Spare Tire is Gone – Chapter 20 – Novel information updated successfully

After shutting down the live broadcast, Qi Cong uploaded all the evidence mentioned in the live broadcast into Weibo and then shut off the computer.

Shen Jia excitedly pounced on Qi Cong and said happily, “Gu Xun just now was good . . .”

His voice disappeared after seeing Qi Cong’s expression.

Qi Cong adjusted his mood, smiled calmly at Shen Jia before looking at Zhao Zhenxun and then saying sincerely, “Agent Zhao, thank you for your time. Thank you for your help today.”

“You’re my artist. It’s my job to help you deal with these.”

Qi Cong was stupefied.

Zhao Zhenxun got up and looked at his watch. “It’s gotten late. I have ordered takeout for you. Go to bed early after eating. Set the alarm clock. Tomorrow, you have to get up early to catch the plane. Don’t get up late.”

Qi Cong returned to his senses and also stood up. “Won’t Agent Zhao stay and eat together with us?”

“No, I have something else to do. Also, you can call me Brother Zhao like JiaJia.” When Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong, he was used to frowning, but right then, the frown eased up, and he showed a rare kindness.

“Don’t browse Weibo tonight. I will help you control the follow-up. Qi Cong, now I believe what JiaJia said. You are really not bad. Work hard. I wish you to never remember that Jiang Zhaoyan and the memories of these past three years.”

With that, he turned around and left.

Click. The door closed.

Qi Cong stood still for a long time and then looked at Shen Jia beside him. “You . . .”

“Brother Zhao accepted you! He’s willing to help make your debut!” Shen Jia pounced at Qi Cong again, excited like a madman. “Brother Cong, I knew that everyone would like you. You are so good! Many people will like you!”

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia’s excited appearance, and his gloomy heart suddenly dispelled some of the dark clouds. He held on to Shen Jia, who was so excited that he kept moving, the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, exposing a shallow smile.

Lose some, also get some. Life is actually fair.

And then his eyes fell on the mobile phone next to the computer. Suddenly, he had a strong urge to call Gu Xun. He wanted to hear Gu Xun’s voice; he wanted to thank him for his help and support . . . wanted to . . . simply say a few words to Gu Xun.

The originally quiet mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and a call from the one he was thinking about in his heart flashed on the screen.

Qi Cong’s heart pounded and then, with a slightly urgent speed that he didn’t even realize, released Shen Jia, went around the coffee table, picked up his cell phone, and put it by his ear.

“I bought you a mango cake. It should be coming soon.”

Gu Xun’s voice immediately came out, gentle, tolerant, and extremely reassuring. It was somewhat different from before, more but, at the same time, the same. “I don’t know if your taste has not changed now. Don’t think about the things on the Internet for a while and have a good night’s sleep after eating.”

Gu Xun’s background sound was a bit noisy, the muffled voice of someone who seemed to be urging Gu Xun to do something could be heard. From Gu Xun’s voice, he most likely drew the phone away to answer that someone. After which, the other voice became clearer as the speaker drew closer.

“I have work to take care of and have to hang up. Are you . . . sure you want to keep quiet?”

Only then Qi Cong realized that he hadn’t spoken all this time. He opened his mouth but choked out a few coughs because he had unconsciously held his breath for too long. Somewhat embarrassed, he covered the mouthpiece to adjust his breathing then uncovered it again. He said, “Thank you for today.”

Gu Xun’s tone dropped a little. “What. Was that a cough just now? Sick?”

“No, it was. . . I choked on the water.” Perhaps because he was not used to lying, Qi Cong felt uncomfortable. Instinctively, he flattened his tone. “And thank you for the cake.”

Gu Xun was quiet for a few seconds before his voice softened again, “Don’t be so polite with me . . . I’ll hang up then. Have a good dream. Good night.”

Qi Cong called out, “Gu Xun.”

Gu Xun immediately responded, “Hmm? I’m still here.”

“. . . Good night.”

Qi Cong’s palms were a little sweaty and his mind was in a mess. He didn’t know what to say and unconsciously repeated again, “Good night.”

With a smile of satisfaction, Gu Xun also said good night before hanging up his phone.

Qi Cong stood for a few seconds before he put down his mobile phone.

A head poked out from beside him slyly; the eyes twinkling in curiosity and the need to gossip. Qi Cong regained his senses and hurriedly put away his mobile phone and turned to Shen Jia.

“Takeout is coming soon. Wash your hands first, and then you can eat.”

Shen Jia smiled, no longer embarrassing Qi Cong. He obediently turned to go wash his hands.


. . .


Two takeouts arrived one after another, one was a digestible porridge and several plates of snacks and side dishes, and the other was a six-inch mango cake with a card attached to the cake box.

Qi Cong opened the card.

“Will you feel better if you eat something sweet? Gu.”

The card should have been written by the clerk on his behalf. The handwriting was not very good looking, but it was written very carefully.

Qi Cong looked at the last word, “Gu,” for a while before putting down the card. He picked up his mobile phone, tapped on WeChat to open the dialog box with Gu Xun, and typed a message.

Qi Cong: I received the cake. Thank you.

Qi Cong: Is there anything else you want as a thank-you gift?

Qi Cong: In addition to eating.

Gu Xun didn’t reply to his WeChat message. He probably should still be busy. Qi Cong put down his mobile phone, took a look at Shen Jia, who was holding a bowl of porridge, and secretly opened his phone camera to take a picture of the cake and card on the table.


. . .


Before going to sleep, Qi Cong picked up his phone again and looked at it. The WeChat chat box was empty. Gu Xun still hadn’t replied. Qi Cong looked at the time; it wasn’t too early anymore. Was he still busy? Or did he just go to bed after work?

He touched Gu Xun’s WeChat avatar then put down his mobile phone and lay down, closing his eyes to wait for sleep to come, but his mind was full of what Gu Xun had said when he helped him in the live broadcast earlier. He couldn’t sleep at all. He opened his eyes again and looked out of the window and at the hard disk and notes on the bedside table, which was illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window.

After a while, he sat up and turned on the lamp, picked up the top notes, and opened it. A line appeared on the front page of his notebook and was reflected on his eyes:

“In the windy moon and rain, I live in the west of Diaotai. If you are afraid of selling fish near the city gate, are you willing to go to the depths of the world of mortals?”

This was the poem he liked very much. When he first named the protagonist of Chivalrous Bones, he immediately thought of it, and then almost instantly determined the name of the protagonist:

Wind moon.

Rain during the windy moon, wind and moon

Qi Cong could also recall his own passion and expectation for the work Chivalrous Bones when he wrote that line. He imagined that one day the work would be completed and put on screen. He imagined that the character of Liu Fengyue would come to life and be known by many, many people. He thought about it a lot, only he didn’t expect that Liu Fengyue would become someone else’s Liu Fengyue.

Perhaps it was the late night that made people act impulsively. Qi Cong suddenly covered his notebook, got out of bed, and went to the living room to take the laptop back to his bedroom. He turned it on and logged into the old, selected Management Interference, and directly deleted all the updated contents of Chivalrous Bones. Then he edited the article information and deleted the three words of Liu Fengyue in the main character column one by one.

Liu Fengyue’s surname was chosen casually by him after he settled on the main character’s name—and a hidden hermit who has committed patricide may not want the world to know his real surname.

Thin white fingers on the keyboard gently tapped before pressing enter.

Novel information updated successfully.

Work: “Chivalrous Bones”

Protagonist: Fengyue (风月 chinese characters for Wind() and moon())

Author: Murmuring Water

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Since the relationship with Gu Xun could start from the beginning, would this also be OK? After three years, could he start to dream again?


Edited by: Faro


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  1. Gatito Enigmático

    Muchas gracias, siempre espero esta actualización con todo mi corazón, enserio que me encanta la historia, e intento comentar en los capítulos, pero a veces lo olvido, me gusta el progreso y el iniciar de nuevo. Esta historia es bastante buena, por cierto en el país de origen aún está en emisión? Gracias por tu esfuerzo.

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