Cheng Lang had originally wanted to tell Meng Tianye about his plans, but after hearing that, he could not be bothered to mention them.
"Fine. Tell me when the next live performance is. I'll come cheer you on!"
The talent show Meng Tianye was participating in had already filmed ten episodes. The recording for the live performance happened to be on Saturday afternoon. Cheng Lang got two tickets and dragged Wang Liu'an along to support Meng Tianye.
The two arrived at the TV station around ten in the morning. By then, quite a few media reporters had already gathered outside, along with several hundred fans holding all sorts of support gear. Cheng Lang and Wang Liu'an, two men over six feet tall, looked especially out of place standing among a crowd of girls.
Feeling a little awkward, Wang Liu'an pulled down his baseball cap to partly cover his face and whispered to Cheng Lang, "Why do I feel so embarrassed?"
Cheng Lang deliberately twisted his meaning. "You think having a friend like Meng Tianye is embarrassing?"
"Of course not!" Wang glared at Cheng Lang in exasperation. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Then you think coming to watch Meng Tianye perform is embarrassing?" Cheng Lang asked again.
Wang was completely speechless. "Forget I said anything."
"Excuse me, are you Tianye's fans too?" A girl walked up to them and asked, her face flushed red. As she spoke, she kept openly sneaking glances at Cheng Lang.
Wang gave Cheng Lang a knowing look. Cheng Lang smiled and said, "We're not his fans. We're his friends."
A pair of dark, clear eyes met her gaze. The girl sucked in a breath at Cheng Lang's smile, her mind going blank as her whole body turned dizzy—seeing Cheng Lang's handsome, almost wickedly beautiful