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The night deepened.

From the moment Xu Qingyan got into the car, he had been reminiscing about the taste of the duck blood and vermicelli soup, silently estimating how much he could eat later and considering quietly asking the owner to put in less vermicelli.

Actually, even if he honestly admitted he had already eaten, it wouldn't have mattered.

But Lin Wanzhou was successful in her challenge today, he didn't want to disappoint the young girl. Having no appetite when you've agreed to eat together is a bit of a mood dampener.

The car stopped at a familiar traffic light, and Lin Wanzhou turned her head, her body slightly tilted. When her gaze met his, she blinked, seemingly eager to share something.

"Do you know? I was so nervous when I got on stage today."

"Aren't you ranked second? And you were nervous?" Xu Qingyan joined in the conversation, earnestly engaging with the young girl and praising her achievements.

At his words, Lin Wanzhou fluttered her eyelashes shyly.

"I didn't expect it either... It still feels a bit unbelievable. I was just hoping not to get eliminated, but I actually got second!"

If you're always comfortable chatting with someone, like a fish to water, it is mostly because the other person is quite accommodating. Being accommodating isn't necessarily about having greater ability, it could also be about sincerity.

But if you're always uncomfortable talking to someone, don't doubt it, they are likely a dumbass.

"You're quite amazing too or else you wouldn't have defeated them." Xu Qingyan glanced at his phone's navigation, corrected their position, "Right?"

"It's not exactly like that, the coaches are really strong. It was all thanks to the song you wrote." Her face was flushed, "After Coach Hou finished singing, I was almost scared to death."

"There were a total of eight hundred votes, and Coach Hou got seven hundred and twenty-six of them."

The green light turned on, and the car slowly moved forward.

The streetlights were dim and dusky, their light passing through obscuring leaves and casting mottled shadows on the ground. The car tires rolled over the patches of light, the crimson tail lights flickering.

Xu Qingyan drove while listening to Lin Wanzhou talk more than usual. Her eyes blinked with increasing frequency, and her face grew redder.

"At first, when you suggested incorporating the weather forecast into the song, I felt a bit confused, but now I understand what you meant." She said.

"The effect on stage was really great, when the lights went out, it felt like it was actually raining."

As Xu Qingyan drove, "I just thought adding a weather forecast might make it more interesting, I mentioned it offhand, it was just a fluke."

"Intuition is a form of aesthetic talent, you don't have to be so modest." Lin Wanzhou finished speaking, then hesitated, "By the way, I don't have to perform tomorrow, I just need to watch in the studio."

"Is it her turn to challenge tomorrow? Tomorrow's competition might be even more intense, and the difficulty level might be higher."

"She" naturally referred to Pei Muchan.

"Indeed, because of the competition format." Xu Qingyan didn't criticize the show producers in front of Lin Wanzhou, "The producers probably just wanted her to show her face from the start."

"Ah? What should we do then?" Lin Wanzhou frowned slightly.

She wasn't foolish; although she wasn't particularly fond of Pei Muchan, there wasn't any real conflict at the end of the day. At least they had shared the same space at one point, and naturally, she hoped Pei Muchan could advance.

Moreover, if Pei Muchan couldn't advance, she would most likely return to Xinghai and wouldn't come to Jianye again. But Lin Wanzhou would have to fly to Jianye to record the show next week, and Xu Qingyan too...

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, the producers didn't make it clear at the time, but it won't end in a loss." Xu Qingyan steered the wheel, turning onto another street.

"Have you chosen your song yet?" She asked.

"Mm."

Once they arrived, as Xu Qingyan ordered, he softly told the server to put less vermicelli in his portion.

"Okay."

The server noted it efficiently but paused briefly, perplexed.
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This handsome guy, where had she seen him before?

The restaurant was busy, and the server didn't usually remember regular customers. Yet Xu Qingyan struck her with a sense of recent familiarity; she looked over.

Lin Wanzhou sat at the table, donning a black mask and hat, only her attractive eyes visible.

"Oh, a returning customer."

This remark about a returning customer caught Xu Qingyan off guard; thankfully, they were far enough from their seats. With the noisy environment inside the restaurant, Lin Wanzhou couldn't hear a thing; otherwise, it would have been really awkward.

Huh? She really remembered him!

As they waited for their meal, they chatted about other things, and when the duck blood and vermicelli soup was served, Lin Wanzhou glanced at Xu Qingyan's bowl, then at her own.

"Why are our portions different?"

"Oh, I don't like vermicelli much, so I asked them to put in a bit less." Xu Qingyan maintained his composure, "I've heard this place has really good duck blood and vermicelli soup."

"Yes, the reviews all say it's delicious. The main branch and the branches taste different." Lin Wanzhou took off her mask, was about to start eating, then suddenly looked up and asked.

"Won't you be hungry?"

The duck blood and vermicelli soup was generous with its ingredients, and the rising steam filled the space between them on the table, momentarily blurring the girl's visage, her eyelashes faintly visible.

For an instant, it was as if he had returned to his school days, sitting at adjacent desks, back when her chest was slightly raised.

"No, I won't be. If I'm still hungry afterwards, we can get something else." Xu Qingyan poked his chopsticks into the bowl, disguising his momentary distraction; he wasn't hungry anyway.

Under his insistent request, there was only a thin layer of vermicelli at the bottom of his bowl. He picked out the duck blood and liver to eat first and then, as a show, swallowed down the vermicelli at the end.

Sipping the soup slowly, biding time.

Suddenly, Lin Wanzhou put down her chopsticks and quietly asked.

"Do you like duck blood?"

At her question, he looked up and saw the cautious look in the young girl's eyes, and the duck blood in her bowl. He noticed all the vermicelli had been eaten.