Actually, the photos chosen by this blogger weren't lacking in aesthetic sense at all.
Firstly, Sheng Kuang's foundation was solid; he was flawless from every angle, and there weren't many unflattering photos of him online. Secondly, it was evident that this blogger likely picked and chose the photos specifically to garner attention with Sheng Kuang's good looks.
The pictures in question were basically all of Sheng Kuang's most popular images.
Lin Jing lowered her head, staring at the photos on her phone, and pondered for a few seconds: "No need for retouching."
Sheng Kuang didn't quite understand her meaning: "Hmm?"
Lin Jing held up her phone: "Although these photos aren't professionally retouched, they look much better than many retouched ones."
"..."
Sheng Kuang stared at Lin Jing for a full three seconds, then, expressionless, picked up his phone, tapped a few times, and with a "snap," threw the phone in front of her: "This is my aesthetic."
The photo on Sheng Kuang's phone showed him wearing a mask, his face completely concealed.
If not for the "miracle" lettering on the team jersey he was wearing, it would have been difficult to identify who it was.
"..."
Lin Jing fell silent for two seconds: "Your aesthetic is really quite..."
Lin Jing promptly stopped herself from saying "bizarre" and paused before changing her words: "...good."
Sheng Kuang extended his arm, taking back his phone: "Thank you."
Lin Jing, who hadn't intended to praise him at all, replied: "...You're welcome."
A brief silence fell in the room. Lin Jing watched Sheng Kuang typing leisurely on his phone, chatting with someone, and pursed her lips: "So, you're not planning to retire?"
Sheng Kuang gave a perfunctory "mm-hmm," his typing movements uninterrupted.
Lin Jing: "Then are you planning to transfer teams?"
After all, his Weibo name had been changed, and his verification removed.
Sheng Kuang didn't speak until he finished typing. He put down his phone and then looked at Lin Jing: "Not transferring either."
Not retiring, and not transferring...
Lin Jing paused, wanting to ask what his plans were, but the words caught in her throat, feeling it might not be appropriate.
At most, they had only met each other so far, and it seemed a bit impolite for her to pry so much into his privacy.
Sheng Kuang's fingertips brushed across the phone screen. After a few seconds of consideration, he said to Lin Jing: "Everything is pending, but from now on, people will be coming to this house one after another. Don't be nervous..."
As Sheng Kuang was speaking, Chen Jing returned. He placed the bag he was carrying on the coffee table, took out a pair of slippers, and tossed them with a "snap" at Lin Jing's feet: "Little sister, these are for you. Change into them."
Lin Jing: "??"
Lin Jing looked at the slippers at her feet and blinked, then looked at Sheng Kuang.
Weren't the pink slippers bought for him?
Sheng Kuang stopped what he was saying: "Change your shoes first."
Lin Jing: "..."
They were indeed for her.
"Thank you," Lin Jing said, as disposable slippers weren't very comfortable when wet. She didn't stand on ceremony and, after changing her shoes, asked, "How much do they cost? I'll transfer the money to you."
"No need," Sheng Kuang paused, cleared his throat, and continued from where he left off before Chen Jing's arrival: "...And don't let Aunt Qin Yao know that I'm living at home. In short, if Aunt Qin Yao calls you, just say everything is normal."
Chen Jing plopped down casually beside Sheng Kuang and nodded vigorously at Lin Jing: "That's right, little sister, don't tell Aunt Qin. Don't worry, Kuangzai won't drag you into anything. After the summer vacation ends, you'll be going back to school, right? Aunt Qin won't be back during these two months. When Aunt Qin returns, Kuangzai will take full responsibility."
So, Sheng Kuang was planning to stir up trouble at home, and it was something he didn't want his mother to know.
Lin Jing looked down at the pink slippers on her feet, remained silent for a few seconds, and then looked up: "Are these slippers meant to buy me over?"
Chen Jing's hand trembled, almost sending the cushion he had just picked up flying.
He had never expected that this young lady, who looked as beautiful as a little fairy, would say something so shocking when she spoke. Chen Jing stared at Lin Jing in utter disbelief, stuttering for a good ten seconds before managing to ask: "Little sister, are you telling a cold joke?"
Lin Jing shook her head: "No."
Chen Jing: "...Then are you trying to tell a joke?"
Lin Jing twitched the corners of her lips: "Big brother, aren't you the one telling the cold joke?"
A light chuckle came from the side. It was Sheng Kuang, who had been quiet for a while: "A pair of slippers can buy you over?"
Lin Jing's back stiffened. She paused and turned to look at Sheng Kuang.
Her rational mind told her she should firmly reply, "You must be dreaming. I am a young lady who cannot be swayed by wealth, cannot be moved by poverty, and cannot be forced by power. How could you possibly buy me over with a pair of slippers?" But as she looked at Sheng Kuang, whose eyes still held a hint of a smile, she opened her mouth, then opened it again. The lines that had circled in her mind could not be spoken.
Seeing her silent for a long time, Sheng Kuang lowered his head and smiled, then slowly continued: "Then you're quite easily bought over."
Lin Jing: "..."
Lin Jing took two seconds to react, realizing she had once again become a robot.
She was actually quite good at witty retorts, but in front of Sheng Kuang, she always faltered. For instance, right now, the more she forced herself to calm down and find a comeback, the less she knew how to retort.
Lin Jing looked at Sheng Kuang expressionlessly for a while, intending to distance herself from the two of them.
Before she could make a move, Sheng Kuang's voice reached her again: "Help."
His two words came rather suddenly. Lin Jing paused and looked at Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang: "What's your name?"
His question seemed disconnected from the previous one, and Lin Jing was a bit confused. She paused and replied: "...Lin Jing."
"It's not about buying you over, it's about asking for help," Sheng Kuang said. "Little friend named Lin Jing, are you willing to lend a hand?"