The house prices in Odense were cheaper than in Copenhagen. With this money, the guests could finally get rid of the miserable situation of sleeping on the streets. They booked two suites, one for men and one for women.
After hanging out together for so many days, everyone was already familiar with each other.
Qi Xingchen went straight to the bathroom and blocked the door. "I'll take a shower first!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Zhang Yunfei didn't care. "Hurry up and take a shower.
I'm going to stink after spending the whole day in the car. "
"Okay!" Qi Xingchen ran in quickly.
Fortunately, there was a mirror when he went in. He took off his shirt and turned around.
In the mirror, there were more than ten purple bruises on his back. They were all caused by the stones when he was lying on the ground and performing.
In order to maintain his balance, he had to be focused while holding the umbrella, so he didn't feel the pain until he was counting the money.
After lying down for so long, the dents caused by the stones were very deep. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good to sleep.
He rushed under the shower and took a quick shower. He put on his pants and put his arms behind his back, trying to rub the bruises away.
Knock, knock, knock. The bathroom door suddenly rang.
I'll wait a little longer. "
"No." A low and magnetic male voice sounded. "It's me, Bai Ye."
The bathroom in the hotel was dry and wet. If he wanted to go to the bathroom, he could go outside. Was he in a hurry to wash his face?
"… Please wait a moment. I'm not done yet."
From the voice, Bai Ye guessed that he was done washing and his clothes should be able to be worn.
Therefore, he didn't plan to be long-winded and said directly, "I'm coming in."
After that, the door handle made a metallic sound as it was twisted.
Qi Xingchen's nerves were also twisted. In a hurry, he picked up his jacket and covered his chest!
Bai Ye, who came in, was speechless.
In the bathroom, the cold white light made the boy's skin white and almost transparent.
The curve of his thin jawline was beautiful. Under his slender neck, the lines of his collarbone could be seen.
His exposed upper and lower arms were very thin, but not as thin as a stick of firewood. The lines of his muscles were smooth, and it was obvious that he paid a lot of attention to exercise.
Seeing him come in at this time, the boy's cheeks were visibly flushed, and it was gradually spreading to his neck.
"… What are you trying to do? Hurry up." Qi Xingchen took a step back. "I haven't dried my hair yet!"
Bai Ye raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you not afraid of being seen?"
When Bai Ye helped him pull up his clothes, he had said, "It's okay. Boys are not afraid of looking." He did not expect this person to hold a grudge. Qi Xingchen gritted his teeth.
Seeing him deflated, Bai Ye's smile deepened. He finally let him go and asked, "Is your back injury serious?"
"That's not important." Bai Ye let go of his arms and shook the small bottle in his hand. "What's important is that you can't apply the medicine yourself."
Qi Xingchen glanced at the small bottle. He had seen it before. It was the medicine oil that Bai Ye bought last night.
Last night, Bai Ye did not know whether it was a cut or a sprain, so he bought two bottles of all kinds of medicine.
"Turn around," Bai Ye said. "I'll apply it for you."
Qi Xingchen's ears were burning. "Thank you, but it's okay. I'll do it myself."
"You don't want to disturb Brother Yunfei's shower, right?"
"Then listen to me," Bai Ye said.
There was no other way. It was not good for the two of them to be in a stalemate.
Bai Ye was right. The bruises were on his back, and he could not rub them himself.
So Qi Xingchen pressed down on his clothes with one hand and held the edge of the sink with the other. Very humiliated, he turned around.
Bai Ye had achieved a temporary victory. He poured the medicine oil into his palm, rubbed it twice, and slapped Qi Xingchen's shoulder.
Had this young master applied medicine for others before?
Bai Ye's mother was a businesswoman, and his father was in politics. Since he was young, he had been taken care of by his mother.
He debuted at the age of 17 and won the Best Newcomer Award with only one debut song. He became a hot new star. His agent, assistant, and bodyguard treated him like a Buddha.
Not to mention applying medicine for others, his own injuries were treated by others. He had no experience in this area.
However, he could feel that his method was wrong. He softened his strength and rubbed slowly.
The boy's protruding back was like the curve of a musical note. It was full of rhythmic beauty.
Bai Ye's strength was even lighter. After more than ten minutes, he was finally done.
He had to admit that the medicine oil was very effective. When it was time to sleep, he did not feel any pain on his back.
Qi Xingchen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He felt as if there was a stone pressing down on his heart. He kept feeling that he should say something to Bai Ye.
However, he did not know how to start. He had already thanked him, and there was no point in saying more.
He took out his phone from under his pillow and thought for a long time in front of Bai Ye's profile picture.
He typed a line and deleted it. He typed another line and deleted it.
Bai Ye and his agent finalized the next schedule on WeChat. He wanted to remind his little fan to try not to press his back when he slept. He opened the chat and saw the message: [The other party is typing …]
Three minutes passed. [The other party is typing …]
Eight minutes passed. [The other party is typing …]
"…" Bai Ye was speechless. This person would not write a letter of praise for him, would he?
Then it was better not to. Bai Ye simply typed one word: [Speak.]
Xing Xing: [I just wanted to. Erm, thank you.]
Xing Xing: [Okay, then I won't disturb your rest. Goodnight.]
Bai Ye looked at the two words "Goodnight" and felt much more relaxed. He was about to lock the screen and go to sleep.
Xing Xing: [Can I ask, why are you so good to me?]
Bai Ye thought of the boy biting his lower lip and insisting on not extending his arm, his sparkling eyes when performing acrobatics, and his waistline when he bent over.
Bai Ye replied: [I dote on my fans.]
With the money that Qi Xingchen earned, the remaining three days were not too good, but they were not short of money either.
They walked around every day, and it was harmonious and happy.
On the last day of the trip, when it was time to buy gifts for the fans, Zhang Yunfei said, "Xing Xing, you choose first."
The number of shares of the gift lottery directly determined whether there would be a personal reward on the next trip.
The money for the gifts was all earned by Qi Xingchen, so it was understandable that Zhang Yunfei let him choose first, and everyone agreed.
However, Qi Xingchen shook his head. "I'm not buying it. I plan to give the umbrellas and plates that I use for my performances to my fans … Don't laugh at Qiu Man, that's what I rely on for my livelihood!"
"Okay, okay, okay, I won't laugh."
Hearing that Qi Xingchen was going to give the discounted umbrella and broken plate to his fans, Luo Qiuman couldn't help laughing. Probably not many fans would want this.
In fact, Qi Xingchen also knew that this gift was shabby, but he had his own considerations.
If he took the money to choose a gift first, not only would it be disrespectful to the seniors, but if his gift really got into the top three shares, it would be too ostentatious.
He did want to become popular in a short period of time. He had already been in the limelight for the first episode, and he had to give others some benefits.
If he attracted the hatred of the other guests, they would hire the Internet Water Army to smear him in the dark. He was alone and couldn't find a way to clear his name.
Therefore, he had to give when it was time to give and when it was time to take. This was the experience he had summed up after many calculations.
Seeing that he insisted on not buying a gift, everyone stopped persuading him and rushed to the mall to choose.
There wasn't much money left. Everyone had about 100 kronor to spend, and it depended on whose gift was more creative and thoughtful.
Everyone chose, and Qi Xingchen didn't stay idle. Yesterday, Qi Yuji called and said that she wanted a Danish specialty.
Actually, she didn't have any specialty, but she wanted "a specialty that her brother bought."
Qi Xingchen bought Qi Yuji a small decoration and a painting.
In the end, he felt that it wasn't practical enough, so he bought her a new bag from a niche brand.
Qi Yuji was still worried and called. "Xing Xing, you didn't forget my gift, did you?"
"What did you say, Yuji?" Father Qi's voice came through the phone.
Qi Yuji covered the receiver. "Xing Xing bought me a gift. Hahahaha! Dad, you didn't!"
Qi Yuji was so pleased that her voice couldn't help but be louder than usual, and Qi Xingchen heard it all.
He suddenly remembered how Father Qi had lied about sending him off before he left. Resigned to his fate, he turned back and picked out a tie for Father Qi and a pair of shirt cuff clips for Qi Yunxiao.
After doing all this, Qi Xingchen, who didn't have an agent to help him maintain his interpersonal relationships, chose a gift for everyone on the show.
The director's gift was more expensive, followed by the assistant director, the cameraman, and so on. He didn't leave out the small crew either.
The female guests bought trinkets with local characteristics, while Zhang Yunfei bought an oil painting album.
When it came to Bai Ye, he was in a dilemma.
In Bai Ye's heart, he was his fan, so he had to treat him differently.
In his heart, he now owed Bai Ye two favors, so he couldn't just buy blindly.
He walked around twice, and finally caught his attention in a handmade shop. He took out his AirPods and walked in.