between-the-lines message, Pei Zhen blushed and mouthed the words’ super silly’, but a smile had already spread across his face.

That silly man, who collects texts, he could use voice messages in the future.

Idol shows, compared with other genres of shows, required less time to complete. One just needed to study the script and plot. Leveraging on the strength of the Best Actor candidate, and assuming the others were doing their bit, the filming would be relatively simple.

Initially, Fu Sichen was on the set every day. However, it became impossible later on.

Wang Youquan got angry and was insanely anxious.

Having been reprimanded, he headed straight to the filming location to hunt down Fu Sichen so that they would be in time to start work and accept assignments.

Although he had to take on assignments, when Pei Zhen had completed filming, Fu Sichen was still the first to call him. “All done?”

Pei Zhen was lying on the couch in the resting room. Xiao Nian and the film crew staff were chatting casually. He lifted his head, and lazily swept his eyes over the group. “Yes.”

The man on the other end of the line laughed. “Are you free tonight?”

“Not tonight.” Pei Zhen rolled his eyes as he recalled Xiao Nian’s advice. “I have to have dinner with the filming crew.”

“Oh, so when do you plan to spend some time with your boyfriend?”