Disguised as a Man, She Has Eight Men Fighting Over Her - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

By the time their van reached the backstage entrance of the upscale mall, the waiting area was packed. Deafening screams came through the curtain.

“Wild7! Wild7!”

Standing among her teammates, Lin Cheng could feel the floor vibrating beneath her feet.

So many people.

After the host’s enthusiastic opening and the sponsor’s speech, the curtain rose. The six members appeared at center stage. All seven levels of circular walkways were crammed with people, light boards and selfie sticks thrust into the air.

Lin Cheng’s palms dampened. She adjusted her expression and waved in every direction.

“Welcome, Wild7! And now, the fan-interaction segment you’ve all been waiting for! We’ll draw one lucky fan for each member. You may ask a question or request an interaction! So… where are Teacher Qingrang’s fans?”

“Pick me!”

“Gege, I had my brain removed yesterday, so now I can love you mindlessly!”

“Pick me, even if I have to come up there as a cockroach!”

The chosen fan was a quiet-looking girl. Blushing, she took a small box from her purse and revealed a stack of cards.

“Brother Qingrang, these are personality keywords. Could you choose the one that fits you best?”

“Of course.” Shen Qingrang smiled gently. His elegant fingers skimmed the stack and seemingly drew at random. His smile appeared to deepen as he turned the black card toward the camera.

It held one word.

Daddy.

“AAAAAH!”

“Daddy? Wait, that label’s wrong!”

“Brother Qingrang is the gentle type. It should be boyfriend or big brother!”

“Exactly! How could someone so gentle be Daddy?”

“I climbed Mount Homophobia overnight! Brother Qingrang, am I kneeling correctly?”

“Have the internet moms approved this marriage? Oh, I’m my own mom. Approved!”

Shen Qingrang listened with his gentle smile unchanged, merely rubbing the black card between his fingers.

The host moved on. “Next is a fan of Teacher Yan Ci!”

The selected girl trembled when she faced him. “Teacher Yan, w-what is your favorite color?”

Yan Ci gave her one cool glance. “Orange.”

The girl flushed instantly, while the audience erupted in disbelief.

“Orange? Yan Ci said he likes orange?”

“The Yan Ci who only wears black, white, and gray—and said colors interfere with emotion?”

“The aloof prince likes warm colors? This contrast is killing me!”

“We have to change his fan-support color overnight.”

“Wow! Teacher Yan has given us quite a surprise. Next, Shi Yu!”

An outgoing young woman was chosen. “Could Shi Yu say his most seductive line?”

Screams and whistles immediately ignited the venue.

Shi Yu showed his little canines, looking like a harmless boy next door. “Of course, jiejie.”

His smile remained, but his gaze gradually changed. Leaning toward the microphone, he lowered his voice.

“Jiejie, you can stain me a little more. You’ve already left me such a mess—I stopped being a blank sheet long ago.”

His voice burned with suggestion, his smile suspended between innocence and wickedness.

The fan fainted on the spot and had to be carried away by staff.

Jiang Si’s fan spoke boldly. “Brother Si, may I have the feather brooch on your right lapel?”

His cool gaze rested on her expressionlessly. He removed it and passed it over without his fingers quite touching hers.

“Thank you! I’ll treasure it forever!” She ran offstage amid envious cries.

Jiang Si remained indifferent throughout, as though completing a prescribed procedure.

“Teacher Jiang is a man of few but decisive words—and he truly pampers his fans!” the host said, smoothing things over. “Now, are Teacher Pei Jinye’s fans ready?”

A girl bounced onto the stage, too excited to speak clearly. “B-Brother Jinye! I’m taking the college entrance examination this year. Could you wish me luck?”

Pei Jinye gave a roguish grin. “Payment QR code.”

She obediently produced it. He took out his phone, then displayed the screen to her and the camera.

“There. Startup funds for college, from your brother. But if you don’t get in…” He drew out the words, eyebrows rising wickedly. “You’ll have to pay me back.”

The venue exploded.

“Pei Jinye, you’re seriously wild!”

“What kind of domineering-CEO blessing is that?”

“Say yes, little sister! You’ll have to pass whether you can or not!”

Satisfied with the uproar, he gave a lazy shrug.

“Teacher Jinye certainly has… an unconventional way of giving blessings,” the host said after finally regaining control. “And now, let’s see who earns the chance to interact with Teacher Lin Chen.”

Lin Cheng stepped forward and raised her microphone. From the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a searing red dot flashing from a shadowy corner of the second floor.

The laser shot straight into her eye.

Pain stabbed through her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away, nearly dropping the microphone. A blurred red afterimage swam before her amid a wave of dizziness.

“Mm…”

She swayed. Shen Qingrang and Jiang Si, the closest to her, noticed almost simultaneously.

Shen Qingrang moved swiftly in front of her, and the red dot shifted onto him, reduced to an insignificant speck.

“How are your eyes? Can you open them?”

One hand protected her head while the other held her steady. Through the thin cloth, Lin Cheng felt his heart hammering.

“I… I can’t.”

Half a beat later, Jiang Si’s face darkened. He extended an arm in front of both of them, forming a second shield.

The fans finally noticed the disturbance.

“There’s a laser pointer!”

“Who did that? That’s awful!”

“I’ll skewer that bitch like candied hawthorn!”

“Poor Little Chen!”

Pei Jinye stepped up to block her other side, scanning the second floor with a scowl. “Fuck. Which idiot did it?”

Shen Qingrang shaded her eyes with his palm, then lifted her into his arms.

“Don’t be afraid. We’re going to the hospital now.”