Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
"I'm here, where are you?"
Meng Fan saw the WeChat message from Wu Tong and felt his lips uncontrollably curved up into a smile. Soon, he met Wu Tong at their arranged spot outside the entrance of Gang Hui square.
Wu Tong's apparel was simple. She wore jeans and a t-shirt with a baseball cap, looking cool and beautiful, yet full of youthful energy. No, to Meng Fan, it was full of romantic energy. Regardless of what she wore, in Meng Fan's eyes, she always looked perfect.
Meng Fan put on his presence masking hat and only taking it off when he walked behind Wu Tong.
As he took it off, Wu Tong turned and greeted him with a bright smile.
Meng Fan's brain completely ignored that it had been his strong presence that caused her to turn around, and chose to believe it had been a connection of the heart.
He also broke into a brilliant smile but refrained from laughing and made no noise. He was afraid Wu Tong would pull a muscle from laughing like Meng Cai Wei. If that were to happen, it would be too detrimental to the atmosphere.
Upon seeing Meng Fan's smile, Wu Tong felt oddly happier and was even dazed for a moment.
Without question, his smile appeal had a considerable effect on Meng Fan's charm who smiled before and after.
"Running two hundred kilometers all the way down here, I feel like you've thinned down a lot." Wu Tong, who finished spacing out pretended to analyze Meng Fan. He really was thinner. She pointed to his clothes and smiled. "Your shirt tells the most."
"Really? Oh!" Meng Fan and Wu Tong walked inside together. "I didn't bring any other clothes along the way. This shirt is an old one I left at my sister's home. I bought it last year, so it might be a bit big haha."
"That means you've lost a lot of weight from running." Wu Tong had always stood in the position of a witness to Meng Fan's weight loss journey, so upon seeing he had really slimmed down, she was genuinely happy. How could she let anyone question his weight loss, even if that person was Meng Fan himself? "Have you weighed yourself yet?"
Meng Fan shook his head. "I'll wait a while before measuring so I can give myself a surprise." He turned and then continued, "When we finish eating, can you come to buy some clothes with me? I don't know how to pick them out."
Wu Tong nodded. "Okay."
This could be qualified as settling on an activity, and it was better than standing around awkwardly with nothing to do after lunch.
Meng Fan had never been in a relationship before, and he definitely hadn't been on a date with a girl—yup, Meng Fan unilaterally decided that this was a date—but there was a 'professional lover' in his dorm called Xing Ta Ge. Take a little caution each day to eavesdrop, and as long as your emotional intelligence wasn't too low, you could successfully complete a high-quality date.
Wu Tong brought Meng Fan to the Hong Kong restaurant on the sixth floor in Gang Hui. Although Wu Tong was a running enthusiast and constantly suggested Meng Fan to watch his diet while he ran, she didn't try to restrict him while she was treating him to a meal out. She selected several delicious dishes without mentioning their calorie count or nutrition value.
After a meal, Meng Fan felt extraordinarily comfortable. Of course, it had felt natural to him too and conversed with her as he ate. Occasionally, he would be fascinated by Wu Tong to the point of being dumbstruck, but he always snapped back to reality.
He repeatedly warned himself not to act like a slob and reminded himself to never act superficially. He did not like that, and he knew she wouldn't either.
After lunch, Meng Fan offered to pay the bill but was blocked by Wu Tong. He didn't persist.
Next, they went shopping for clothes. Wu Tong took the task of selecting clothes for Meng Fan very seriously, and Meng Fan willingly cooperated by trying each one on. He ended up buying two outfits.
In the process of shopping, Meng Fan obviously did not flaunt his deep pockets and take Wu Tong to brand name stores to buy purses and clothes, but he still acted very gentlemanly and bought Wu Tong a small gift. It wasn't expensive and was around a hundred or so.
Wu Tong happily accepted it and she responded, "Then I'll treat you to a movie!"
Could there be a more benign cycle?!
The movie of course, wasn't a romantic film, but the latest release, MI6.
The film was enjoyable, but an event in which they held hands did not exist. It would even be extravagant for their hands to touch while reaching for popcorn!
Once the film ended, Meng Fan and Wu Tong were still together. They headed into a nearby restaurant as they discussed the action scenes.
It was already 5:00 pm after the movie ended and of course, he was hungry.
This time, Meng Fan insisted he paid the bill. Wu Tong could try to fight, but there was no reason to and she would not succeed.
It was six o'clock when they had finished and headed towards the stadium.
To Meng Fan, his first date with Wu Tong had gone smoothly according to Xing Ta Ge. A smooth date was a good date, and if he could give her a surprise at the end, then it would be perfect!
"Is a concert a surprise?"
Meng Fan didn't think so. At least, it wasn't a 'surprise', for she already knew.
There was already a long line up when they arrived outside the stadium.
Meng Fan thought of a surprise. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Bai Zhi and received a response immediately. He turned to Wu Tong and said, "Do you want to go in earlier and take a photo with Shan Jin bro?"
"What?"
Wu Tong paused for a moment and was slightly off guard before asking him, "You know a way in?"
"Yup."
Meng Fan nodded.
Originally, he had wanted to wear his hat, take Wu Tong's hand, and walk-in past the security, but thinking about it, he wasn't sure if the effect of the hat would extend to other living bodies. He confirmed it worked on non-living bodies, but otherwise, people would be able to see his clothes and the phone in his hands.
Additionally, if he really took her hand and marched inside, what would she think?
Therefore, he sent a message to Bai Zhi and asked to bring a friend to meet and take photos with Su Qing Cen.
Every concert had a request like this, so it was not difficult for Bai Zhi to complete. She had responded speedily and asked for a member of the staff to wait for them at the staff entrance.
"Let's go that way."
Meng Fan had walked through the staff entrance yesterday and of course, he knew the way... Hold on. He didn't have to be wearing the hat to hold Wu Tong's hand. Why not pretend to be in a hurry at this time…?
Meng Fan was artistic and daring. Soon as the staff spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wu Tong's hand. He quickly rushed towards the staff entrance and pretended to be worried that Wu Tong was unfamiliar with the direction. He made it seem like they were hiding from people's sights!
Holding hands was successful!
Thump thump thump.
After he reached for her hand, he felt as if his heart was being pounded by a steel hammer. This was way more exhilarating than touching hands while reaching for the popcorn.
The staff member waiting for them at the other end was Bai Zhi's assistant. They had met yesterday, so they recognized Meng Fan. He notified the employees and took them backstage.
At this time, Meng Fan quietly released Wu Tong's hand.
Wu Tong snuck a glance at Meng Fan, then curiously lowered her voice and asked, "How can you get in here?"
Meng Fan honestly answered, "My sister knows Shan Jin bro."
"Your sister?" Wu Tong looked doubtful, but Meng Fan only nodded, so she did not pursue it further.
Not long after, Wu Tong saw Su Qing Cen, Bai Zhi, and the other celebrities who had been rehearsing backstage.
"Fan, who's this?"
Bai Zhi and Qing Cen greeted Meng Fan, then curiously shifted their gaze to Wu Tong.
If Meng Fan brought a boy or even another girl, they would only be polite, but not this curious.
They were only curious because Wu Tong was very pretty!
Her figure was good and she was attractive. With this kind of image, she could be tossed into the entertainment circle of walking goddesses and still come out fine.
Not only did she have an elegant air, but she was also full of vitality seemingly very calm and quiet.
Static and dynamic!
This was the idiom both of them thought of at the same time. The idiom was often used to describe people, but it was rarely this appropriate, but when used on the girl in front of them, it had been just right.
If someone asked what a girl with 'static and dynamic' temperament was, then the girl standing in front of them would be the best answer!