Lin Jing envied Sheng Kuang, wishing she could have a set too.
Lan Bowen looked at Sheng Kuang strangely. "What's up with you? You used to refuse to keep any of your own merchandise, even if I forced it on you as a keepsake. What's with this sudden whim?"
"No whim," Sheng Kuang bent down, rummaged through the merchandise in the box, and picked out a phone case. "A kid at home likes it." Sudancd.com
"The kid at home? Who is it, Yu Zhou?" Lan Bowen quickly gathered what Sheng Kuang wanted upon hearing this.
Sheng Kuang glanced at the phone case, didn't put it back in the box, and handed it to Lan Bowen. "This one needs two."
Lan Bowen put what he wanted into a large bag. "Did you measure for clothes? Go measure if you haven't."
Sheng Kuang grunted and walked towards Chen Jing and the others.
Lin Jing stood still, staring at the large bag Lan Bowen had casually leaned against the wall, her mouth watering with envy.
Such a large bag, and it was a full set of the latest non-sellable merchandise.
She really wanted to hug it.
Even if she couldn't hug it, just touching it would be fine.
There were many people in the living room, and outsiders too. The little bitter melon in the cage had been chirping. Perhaps someone found it noisy and let it out.
It twisted its round little butt, sniffed everyone, and finally trotted to Lan Bowen.
It first pawed at the box, poking its furry head inside to sniff, and after being shooed away by Lan Bowen, it happily trotted to the bag beside it, nudging it with its head, then lay down beside the bag with its chubby body.
"..."
Lin Jing looked at the little bitter melon, unsure who to envy for a moment.
Let alone the child at Sheng Kuang's home, even a dog was happier than her.
Sheng Kuang was the last one to get his measurements taken. After he finished, Jiang Xin politely saw off the clothing designers, and then the group began to have lunch.
After lunch, Lin Jing saw that the large box of merchandise had not been moved yet, so she pretended to play with the little bitter melon and stayed in the living room.
When no one was in the living room, Lin Jing was just about to sneak over to get a closer look at the merchandise when the elevator suddenly dinged.
Startled, she fell back onto the sofa, quickly took out her phone, and calmly and coolly lit up the screen.
Perhaps due to her guilty conscience, she instinctively opened WeChat, went to Lan Tingting's chat interface, and began to type pretend-seriously, to make her phone usage look more convincing.
The elevator door opened, and Lan Bowen and Sheng Kuang walked out.
Seeing Lin Jing sitting in the living room playing on her phone, Lan Bowen's eyes lit up. "Oh right, isn't Jing Mei here too."
Lin Jing heard her name, finished typing her message with composure, and then looked up. "Huh? What's up?"
Lan Bowen said, "I need your help with something. The autumn competition is coming up soon, and we want to give fans some benefits by filming our daily lives. But we don't want to hire professional teams, mainly because their shoots look too staged. So, we thought of filming with our phones ourselves to make it look natural. But I'm a bit worried Jiang Xin won't be able to manage it alone and might miss something. So, are you free? If you are, could you help us by filming along?"
Filming along?
This meant she could openly film Sheng Kuang and even sneak in shots of the merchandise?
Lin Jing's eyes lit up. "Okay."
She paused, then asked, "Whose phone should I use?"
Lan Bowen said, "Yours is fine."
Lin Jing asked, "Do I need to edit it too?"
Sheng Kuang looked at her in surprise. "You know how to edit?"
Lin Jing nodded. "Yes."
As his fan, she often edited videos of him and secretly posted them as material in his fan forum.
"That's great, it would be best if you could help with the editing," Lan Bowen said.
"Then I'll edit what I film and send it to you, as the original videos are too large and difficult to send," Lin Jing paused, then added, "Don't worry, I won't leak the original videos. I'll protect your privacy."
Looking at the serious expression of the girl in front of him, Sheng Kuang lowered his eyelids, concealing the smile in his eyes.
In less than a second, he slightly raised his gaze, landing on the unlocked phone screen she was holding.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Wuwuwuwuwuwu, do you know what I saw? Honey, I saw a huge box of merchandise, Kuang Zai's merchandise.
Xiao Jing Jiang: He asked for a set for some relative of his, a whole set. So impressive. I wish I had this kind of prestige.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Even Xiao Ku Gua could lick those merchandise, but I don't even have the right to touch them. I'm living worse than a dog.
Xiao Jing Jiang: When the official Weibo holds a giveaway later, you must help me. Open 10 alternate accounts for me, no, 20. I'm a complete lottery curse.
...
Lin Jing agreed to help Lan Bowen film their daily lives. She thought it would be tomorrow, but to her surprise, Lan Bowen asked her to start filming immediately.
Lin Jing thought the boys might be reserved in front of the camera, but it turned out she was overthinking.
These youngsters didn't even pay attention to her and Jiang Xin's phones. They acted as they normally would in the training room.
They were indeed quite entertaining, being childish and silly. One moment they'd be challenging each other to a father-son duel, whoever lost would call the other "dad," and the next they'd be playing a "dream battle royale" in a private room, laughing when they won and cursing when they lost.
At four in the afternoon, they had a scheduled training match. The opposing team was quite a bit weaker, and the match ended in an hour.
There was still some time before dinner. Chen Jing dragged He Wang and Jiang Zui to play a three-player game. Qin Yu was diligently practicing his Baylor in the training camp. As for Sheng Kuang, as soon as the training match ended, he put down his phone, asked Lan Bowen for a pen and paper, and started practicing his signature on the table.
His handwriting was beautiful. He wrote "Sheng Kuang," then "Miracle," and in no time, he had filled a whole page.
Lin Jing, who was filming him from the front, felt a bit speechless.
Lan Bowen was also speechless. "...Do you have a fever?"
Sheng Kuang threw the paper filled with names aside and continued to scribble on a piece of letter paper. "Practicing my handwriting."
"..."
"The competition is in a few days. People at the venue will definitely ask for autographs. I haven't signed in a while, so my hand is rusty. I need to practice."
"..."
Chen Jing rolled his eyes and shouted, "I'm disrupting!" while unceremoniously retorting, "Can you be any more shameless?"
Sheng Kuang ignored him and continued signing for a while, then looked up at Lin Jing standing beside him. "Which one looks best?"
Lin Jing: "?"
After two seconds, Lin Jing held up the phone she was filming Sheng Kuang with and pointed. "This one."
Sheng Kuang made a "mm" sound and turned to Lan Bowen. "Where are the merchandise you were supposed to prepare for me?"
"They're here. I'll bring them up to your room later. You're not in a hurry anyway..."
Before Lan Bowen could finish, Sheng Kuang reached out. "Give them to me."
Lan Bowen handed them to him.
Sheng Kuang unwrapped the merchandise one by one, found suitable spots, and signed each one with a gold pen.
"Damn it, you refused to sign your name for a giveaway, but now you're signing so many for Yu Zhou." Lan Bowen still believed that the "kid at home" Sheng Kuang mentioned was his cousin Yu Zhou, who had just turned eighteen.
"Can't be helped."
Sheng Kuang waited for the gold signature to dry, then put the merchandise back into their packaging one by one. "The kid needs to feel important."
ps: Thank you all for your support after the book went on shelves~ Mwah, short sweet romance novels don't get updated rapidly. When I start writing my 1-million-plus word angsty long novel, I'll give you all rapid updates. Writing sweet short stories is too tiring, I can't write them fast. I can write 2000 words per hour for angsty novels, but only 2000 words in four hours for sweet novels~