{"id":4969,"date":"2022-10-20T10:13:26","date_gmt":"2022-10-20T08:13:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=4969"},"modified":"2022-10-20T10:13:26","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T08:13:26","slug":"spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-47-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2022\/10\/20\/spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-47-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Spare Tire is Gone &#8211; Chapter 47.2"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Yuan stabilized her thoughts and carefully helped Qi Cong put on the mask and fasten the straps.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The gentle eyebrows and eyes were covered by the mask, and the green pupils were covered by a layer of gauze that revealed only a looming outline.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;All right.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong stood up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Because his eyebrows and eyes were covered, his hair, skin and excellent jawline\u00a0 became more and more prominent and were coupled with light red lips. Where did this immortal gentleman come from?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Yuan and Jiang Meng tacitly grabbed each other. Sharing a look, they walked together to the door of the inner room. Jiang Meng pulled open the door with one hand and smiled slightly twisted towards Qi Cong. \u201cBrother Cong go out and let Agent Zhao have a look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was so confused by their reaction, that he raised his hand to take off the mask from his face, but after a moment of hesitation he just walked out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It turned out that good looking people looked even better when they moved!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The soft hem and sleeves moved as he walked, while his waist line and long legs were hidden by the robe. The jade pendant and fragrance bag swayed as his long hair slightly floated behind him, the straps of the mask hidden in his hair.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Yuan almost fainted and quickly shouted, &#8220;Brother Zhao! He has changed his clothes!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her voice was so loud and clear that all the staff in the outer room were drawn to look over.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A black and red figure came out of the door. His expensive robe, elegant posture and cloth fluttering as he walked while his face was obscured by the mask only highlighted his temperament. The sunlight from the window fell on him, making his fair skin shine as delicate as lanolin white jade. He looked sideways, the line from nose to chin was as perfect as a person in a picture. No one could see his eyebrows and eyes, but everyone subconsciously held their breath.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was Qi Cong?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was just too\u00a0 beautiful!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The room became eerily quiet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong glanced at the room through the black veil on the mask and frowned. Finding Zhao Zhenxun standing nearby, he went to his side.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Brother Zhao.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The gentle and sandy sound spread slowly in the too quiet room, like a lute stained with wine.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The vague sounds of people inhaling could be heard in the room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun looked Qi Cong up and down and with a rare smile said, \u201cYes, the size of this robe does not need to be changed. Let Jiang Meng take a picture of you and then change it.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong calmed down his heart and nodded. As soon as he turned to change his clothes, the door of the room where the costumes were stored was pushed open from the outside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun, Shen Jia and even Lian Pengxing stepped in. Gu Xun looked indifferent while Lian Pengxing located at the left side of Gu Xun was smiling as he was saying something to him. Located on the right side of Gu Xun, Shen Jia was one step behind with his head down looking at his phone, as if no one wanted to talk to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Qi Cong heard the sound and looked over, Gu Xun&#8217;s line of sight also fell on him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two of them stared at each other. Qi Cong paused, instinctively supporting his mask. Gu Xun stopped abruptly, scanning Qi Cong slowly from top to bottom, stopping at Qi Cong waist, legs and buttocks, then moving back to Qi Cong face and staring at it as if he could burn through the mask on Qi Cong\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lian Pengxing noticed Gu Xun pause and the strange silence in the room so he shut up and also followed Gu Xun\u2019s line of sight to look over.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was a strange figure, but no matter if it was his posture, exposed facial outline, or appearance they were far beyond familiar to Gu Xun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lian Pengxing also wore a formal robe due to shooting a palace scene today, but his formal robe was more in line with the second male lead&#8217;s calm personality in blues and silver. It was lined with blue while the outer layer was silver, embroidered with a low-key dragon pattern.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bright and dark colors are supposed to be more eye-catching. The embroidery on Lian Pengxing\u2019s clothes was obviously more exquisite but even Lian Pengxing himself felt that he had lost. He has grown up well, but his body proportions were very ordinary. His neck was also short and thick, while his shoulders were a bit slippery so he couldn\u2019t wear a crossed collar of ancient clothing without shoulder pads and\u00a0 revealing his shortcomings. He was far from looking as dashing and elegant as the current Qi Cong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The main thing was\u2026 Lian Pengxing withdrew his sight and looked at Gu Xun beside him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun, who originally looked indifferent during their time together, suddenly the whole aura around him changed. His focused eyes looked hot, as his appreciation and love became undisguised. Remembering the rumors he had heard before, Lian Pengxing looked at Qi Cong again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Brother Cong!&#8221; Shen Jia&#8217;s excited call broke the quietness of the room as he rushed to Qi Cong in three steps. Then like a puppy he circled around Qi Cong twice before raising his hand to take off the mask from Qi Cong\u2019s face. \u201cBrother Cong, show me quickly! Let me see!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong retracted his eyes looking at Gu Xun and then obediently let Shen Jia remove the mask on his face, replying, \u201cOf course it&#8217;s me. This one is tied with straps. Wait a minute.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He looked down and raised his hands, trying to untie the mask straps. His ears suddenly caught the sound of fast approaching footsteps, feeling a figure passing by as if in the afterglow. Then his hands reaching behind his head were held by a large hand, as Gu Xun\u2019s voice that was lower than usual came from behind him. \u201cI&#8217;ll help you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong paused and looked sideways, but because his hands were raised, his vision was blocked by the large sleeves so he could only see Gu Xun&#8217;s shadow reflected on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wanted to withdraw his hands, but found that he couldn\u2019t. His fingers were instead rubbed by the other party. Perhaps because Gu Xun had just come in from outside, the temperature of Gu Xun\u2019s palm was a little high.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Let me help you.&#8221; Gu Xun said again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong sensed it and hurriedly withdrew his hands and looked at Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun in front of him. Then he looked at the uncertain-looking Lian Pengxing and a group of staff still looking at them from not far away. Trying to make himself look natural he said, \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No reply came from behind him, only the slight sound of untying the mask straps. The mask came loose and Qi Cong raised his hand to pull it off. Unexpectedly his shoulders were suddenly pressed, and his waist was held by a large hand, as the man behind him turned him around.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The mask fell off, revealing a pair of dark green pupils. Qi Cong hurriedly stood firm and froze, noticing Gu Xun&#8217;s line of sight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun&#8217;s eyes and expression at this time were completely different from the gentle and casual one he usually showed. His face was expressionless and his eyes were deep, just like a beast looking at his prey, full of tension and ready to pounce.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The hand at his waist suddenly tightened as his body was forced to lean against Gu Xun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong woke up and his heart started to beat faster. As soon as he pushed Gu Xun away, Zhao Zhenxun&#8217;s hand came in.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun clutched Gu Xun&#8217;s arm and he gritted his teeth. \u201cThank you for your help, Mr. Gu. Qi Cong has to try on other costumes and time is very tight. There is no time to waste.&#8221; With that, he pushed aside Gu Xun\u2019s hand and pressed against Qi Cong\u2019s shoulder as he pushed Qi Cong into the changing room. He gestured towards Qi Cong, \u201cGo in. Jiang Meng, go and get the next\u00a0 set of clothes that Qi Cong needs to try. You don\u2019t have to come out right after trying them, just check if they are the right size. Remember to take pictures. I&#8217;ll show them to the director. &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jiang Meng, who was hunched on the side watching the show, hastily answered and went to get the next set of clothes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong successfully got out of Gu Xun\u2019s grasp and stood firmly looking at Zhao Zhenxun. Qi Cong had his back to Gu Xun. He felt that the atmosphere wasn\u2019t quite right. Remembering what Zhao Zhenxun said earlier that he should take care of Gu Xun, he hesitated as he said to Gu Xun, &#8220;Gu Xun, you\u2026cooperate with Brother Zhao. It\u2019s work time now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun moved and then looked sideways smiling. \u201cOkay, just keep trying on clothes, I will wait for you outside.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Going back to normal, Qi Cong calmed down his heart and nodded toward Gu Xun before going to the inner room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With all the makeup and hair done, the next fitting became much easier. Just twenty minutes later, all three sets of clothes were tried on and Qi Cong changed into his own set of clothes. Then he removed the headgear and makeup and came out of the costume changing room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The atmosphere outside had returned to normal, and the staff was busy. Lian Pengxing and Shen Jia had disappeared while Zhao Zhenxun and Gu Xun stood at the corner of a window talking about something.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t know if it was an illusion, but when he came out this time, Qi Cong felt that the way the staff looked had changed a little, and that they were no longer looking at him the same way as before. It was strange, but contained some kind of enthusiasm.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun had already returned to normal and immediately after seeing him smiled and asked him how he felt when he tried on his costumes for the first time.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong replied, \u201cNot bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Zhao Zhenxun. Zhao Zhenxun clicked on the phone, looked at the pictures shot by Jiang Meng and said, &#8220;Let&#8217;s go and see the director.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong no longer had a chance to talk with Gu Xun again. After seeing the director, he was called by the lead screenwriter, while Gu Xun was speaking with the drama director. After meeting the lead screenwriter Qi Cong went to see the coordinator again. After going around the set for most of an hour, he finally got his shooting schedule.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour first scene is in a week, it&#8217;s the same arrangement as before. The first scene will be the death scene.\u201d Zhao Zhenxun\u00a0 flipped through the schedule and looked at Qi Cong. &#8220;The time is just right, let&#8217;s book tomorrow&#8217;s flight back to the capital to record &#8216;A New Life &#8216;.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong nodded.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun interjected, and only then did Qi Cong realize that Gu Xun had returned to his side at some point. Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong pitifully and said, \u201cWe will be separated for a week\u2026 will you watch the meteor shower with me tonight? &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong instinctively looked at Zhao Zhenxun first.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhao Zhenxun frowned at Gu Xun and waved his hand, &#8220;Be careful not to be photographed.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong smiled as he thanked Zhao Zhenxun, then replied to Gu Xun, \u201cI can watch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun traced the smile on Qi Cong&#8217;s face with his eyes, put his hands in his pockets\u00a0 and squeezed them. He replied, \u201cThen I will pick you up tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026..<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun had a few night scenes in the evening so he went back to his own filming set before dinner. Qi Cong stayed on his own set and ate dinner together with Shen Jia. Then he went together with Zhao Zhenxun back to the hotel to pack his luggage.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the way back, Zhao Zhenxun told Qi Cong one thing. The \u201cLegend of Youth\u201d ended its cooperation with Yanhuang and will issue a press statement tonight. At the same time, the \u201cLegend of Youth\u201dwill take this opportunity to release the first batch of promotional photos to promote the drama.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I will bring your picture with me.&#8221; Zhao Zhenxun turned the phone screen to Qi Cong. \u201cThis is the picture.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked over and saw a group photo displayed on Zhao Zhenxun mobile screen. Dressed in a black and red robe, he stood still with his head down. Shen Jia, dressed in a white martial arts clothes and with his hair tied up, stood in front of him with a bright smile and was reaching out to remove the mask from his face.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong froze. \u201cWho took this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Yuan Yuan.&#8221; Zhao Zhenxun put away his cell phone. &#8220;After all, you are a supporting role, so it\u2019s not a good idea to give you special treatment so publicly. It&#8217;s more appropriate to send a picture of\u00a0 you with others. As long as we don\u2019t show your whole face in the photo and the crew keeps it a secret, the topic of guessing who is acting as You Changqing could be popular for a long time. This will also prevent the public from having prejudice against the first role you play because of your recent news.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong understood and nodded. &#8220;I understand.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8230;\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The news announcement of the meteor shower was at 9.00 pm and the crew of &#8220;Legend of Youth&#8221; issued a public statement at 8.00 pm. When Qi Cong arrived on the rooftop of the hotel 10 minutes early, the official account of &#8220;Legend of Youth&#8221; on Weibo also posted the first wave of promotional photos.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The author has something to say: Before being controlled.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Gu: the beast is ready to go.jpg<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After being managed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Gu: spring breeze, gentle smile.jpg<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everyone else: &#8230;&#8230;?<\/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>Yuan Yuan stabilized her thoughts and carefully helped Qi Cong put on the mask and fasten the straps. The gentle eyebrows and eyes were covered by the mask, and the green pupils were covered by a layer of gauze that revealed only a looming outline. &#8220;All right.&#8221; Qi Cong stood up. 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