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Hehe so to save everyone from potential embarrassment, let’s make this chapter PG-13 just in case.  You know, if anyone caught you reading this at work or school they might throw you some weird looks so… just in case ah. Nothing much happens but Lime suggested it so… just to be safe🙈

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Thinking of deer Fei Fei

Chapter 8

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Among the group of trainees, Fei Chang belonged to the type that wasn’t good at dancing. This wasn’t modesty, but simple mathematical common sense.
With a height of one meter ninety-five and a lateral arm length of two meters, when everyone made an action at the same time- such as lowering the hand and then raise it- Fei Chang always spent half a second more than the rest.

In everyday life, no one noticed this half a second, but in a group dance, every move needed to be uniform, and Fei Chang’s constant “half-a-beat behind” immediately turned him the black sheep, earning much criticism from the dance instructor.

Fei Chang also wanted to improve, so he strived to practice dancing in private.

Whose dance did he practice ah??

Obviously his idol’s dance.

How to dance his idol’s dance ah?

Obviously, it was… hehehe, so that he can dance with his idol.

《Possessed》was a song that Fei Chang had practiced dancing who knows how many times. The moves were not only spot on, but also extremely tense. His facial expression was not only fitting, but also especially charming.

The 1.95-meter big boy revealed his charm in front of the camera lens without any qualms. A woman’s allure and a man’s toughness combined in his body, his every move making people completely unable to look away.

Out of harmony? Indeed it was out of harmony. However, it wasn’t the vulgar and ridiculous kind, but rather it was like a fierce collision of colors.

—Not everyone who wore dyed clothes could go and walk the catwalk, one still needed to look at their face.

And it so happened that Fei Chang had a very good-looking face.

In his fantasy, he held Chen Yue Yang’s face. In the original dance, Chen Yue Yang embraced the woman and bowed his head for a gentle fake kiss. But Fei Chang was so tall it would look very fake for him to raise his head to “receive the kiss.” Therefore, he took the initiative to bow his head and sniff the other’s hair.

When would he really be able to sniff his senior brother’s hair ah?

The song ended quickly, and the panting Fei Chang stood at the center of the practice room with his hands on his hips. Yu Ji was dumbstruck. Fei Chang thought he wasn’t satisfied.

“No no no, it was especially good!”

How had this child not debuted yet ah, Yu Ji couldn’t wait to see him occupying the hot search every day.

After Yu Ji left, Fei Chang, who was sweating from head to toe, planned to take a shower. There was a bathroom on the same floor as the practice room, so that it was convenient for everyone who danced to wash after practicing. The bathroom was divided into two parts, a changing room in the outer part and a shower room in the inner part. In the shower room there was a row of individual showers separated by frosted glass, which not only protected everyone’s privacy, but also each shower had a set of basic toiletries, Fei Chang just needed to prepare a towel.

Fei Chang stripped himself naked in the changing room. The big giraffe flicked his little giraffe and headed towards the shower room.

It was the afternoon, so the shower rooms were for the most part empty, with only the sound of flowing water coming from a single shower. As Fei Chang walked by that shower, the sound of water inside suddenly stopped.  The next second, the frosted glass door was pushed open from the inside.

Steam gushed out, and the dense water vapor wrapped around a thin, tall, male figure that walked into Fei Chang’s line of sight.

It was his senior brother.

Chen Yue Yang.

The man who always appeared full of vitality and sex appeal in front of the camera came out from washing his gorgeous “wrapping,” leaving only his neat and fresh true self. The water temperature was hot, so a faint blush covered him from head to toe, his moist hair comfortably hanging down, making him look younger than his actual age.

Undried water drops slid down his forehead, caressing his cheeks, kissing his collarbones, liking the flushed chest, and finally slipping into the bath towel following along the mermaid line.

—Oh my lord!

Fei Chang’s giraffe heart bumped in confusion.

—Wasn’t this like a lotus flower breaking the water surface?¹

Chen Yue Yang smiled.

Without gorgeous eyeliner, no exquisite makeup, and no beautiful colored contact lenses, his smile seemed completely pure.

He seized up Fei Chang, looking from top to bottom, openly and unabashedly.

“Taking a shower?” Chen Yue Yang asked.

Fei Chang stammered: “En-en-en-en-en-en-en…”

Chen Yue Yang turned his head to look at the shower behind him: “Use this one, I just finished showering so it’s very warm inside.”

Not knowing what Fei Chang thought of, he hurriedly pressed the little towel he was holding in his chest onto his little giraffe.

“Thank-thank-thank-thank-thank you senior brother…”

The giraffe brushed past the Tibetan antelope walking with the same arm and leg in unison² and stiffly walked into the seaming shower.

“Wait.” Chen Yue Yang turned around.

“Ah?”

“Don’t use the 9.90 yuan shampoo supplied by the company, your hair texture is very similar to mine, use my shampoo.

“Oh…”

Fei Chang took the shampoo bottle like he was respectfully receiving an imperial edict. He took a quick glimpse, everything was in English, he was unable to understand it. The things used by senior brother were expensive for sure!

The frosted glass door closed slowly, breaking their visual contact. Fei Chang turned on the shower head to wet his hair. Then he reverently opened the shampoo bottle’s cap, reverently squeezed the shampoo into the palm of his hand, and reverently rubbed the whole upper part of his head.

This was senior brother’s scent!

It was on every hair!

Fei Chang sniffed from himself the same scent as his senior brother’s scent, he wanted to climb on top of himself.

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I wouldn’t mind it if the chapter was accompanied by images…. ehem… for translation accuracy purposes…

Also, from now on, let’s call this kind of situation a ‘little giraffe situation’, you know, just in case sth similar were to happen and I had to warn you… who knows ah🙈

This chapter was out in advance since I traded places with Lime cuz WMMM wasn’t ready yet, but schedule will still be on Saturdays as usual. Have a nice weekend^^

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Footnotes:

^{1: 出水芙蓉 (chūshuǐfúróng) – surpassingly beautiful (our  FC is so poetic xd instead of directly saying he’s so damn hot!).}

^{2: 同手同脚 – lit. same hand same leg. Do you know when in anime a character gets so nervous they start walking uncoordinatedly advancing with the arm and leg of the same side at the same time? Kinda like a military march? It’s exactly that (wasn’t sure if it was clear >.<).}

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