Did Assistant Xie Make the Trending Searches Today? - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: A Hint?

All three pairs of guests were set to depart at nine-thirty.

At nine-twenty, Xie He-ting was already waiting in the living room.

Golden-red sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Shi Jixing’s tall and lean silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs, coming into Xie He-ting’s view.

Today, Shi Jixing was dressed very differently.

The loose-fitting shirts he usually wore were replaced by a clean white short-sleeved T-shirt, paired with jeans and sneakers. The signature silver stud on his right ear cartilage had been removed. His hair was freshly washed, with damp strands resting on his forehead.

Damn, what kind of pure college student look is this? Little Xingxing, did you steal Wen Zhou’s clothes?

I’m dying! Every male lead in my campus novels finally has a face!

Xie He-ting rose from the sofa and gave a happy greeting: “Hello, brother.”

This was “foreigner talk” he had learned from a TV drama last night. He had practiced it secretly for a long time, hoping his pronunciation was standard enough.

Shi Jixing pursed his lips and responded: “Ready to go?”

His voice was unique, carrying a slight rasp, clear as if dipped in ice water. It was exceptionally pleasant to hear, capable of capturing one’s nerves.

Xie He-ting thought to himself that with such a good voice, even the best performers in the Great Yan Dynasty were only at this level.

Mm, the younger brother is also quite outstanding.

Xie He-ting’s gaze scanned over Shi Jixing’s face.

“Eh—” Xie He-ting looked at his empty shoulders, “Why didn’t you bring your lute?”

Shi Jixing’s footsteps paused slightly. He turned his face, his pitch-black eyes staring unblinkingly at Xie He-ting: “You want me to bring it?”

“Mhm!” A happy smile spread across Xie He-ting’s face: “I want to hear brother sing.”

Thinking of something, he added: “I heard from Brother Mu that you play the lute exceptionally well, brother. I want to hear you play too!”

The Six Arts of a Gentleman: Ritual, Music, Archery, Charioteering, Calligraphy, and Mathematics.

Young Master Xie was born into a high-ranking family. Though he wasn’t great at charioteering or archery, he was gifted in the way of the guqin. At age twelve, the most famous zither master of the Great Yan Dynasty took him as a closed-door disciple. At sixteen, his performance of “Jieshi Melody” moved the city of Lin’an.

Young Master Xie loved his zither as much as his life. The famous zither “Chunlei” (Spring Thunder) gifted by his father was wiped clean by his own hands every single day.

Since joining the program, Xie He-ting had been particularly interested in Shi Jixing’s strangely shaped “lute.” However, he wasn’t very familiar with Shi Jixing at the time, and the two didn’t have many opportunities to talk. So, although he had always wanted to see and touch it, he had only been secretly curious.

Being that direct?

No way, right? Would Shi Jixing really carry his precious guitar out just because of one sentence from him? He usually doesn’t even take that “Polaris” out of the house for fear of it getting bumped or scratched. He only brings it to important concerts!

An old fan of Shi Jixing typed away: He definitely won’t agree. Xing treats his guitar like his life. Bringing it to the streets? What if it gets bumped? Think about it—if you were a figure collector, would you be willing to wander outside with your most beloved figure?

Damn, if anyone breaks my figures, I’ll fight them to the death!

While the fan was typing confidently: Based on my ten years of experience as a Xing-fan…

The “main course” (the idol himself) was impatient to slap them in the face.

“Okay, wait for me a moment.” Shi Jixing turned back to his room.

That old fan of Shi Jixing silently deleted the text they were about to type.

Never mind!

???

No, what does Xing mean? ‘Okay’ for what? Is it ‘Okay, I’ll go get Polaris’? Or ‘Okay, I’ll play and sing for Xie He-ting’?

It’s definitely getting the guitar.

Impossible! I refuse to believe it!

What’s the point of you not believing? Your idol is just very ‘loving.’

Which big moron is talking? Why so noisy?

Is Xing going up to change clothes or use the restroom?

The bullet chat discussed back and forth.

Soon, a guitar nearly half a person’s height appeared on Shi Jixing’s shoulder.

The bullet chat went insane.

OK, fine. The clown turned out to be me.

Turns out you really can complete tasks this easily, Xie He-ting (jealous).

“Riding in a car” was quite a challenge for Xie He-ting. Although he had ridden in one once and had mentally prepared himself to act calm, he was still a bit shocked when he saw Shi Jixing’s aggressive-looking Jeep.

The domineering exterior, the rugged lines, and the sharp, cold luster—it clearly looked very expensive.

The most skilled craftsmen in his country could spend their whole lives and never create such an ingenious object.

It was simply a miracle.

Shi Jixing very gentlemanly pulled the car door open for Xie He-ting. He watched him sit down before heading back to the driver’s seat.

Before preparing to start the engine, he looked at a certain someone.

Clear, black-and-white eyes looked back at him, their gaze like a transparent lake.

“Seatbelt,” Shi Jixing had to remind him.

Xie He-ting looked down at his seat.

“Safe bag”? (Safety belt/An quan dai sounds like safety bag). He looked left and right to see if there was any bag around him, but found nothing.

Shi Jixing met his bewildered gaze and felt dazed for a moment. Snippets from various youth urban romance dramas flashed through his mind as he looked at Xie He-ting hesitantly.

Does he… want me to help?

Xie He-ting was still wondering what a “safe bag” was when his vision was shrouded by a shadow from above. Strands of hair gently brushed his nose tip, and slender fingers swept across his shoulder with extreme speed, followed by a “click.”

He lowered his head and looked at the black strap across his chest, which tied him tightly to the seat.

“Fasten your seatbelt; follow the traffic rules.”

Xie He-ting suddenly realized—so this was a “seatbelt”!

Mm, by tying a person to the seat, even if an external impact occurred, the person wouldn’t be tossed around and injured.

A good name!

Shi Jixing had already sat back in his own position, unobtrusively rubbing his nose.

He had just caught the scent on Xie He-ting’s body.

It was like the scent of warm sunshine, mixed with a tiny hint of milk; it smelled very good.

Stealing a glance at Xie He-ting’s expression, he saw the other was looking down, concentrating on studying that seatbelt as if it were some treasure.

So, it should be done this way, right?

He didn’t seem to dislike it.

Used to being a loner, Shi Jixing rarely had such contact with others.

At this moment, Shi Jixing slightly regretted that his world previously only consisted of music.

He should ask his group of close friends… or call his manager later. That guy seemed to have been in many relationships; he should be quite experienced.

But Xie He-ting didn’t show any signs of dislike.

Without Shi Jixing even noticing, a small smile spread across his face.

The viewers in their live stream took a sharp breath when they saw that smile.

The CP feeling is through the roof, family!!!

I’m definitely shipping this pair!

Shi Jixing steadied his mind and prepared to start the car.

Just as the car slid off the asphalt, a roaring engine sound bit up from behind, like the sound of thunder waking up memories. Xie He-ting instinctively turned his head, his gaze spilling out the window. A silver-white sports car charged out directly from the rear like an arrow. Jin Huaifeng’s cold and indifferent profile flashed past.

Is he crazy? Charging out like that, he almost brushed Shi’s car!

What’s the big deal about having a sports car?

Uh, a Porsche 918 Spyder with a worldwide limited release and a launch price of over ten million… it seems like it is a pretty big deal.

Although… but he is so handsome…

What??? Over ten million???

Wait, why did Jin Huaifeng stop???

The silver sports car came to a stop just ten meters in front of Shi Jixing.

Jin Huaifeng pushed the door open, holding a bag in his hand.

Brother Jin’s face doesn’t look good. Is he going to start a fight?

Who? Who provoked the Young Master again???

No one, right? He wasn’t even seen first thing this morning.

Oh haha, fight! Fight!

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