211: If I'm not your brother, what gives you the right?!

Everything proceeded as planned, and soon a day and a half passed.

Monday, 4:30 PM.

Chen Fang and Du Yunxiang were playing video games in the living room on the first floor of his villa.

After he finished recording "moonlight" at the company today, he checked the time and it was only two o'clock, so he first went to the "legend of fong sai-yuk" film crew, chatted with the director and others for a while, picked up Du Yunxiang, and returned to the villa together to wait for Yu Mengmeng and Jiang Haotian to come over for dinner in the evening.

Du Yunxiang pressed the controller, steered the race car across the finish line, placed the controller on the coffee table, and stretched, "I'm not playing anymore, I'll rest for a bit."

Chen Fang asked in confusion, "You've only been playing for fifteen minutes, and you want to rest already?"

"Something came up," Du Yunxiang said, picking up his phone, his thumb caressing the edge of the phone, his lips slightly pursed as he stared at the screen.

Chen Fang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Whose message are you waiting for?"

"Hmm, a friend… or to be precise, a potential romantic interest," Du Yunxiang shrugged helplessly, placing his hand on his knee, "I'm not like you; I can date, as long as I don't cause any negative news."

Chen Fang also put down his controller, "Who is it?"

"Zhao Wen, she's an actress, do you know her?"

"No, I don't. A potential romantic interest, so you're almost dating, right? Why the long face?"

"The ambiguous stage is so hard. Waiting for the other person to reply doesn't feel good at all." Du Yunxiang looked out the window, "She might be quite emotionally reserved and doesn't use chat apps much, so she's not very proactive."

"Tsk, don't tell me you're unrequitedly in love but think it's mutual?"

"I'm not Song Yu; my understanding of relationships is fine," Du Yunxiang picked up his phone, opened his photo album, "Look, these slippers were even given by her."

Chen Fang took the phone and saw a picture of brown bear plush slippers.

Du Yunxiang swiped left on the screen, "And this razor..."

Chen Fang watched as one cartoon-style item after another scrolled across the screen, and suddenly realized, "I knew it! You used a cartoon phone case for two days; that was also from her, wasn't it?"

Du Yunxiang gave an embarrassed smile, "Sigh, appearance isn't important; the thought is what counts."

Chen Fang raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand; shouldn't gifts be something the other person likes?

He turned off his phone screen and continued, "I want to give her a gift now. Do you have any suggestions?"

"No, I haven't dated, so I don't understand. I only know how to give gifts to friends."

Du Yunxiang raised an eyebrow, "No way? You've never dated? Or are you saying anything under 22 is just playing house and rehearsal?"

"Really never. You're amazing, tell me your experience, I'll learn." Chen Fang's expression was sincere.

Seeing that he wasn't joking, Du Yunxiang patted his chest and said, "Call me 'Godfather,' and I guarantee I'll help you win over a pretty girl."

Chen Fang chuckled, "I'm going to the bathroom first. We can talk when I get back."

With that, he walked into the bathroom. As soon as he sat down, he heard the doorbell ring. "Can you get that for me?"

"Alright, my good son."

Du Yunxiang stood up, walked to the video doorbell screen, tapped it, and the next moment saw a girl in a white shirt waving at the camera, a brilliant smile on her face.

The girl had fair skin, crescent-shaped apricot eyes that sparkled like water, and smooth long hair flowing over her shoulders. Her right hand was raised to ear level as she waved, "Open the door, open the door!"

Wow, she's beautiful. But why does she look a little familiar?

"Hmm?" Du Yunxiang couldn't help but utter a question.

The next moment, the girl's smile on the screen instantly vanished. She picked up her hat to cover her face, took a step back, and looked to the side, seemingly confirming the house number.

Du Yunxiang realized he had been a bit abrupt and quickly added, "You're here to see Chen Fang, right? He's in the bathroom. I'm his friend; I'll open the door for him."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, that's right. Please open the door."

Du Yunxiang walked to the door and opened it, finding the girl pressing her lips together, struggling to lift a long, rectangular box taller than herself from a small cart.

"Let me help you."

"Thank you." The girl stepped back, tucked her hair behind her ear, "You're Teacher Du Yunxiang, right? Hello, I'm Yue Qingzhu."

Du Yunxiang's mouth slightly opened, and he blinked rapidly.

Looking closely, it was indeed Yue Qingzhu.

He didn't pay much attention to singers anyway, and combined with that smiling face just now being a bit different from Yue Qingzhu's usual photos, he really hadn't recognized her.

It seems her public persona and reality are quite different.

Du Yunxiang helped her lift the box and walked into the house, "What's this?"

"A gift for Chen Fang."

Only then did Du Yunxiang realize.

So the person Chen Fang said would come over this evening was her.

But Du Yunxiang didn't think much of it; they were from the same company and both singers, so it was normal for them to have some interaction, right?

Just as he put the box down, Chen Fang walked back into the living room, "You're here."

Yue Qingzhu placed her hat on the sofa, rubbed her shoulders, and nodded, "Ah, I'm exhausted. This thing is really heavy."

Chen Fang walked towards the kitchen, "What would you like to drink first?"

"What do you have to drink?" Yue Qingzhu followed him.

"Have a seat for a bit," Chen Fang said to Du Yunxiang, tilting his head, and then walked into the kitchen, with Yue Qingzhu following him in.

Du Yunxiang looked bewildered. What was going on with these two? He curiously shuffled a few steps towards the kitchen doorway.

He saw Chen Fang open a cabinet, "There's orange juice, soda, peach juice, and so on. What do you want to drink?"

"I don't want to drink anything. I want ice cream."

Chen Fang closed the cabinet door and opened the refrigerator.

Yue Qingzhu tugged at the back of his shirt, "Let me choose, please."

Chen Fang made space.

Yue Qingzhu rummaged around and pulled out a large tub of ice cream.

"You're wearing so little; you'll get cold eating that."

"This one's delicious."

"Should I find you a jacket? I have some from brands that have been washed but not worn yet."

"Oh, yes."

Du Yunxiang watched their interaction, his eyes gradually widening. No, buddy, this isn't right, is it?

Seeing Chen Fang about to come out, he stepped forward, lowered his voice, "You, you still want me to teach you? You should teach me."

"What are you talking about? We're still just friends." With that, Chen Fang walked into the walk-in closet.

On the other side, Yue Qingzhu also walked to the sofa and sat down, opened the ice cream lid, and started eating the ice cream.

Du Yunxiang glanced at her.

Forget it, she's just good-looking, more proactive, and has a good figure.

She looks like she'd be annoying, so childish, what's so good about her?

As he thought this, Chen Fang's voice came from behind him, "How about this Morning Sunshine jacket? I haven't worn it."

"Thank you." Yue Qingzhu put down the ice cream and closed the lid. She stood up, put on the jacket, walked to the box, squatted down, pointed at the box, and looked back with a smile, "This is for you. See if you like it?"

Chen Fang took out a pair of scissors, squatted down, and opened the long box, his eyes immediately lighting up.

A long spear with a black hilt and silver tip lay inside, its spearhead adorned with patterns.

"Holy cow." Du Yunxiang couldn't help but exclaim, looking at Yue Qingzhu, then at Chen Fang. No, buddy, how did you get this?

Why do you get a spear as a gift?! All I get are cartoon stuff?! What the heck?!

Du Yunxiang bit his lower lip.

In front of him, Chen Fang picked up the spear, gripped the hilt tightly, took a few steps back, and twirled the spear left and right, the air whistling with the sound of it cutting through the air.

This spear probably weighed eleven or twelve pounds, a moderate weight, perfect for practicing spear techniques at home.

"You can't take this out, can you?"

Yue Qingzhu pointed to the edge of the box, "It's best not to. Although it's unsharpened and considered a craft item, and it even has a certificate. But taking it out might lead to questioning. Just practice in the yard or the gym."

"Okay, thank you. I really like this gift." Chen Fang took out the spear stand from the box and placed it against the wall in the living room.

Du Yunxiang, standing by, looked at the gleaming silver spear, completely numb.

You, kid, don't even know how to give gifts? How did you get this?!

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