2:00 p.m.
Chen Wen sat on the sofa in Jiang Qiuyi's piano room, watching a curvy figure in black play the piano, his mind still a little blank.
Helping with the zipper earlier had let Chen Wen learn for the first time just how smooth and delicate a girl's back could be.
He had also picked up a new way to use bandages, though he probably would never need it himself.
"Phew..." After finishing a Conan theme song, Jiang Qiuyi lifted off her hood, her face flushed as she panted.
Aside from air holes around the nostrils, this black-clad cosplay costume of hers was completely sealed.
Even with the air conditioner running in the piano room, Jiang Qiuyi still felt unbearably hot.
As for being unable to see anything after putting on the hood and needing to play blindly, that was not much of a problem.
As a top student at the Music Academy, as long as she had practiced seriously beforehand and mastered the piece, whether she could see the keys made little difference.
At most, it took a little more time than before to record a video.
"Ah..." Jiang Qiuyi stood beneath the air conditioner with her arms spread, letting the cool air wash over her. "It's so hot..."
With just a turn of his head, Chen Wen could see Jiang Qiuyi's lovely curves beneath the black outfit.
Even the bandages could not completely conceal the truth.
If all the black-clad figures in the Conan anime looked like this, the police would probably narrow down the suspect list immediately...
"Chen Wen~ I want ice cream~" Jiang Qiuyi was overheated and made an adorably pleading expression.
Since Chen Wen's camera was also at Jiang Qiuyi's place and he had nothing much to do anyway, he got up. "Keep recording. I'll go buy some."
"Nice~" Jiang Qiuyi brightened. "As long as it's chocolate flavor, I want it all~"
"Okay."
Chen Wen left the apartment and headed for the convenience store by the residential complex entrance.
Halfway there, he received a WeChat message from Si Jiao Ji.
Si Jiao Ji: The video's up. You can leave a comment and try to grab a top spot.
Ill-informed Wen: Okay.
Chen Wen opened Bilibili and found the video Si Jiao Ji had just posted.
Since he had already watched the rough cut, he did not watch it again and directly posted a comment: "If there are any production-related questions, feel free to ask me."
After that, Si Jiao Ji sent another message.
Si Jiao Ji: Oh, right. My younger sister wants to set up a craft room, so she asked me to get your advice.
Chen Wen: That depends on what she wants to make.
Si Jiao Ji: She probably just got carried away and wants to learn the little things from your videos. Just tell me what tools you use most often.
Chen Wen: Okay. I'll send you a list in a bit.
At that moment, in Si Jiao Ji's villa.
He Ran, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, grabbed He Ji's arm and kept urging him. "Invite him to our house! Have him give us some suggestions for the renovation or something."
"Get out of here!" He Ji forcefully shoved away his clingy little sister. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."
"Oh, just help me invite him, okay~" He Ran wrapped herself around He Ji's arm again and swayed it back and forth coquettishly.
He Ji rolled his eyes. "Why don't you invite him yourself? Didn't you add him on WeChat?"
"I can't." He Ran pouted, sulking. "Master is way too honest. If a girl invites him, he'll call and report it to his girlfriend. How could that possibly work?"
"Oh? You're even calling him Master now?" He Ji curled his lip. "What did I tell you before? I told you not to mess with him. Why wouldn't you listen? Anyway, I'm not helping you."
"Hmph!" He Ran plopped down onto the sofa and angrily pulled out her phone to scroll through Bilibili.
Then, after seeing Chen Wen's comment beneath Si Jiao Ji's video, she immediately replied using her Si Jiao Mei account:
"Hello, Master! Please accept your disciple's bow! (Fist salute.JPG)"
Very quickly, a string of replies appeared below it.
"I want a disciple like this too. Where do they sell them?"
"Please give me a dozen disciples like this."
"Did Si Jiao Mei's confession succeed?"
"Master Ball!"
"Sorry, Si Jiao Mei. I got the ring, but I really can't be with you, because..."
"Because the ring is actually with me. (smirk)"
And just like that, with He Ran's assistance, Chen Wen's utterly unremarkable comment quickly claimed the number one spot among the top comments, reaching MAX exposure!
Meanwhile, Chen Wen knew nothing about it. As he mentally listed the tools needed for a craft room, he bought ice cream at the convenience store.
After returning to the rental apartment, Chen Wen put the ice cream in the refrigerator, sent Si Jiao Ji the list of tools needed for the craft room, then returned to the piano room.
At that moment, the black-clad figure sat before the piano, playing the eerie insert music that only appeared when the culprit committed a crime.
Even Chen Wen instinctively felt a little creeped out.
Especially since there really was a black-clad figure in the room.
Once the song ended, Jiang Qiuyi tore off her hood, got up, and dragged Chen Wen toward the bedroom. "Take it off, take it off! I'm dying of heat!"
The moment they entered the bedroom, Jiang Qiuyi turned her back to Chen Wen. "Help me unzip it~"
He had already seen it once before, so Chen Wen was not especially nervous this time. He held down one side of Jiang Qiuyi's outfit and gently pulled the zipper downward with his right hand.
But faced with the visual impact of the girl's pale skin and the bandages wrapped around her, Chen Wen still froze for a moment at the sight, while his hand continued moving.
"Don't pull it any farther!" Jiang Qiuyi grabbed Chen Wen's wrist, lowered her head with her face burning red, and spoke in a slightly trembling voice. "I-I'm not wearing anything underneath... Just unzip it to my waist..."
Because the black-clad outfit was too tight, Jiang Qiuyi had nothing on beneath it except the bandages.
If Chen Wen kept pulling the zipper down, he would immediately see even more private areas.
"...Mm, sorry." Chen Wen came back to his senses, awkwardly rubbed his nose, and immediately retreated from the bedroom. "I'll head out first."
A few minutes later, Jiang Qiuyi emerged from the bedroom, still red-faced, her small hands clenched together as she softly said, "I'll go take a shower first."
"Okay." Chen Wen nodded. "I'll transfer the video footage to your computer first."
"Okay." Jiang Qiuyi slipped into the bathroom, then poked her little head back out. "The computer password is your birthday."
Entering Jiang Qiuyi's bedroom, Chen Wen turned on her computer and entered the password correctly.
The desktop wallpaper was a photo of the two of them that Jiang Qiuyi had taken, changing to another one every minute.
At the top of the screen was a desktop title widget marked with the slogan, "Day 11 of dating Chen Wen!"
If they counted May 20 as the first day, then today should already have been the twelfth day.
Jiang Qiuyi had spent the whole morning in Chen Wen's bedroom and the afternoon recording videos, so she had forgotten to change the number.
As Chen Wen moved the mouse, the cursor paused over the slogan for a moment. Then he pulled out the keyboard and changed "11" to "12."
Then he moved the cursor to the very beginning of the slogan and typed three characters—"Jiang Qiuyi."
Looking at the desktop title, "Day 12 of Jiang Qiuyi dating Chen Wen," a rare hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Chen Wen's lips.
As though he were celebrating the fact that he had finally taken the initiative once.
If Jiang Qiuyi saw it, she would probably sigh.
So even a block of wood could finally catch on.
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