The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21.2

Qi Ming had been listening with a smile, but his expression faltered slightly at her last sentence. He reached out with his other hand and lightly stroked her hair. “Thank you. Hearing you say that makes me very happy already.”

While writing her personalized signature, Qi Ming drew a small rabbit at the end. When asked why, he blinked. “Yuqi is very cute when she cries, just like a rabbit. Of course, you are even cuter when you are not crying. Remember to smile the next time we meet.”

Who could refuse a man like that?

Certainly not Jin Youxing, who was sitting nearby. While his eyes were on the fans in front of him, his ears were busy eavesdropping on their conversation. He could not help but click his tongue in his mind. Wow, he is way too good at fan service! He is practically stealing their souls!

Following that, regardless of which member the fans officially supported, every single one of them was left blushing and breathless by Qi Ming’s charms. When a handsome man holds your hand, looks into your eyes, and says “I love you,” who wouldn’t be dazed?

Many solo fans who had previously disliked Qi Ming because of aggressive “shipper” fans had to admit the man’s charm. Although the official visual of Lumos was Bian He, whose fox-like eyes gave him an ethereal, androgynous beauty, Qi Ming’s features were more masculine and well-defined. His mixed-race look was not traditionally the type most favored by Korean women, who currently trended toward delicate, flower-boy aesthetics. However, once they stood face-to-face with him, they realized they could not maintain eye contact for more than thirty seconds without falling in love. Those emerald green eyes were lethal.

Beyond holding hands and taking polaroids, fans played small games like the five-second staring contest, aegyo penalties, or trying to make each other laugh. They asked the members to do cute “challenge” dances or asked tricky questions.

“Lately, I have started liking another idol. To prevent that from happening, why don’t you try to stop me?” one fan challenged.

Qi Ming enjoyed these creative interactions so much that he completely forgot this was a job. The Jasmines were experts at giving compliments, and their praise made him radiant. He cooperated with every photo pose and occasionally improvised his own.

The numbers moved quickly until they reached 222. This time, a tall man stepped up. Among the crowd of stylish, wealthy female fans, he stood out significantly. His oversized black fan shirt made his frame look somewhat thin, and straight bangs obscured his eyes. From the moment he stood up to the moment he reached the stage, his gaze never left Qi Ming.

Qi Ming had a deep impression of this person. It was he who had stood in the front row at the concert, holding a massive, uniquely designed poster of Qi Ming.

“Did you make the poster yourself?” Qi Ming asked.

The man nodded, his expression hidden by his hair. Qi Ming noticed him lick his dry lips before speaking in a cold tone. “My name is Jiang Minhe. Can you hold that snow leopard plushie and make a heart with me? Then, please say to me, ‘I love you very much, you are the only one I love.'”

So the beautiful snow leopard plushie had been a gift from him. Since he was a Jasmine, Qi Ming treated him with the same warmth he showed everyone else. He did not show any surprise or judgment, even though the request came from a man.

“Of course,” Qi Ming said. He picked up the plushie from the top of the box and stood up, walking to the front of the table. He leaned toward the man and offered one side of the leopard. “Minhe, hold it with me.”

Catching a faint scent of Qi Ming’s perfume, Jiang Minhe’s nostrils flared slightly. He obediently held the plushie with him. Then, he slowly raised a hand and pointed to a camera in the front row. “Please look over there.”

With their shoulders pressed together and the plushie between them, Qi Ming extended his left hand to complete a heart with Jiang Minhe. As the flash went off, Qi Ming leaned in slightly and whispered into the man’s ear, “Minhe, I love you very much. You are the only one I love.”

The moment the words were spoken, Qi Ming saw the man’s pale ears turn a vivid crimson. He arched an eyebrow; for someone who acted so cold, his body was remarkably honest.

“Thank you,” Jiang Minhe said, bowing deeply and sincerely.

While Qi Ming was writing the signature, Jiang Minhe suddenly asked, “Does your company allow you to accept gifts during this fansign?”

“Why? Do you want to give me a gift?” Qi Ming did not stop writing, signing his name with a flourish. Generally, the company did not have strict rules against small items, but props like headbands and plushies were usually returned to the fans after the event.

“Yes. Can you keep this?” Jiang Minhe pointed to the plushie resting on Qi Ming’s lap.

The plushie felt exceptionally high-quality, with fur that looked almost real and a set of emerald-encrusted eyes that made it stand out from any ordinary toy. Qi Ming hesitated, not answering immediately. He had promised to treat all fans equally.

Seeing the change in the man’s expression, Jiang Minhe quickly lowered his head. His voice dropped to a low, gravelly tone. “It is not good enough. If you do not want it, just throw it away.”

After that statement of utter dejection, the man did not look up again. He took the signed note and moved to the next table. His mood was clearly dampened as he perfunctorily asked Bian He a question. Qi Ming watched him go, feeling thoughtful. He put the plushie back into the box and composed himself for the next fan.

The subsequent interactions were pleasant, as the Jasmines were all beautiful and charming. Qi Ming put significant effort into making every signature unique.

When the final person stepped onto the stage, Qi Ming was genuinely startled. It was another man. As soon as the man reached him, he slapped a piece of paper onto the table and said aggressively, “Give me your contact information.”

A stir went through the crowd below. Many fans would secretly ask if their idol could leave a number on a paper, and the answer was always a polite “I am sorry, I cannot.”

But Qi Ming looked at the paper, picked up his pen, and fluently wrote a string of digits. When he finished, he held the paper between his index and middle fingers and offered it. As the man reached for it, Qi Ming playfully pulled back and smiled. “Is Zhao Encan a fan of mine?”

Seeing Qi Ming’s teasing grin, Zhao Encan’s face turned red, and he suddenly became awkward. “Is that even a question? Who else would I support besides you? I watched you become famous!”

On the day they said goodbye in the university lecture hall, Qi Ming had vanished for an entire month. The class monitor only said he had taken a leave of absence for personal matters. No matter how much Encan asked, no one would tell him the real reason. By the time Qi Ming returned, there was no opportunity to talk to him. Over the next three years, Qi Ming was constantly busy, disappearing the second the bell rang. He was mysterious, and no one knew what he was doing. That planned barbecue dinner for two had never happened. Qi Ming had even changed his phone number, and Encan lost contact with him completely.

Encan had carried a sense of resentment over this, but more than resentment, it was sadness. He did not know where this emotion came from. He had many good friends from university who he had lost touch with due to different careers and cities, but he never felt that sense of sudden abandonment with them. It was not until he accidentally saw the debut music video for Lumos on Instagram that he saw that familiar face again. Even after all this time, he still lost himself the moment he saw Qi Ming’s eyes, just as he had during their first meeting in the dormitory stairwell.

On the first day of university at D University, Encan’s parents did not have time to drop him off. He reported for duty alone, carrying bags and suitcases. His assigned room was on the sixth floor. He was carrying a suitcase in each hand and a massive storage bag filled with heavy blankets and pillows on his back. He had to focus entirely on the stairs and could not see what was ahead of him. Suddenly, a tall, sturdy guy burst out of a door, seemingly in a hurry to go downstairs. One of the guy’s muscular arms brushed against the top of Encan’s head, causing him to lose his footing. The heavy bag on his back made it impossible to stabilize himself.

Just as Encan thought he was going to be injured on his first day, the weight on his back lightened, and a steady palm supported his right shoulder. Encan turned his head and met a pair of emerald green eyes. No Korean person had eyes that color, and the young man’s features were deep and striking. Is he a foreigner? Encan wondered, unaware that he was staring.

The young man did not seem to mind the stare. He easily lifted the bag and smiled, the corners of his eyes turning up slightly. “Please be careful.”

His Seoul accent was perfect, and his voice was deep and resonant. Encan thought he would be a great singer. That was the first time Zhao Encan met Qi Ming.

Looking at that same emerald green gaze now, which was even more dazzling than before, Encan’s throat felt tight. Following Qi Ming’s journey until now, Encan had to admit they lived in two different worlds. Qi Ming was destined for the big stage, to be the center of attention and a shining star in the hearts of countless people.

While Encan was lost in his emotions, Qi Ming spoke first. “Is Encan still angry with me? Because I did not tell you I was becoming a trainee.”

He truly was a top-tier idol; despite the years of silence, Qi Ming spoke with an air of effortless familiarity. Encan shook his head. “You only owe me a barbecue dinner. This time, you have to treat me. We have a deal, do not forget it.”

Qi Ming arched an eyebrow in surprise. The boy had remembered a single dinner for this long. He reached out and slapped Encan’s shoulder, agreeing readily. “It is fine even if you empty my wallet.”

Throughout the interaction, Qi Ming made no effort to hide that they were former classmates. He did this intentionally, fearing that if he were too secretive, the fans might attack Encan online.

Having secured Qi Ming’s contact information, Encan felt satisfied. He told Qi Ming that he had not pursued acting but had become a civil servant instead.

“Really? Our Encan is so impressive! I guess I have connections now!”

Encan turned red under Qi Ming’s gaze and waved his hands frantically. “It is not that impressive. I am just working at the grassroots level. But if you really need help, I will do my best! And for today’s performance, I was watching you from the crowd. Honestly, it was amazing. I really liked it.”

As he spoke, Encan’s voice suddenly trailed off. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Qi Ming’s reaction. He muttered a hurried goodbye and fled the stage in a clumsy, hunched-over manner, forgetting to even ask the other members for their signatures.

Watching the figure disappear through the exit, Qi Ming narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue softly. Beside him, Cui Yuxuan held up a polaroid camera, wearing dark gray wolf ears as he posed with a fan. He was smiling brilliantly, showing off his sharp canine tooth again.

Damn it. I really want to bite that brat who was acting so close to my man. Why does he have to smile so beautifully at him?