The brain was a mysterious part of the body. When one lost consciousness, no one knew what kind of dreamscape they would see. In his dazed state, Qin Xuejun seemed to have dreamt of many things, but his eyes felt as though they were covered by a black cloth, making it impossible for him to see anything.

Eventually, he felt himself standing in front of a mirror. Someone behind him removed the black cloth from his eyes. He opened his eyes and realized that the person in the mirror had black eyes. The one who had removed the cloth turned around and walked into a sea of starlight. That figure looked like Zhang Jue, but he seemed shorter and thinner than the Zhang Jue Qin Xuejun remembered.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the same black eyes as the ones in the mirror, full of concern.

“Peijia, how can you come to work without eating breakfast?”

The owner of the black eyes asked about his well-being and then helped him sit up, peeling a banana and offering it to him.

“Here, eat a banana to make up for it… Peijia?”

Someone hugged him tightly. It wasn’t that Zhang Jue was unfamiliar with hugs; after all, he was already used to hugging opponents during competitions, hugging the coaching team after finishing a performance, or even patting little ice fans on the head.

But he and Qin Xuejun, it seemed, hadn’t really hugged each other much.

Because of Qin Xuejun’s towering height, Zhang Jue, who was used to looking down on many people, felt small in his embrace. He patted the large man’s back.

“What’s wrong? I brought you some millet porridge and corn, eat a little.”

Zhang Jue was sure the corn he bought was of the sweet variety, and it tasted wonderful. With its high sugar content, it was perfect for someone with low blood sugar.

Qin Xuejun answered quietly: “I had a strange dream.”

“My eyes are fine. The prescription is only 0.2, and I don’t need glasses most of the time. But in the dream, my eyes seemed to hurt, but I couldn’t see anything.”

Zhang Jue froze. He hesitated for a moment and then hugged Qin Xuejun back.

“It sounds like a nightmare. Don’t worry, your eyes are fine. If you’re worried, I can take you for an eye check-up. I guarantee everything will be fine, and you’ll never be unable to see anything.”

Qin Xuejun shook his head.

“Later, I could see again. I looked at the mirror in my dream, and your eyes were in my eye sockets.”

“My… eyes?”

Zhang Jue vaguely remembered the organ donation registration card he received on his birthday in his past life. Since he had collapsed on stage, it was likely that his usable organs had already been donated.

But the thing Qin Xuejun dreamed about, that his eyes were in his eye sockets… it couldn’t be that coincidental, could it?

They continued to lean on each other’s shoulders. After a while, Zhang Jue straightened up and flashed Qin Xuejun a big, carefree smile.

“Peijia, dreams and reality are the opposite. Don’t think too much about it. Eat something first, you fainted because of low blood sugar.”

He checked the plastic bowl with porridge to ensure it wasn’t cold and poured Qin Xuejun a cup of hot water.

Speaking of which, low blood sugar wasn’t a big issue. So, after lying down for a while, drinking some sugar water, and eating the food Zhang Jue brought, Qin Xuejun regained some strength and, with the chocolate Zhang Jue gave him, was ready to return to work.

Winter was not only the busiest time for the emergency department, but also because it had snowed the day before, many elderly people and children slipped while walking. Well, they had to visit orthopedics. Qin Xuejun’s professor was an expert in bone tumors, while Qin himself wasn’t as skilled as his teacher. So, when his mentor and senior brother went to another hospital for a surgery, he had to stay behind to help handle some fractures.

Ah, it seemed that high-risk professions weren’t limited to figure skating.

Zhang Jue threw away the food wrappers and, while Qin Xuejun was busy, leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“I’ll leave now.”

Qin Xuejun paused: “Where to?”

“To Fengming, Dela is busy in their studio over there.”

“Should I pick you up when I finish work?”

“Just pick me up. My little brother is staying at the company dorm. By the way, remember to eat some sugar before you drive. I’m afraid you’ll faint halfway.”

Qin Xuejun couldn’t help but smile: “I’ve already eaten, I won’t faint.”

Fengming wasn’t far from where they were. When Zhang Jue got there, Dela was just finishing lunch. He was in a band called Dulong, which had a good vibe. It started as an amateur band of rock enthusiasts but had gained popularity over time.

Xu Dela, a 14-year-old beautiful boy, had just finished a recording session and was eating takeout outside the studio. When he saw Zhang Jue coming, he immediately bounced over with joy.

“Brother!”

Zhang Jue responded, caught the boy, and spun him around before Xu Dela landed and pulled him over to talk to the band’s friends.

To Zhang Jue, the Dulong band seemed fun. The lead singer, Jiang Xuewen, was said to be the son of the head coach of a martial arts school. He was also the lead vocalist and had a stylish head of red hair.

The guitarist, Zheng Bo, had incredibly fast hands and blue hair, while the bassist, Ming Yiyi, was Jiang Xuewen’s cousin and had purple hair.

If it weren’t for fearing Ms. Zhang Qingyan’s clothesline, Dela, who was originally the band’s drummer, would have gone to dye his hair yellow to match his teammates. But now he could only say: “Wait until I turn 18.” Ms. Zhang had said that once they were 18, as long as they didn’t break the law, they could live however they liked, including dyeing their hair or getting tattoos.

As for now, looking at Zhang Jue, who only dared to use temporary hair dye, it was clear that he didn’t want to break family rules.

When Zhang Jue faced Xu Dela’s teammates, they were all very polite. The purple-haired girl came over and asked for an autograph, and the red-haired lead singer exchanged a few polite words with him, congratulating him on winning the gold medal, thanking him for the song, and praising his little brother.

Zhang Jue took out a brown paper bag from his backpack: “I’ve written you a new song, but it’s a slow one.”

The manager rushed over with a grateful look: “A slow song is perfect. We’ve already arranged fast songs with the other two teachers, but we’re short on a slow, emotional one.”

The Dulong Band quickly gathered around. The lead singer held the sheet music and tried singing it once, looking quite satisfied. The bassist, Lan Run, a tall and handsome guy who stood at 1.98 meters, sat next to Zhang Jue and casually said: “Congratulations, you broke the record and won again.”

Zhang Jue was modest: “Thank you, but the records get harder to break as time goes on. Honestly, I don’t even know how to improve my score further.”

Lan Run clenched his fist firmly: “You can do it.”

Zhang Jue said with an air of certainty: “Of course I can.”

Breaking records was just difficult, not impossible for him. After all, he was still in his rising phase, feeling invincible, believing that only he could defeat himself. It seemed perfectly natural to think so.

So arrogant…

Lan Run’s mouth twitched. What an arrogant statement! It was as if this person was sure he could break that terrifying record again. Truly, he was his cousin.

Since the composition teacher had arrived and seemed to be given a break after just finishing a big competition, they decided to have him stay and guide the kids in recording a new song.

“Me? Guide?”

Zhang Jue pointed at himself and then laughed out loud: “I’m not suitable! Don’t look at me like I can write songs and have a background in vocal music, but my singing style is still more classical. This is why the songs I write need someone to refine them before the band can sing them. If I guide you, I’ll just lead you down the wrong path. Just sing in your own style.”

Once the works were handed in, Zhang Jue wouldn’t interfere much, as long as the other person’s singing skills weren’t atrocious. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his works, but they had worked together multiple times. Fengming’s style was strict with its artists. If the singer wasn’t up to par, they would bring in a teacher for further training. So, Zhang Jue trusted them.

He worked until the afternoon when Fengming’s boss, Wan Ze, came by to bring dinner from a nearby high-end restaurant. The smell was so delicious that Zhang Jue almost drooled.

The boss greeted him: “Teacher Zhang Jue, come eat with us!”

Zhang Jue looked at the tower of meat, clearly craving it, but remembering the rule that athletes couldn’t eat out, he could only wave his hand awkwardly.

“No, no, I’ve already made plans with a friend for dinner,” he said, walking away.

Everyone watched his back and couldn’t help but sigh. Not only did he look handsome from the front and side, but even his back seemed extraordinary. His posture and demeanor were unmatched, not even by anyone in Fengming, an entertainment agency.

Dela, with pride on his face, said: “Of course, my brother’s body fat percentage is in the single digits. Plus, he used to be the lead of a ballet troupe. If his posture wasn’t perfect, they’d use a ruler to smack him.”

His brother’s posture came from years of discipline, and now every second of it was flawless.

Fengming took up three floors of an office building. Zhang Jue listened to some Rolling Stones classics in the lobby while Qin Xuejun drove over to pick him up.

He was driving a yellow SUV, and the front of the car was painted like Pikachu, making it super flashy. Passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads to look.

When Zhang Jue saw him, Qin Xuejun honked, and Zhang Jue happily jumped into the passenger seat.

“Going home now?” Zhang Jue casually asked.

Qin Xuejun glanced at him but didn’t speak. Just as Zhang Jue was about to ask what was going on, Qin Xuejun suddenly threw his coat to the backseat and stretched lazily.

“You decide where we go. But aren’t you out of inspiration? If you’re not in a rush for dinner, I can take you for a drive. Maybe that will help.”

Qin Xuejun said this, watching as those black eyes widened.

It must be that the stars had given all their light to these eyes, making them so beautiful.

Zhang Jue clapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m not in a rush. Let’s go for a drive. Xuejun, I’ve been meaning to say, when you switch from doctor mode to race car driver mode, your coolness and style go up by 300%!”

Qin Xuejun couldn’t help but think, ah, I’ve really fallen for him.

As the car drove through the ancient city, bathed in neon lights, Zhang Jue looked out the window, his bangs blowing back as the wind blew in.

“Zhang Jue, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Zhang Jue responded without turning his head: “Go ahead.”

“I think when you hum Rolling Stones songs or when you’re figure skating, your coolness and style are also at 300%!”

Zhang Jue finally turned around. He noticed that Qin Xuejun was focused on the road, but his gray eyes were brighter than ever.

He thought, ah, how did I never notice that this person is so handsome?

That night, Zhang Jue had a long-forgotten dream, one that was over 80% similar to a dream from his past life.

Before he had the first dream, Zhang Jue had just watched the movie Pride and Prejudice. Then, he dreamt that he was standing on a field with gray skies. Sunrise was still a while away, and there was a morning fog ahead. Someone walked out of it.

At first, Zhang Jue thought it would be a girl, but in the end, two people appeared before him. One was a good friend he used to hang out with, but he couldn’t remember his name now. The other was his class monitor in high school, a girl named Chen, whom he hadn’t seen since graduation. He had heard she went to a military academy to become a military doctor.

After waking up from the dream, Zhang Jue was washing his underwear when he realized he was bisexual. He felt attracted to both men and women. So, when looking for a partner, gender wouldn’t matter, as long as they got along well and could live happily together.

There was no shame in this, no need to hide it. People were born this way, with emotional and physical needs, and it was okay to admit and face them.

But that was from his past life. When Zhang Jue stood on the grass again, looking at the morning fog ahead, he couldn’t see the figure through the mist, but he knew this person was different from anyone he had dreamt about before.

Who are you?

Before he could ask, he was woken up by the crowing of the roosters, one of which had just laid an egg. He silently threw the underwear into the sink, walked to the balcony, and reached into the chicken coop. He took out a warm egg.

Zhang Jue was quiet for a moment: “Red, why do you crow when only Second Red lays eggs? Don’t you know it’s noisy?”

When Qin Xuejun got up to make breakfast, he saw the world champion figure skater standing on his balcony, sternly scolding the chicken that had just laid an egg.

 

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