The RenJue fandom exploded not only with fanfiction and fan art but also with fan editors working through the night.
Little White Wolf x Black Swan had the perfect chemistry, whether it was in the food chain or driving a car!
What kind of divine older brother was Bo Jue? He remained aloof from everyone else, but he chose to be gentle only with you!
The day after the Weibo trending topic, the fan support posters near the airport were all replaced with new ones.
The six of them settled into the first-class cabin of the airplane. The flight attendants discreetly glanced at their seats and struggled to keep their composure.
Huo Ren sat next to Mei Shengyao, while Bo Jue and Long Jia sat together.
Good brothers were meant to throw smoke bombs at each other. I get it, I get it. It’s all just teammate camaraderie.
Mei Shengyao, with his legs crossed, was playing a handheld game and feeling a bit chilly. He nudged against Huo Ren’s leg.
“Bro, are we still going to ‘work’ in the future?”
Huo Ren casually draped a blanket over him. “When it comes to ‘work,’ it’s all about emphasizing it for them.”
“We’ve always had great camaraderie among the six of us, and it’s genuine,” Mei Shengyao said softly. “Who are you planning to target next?”
Huo Ren turned to look at him. “Can’t wait, can you?”
“I’m telling you again, I’m straight,” Mei Shengyao said with a serious expression. “Don’t flirt with others casually; it’s not a good look.”
“I didn’t flirt with you, did I?”
“Ren-ge, Second Brother has been a face-con for so many years,” Mei Shengyao lazily remarked. “You can say the weather is nice today, and it would have the same effect.”
Bo Jue, sitting next to Long Jia, felt somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Long Jia, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed and was calmly replying to emails from friends abroad.
After the flight attendants finished their service and closed the curtains, the first-class cabin became very quiet.
Bo Jue had originally planned to tease this idiot a bit and scold him later, but as time passed without any reaction from Long Jia, he began to feel a bit impatient.
While the younger brothers in the front row chatted and laughed, their corner remained quiet.
Long Jia, in the middle of writing an email, noticed that Bo Jue was still looking at him. He turned slightly and spoke in a gentle tone, “Not going to sleep for a while?”
Bo Jue tried hard to find something beyond calmness in his expression.
But there was nothing.
“You,” he whispered, “kiss me.”
Long Jia glanced at him and continued typing on the keyboard.
“Let’s do it when we get home,” Bo Jue responded sullenly, leaning against the window and refusing to look at him.
The silence stretched for over forty seconds.
Long Jia closed his laptop, noticing that his lover was still gazing out the window at the sea of clouds. He moved closer to him, bridging the gap between them.
Bo Jue turned his head to look at him, his lashes lowered, but he remained silent.
The tranquil and melancholic aura of masculinity enveloped them once more, as if an invisible embrace was holding them together.
Their noses lightly touched, and their eyes met.
In an instant, it felt as if their hearts were once again exposed to each other.
Long Jia gazed at him openly, and then, right in front of him, he bit onto the bowtie of his collar, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto Bo Jue’s.
The bowtie was no more.
“It’s undone.”
Bo Jue’s face flushed from the intense gaze, and he pretended to be annoyed. “Are you acting childish?”
Long Jia still held the silver-blue ribbon in his mouth and tilted his head. “You should kiss me now.”
Bo Jue gave him a stern look, then leaned in quickly and planted a kiss on his lips.
“You’re really hard to please.”
Shortly after they disembarked, Uncle Jiang was waiting for them in the nanny car, holding an envelope in his hand.
“Did you see this?”
Huo Ren, who hadn’t fully awakened yet, rubbed his hair and asked, “The Tianxiao Award?”
“The Tianxiao Award ceremony is at the end of this month, so that’s not a big deal,” Uncle Jiang waved his hand and handed him the envelope with a gold crown emblem on it, “This one is much more significant.”
The envelope was unexpectedly heavy.
Huo Ren fully woke up when he saw the gilded crown on the wax seal and hesitated to open it.
“OSC? Isn’t the new awards ceremony in February?” he asked.
“Open it,” Uncle Jiang replied, taking a drag from his cigarette. He observed Huo Ren’s expression and asked, “Are you afraid you didn’t get shortlisted?”
Huo Ren adjusted his breathing subconsciously and took a long time to answer.
“Afraid, but we have to accept.”
“Indeed, you didn’t get shortlisted,” Uncle Jiang waved his hand. “Four nominations, not bad at all.”
“Huh?”
“You should confirm these things internally before you write them,” Uncle Jiang yawned. “If you had actually been shortlisted, I’d be in a hurry.”
“What kind of attitude is that?” Bo Jue said, puzzled. “What’s good about not being shortlisted?”
While they took turns examining the invitation, Uncle Jiang patiently explained the situation.
This year, OSC had combined the team and individual awards for the first time, which meant the difficulty level had doubled, as had the prestige.
Whoever takes this new crown for the first time must consider their work seriously; it’s not child’s play.
Corona had only been in the industry for three years. Although they had done well in the idol industry, they were still newcomers in the music world.
If they were to surpass experienced artists and get shortlisted directly in their first year, it would not only offend many senior artists but could also harm their reputation.
The first year’s award would undoubtedly go to a heavyweight act that could command the stage. This was an industry consensus.
“Best Concert Design, Asian Idol Popularity, Best Group of the Year, and Best New Composition,” Uncle Jiang counted the awards on his fingers. His shiny black hair was combed neatly. “How many of these have you won before?”
While the Tianxiao Awards in China were prestigious, they couldn’t compare in scale and recognition to the OSC.
“I have a question,” Huo Ren raised his hand. “Uncle, how many acceptance speeches should we prepare this time?”
Last year at the OSC, they won two awards in a row, and no one had prepared a speech for the second one. Huo Ren had improvised a short speech on the spot, thanking their team, company, and fans.
“Last year, you got lucky,” Uncle Jiang said, originally planning to choose one speech, but now he was unsure. “So… should we prepare two?”
“What if we win three?” Mei Shengyao chimed in.
“What if we win four?” Chi Ji added.
“If you win four, I’ll perform ‘The Hundred Family Surnames’ backwards for you,” Uncle Jiang said, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not going to happen.”
Back at the company, Mr. Wang reported on the progress of the album production and handed them a preliminary schedule for the next year.
“By the way,” Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment and looked at Bo Jue. “Mr. Bo… and Mrs. Bo, they sent an email asking when you’ll be available.”
Bo Jue was taken aback for a moment. “They sent you an email?”
“Yes,” Mr. Wang explained. “They said they are planning to come back as a family to pay respects to their ancestors and will stay until after the Chinese New Year.”
“They are planning to return in mid-January.”
Uncle Jiang noticed that Bo Jue didn’t look too well and signaled for Mr. Wang to go ahead. He pulled Bo Jue aside to ask about the situation.
“What’s going on with your parents? Are they treating you poorly?”
“No,” Bo Jue replied, his mind in turmoil. Just the thought of his younger brother made him anxious.
His parents were probably planning to visit right after the competition, and they would likely bring his younger brother along. Knowing his parents’ personalities, they might even want to visit the company to check on his living conditions.
“If you don’t like them or if there’s some hidden issue, I can handle it,” Uncle Jiang said, offering a solution. “You can say your schedules are too tight to meet with them.”
“I’ll meet with them,” Bo Jue sighed, sounding somewhat resigned. “I’ve missed them too.”
As mid-January approached, Uncle Jiang arranged the meeting at his privately-owned club, ensuring a suitable and secure environment.
Bo Jue had been with SPF for nearly six years, and they were like a family. They had met each other’s parents before.
Although Bo Jue’s parents had fewer video calls with the group, they had always been polite and amiable, leaving a favorable impression.
At the round table, the six of them and their manager waited to accompany Bo Jue when he met his family.
Bo Jue was initially composed but became increasingly tense as they waited.
“The atmosphere might be a bit strange later,” he whispered, his voice low. “My younger brother is very clingy, and our personalities are completely different… Our relationship is not great.”
Whenever he spent time alone with his parents, it was enjoyable, but things changed when his younger brother was around.
The others nodded in understanding. They were here to provide moral support, like a fan club, to boost his confidence.
Footsteps gradually approached, and a hostess with a smile helped guide the way. Faint words of gratitude could be heard.
Uncle Jiang stood up to greet them, and a middle-aged couple approached with smiles.
“Old Jiang, you look younger!”
“Mr. Bo—”
Huo Ren stood in front of Bo Jue, first shaking hands with the Bo couple, and then he looked at the teenager beside them.
He stood towards the back, with long hair cascading down and bright ink-black eyes, his long eyelashes making him look somewhat timid, like a young swan.
“This is Xiao Huan, our second son,” Mrs. Bo introduced as she pulled her son over, smiling. “Didn’t you say you like Ren-ge the most, but now you’re too shy to talk when he seeing him in person?”
Bo Jue thought he had misheard. “What?”
“Xiao Huan has been a fan for the past two years,” Mr. Bo chuckled. “Didn’t I tell you when you went on vacation last year? His room is filled with posters, and Huo Ren’s poster is right next to his bookshelf. He doesn’t even let us touch it.”
“He isn’t—” Bo Jue took a deep breath, countering with a question, “Isn’t he the one who always says he likes me the most and copies my hairstyle and clothes?”
Bo Huan was still looking up at Huo Ren, and while his parents were busy chatting away, he extended his little hand towards Huo Ren, his eyes sparkling.
“I’ve listened to all the songs you’ve written so many times!”
“Brother, your silver and blue hair both look awesome!”
“I’ve collected every signed album and poster!”
Huo Ren shook hands with the young fanboy and listened to the complaints from the Bo parents on the side.
“He kept saying he wanted to come back to see your concert, but the school only gives a break during Christmas, so he hid in the closet and moaned…”
“I didn’t do that,” Bo Huan’s face turned red. “Don’t listen to them making things up.”
“Don’t you still want to order that pillow–?”
“No, I don’t!!”
“Bo Huan,” Bo Jue said slowly, “The first thing you do when we meet is to call Huo Ren ‘brother’?”
Smelling jealousy in the air, Long Jia subtly took a step to the side, leading the Bo family’s parents further inside.
“Hello, Auntie, I’m Long Jia–”
“You’re really handsome!”
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Second update completed ✓
The relationship between Jue and Huan has always been that of silly and adorable rivals… The daily mediation by Bo’s parents is also quite a headache.