First Kiss Diary - Chapter 14

On the other side, Jining rolled over on the bed, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Recent major events had been gradually resolved, whether it was the fan club, the studio, or the rights protection. Everything was taking shape and developing in a positive direction, and it was time to think about the next focus.

Thinking that she hadn’t seen the beautiful pictures of Jishixiyan for a long time, she switched to her alternate account. As soon as she refreshed the homepage, it was filled with pictures from the fan sites. Fan sites were what fans called the personnel who managed celebrity fan sites. Each fan site had its own name, and after the establishment of the fan site, the managers would follow the star’s schedule to take pictures and then post them on Weibo. Even for events they couldn’t attend, some people would buy pictures to post.

The profit model of fan sites was selling PBs, or photo books, which were collections of photos they took. Usually, they would also add some hand banners and other peripherals, selling them at a meaningful price, and most of the proceeds would be used for subsequent celebrity support. However, fan sites were basically unofficially certified, and fans could create them freely.

In short, most fan site managers were very wealthy and talented. Top-tier stars like Jishixiyan naturally had many fan sites, and those that stood out were extremely powerful, both in terms of photography and writing. Although she had had a few close encounters with Jishixiyan, how could Jining stare at him directly? On one hand, she was afraid of being scolded for trying to get attention, and on the other hand, she was worried that he would feel uncomfortable.

Now she could finally admire handsome guys properly.

AllForYou_Jishixiyan fan site: [#Jishixiyan# Safely arrived~ Don’t furrow your brows, you are the most precious. @Jishixiyan] The picture attached showed Jishixiyan furrowing his brows while looking at his phone.

Fantasy|Jishixiyan0828: [#Jishixiyan# Flower arranging, flower arranging, today is a brother who works seriously, but you’re still more beautiful than flowers. @Jishixiyan] The picture attached showed Jishixiyan arranging flowers during work promotion.

Poetic Universe – Jishixiyan: [#Jishixiyan# Even sleeping with your eyes closed is so charming, such a flawless man. @Jishixiyan] The picture attached showed him resting with his eyes closed on a U-shaped pillow.

Watching the formatted captions and pictures from the fan sites, a sense of pride surged within her. But then she realized something was wrong. Jining clicked on the last picture and zoomed in carefully — wasn’t that U-shaped pillow around his neck the one she had given him? It seemed he really did cherish every gift, even though he only accepted letters at the airport now.

She smirked, opening and saving each original picture one by one. After scrutinizing them for half an hour, Jining solemnly reposted with a rainbow fart:

[The frowning Jishixiyan, the serious Jishixiyan, the sleeping Jishixiyan — the culprit who makes me commit bigamy.]

This rainbow fart was quickly read by Song Yu. Song Yu slowly commented underneath with a beautiful question mark.

Soon, Jining received a picture sent by Song Yu, a screenshot of a memo, with a sentence shining brightly: “Even variety shows have scripts, I’m very calm, but if I’m moved, it’s your grandson.”

Before shooting, she had sworn to Song Yu in no uncertain terms.

The turn of events was too fast, leaving Jining speechless for a moment.

So ten minutes later, lying in bed, Song Yu received a mention from Jining’s alternate account —

[@FishDeliveringSongYu Good evening, grandma! Have you eaten yet, grandma? You’ve worked hard all day, grandma! ^ ^]

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“What’s this?” Jishixiyan looked at the stack of things thrown down by his manager in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly without much emotion.

“Can’t you see?” Jiang Sheng gestured triumphantly with his palm, “It’s written clearly enough, your manager, assistant, nanny, planner, and…”

“Get to the point.”

“Invincible handsome worth praising love elder me, Jiang Sheng, has summarized a flirting manual for you.” Jiang Sheng grinned, revealing eight teeth that had just been whitened, “Aren’t you always worried about shooting with Jining? You’re shooting again tomorrow.”

Jishixiyan looked at the glaring “Exclusive for Jishixiyan’s 108 Styles” on the cover and felt insulted in an indescribable way, furrowing his brows deeper than the sea, “Get rid of this trash within three seconds.”

“Don’t be like that, I spent three days making it,” Jiang Sheng spread his palm, “Look, it’s only as big as a quarter of your palm, I deliberately printed it small so you could…”

“Look at cheat sheets?”

“How can you call this a cheat sheet? This is conquest of love.”

Jishixiyan turned away in disdain, switching off the room light.

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Ji Ning naturally didn’t know what happened on Ji Shiyi’s side. She had spent the whole night on the plane, arriving in the United States in the early morning. After two hours of rest, she plunged into the filming of her first kiss diary, with hardly any time to catch her breath. She only had two hours of rest and spent another hour doing hair and makeup, but she managed to overcome jet lag with astonishing willpower and work habits, though her mind was inevitably a bit muddled.

Ji Shiyi’s response in the live broadcast caused a small stir, but it was later suppressed by Haiyan Sister’s “business as usual” comments, so Ji Ning didn’t see it at all. Today’s filming location was at Disney in the United States. Ji Ning didn’t see Ji Shiyi in the makeup car; the staff said he was already waiting at Disney. The weather was hot, and Ji Ning sprayed on some sunscreen and hurried into the car, asking the driver to go faster.

A long time ago, she had revealed on a certain program that Disney was the place she most wanted to go. Under the host’s guidance, she admitted that she would feel happier if she had a boyfriend waiting for her at the entrance holding merchandise. Probably because the scriptwriter understood this long-standing wish of hers, so this time the filming location was set here. Otherwise, with Ji Shiyi’s straight male personality, how could he voluntarily suggest coming here? She knew her idol well.

After getting off the car, she looked for Ji Shiyi according to the position of the camera. She was afraid he would have melted, but to her surprise, he was still leisurely, finding a shady spot to lean against the railing and wait for her. He was dressed in black, white, and gray today, with a cold face and sunglasses perched on his cheekbones. His fingers were long and elegant, and the joints were filled with the words “Do not disturb the universe’s top A idler.”

As she approached, she noticed that he was wearing two… quirky watermelon cups on his chest? Ji Ning was stunned by this huge contrast, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her as she pointed to his chest. “Did you buy these?” “I didn’t want to—” he took off his sunglasses and casually hooked one cup onto her neck, “but they were selling out fast. It wouldn’t be available if I waited any longer.”

It seemed like it. She had heard that these internet-famous cups were sold in limited quantities, and they sold out quickly after the park opened. Of course, she didn’t think Ji Shiyi came so early just to buy her a cup. She wasn’t that narcissistic. He probably noticed many girls buying them while he was waiting and just happened to grab one for her. Although it wasn’t bought specifically for her, she still appreciated it. Her girlish heart was activated by the delicate pleasure, and she unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The watermelon lemon soda was sour and sweet, with bubbles bursting on her tongue, tasting like a date with someone she liked.

Ji Ning noticed that he was still wearing the watermelon cup, which was completely inconsistent with his persona. She asked while biting the straw, “Are you going to keep wearing that?” “Have you finished yours?” The man reached over and weighed her cup in his hand, eyebrows lightly raised. “You seem to be eager for mine.” This sentence reminded Ji Ning inexplicably of her spoiled niece, who would grab her watermelon after finishing her own. Once this thought came to mind, she felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, dizzy from the sunlight.

“I didn’t… want yours. I just thought you might not want to wear this.” She didn’t know why. The man chuckled lightly, his tone teasing as he brushed against her earlobe. “Keep it on,” he said, as if somewhat embarrassed, “It looks better as a pair.” Tongue-tied, she clamped down on the straw, her mind unable to distinguish whether his “pair” referred to the cups or to them.

Their first activity together was drifting, and basically, no one brought raincoats in advance. So everyone bought them on the spot. A set was quite expensive, and Ji Ning leaned on the railing watching the salesperson counting money with a cramp. Everyone was wearing colorful disposable raincoats, and from a distance, they looked like soon-to-be-packaged trash, unsure if they belonged to dry, wet, or recyclable garbage. Ji Ning found this scene oddly amusing and desolate.

Turning her head, the man beside her was 1.85 meters tall, with long arms and legs, a handsome face, and the cheap plastic raincoat didn’t resemble a garbage bag at all. It looked like high fashion on a runway. The weather was hot, and even queuing in the fast lane felt like being in a steamer. Ji Ning felt like she was about to evaporate when someone handed her a fan.

The foreign guy opposite her said in awkward Chinese, “Hot, for you.” Ji Ning was pleasantly surprised. “Don’t you need it?” “No need, it’s for you,” the guy, who looked about seventeen or eighteen, said while looking at his translator, “You’re very beautiful, I like you.” Then he gave her a thumbs up.

The sudden confession startled Ji Ning for a moment, but she figured it was just friendly communication between international friends, nothing special. She accepted the fan with a smile and said, “Thank you.” After the guy left, she felt even cooler. Not only was there wind from the fan in her hand, but there also seemed to be… a cool breeze overhead?

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The sudden confession left Jining momentarily stunned, but she figured it was just friendly banter among international friends, so she took the fan with a smile and said, “Thank you.”

After the young man left, she felt even cooler, not only because of the breeze from the fan but also a coolness above her head. She looked up to meet the gaze of Jishiyan, who asked her, “What’s there to thank for?” She didn’t catch it clearly and asked, “What?” The man replied, “A cup is much more expensive than this fan,” he squinted emotionlessly, “and I’ve never seen you smile so openly.”

Jining still didn’t understand and asked, “What?” He shrugged, “Nothing, the rafting is about to begin, so be careful.” Rafting wasn’t scary, but the continuous circling made her dizzy. When she got off, she was still disoriented and couldn’t find her way, so Jishiyan helped her and threw away the raincoat.

Little did Jining know, someone had taken advantage of the situation and casually tossed the fan into the trash along with the raincoat. The next activity was chosen by Jining, a very intellectual children’s project, similar to touring the world of a dreamy fairy tale inside a carriage.

As they strapped in, the man beside her suddenly smiled. Jining didn’t quite understand; even after three years of knowing him, she didn’t think he was the type to smile often. Yet now, his eyes were full of amusement. She asked, “What’s funny?” He replied without hiding his provocation, “Only kids play these kinds of things.”

Jining retorted, “Who says adults can’t play? I dare to play anything, what do you want to play? I’ll accompany you.” Thirty minutes later, standing at the entrance of a roller coaster with Jishiyan, listening to the terrifying screams inside and watching the fast-moving facilities, Jining hesitated, “Um…”

He asked, “What?” She asked nervously, “Have you seen my ID card?” Jishiyan didn’t quite understand how they got to this topic, “Why?” Jining confessed, “Actually, I’m only twelve years old. It feels a bit inappropriate for me to play this.”

The man’s smile widened, hiding his laughter, “You’re chickening out now?” He reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’m here with you. You can try it first, and if it’s not okay, we won’t go.” It was strange; why did his calm words make her feel so secure?

Jining, who had never agreed to play high-altitude facilities no matter how persuaded before, unexpectedly took two steps forward. As a large crowd surged in, almost dispersing them, a hand reached out through the crowd, palm open, “Give it to me.”

Jining wasn’t quite sure, but she handed him her pass. “Not this,” the man gently clasped her hand, “I meant your hand.” She hesitated for a second, but her body instinctively obeyed, reaching out her hand while trying to maintain a composed expression. The warmth from his grasp was comforting, and his touch was gentle.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the sunlight dispersed. He pulled her closer, holding her hand as they checked in, perhaps afraid of losing her again. The ticket checker was Chinese, undoubtedly recognizing Jishiyan, but the information might have been a bit outdated.

Seeing Jishiyan holding Jining’s hand along with the matching cups, he was surprised and gestured towards Jining, asking, “Are you two… a couple?” Jining was pondering whether to say they were for the show or three-month lovers… But unexpectedly, the man holding her hand didn’t loosen his grip and straightforwardly nodded, “Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”