Chapter 128 115: Little Blue Bird BuBird

"As long as you like it."The girl lifted her head, her face still carrying a faint blush, gently exhaling as many hidden emotions in her heart drifted away with the warm breath into the sky.

She stretched out her hand to cup Xu Xiaoyou's face, her eyelashes slightly trembling, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

Looking into the girl's eyes, Xu Xiaoyou instinctively felt the urge to dodge.

Tang Xin blinked, then vigorously pinched Xu Xiaoyou's face.

"Next time for these kinds of things, you have to tell me first!"

"When I was there all alone, I felt really scared."

"If I had told you in advance, it wouldn't have had the same effect," Xu Xiaoyou said. "It might even have the opposite effect."

Tang Xin hesitated to say more, firmly staring at Xu Xiaoyou, and only after the girl showed a guilty expression did she release her grip, "Alright, I got it."

She picked up the guitar bag placed beside her on the park bench, moving along with the crowd.

Jumped a whole level, Xu Xiaoyou thought, seems like she's really not mad at me.

"You're going the wrong way, Miss Tang." She called out to the girl's back.

Tang Xin froze.

She watched Tang Xin turn her head down and come back, with lines of frustration on her face, walking in small steps like a sulking kindergartener, quickly passing in front of her towards the park exit.

Xu Xiaoyou shrugged helplessly.

After returning to the Black Swan Apartments.

After turning on the lights in the security booth, the overhead incandescent light flickered a few times, illuminating the scene inside.

The room's decor was not much different from a few days ago, but it had a bit more of a lived-in feel.

As soon as you stepped in, you could see the Marlene poster plastered on the left wall and the calendar hanging by the window, the chair slanted beside the dresser, facing the old-fashioned gas stove of the kitchen; the door of the old refrigerator was ajar, letting out a blue glow.

"Didn't you turn off the fridge before leaving?" Tang Xin hung the guitar bag on the coat rack, took off her thick cotton coat, and hung it up as well.

In the consistently cold weather of the Star of Art, coupled with the lack of heating inside, the fridge served more as a thermal insulator.

Tang Xin changed into slippers, walked to the fridge on tiptoe, pulled out a bag of bread slices from the morning that hadn't been finished, and took a small piece of butter from the lower cabinet, cutting it into small pieces and spreading it evenly onto the bread.

Xu Xiaoyou walked into the room, looking at the furnishings, a certain indescribable atmosphere made her suddenly feel a bit dazed.

She thought of her old room, which seemed similar, only a few square meters in size, small but complete.

Whenever it rained, she would sit by her bed, listening to the raindrops hitting the aluminum window frame, and her thoughts would drift away with the crisp sound of raindrops, sometimes for an entire afternoon.

She walked to the desk.

On the desk were a pen holder and notebook, a desk lamp, and in the upper left corner of the desk was Tang Xin's potted succulent. Under the warm, yellow light, the surface of the globe-like succulent plant looked plump and moist, as if life was flowing within it, making it quite endearing.

"Here you go." Tang Xin handed the bread to her, blinking.

"I..."

"Just eat it." Tang Xin directly pushed the bread towards her mouth before she could refuse.

"Stop making that stern face, smile more."

Xu Xiaoyou narrowed her eyes slightly, taking a bite of the bread, watching Tang Xin lean down to greet the potted succulent on the desk.

"Succulents need less water; they will die if overwatered, and the pot needs to be breathable."

"Did you use to have succulents too?" Tang Xin turned to ask.

"I used to chat with my succulents every day." Xu Xiaoyou replied casually.

She pulled a chair to the desk, picking up a pen and spinning it around her fingers, as if reminiscing about something.

Her thoughts gradually drifted with the passing seconds. Tang Xin didn't disturb her and pulled up a chair to sit in front of Xu Xiaoyou, her hands resting on the chair, her eyelashes blinking gently as she quietly observed Xu Xiaoyou.

She hadn't noticed it before, but this person had rather long eyelashes. The piecey bangs on her forehead covered her eyebrows, with two strands of golden hair falling alongside her face, softening her facial lines. Her long hair was tied back into a low ponytail, and the golden pupils in the moonlight looked tranquil, intellectual, and serene.

Suddenly, Tang Xin thought she was quite pretty.

"Why don't you start a livestream now?" Xu Xiaoyou suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Tang Xin was taken aback.

"The initial purpose of this concert was to help you gain followers, so now's the perfect time to start."

"You still have to participate in the Stars qualifying rounds in a dozen days, and then the subsequent semifinal, elimination, and championship rounds."

"Alright, alright, stop it, I know, just hearing it makes me feel pressured." Tang Xin raised her hand.

"Will anyone really watch?" "Just start it."

Holding onto a skeptical mindset, Tang Xin opened her social account and activated a livestream room.

"What kind of title should I give it?"

Tang Xin adjusted the camera to properly frame the scene at the table with both her and Xu Xiaoyou, including the cute potted succulent.

"Two options, choose the one you prefer," Xu Xiaoyou's eyes turned sharp. "I'm a professional when it comes to branding an artist."

"One, use a sensational title like 'Shocking! Mysterious Literary Girl in the Park', your story at the park is still a hot topic..."

Tang Xin blushed, quickly waving her hand, "That surely won't work!"

"If your skin is thick enough, there's no problem."

"Wasn't it you who did that at Lin Fan's concert?" Tang Xin blinked and asked.

She's not stupid; how could such a coincidence happen where a male celebrity's reputation crumbles on stage one moment and disappointed fans 'coincidentally' pass by her park spot the next, giving her a chance to shine.

No matter how you look at it, this must be related to Xu Xiaoyou, who had arranged everything from the get-go.

"His own conduct had issues; there's no point in bothering about it," Xu Xiaoyou said expressionlessly.

Using someone like Lin Fan, an artist with a tainted reputation, didn't bother her at all. Moreover, she just made the sound equipment malfunction; if he truly had talent and didn't rely on lip-syncing, it wouldn't have affected him in any way.

"Is it really okay?" Tang Xin hesitated.

"Actually, the first option has certain risks," Xu Xiaoyou sighed, "If it's too forced, given the unresolved situation with Lin Fan, his fans might vent their anger on you."

"Me?" Tang Xin pointed to herself.

Xu Xiaoyou didn't explain, simply continuing, "Then let's go with the second option, crafting an image as a literary girl and operate normally for steady development."

She stood up, tapping a few times on Tang Xin's camera screen.

"This works just fine."

Xu Xiaoyou supported her face with her hand, speaking mysteriously, "From now on, just wait for the magic to happen."