After dinner, everyone went home to their own mothers.
Qin Lie first took Pei Jingshu back to her hotel.
When Pei Jingshu got out of the car, she glanced back at Cheng Che, said "See you tomorrow" in Korean, and then walked through the revolving door carrying the paper bag.
The car restarted and drove towards the hotel where Cheng Che and the others were staying.
Upon arriving at the hotel entrance, the five people got out of the car.
Jiang Xue and Cheng Jianguo walked in front, Cheng Che followed behind, and Su Miaoyin and Yan Ruanning walked side by side at the back.
The five people entered the elevator. Jiang Xue pressed her own floor, and Cheng Jianguo pressed the same floor.
Cheng Che pressed the button for his floor.
Then Su Miaoyin reached out and pressed a number, Yan Ruanning followed suit and pressed the same number.
Cheng Che glanced at it.
They pressed the buttons on the same floor.
Su Miaoyin and Yan Ruanning exchanged a glance.
Neither of them spoke, nor did they look away.
The elevator has arrived.
Cheng Che was the first to walk out, heading towards his room without looking back.
He heard two footsteps behind him exiting the elevator, one to the left and one to the right.
He didn't turn around, took out his room card, swiped it to open the door, and went into the room.
He took a shower, came out wearing a bathrobe, lay on the bed, and picked up his phone.
Then he saw the uproar on the internet.
The hashtag # Four-Thousand-Year Pretty Boy # is ranked third on the trending topics list.
Clicking in revealed nothing but mockery and controversy.
Some say Cheng Che doesn't deserve this title, some say it's standard for marketing gurus, and some compare him with other idols mocked as "4000-year idols."
Cheng Che scrolled through the comments section and found that the conflict had intensified.
It's not just fans arguing; many marketing accounts are also fueling the flames.
Someone is deliberately trying to associate this derogatory term with Cheng Che, constantly posting, controlling comments, and generating buzz, hoping to make it a long-term label.
But he also noticed something.
Accounts that attempted to fabricate and spread negative information were warned by the platform.
Several marketing accounts posted "dirt" on Cheng Che, but it was deleted in less than half an hour, and the accounts were also banned.
He scrolled down and saw a comment made by an entertainment blogger during a live stream.
" Cheng Che is in a situation where he has connections at higher levels. His image is too positive: top scorer in the college entrance Zhuangyuan, bringing glory to the country, and cultural tourism promotion ambassador. These labels combined make him a national icon. Anyone who dares to spread rumors about him is going against the higher-ups."
Cheng Che's lips curved slightly when he saw this.
The favor bestowed upon him by the Zhuangyuan scholar was far more profound than he had imagined.
It not only allowed Cheng Che to encounter helpful people in real life, but also formed an invisible protective shield.
Those entertainment companies wanted to smear him, but they couldn't find any real dirt on him.
I tried to fabricate something, but was warned by my superiors.
In the end, all we could do was give him the derogatory nickname " the Four-Thousand-Year Pretty Boy."
He smiled.
There are such derogatory nicknames?
This thing sounds like "god".
If his reputation is undeserved, then it is indeed a derogatory term.
But is he unworthy of his reputation?
He opened the system panel.
[Host Attribute Panel]
[Stamina: 79/100 (Unfazed by high-intensity activity, physical foundation is finally solid)]
[Endurance: 75/100 (Decent endurance even with continuous gigs and no need for coffee)]
[Charm: 75/100 (Looks and aura both top-notch, embodies the Incubus of a succubus)]
[Intelligence: 75/100 (Learns things very quickly, brain is finally functioning normally)]
[Overall assessment: I admit, you're no longer a joke.]
Cheng Che looked at the overall evaluation and his lips curled up even wider.
The system rarely praises people, but this time it actually said, "I admit it."
He is currently 1.84 meters tall.
He's not considered tall in the tennis world, but in reality, he's already considered a top-tier male idol.
He estimated that he would grow to a maximum height of 1.88 meters, because he was raised Incubus, not as a tall person.
This height is sufficient for any occasion.
He put down his phone and stopped thinking about it.
Let them make a scene online; we'll eventually turn those derogatory terms into compliments and give them a good slap in the face.
He turned over, ready to sleep.
Then he heard a knock on the door.
Cheng Che was taken aback. He sat up and glanced at the time.
It's almost eleven o'clock.
Who would come at this time?
Qin Lie?
He picked up his phone and glanced at it; there were no missed calls or messages.
He got up, walked to the door, and peered through the peephole.
Pei Jingshu was standing outside the door.
She was wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt and white shorts, her hair was loose and not in a bun.
She wasn't carrying a paper bag; she just stood at the doorway, her hands clasped in front of her, head bowed, as if hesitating about something.
Cheng Che was stunned.
How did she end up at his hotel?
He opened the door.
The door had barely opened a crack when Pei Jingshu rushed over, crashing into his arms and wrapping her arms around his waist.
Her face was buried in his chest, her hair brushed against his chin, and that familiar scent wafted over him.
Cheng Che was knocked back half a step by her, his hands hanging in mid-air, unsure of what to do.
He looked down at the person in his arms and asked in Korean, "What's wrong?"
Pei Jingshu raised her head.
Her eyes were wet, her eye sockets were red, and the tip of her nose was also a little red.
She looked up at him, pursed her lips, and then whispered a sentence in Korean in a pitiful tone.
"Oppa, I missed you."
Looking into her watery eyes and hearing her nasal "I miss you," Cheng Che felt a sudden pang in his heart.
His hand finally fell and gently rested on her shoulder.
Her sudden lunge was so unexpected, but the way she stood before him, looking up at him, stirred a strange, indescribable feeling within him.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but before he could utter a word, Pei Jingshu took another half step forward.
She stood on tiptoe, rested her chin on his shoulder, and her expectant voice came from his ear.
Oppa, do you miss me?