{"id":2938,"date":"2021-04-03T08:40:54","date_gmt":"2021-04-03T06:40:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=2938"},"modified":"2022-07-28T11:12:23","modified_gmt":"2022-07-28T09:12:23","slug":"spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-32-who-made-you-dress-like-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2021\/04\/03\/spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-32-who-made-you-dress-like-this\/","title":{"rendered":"Spare Tire is Gone &#8211; Chapter 32 &#8211; Who Made You Dress Like This? (R)"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After settling down in his room, Qi Cong took out the chocolate given by Gu Xun and looked at it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It had a dark coffee colored package with two dancing bears on it, and was sweet milk flavor &#8211; the kind he used to eat<\/span><b>.<\/b><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unexpectedly, Gu Xun still remembers this kind of thing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He sat on the bed, tore open the packaging and broke off a small piece of chocolate before putting it into his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Will Gu Xun contact him after he ate it?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Such a bar of chocolate can be broken into six pieces. One piece was the amount of one bite, one bite of chocolate could be chewed twenty-four times. Twenty-four times. Under\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He turned on his phone timer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It took only 15 seconds to swallow.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With the rich, silky sweet taste of chocolate left in his mouth, he broke off another piece and counted silently.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Fifteen seconds times six, equals ninety seconds, minus the time spent breaking the chocolate in the middle that needed to be added. If you weren&#8217;t too greedy, the chocolate can be eaten in two minutes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The reason why he often ate this brand of chocolate was because it was sweet and not too greasy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and a WeChat message came in.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong regained his senses and opened the WeChat app.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mom: Have you reached Hengcheng yet? I&#8217;ve checked, it&#8217;s going to be cool there for a few days. Don&#8217;t forget to dress up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not Gu Xun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong put down the chocolate and typed back a message to Qi Yin. After returning the message, he looked at the chocolate, of which he had only eaten two pieces, and put it away carefully.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Let\u2019s eat it slowly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As soon as he thought so, his phone vibrated again. Qi Cong thought it was Qi Yin who replied to his text so he picked up his cell phone again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun: I&#8217;m back in my room. It&#8217;s 1109. Where are you?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The chocolate in his mouth was still slowly melting. Qi Cong was probably fooled by sweetness so without thinking about it he typed back: I haven&#8217;t finished the chocolate yet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun replied with a voice message.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Qi Cong realized what he had done, he almost choked on the chocolate. After coughing a few times, he stretched out his fingers to open the voice message.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun&#8217;s slightly helpless voice came out: \u201cCong Cong, this chocolate is not big, just take pity on me, can you eat a little faster?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It really wasn\u2019t big.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was obviously just an ordinary sentence, but an impulse suddenly appeared in Qi Cong&#8217;s heart. He wanted to call Gu Xun and meet him directly. He wanted to cover Gu Xun&#8217;s eyes and ears so that he couldn\u2019t hear or see. He wanted to completely separate Gu Xun from Jiang Zhaoyan.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t want Gu Xun to know his own absurdity for the past three years. He didn\u2019t want him to know how much low self-esteem and stupidity he displayed in front of Jiang Zhaoyan these past three years. He didn\u2019t want to disappoint Gu Xun and didn\u2019t want to become a stranger in Gu Xun&#8217;s eyes. He didn\u2019t want to be hated.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He also didn\u2019t want Gu Xun to show the same depressed and sad look as he did last time.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong raised his hand and pressed his face, taking a deep breath before quickly typing his room number to Gu Xun, and then adding: I&#8217;m going to help Jia Jia unpack his luggage. I&#8217;ll get in touch with you later.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After sending it, he no longer waited for Gu Xun to reply. He put down his hand and adjusted his expression before putting away his mobile phone and going to the next room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Qi Cong entered Shen Jia&#8217;s room, he found that there were only Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun in the room. Shen Jia&#8217;s suitcase was piled up near the entrance but there was no Xiao Han and others to organize them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun was holding his cell phone and seemed to have just finished a call. Seeing Qi Cong come in, he turned his head and motioned to the couch in the room. &#8220;Come here and talk.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong stepped over the suitcases and sat down on the couch.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shen Jia immediately moved to Qi Cong and looked at Zhao Zhenxun. &#8220;Brother Zhao, what&#8217;s up? What was this talk about?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;The investor said that Yanhuang was indeed talking to the crew about sponsorship, and it was a preliminary negotiation.&#8221; Zhao Zhenxun sat on the single seat on the slanted side of the long couch and looked at Qi Cong. &#8220;You and Jiang Zhaoyan&#8230; what are your thoughts, tell me.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong bowed his head and apologized solemnly. &#8220;Brother Zhao, I&#8217;m sorry that I&#8217;ve upset everyone so much because of my personal relationship. I&#8217;ll try my best to keep my personal matters from affecting Jia Jia\u2019s work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing this, Shen Jia felt uncomfortable and retorted, &#8220;Brother Cong, you didn&#8217;t affect me. All the blame is on Jiang Zhaoyan! What did he think of, coming here to sponsor my TV series?! &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Jia Jia\u2019s work isn\u2019t something that can be influenced by Jiang Zhaoyan. Jiang Zhaoyan is only a sponsor, not an investor. The biggest investor for \u201cLegend of Youth\u201d is Manju Entertainment, so Jiang Zhaoyan won\u2019t have any influence on Jia Jia.&#8221;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun emphasized, &#8220;Now, it&#8217;s Jiang Zhaoyin asking for more exposure and not the \u201cLegend of Youth\u201d crew begging for Jiang Zhaoyin\u2019s cooperation. Do you understand?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was stunned and looked up at Zhao Zhenxun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong with no anger in his eyes and continued. \u201cI asked you what you thought because I wanted to know if you wanted to avoid possible contact with Jiang Zhaoyan. If you want, I can transfer you back to Beishi instead of continuing your work with Jia Jia. You can also take advantage of this time to take an acting class. Regarding your career plan, President Shen and I have worked out a prototype. The singing and dancing idol path is not suitable for you. The company is prepared to let you focus on singing and acting, and take the low-key approach of relying on the strength of your work to speak for you. We won&#8217;t over-package you, we won&#8217;t give you a new image and we won&#8217;t give you extensive marketing and hype. We will only give you the opportunity to try and produce works and let you grow in popularity little by little. This way may be slower to make money, or you may not even be able to become famous in the end, but your development will be solid. Also, no one will pay too much attention to you or criticize your private life. Do you understand what I mean? &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He understood, how could he not understand?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Man were trying to stand in his shoes, preparing a path for him that matched his pace as much as possible. They were even considering his complicated personal relationship and were trying to protect him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUnderstood.\u201d Qi Cong nodded and couldn&#8217;t help repeating, &#8220;I understand. Thank you, Brother Zhao. Thank Ms. Shen, too &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;What\u2019s your attitude towards Jiang Zhaoyan&#8217;s sponsorship of this project?&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia next to him and replied, &#8220;Business is business. I will do my job well. If Jiang Zhaoyan is really here because of me, then I will deal with him and will not let him further affect Jia Jia.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Evasion couldn\u2019t solve any problems. Since Jiang Zhaoyan dared to come, he will dare to face him. He will not allow himself to run away and leave the mess for Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia to deal with.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun looked intensely at Qi Cong and nodded. \u201cVery good. Starting from tomorrow, every day after Jia Jia\u2019s work ends, come to Jia Jia&#8217;s room to have an online class with him and learn acting skills. All right, pack up.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong responded affirmatively, got up and walked towards Shen Jia\u2019s suitcases.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Han and others soon came to help Shen Jia put things in order and after finishing the sorting, Qi Cong avoided the crowd and called to Shen Jia, saying, &#8220;Jia Jia, can you tell me in detail what happened between Jiang Zhaoyan and me in the past three years?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As soon as Shen Jia heard this he froze, his eyes were obviously dodging. &#8220;I&#8217;ve told you all these things before, but it was just work for Jiang Zhaoyan or something. There is nothing worth talking about in detail.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Jia Jia.&#8221; Qi Cong caught Shen Jia\u2019s evasive gaze. &#8220;What I want to know is the details, all the details you know.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shen Jia looked at Qi Cong and said in a tone of resistance, &#8220;Brother, let&#8217;s move forward, can&#8217;t we?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m asking this because I want to move on properly.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They stared at each other. Finally Shen Jia compromised first with a wrinkled expression. &#8220;Then wait until tonight, I&#8217;ll tell you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After lunch, Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun went to a meeting with the producers, directors, and writers of \u201cLegend of the Youth\u201d while Qi Cong stayed in the hotel room and took advantage of this idle time to take out his cell phone and click on \u201cWeChat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There were six unread messages on WeChat, two from Qi Yin and four from Gu Xun. Among them, two of the messages from Gu Xun were reporting his itinerary, while the other two were asking if Qi Cong had already eaten lunch. The last message was sent at 1:43pm.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked at the time on his cell phone. It was almost three o&#8217;clock.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun should have already left the hotel and gone to the Film and Television City to meet up with the crew and prepare to shoot the night scenes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He typed back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong: How long will you be busy tonight?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun replied in seconds: If the shooting goes well, around eleven o&#8217;clock [pitifully]. Have you finished your work?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked at the pitiful expression, lowered his eyes and replied: Well. Are you free tomorrow? I want to take you out to dinner.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun directly replied with a voice message. Qi Cong clicked on it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Okay. What do you want to eat? I&#8217;m familiar with this place. Do you want me to recommend it to you? Crabs are good this season. Do you want to eat crabs? Or porridge? There is a porridge shop here that makes particularly good and fragrant porridges. Or would you like some soup?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun&#8217;s voice was full of joy, his tone upbeat and full of the heart- warming expectations. His suggestions were also considerate, knowing that Qi Cong wasn\u2019t good with spicy food, he only recommended food that was light.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was silent for a moment, and also sent a voice message. \u201cAll right. I have to schedule an update, I&#8217;ll contact you tomorrow?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun quickly replied to the voice message with a sigh: I will contact you tomorrow then\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Can I send you a goodnight text tonight?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong listened to the voice repeatedly and remembered the promise he made with Shen Jia this evening, clicked on the voice message. He replied: \u201cYes\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That afternoon, Qi Cong\u2019s writing efficiency was extremely poor. He usually only took two hours to write a chapter, but he couldn&#8217;t finish the chapter until Xiao Han knocked on the door and told him to go to dinner.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He closed the computer, looked at the paper bag with two words on the cabinet and got up, picked up his mobile phone and left the room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The dinner was eaten by the whole crew of &#8220;Legend of Youth&#8221; in two rooms of the hotel restaurant, making it very lively. Qi Cong, as an assistant, was arranged to go to the second hall with Xiao Han and other assistants and not with the director and crew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During the meal, the female assistant of an unknown actor who sat on the same table suddenly exclaimed, with her cell phone in her hand. Then she approached her companion and said in a low voice, \u201cOh my God, I heard that Gu Xun didn\u2019t stay in the hotel arranged by the \u201cAbove the Dynasty\u201d staff and is staying here alone in Dingli on the eleventh floor! That\u2019s just downstairs!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her companion was so shocked that she almost choked, her eyes wide. &#8220;Really?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Really, someone saw him, and all the photos were passed to the group. Wow, Gu Xun downstairs, Shen Jia and Lian Pengxing upstairs. I am In heaven!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Keep your voice down!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong glanced over at them and squeezed his chopsticks.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did Gu Xun leave the cast to stay here alone? Before he thought that the crew of &#8220;Above the Dynasty&#8221; also happened to choose Dingli\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While the second room side finished eating, the first room where the director and cast were was having a lively drinking session. Xiao Han asked Zhao Zhenxun and got permission for all the assistants to go back to their rooms in advance to have a rest, so a group of assistants retreated ahead of time and followed the other group of people who left after dinner and went to the elevator hall to wait for the elevator to go upstairs.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, the elevator on the right stopped at their floor, the doors opened, and the figure of Jiang Zhaoyan and a man with a slightly cold and proud temperament appeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong\u2019s expression, which was relaxed, instantly sank. As he looked at Jiang Zhaoyan, his deeply buried hatred stirred.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Obviously, he had been warned and had already gone this far, so why did he appear again? He finally had a direction in his life, and he and Gu Xun\u2026.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was no easy feat for them to start all over again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jiang Zhaoyan also saw Qi Cong outside the elevator. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his eyes immediately locked on Qi Cong, as he scanned him from top to bottom like a barcode scanner. Then his brow slowly wrinkled as he began scolding, \u201cWhat the hell are you doing? Who told you to dress like that?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man standing next to Jiang Zhaoyan, hearing his words, tilted his head and followed Jiang Zhaoyan\u2019s line of sight. Then, raising his eyebrows, he smiled at Qi Cong. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t expect to see the young master of the Sanmu family here. I&#8217;m <\/span>An Xiahe<span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. I don&#8217;t know if you remember me, but in junior high school, we were classmates in adjacent classes for a while.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everyone in the elevator waiting area looked toward Qi Cong. Xiao Han and the others also sensed that something was wrong. Yuan Yuan pulled at Qi Cong\u2019s clothes and asked in a low voice, \u201cBrother Cong, is that someone you know?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Yes.&#8221; Qi Cong replied, glancing over Jiang Zhaoyan and An Xiahe with the intent of hardening the ice and bringing a knife, &#8220;A former boss who unscrupulously exploited his employees and small punk with an impressive history of school violence.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As soon as these words came out, the elevator waiting room became silent again, as the expressions of Jiang Zhaoyan and An Xiahe changed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope1<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After settling down in his room, Qi Cong took out the chocolate given by Gu Xun and looked at it. 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