Seated in the bathtub, Fang Juexia hesitated over whether to break the news to Pei Tingsong first, or to sneak a look at his side account instead.
Since even Ling Yi had followed it, there shouldnât be anything in the side account he couldnât look at ba.
The group chat continued to ping, for Lu Yuan and Jiang Miao seemed to have also seen the conversation.
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: Shit, fortunately, when Ling Yi stole my spicy strips and ate them the day before yesterday, I got so angry that I unfriended and blacklisted Ling Yi! Iâm so wise, please call me a prophet! Iâm afraid that even in his dreams, Xiao Pei wouldnât have imagined heâd be unmasked by Ling Yi hahahaha, mutual pit babies, mutual pit babies, one vine and two melons maybe]
[Water Water Water: Yiyi, actually if you hadnât unfollowed it, probably no one would know that it was Xiao Peiâs side account.]
[The Original M-Dash: I was frantic and forgot ma 5555]
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: I bought you a Japanese katana on Taobao. Youâre welcome.]
[The Original M-Dash: Itâs too late to even commit seppuku, Iâm dead, donât miss me guys. Wuwuwwuwuwu, I only managed to wear him down into following me back last weekâŚ.because I heard he had more fans than me.]
[Your Fire Ge: My side account only has clothes sellers following me, so thatâs why you wonât follow me?? Letâs break up ba, Ling Yi]
[The Original M-Dash: Itâs not like that Fire Ge! Iâm not like that! You guys must help me stop Xiao Pei ah, or our group will make the headlines.]
[Water Water Water: Why isnât the maknae saying a word, it canât be that heâs already driving over there to find you ba?]
Fang Juexia couldnât stop laughing as he lay in the bathtub, but then he went and specially searched for Ling Yiâs side account, and as expected, he quickly found a Weibo post by a fan with a screenshot attached, showing the Weibo account that Ling Yi had followed. Following this vine to its source, Fang Juexia also finally discovered Pei Tingsongâs side account.
âThis IDâŚâ
[The Moon of Entelecheia]
It gave off a very mysterious feeling. Fang Juexia knew that this was something beyond his knowledge, but just seeing the word âmoonâ at the end made his heart palpitate strangely.
Being with a person who was good at word games, it was akin to talking in code every day.
Pei Tingsongâs introduction was even more interestingâ âA book blogger without a marketing company.â
Fang Juexia couldnât help laughing after seeing this. He could probably guess the kind of experiences Pei Tingsongâs side account had undergone. This account actually had a few hundred followers, and Fang Juexia clicked on the first chronological post. It had actually been made around the time their group had debuted. As he kept flipping forward, he realized that most of the ones from before were in English, with some containing book extracts, while others were some articles written by Pei Tingsong himself. He didnât write a lot, and basically published only two or three times a week.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: âOn the contrary, the illusion of eternal life appears in the image of human beings that are easy to be destroyed, while the solid beauty of the Golden Pavilion reveals the possibility of destruction.â ââYukio Mishima
#You will only have the desire to destroy things of beauty#]
[@ The Moon of Entelecheia: âThe aesthetic phenomenon is fundamentally simple: if someone simply possesses the capacity to see a living game going on continually and to live all the time surrounded by hordes of ghosts, then the man is a poet; if someone simply feels the urge to change himself and to speak out from other bodies and souls, then that person is a dramatist.â ââNietzsche]
These excerpts and the tag #Belonging to his small feelings# made Fang Juexia feel that this was very real. This was the true Pei Tingsong, who, just like when he was reading a book, would underline things and make his own little comments on it. He was serious enough to be a little cute.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Iâd like to change my introduction to âPeople who donât know geometry arenât allowed in.â]
Someone had actually commented below.
[@Fluttering Wings: Why canât people who donât know geometry come in?]
He didnât expect that Pei Tingsong would actually reply.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Fluttering Wings: This was a sentence written by Plato on the gate of his Academy, itâs just a joke.]
These were all posts from a Pei Tingsong who had not yet broken the ice with Fang Juexia. At that time, they didnât even utter a word to each other, but now that Fang Juexiaâs entire heart liked him, and even though he didnât know what part of this he liked, when he saw this reply of his, he felt that this person appeared in front of him vividly.
At first, these small book extracts seemed to have accumulated some followers for him, and there were even some followers who would comment below. However, Pei Tingsong was a child who wanted to express himself, so he gradually made his own voice known, especially when it concerned the news.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Using non-human logic to construct a gender opposition âperson,â is neither fit for men or for women, so gender is just a means to stand in line to get into a camp.
#People donât need other creatures to step into their matters#]
[@Sophy: Excuse me, are you a boy? Not trying to fight with you, itâs just pure curiosity. Reading the stuff before, I think you should be a boy, but I feel that few boys would speak from such a perspective.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Sophy: Iâm human.]
Seeing this sentence, Fang Juexia laughed. He had never been interested in anyoneâs social media accounts, but unexpectedly, he also had a time when he got engrossed in scrolling through someone elseâs Weibo, to the extent that he didnât even feel the water in the bathtub cooling.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: There have actually been several private messages asking me to sign with a company to become a book publicity account. Iâm sorry, Iâm not short on money. And Iâm going to change my intro to âA book blogger without a marketing company.â [picture] [picture]]
So it was around this time ah. Fang Juexia looked at the date, and it was during their summer vacation one year after their debut. They didnât have much work then, and at that time Pei Tingsong should have beenâŚ.
He actually couldnât think of what Pei Tingsong had been doing back then.
His heart felt a bit distressed. Fang Juexia reflexively pursed his lips and continued scrolling on.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Symbolization was originally logicâs great invention, but now it has been generalized to be used in every place by people without any thought, thus cutting off any channels for deeper thinking.
People are used to using narrow-minded views and hearsay to make empirical judgments. People who study philosophy must be staid and aloof, while those who study engineering are slovenly and unsociable. In fact, philosophers can be aristocrats, refugees, teachers, sex worshippers, lunatics, homosexuals, women, they can be anyone.
After all, people can be anyone.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: âIt is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering, for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.â ââMaugham
#When getting entangled with silly critics, itâs very effective to recite these lines#
#Iâm very happy, Iâm very noble, youâre bitter, and you donât deserve me#]
Reading this, Fang Juexia laughed again.
Clearly, even though Pei Tingsong was immensely talented and quick when it came to learning and thinking, he still preserved a childish, naughty, and stubborn youthful innocence.
He was really cute.
As he kept scrolling down, he saw many of Pei Tingsongâs complaints about his studies.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I would rather read a hundred books than read a literary criticismâŚ.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I must be the foreign student in my class who loves studying the most.]
Wasnât that right ma?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: In this era, the people who talk about sex are either antiques or impotent. The former is difficult to change, and the latter is even more difficult to change (place your hope in medicine ba)]
Worthy of being Pei Tingsong ah. When Fang Juexia read this, he felt that it really reflected his style, but he was also afraid that if this account of his was really dug up, it would be used by antis to write articles about.
But thinking about it again, when had Pei Tingsong ever given antis a glance?
His fingers kept scrolling down, and now he actually saw several Weibo posts that were Pei Tingsong feeling uncomfortable and jumping out to admit unnamed criticism.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I just canât understand people who donât express themselves. Do they think itâs a virtue to swallow down and bear humiliation? Or do they really care nothing of the world? So cold that theyâre indifferent people are, sure enough, my least favorite type.]
Fang Juexia heard the arrow pierce his chest.
So saying it like this, he really hadnât lied. Pei Tingsong had disliked him not because of the gossip and public opinion that surrounded him, but because of his indifferent attitude.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: A hateful person having a hateful face is best, itâs no burden to hate them. But when you have the opposite situation in both cases, both situations will make you feel very uncomfortable.]
Did this count as praising him for his good looks?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: The ancient Greeksâ love of beautiful youth is reallyâŚ
#Fine, who doesnât like beautiful bodies? Itâs just that itâs better to have a passionate soul#
#Late night nonsense#]
Passionate. Fang Juexia flicked his eyes away, thinking about Pei Tingsongâs icy attitude towards him at that time. He was afraid that the word âpassionateâ couldnât come near him at all.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I actually finished watching a math documentary! And I see passion!]
This was after he saw the Fermatâs Theorem documentary Fang Juexia had recommended?
Upon seeing Pei Tingsong gradually change from disliking him, Fang Juexiaâs mood became strange and wonderful.
As he continued to read, he suddenly saw a special day. Fang Juexia had a great talent for remembering numbers like dates, so he very soon recalled that this was the day their group had taken part in their senior brothersâ concert as guests, and it was also the night when he had gotten drunk at the hotel and bitten Pei Tingsong.
At three in the morning.
Fang Juexia thought about how he must have fallen asleep in Pei Tingsongâs arms at that time, but Pei Tingsong hadnât fallen asleep yet. He had even posted an excerpt from Voltaireâs letters, the contents being:
[I am very eager to see you and talk to you. Whether you think you are a masterpiece created by God or just a product of necessity, you canât deny that you are a piece of eternity. No matter what you are, you are a very valuable part of the world that I donât know.]
Seeing this, Fang Juexiaâs eyes suddenly started stinging. At that time, he had confessed about his night blindness and told him that his birthmark was a wrong mark. But Pei Tingsong rejected that notion, telling him that it was very beautiful instead.
Back then, he had pretty much felt that Pei Tingsong was just comforting him out of a flood of sympathy. Only when he saw this passage did he really understand; Pei Tingsong had been truly sincere at that time. Although he didnât understand Fang Juexiaâs inner world, he still regarded him as a very valuable part of this world.
Later, they had gotten busy, and updates on Pei Tingsongâs Weibo came much less often. Sometimes, he wouldnât even post anything after one or two weeks.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Why didnât I discover before that flowers are such beautiful metaphors?]
The following comments all comprised of things like âyour style has changed a lotâ, but Pei Tingsong didnât reply to a single one.
Then later, the day when they made their comebackâ
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: âIn the first place, Eros is a poet, and he is also the source of poetry in others, which he could not be if he were not himself a poet. And at the
touch of him every one becomes a poet, even though he had no music in him before.â ââThe Symposium
#Agathon, youâre right#]
So thatâs why he could write poetry so well? He really could, in any case, find some words spoken by his predecessors to showcase his own point of view.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: !! I am the happiest person on earth today!! Even with a broken hand!!!]
God.
This was from when he had agreed to be with him.
When did he even get the time to sneakily make a Weibo post ah?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Iâm already a good-for-nothing garbage who saps my own spirits by seeking out pleasures. Iâm sorry, Mr. Lermontov, I still canât follow your advice.]
Too cute. Fang Juexia already couldnât keep track of the number of times he had sighed in his heart.
When he saw that there were comments on a certain post, he couldnât help but click on them.
[@3diny: Eh? Why did you change your name? Wasnât it Entelecheia before? Why is it The Moon of Entelecheia now?]
So, originally, his ID wasnât this name.
Sadly, Pei Tingsong didnât reply.
[@:Â Kiss = Killing me so softly.]
All of a sudden, this sentence caught Fang Juexiaâs heart.
âChild Fang Juexia, you canât have soaked for so long that you fell asleep in there ba?â
Pei Tingsong pushed open the door, completely startling Fang Juexia, who wasnât holding onto his cellphone tight, and so it directly fell into the bathtub. He quickly reached for it, and then turned to face Pei Tingsong with his wet cellphone. His expression was aggrieved, and he wasnât in complete control of himself when he let out a small mournful sound reminiscent of that of a little animal.
âWhatâs the matter with you? Are you only three years old?â Pei Tingsong smiled, crouched in front of him, picked up his wet cellphone, shook it, and put it to one side. âFortunately, itâs waterproof.â As soon as he reached in and realized the bath water had gone cold, Pei Tingsongâs expression immediately changed. âItâs already this cool and youâre still soaking in it. Next time you take a bath, youâre not allowed to play with your cellphone.â
After scolding him, he looked at Fang Juexia and felt that the expression he was looking at him with was odd. He was smiling, but was also being especially obedient. âWhatâs the matter?â He rubbed the bridge of Fang Juexiaâs nose. âYouâve soaked until youâve gone silly ah.â
The next second, Fang Juexia put his pale arms around his neck, kissed the tip of Pei Tingsongâs ear, and whispered in his earâ
âKilling me so softly.â
Pei Tingsong didnât realize what was going on at first, then he suddenly turned his head, and now nose to nose, with his eyes wide open, he stuttered, âYouâhow do youâŚâ
Fang Juexia tilted his head and gave him a kiss on his lip, smiling with a rare expression of schadenfreude on his face.
âYouâve been unmasked, Entelecheia.â
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Pei Tingsong was completely stunned.
After a brief period of consternation, his first reaction was of disbelief. âNo way, my account canât be dug out.â After that, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked, âHow can this happen? Why did even you see it? Who dug it up, a netizen?â
âEnâŚâ Fang Juexiaâs eyes flicked away. âTo be exact, you were dragged under the water.â He reached out to take the bathrobe and put it on his body as he came out of the bathtub. âYou can go take a look at the WeChat groupchat, but you have to promise me that you wonât be angry.â
But sure enough, this guarantee was completely useless.
Sitting in front of the dining table, Fang Juexia was about to reach for chopsticks. Under Pei Tingsongâs heavy fist, the poor chopsticks bounced up high and then clattered down again.
âHeâs really worthy of being my bandmate ah!â
âDoesnât your hand hurt ah? You hit it so hard.â Fang Juexia supported himself against the table as he pulled at Pei Tingsongâs wrist.
âLing YiâŚâ
For the first time in his life, Fang Juexia experienced what real gnashing of teeth in anger was.
Pei Tingsong threw his cellphone on the table, and his whole person was almost about to explode. âWhen I told him not to follow me, he just had to follow me. When he shouldnât have unfollowed me, he actually unfollowed me? Thatâs good, in the afternoon, I was still slapping other peopleâs faces, and in the evening, I got unmasked myself. Peopleâs lives are really full of ups and downs.â
âAiya, itâs already like this now.â Fang Juexia went around and rubbed his back like he was petting a doggy. âLing Yi knows heâs wrong, and Qiang Ge is probably cursing him out right now.â
âHe should get cursed out, he even dares to log on to his side account and scroll through Weibo while still on the program set.â
âYes, yes, yes, he should get cursed out.â Fang Juexia rubbed Pei Tingsongâs face, then sat directly on his legs by straddling him. âBut you are so cute ah.â
At first, Pei Tingsong was especially angry, but now, upon being suddenly praised by Fang Juexia so sweetly, he also started feeling a bit embarrassed. âWhat-what ah, what the hell are you talking about?â
âI said youâre cute ah.â Fang Juexia seriously repeated again, âEverything you wrote in your side account was very interesting. Even if other people find out about it, they will all just feel that âah, Pei Tingsong is not only a small firecracker, but he also has a lot of ideas and is especially cute.ââ
Pei Tingsong turned his face away awkwardly. âOnly you would have such a silly feeling.â
Fang Juexia pulled his face over and asked inflexibly, âWhy would only I feel that way?â
Why was he this earnest?
Fang Juexia asked again, âIs it because I like you?â
This was just too straightforward. Pei Tingsong didnât know how to fight against this at this moment. âYouâŚâ
âLogically, it makes sense, but itâs not that.â Fang Juexia seriously pinched his face. âEven someone who doesnât like you as much as I do would think you were cute after reading this.â
A series of straight fastballs came at him, just like a pea shooter shooting out hearts. Pei Tingsong was bludgeoned to the point he couldnât resist, and even ended up losing his breath.
Fang Juexia was the one who was the cutest ba.
âThen how much do you like me?â Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia thought about it carefully. âEnâŚ. Probably, itâs to the point that when I saw you say that you dislike me on Weibo, but you also said that you liked my appearance, I wasnât angry, instead, I was actually a little happy.â
That was really too frank a reply.
âThat was all stuff from a long time ago,â Pei Tingsongâs first reaction was to apologize to him. âNow I think that it wasnât dislike at all, at most, I found you difficult to get along with.â
âYour self-awareness is very clear ma, Classmate Xiao Pei.â Fang Juexia smiled at him. âI know, so I donât feel sad at all.â
âThank you.â Pei Tingsong put his arms around Fang Juexiaâs waist and kissed his cheek again. Only after doing that did he think of dinner. âLetâs not talk about it now and hurry up and eat the noodles. Theyâre all going to lump together soon.â
âThen youâre not angry now, are you?â
How can I be angry with you?
âIâm not angry.â
Even a decade later, it wouldnât be too late to explosively hammer down Ling Yi.
Fang Juexia obediently went back to his seat to have noodles. As soon as he sat down, he thought of how Pei Tingsong had said that no one but him would feel like that, but he didnât think so and wanted to see what others had said after his account had been dug up.
âWhereâs my cell phone?â
âYou still want to play with your cellphone ah?â Pei Tingsong replied to Cheng Qiangâs message. âIâll blow dry it dry for you later.â
âThen can I use yours?â Fang Juexia winked at him.
Pei Tingsong had no way of resisting that.
âThen can you guarantee to finish off this bowl of noodles in ten minutes?â
Fang Juexia quickly nodded twice.
âHere you are, here you are.â He pushed his cellphone over.
Fang Juexia, who had gotten a cellphone, happily opened up Weibo and carefully searched for relevant content. Sure enough, there were thousands of comments underneath the Weibo post that had dug up Pei Tingsongâs side accountâs ID.
[@Sawasdee K: Seriously, if it wasnât for Ling Yiâs moves, I really wouldnât suspect that this account belongs to someone⌠I would just think that this is a private book blogger.]
[@K ka ka ka K: Who would have thought weâd get two birds with one stone??? This group is really poisonous, always displaying team spirit in inexplicable places.]
[@Fans of BMAâs Best Group: RIP Ling Yi, itâs over.]
[@rapgodpts: Heâs really even more outstanding than I thought, and heâs so funny when his poisonous tongue starts up. PS: CP fans donât diverge from the topic too much. When he broke his hand, âBreak Throughâ had just exploded, and canât the lyricist hot Ge just be happy for a bit ah, but no, he just has to have something to do with your familyâs Gege.]
Actually⌠It really had something to do with himâ Fang Juexia replied quietly to this friend in his heart.
[@Original M-Dashâs Meimei Comma replying to @Sawasdee K:Â nsdd, those moves were too awesome. Iâm even suspecting whether or not Yiyi has a grudge against Pinot Tree Supreme hahahaha, and he really wanted to tell us âthis is our maknaeâs side account!â]
[@Donât spit out grape skin when eating grapes: His true main account, heâs a Zuan boy, and in his side account, heâs just living a quiet, peaceful life. However, this child with a poisonous tongue is really wonderful. His three views are so righteous, heâs completely to my taste]
[@Forever daydream ride: To be honest, Pinot Tree Supreme hasnât admitted it ba, is everyone so certain?]
[@Six nearly cancelled K replying to @Forever daydream ride: Ling Yi has already revealed the evidence, thereâs an 80% chance itâs him, and these book excerpts or whatever are quite PTS. He also said heâs a foreign student, so that all matches up.]
[@Deaf group fan: Has no one discovered that besides book excerpts and daily thoughts, he frequently mentioned a âhimâ ah. (Seriously, Iâm afraid to dig this out, I donât think Pinot Tree Supreme will admit it)]
[@Eustoma Night Trip replying to @Deaf group fan: I also⌠As I keep reading, Iâm going deafâŚ]
What was with this description? Fang Juexia couldnât help laughing. He continued to laugh for quite a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Pei Tingsong staring at him. He quickly took a bite of noodles and said, âDelicious,â after which he started reading again.
[@The Fine Jeweled Xeriscape around the Pinot Tree Supreme replying to @Eustoma Night Trip: +1, reading and reading on, my ears have started buzzing, my heart is beating fast, and I may be sick.]
[@Kaleidoâs Little Domino: With âmoonâ in the ID, I really donât want to think of âmoonlightâ, but I canât control myself⌠So what is Entelecheia? Is it a personâs name?]
Seeing this, Fang Juexia also grew curious. In order to get a reply as soon as possible, he obediently took a big mouthful, then raised his head and asked vaguely, âWhy did you give yourself the ID of Entelecheia?â
Pei Tingsong stirred his chopsticks in his bowl, hesitated for a few seconds, and then repliedâ
âEntelechia is the transliteration of the ancient Greek word âentelechia,â and also one of Aristotleâs philosophical terms. Its original meaning is an actualization of a certain purpose or potential. In Aristotleâs understanding of biology, a very important concept was âform,â which was different from the existing form. This form represents the essence of things.â
Pei Tingsong realized he was making it a bit complicated, so he scratched his head. âTo put it simply, he thought that the soul was the âformâ of a creature, and named it entelechia.â
Fang Juexia was good at learning, and he bit at his chopsticks, trying to understand this complex concept. âThat is to say, entelechia refers to the soul?â
âThatâs how I used it. Itâs very narrow-minded, but its original meaning is very rich. â
The soulâŚ.
âThen why did you call it Entelechia at the beginning, and then addedâŚâ
Before he could finish the question, an answer already appeared in Fang Juexiaâs heart. On the contrary, it now seemed that his question was particularly straightforward, and even a little haughty and arrogant, so he stopped.
But he didnât expect that after Pei Tingsong took a bite of noodles, he would answer him in a muffled voice with his head lowered.
âIs it not obvious enough?
âIt used to be an empty soul, but later it found a moon.â