Chapter 81 IF / Dating Within the Group extra chapter 7 part 1
That night, Tang Yue couldn’t wait to go out and play.
Domestic trending searches about Away hadn’t stopped. The topics were filled with videos of fans encountering them at night.
Passersby clicked in and found that it wasn’t the chaotic disorder and screaming they imagined. It was just four young people strolling in the streets late at night.
Local shops were open until early morning, and there were quite a few people on the road.
Tang Yue was curious about everything, wanting to taste everything from the small stalls.
Liu Xichao: “Didn’t we just eat Wagyu beef? Why do you want to eat something else?”
Tang Yue stood in front of the small stall with warm yellow lights, looking at the cheese fries the owner was making. “But it looks delicious.”
He didn’t speak the local language. Although his English was good, he didn’t like speaking in front of strangers.
At this time, he turned to look at Jiang Shulu beside him.
Jiang Shulu: “How many portions do you want?”
Liu Xichao: “No way, the calories are high. What time is it to be eating so much?”
There were fans watching from the periphery, but everyone kept their distance.
The owner didn’t look old, in his early twenties, with genuine natural blond hair.
Tang Yue noticed his eyes were also blue and couldn’t help but take a few more looks.
Jiang Shulu quietly moved to stand next to him and asked Tang Yue, “Is one portion okay?”
Tang Yue looked at Liu Xichao. “San-ge isn’t eating?”
Liu Xichao: “Those calories are an evil force. I’d rather go drink.”
Tang Yue looked at the piping hot fries, then tapped on his phone’s itinerary reservation. “Then let me consume this evil thing. We still have to eat roasted pancakes later.”
Liu Xichao gave up. He didn’t understand where all the food Tang Yue ate went; he never gained weight.
Every time, it was he and Yao Lixin getting scolded by the fitness instructor. As for Jiang Shulu… well, this wealthy young master was extremely restrained. Liu Xichao felt the Jiang family members were all the same.
They liked to torture themselves, as if having no appetite for food meant they had no lust either.
Though he couldn’t guarantee the latter—judging by those teeth marks on Jiang Shulu, maybe those two really had a misfire and caused a scene.
Liu Xichao maintained his attitude of taking pleasure in others’ misfortunes.
Although Tang Yue was an enthusiastic dummy, Jiang Shulu knew what he was doing.
In the end, he was only torturing himself.
Jiang Shulu: “Then you can only eat one portion.”
Tang Yue: “Why?”
Jiang Shulu: “Save room for other things.”
Tang Yue: “Wouldn’t it be better if I bought two and we ate together?”
Fans on the periphery were already laughing.
Yao Lixin was trying on handmade rings by the roadside. At night, small boats floated on the lake of the water city. The moon seemed to land on the water, blown into a patch of silver brilliance by the wind.
Liu Xichao felt he was really like a third wheel. He dragged Yao Lixin to the tavern for a drink first, reminding fans to sleep early.
He was gentle to the outside world, coaxing fans into submission. After Liu Xichao said, “Do you want me to escort you back to the hotel?”, they all scattered.
Yao Lixin: “I haven’t eaten cheese fries yet.”
Liu Xichao: “Use your brain. That’s a date. What we’re doing is tourism.”
Yao Lixin lowered his voice. “Why don’t you say it’s a publicly funded honeymoon?”
Liu Xichao: “What honeymoon without getting married?”
Yao Lixin: “I’m really afraid that as soon as we disband, those two will fly straight abroad to get married. What about us then?”
Liu Xichao: “Who’s ‘us’?”
Yao Lixin: “True, you are someone who is going to be the Boss’s wife.”
Liu Xichao walked away on his own.
Tang Yue glanced at his teammates walking away, but he had fries in his mouth and couldn’t open it to speak. He could only grab Jiang Shulu’s sleeve, signaling him to call them.
But Jiang Shulu pretended not to understand, smiling as he looked at Tang Yue.
Tang Yue made several “woo woo woo” sounds, and finally, the two fries in his mouth were pulled away.
Tang Yue: “There are still plenty here, why did Ge snatch them from my mouth?”
Jiang Shulu: “Weren’t you biting them off to feed me?”
Tang Yue: “I was not.”
Tang Yue dipped his cheese fries in salad dressing while Jiang Shulu held the container for him. The two walked toward the next spot.
Many fans had dispersed to play on their own.
Those following the overseas tour were familiar faces, seen at almost every airport pickup and drop-off. This time they also intended to have fun, so they didn’t plan to follow for the latter half.
Jiang Shulu took Tang Yue around a few corners, and finally, there was no one behind them.
He asked, “Are you not angry anymore?”
Tang Yue: “What?”
He was still crunching on crispy fries, white salad dressing staining his lips.
Since they came out right after the concert, they had just removed their makeup and changed clothes.
Tang Yue’s small bun was still tied at the back of his head; the colorful hair clips were still conspicuous under the dim streetlights.
Jiang Shulu: “About that day.”
Tang Yue suddenly felt the fries weren’t tasty anymore.
That day, the incident where he accidentally soiled Jiang Shulu’s face.
Not just the face, but also the other party’s shirt.
Although Jiang Shulu was only surprised for two or three seconds before comforting Tang Yue that it was okay, Tang Yue was trembling with shame and almost cried.
Tang Yue: “I wasn’t angry.”
In the streets and alleys of a foreign country, the architecture looked hazy at night. The bricks seemed embossed, but Tang Yue had no heart to appreciate them.
Several days had passed. Preparing for the concert was exhausting—rehearsal after rehearsal, confirming the program flow, adjusting lighting and positioning. Tang Yue didn’t have time to think about these things; he went to sleep as soon as he got back.
Today, it was completely over. Jiang Shulu’s palm teeth marks exploded on the hot search. The culprit tried hard to ignore it, thinking his considerate lover would really ignore the matter.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shulu brought it up.
Tang Yue: “I was afraid you were angry.”
He paused. “I just didn’t expect it to be like that…”
Yet Jiang Shulu had to ask, “Like what?”
Tang Yue glanced at him, his eyes full of embarrassment and annoyance. “Captain, you know!”
Jiang Shulu: “I know our Xiao Yue was very…”
His tone was teasing. “Very excited, very sweet.”
Tang Yue’s brain was about to explode. Thinking of Jiang Shulu pursing his lips at that time, clearly, the other party hadn’t expected that situation either.
Tang Yue: “Stop talking.”
He turned to leave.
Jiang Shulu reached out and hooked his arm around his shoulder. This posture was commonly used by Liu Xichao and Yao Lixin; at first glance, it was no different. But if someone passed from the front, they would see Tang Yue reaching out to grab Jiang Shulu’s hand.
Touching from fingertips to knuckles, slowly hooking up another person’s emotions.
Jiang Shulu: “Does ‘stop talking’ mean ‘do it’?”
Tang Yue’s hand movement paused. “Today?”
Jiang Shulu: “I meant holding hands.”
Tang Yue gave a disappointed “Oh.”
He stopped eating fries, feeling like he had been seduced into a fever but couldn’t get relief.
There was a tavern in the alley. People sitting by the glass window drinking looked twice when they saw Asian faces passing by.
Jiang Shulu asked, “Want to drink?”
Tang Yue didn’t usually drink much because his tolerance was poor. Plus, with training and rushing schedules, he basically didn’t qualify to drink.
At this moment, he asked, “Can I?”
Jiang Shulu: “The concert is over, of course you can.”
Tang Yue was happy again, pulling Jiang Shulu’s hand to go in.
He was already beautiful and very supportive. He applauded the bartender mixing drinks, making the young-looking bartender shy, who then asked for Tang Yue’s contact information.
Tang Yue only understood the gist. Jiang Shulu beside him said, “He’s asking for your number.”
Tang Yue shook his head and pointed at Jiang Shulu.
The other party asked who Jiang Shulu was to him.
They rarely had moments like this in China. Away was too popular; they had to be fully armed wherever they went.
The restaurants and bars they visited were opened by industry insiders, with no chance to chat with ordinary people.
Perhaps due to the foreign land and unfamiliar language, Tang Yue relied more on Jiang Shulu.
His hand moved toward Jiang Shulu, wanting to hold hands. Just as he moved a little, he was accurately grasped.
This hand-holding was full of possessiveness, enough for anyone to understand at a glance.
The bartender smiled and said nothing more.
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