What does that mean?
Sulan Qiao couldn't dare to think that she was the most special one in Sucheng's heart, but at least Sucheng didn't dislike her, that was enough.
Compared to Xiaran, who was acting like a hypocrite, Sulan Qiao's status was greatly elevated, this in itself was very gratifying.
Sulan Qiao opened her mouth, and suppressed the burgeoning emotion, but the slightly trembling voice still exposed some emotions, "Okay, I got it. I apologize for falsely accusing you yesterday, Manager Chu is the best."
His voice was soft, not cloying, with a hint of being solicitous, more like coquetry.
"Your mouth is really sweet." Sucheng didn’t realize there was a hint of laughter in his tone, his voice was light, "I’m in a meeting, I’ll hang up."
"Okay, Manager Chu, goodbye." Sulan Qiao smiled, pursed her lips, and dimples appeared, as if ten thousand butterflies were fluttering in her heart.
When a workaholic paused the meeting to take a call, it was a miraculous day?
Sulan Qiao sat cross-legged on the bed, checking her foot injury. The grazed parts had already scabbed over. The deep red marks covered her fair shins, not very pretty to look at, but there was no longer any pain.
She sent a message to Yue Xi on her phone, "Call the dance teacher to the company, take advantage of today's hot search topic to push it again."
This idea was conceived by Sulan Qiao herself. Her GIFs and emojis of her falling and exaggerated facial expressions were flooding the Internet. At first, everyone took them as a joke, but fragile people would feel uncomfortable after seeing them, but she, Sulan, was different, having grown up in ridicule and sarcasm, she had long been immune.
She could accept it calmly. A few days ago, Yue Xi helped her find a dance teacher and choreographed a GIF of her falling down, jokingly mocking self-deprecation.
Sulan Qiao changed into her clothes and took a taxi to the company. Yue Xi and the dance teacher were already waiting in the company's practice room.
"Xiao Qiao, I've sent you the teacher's video. Did you learn it?" Yue Xi leaned on the railing, handling the camera with a worried look, "Your idea is good, but you have to dance ridiculous... no, you have to dance stiffly, and you will be mocked. After all, we are models, have you thought about it again?"
Hmm, do you have no faith in him?
Sulan Qiao couldn't be bothered to explain. She simply took off her coat and threw it aside, revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath. "Without considering it, I've learned it. Let's record directly."
The dance teacher, a cool guy who practices street dance, tilted his head provocatively after hearing these arrogant words. "Mastering my choreography is difficult. You learned it just by watching a video? Keep bragging."
"Give it a try." Sulan Qiao raised an eyebrow, showing no signs of anger.
"Alright, little buddy, a slap in the face hurts a lot." The cool guy rubbed his neck and walked over to press the music.
As Sulan Qiao listened to the prelude, the movements in her mind all transferred into her body. She hadn't done anything else the past few days but think about this dance.
When you engage in a fight, you must do it beautifully.
Choreography was indeed difficult, incorporating some tilted pretending-to-fall movements requiring a very strong sense of balance. But his timing was accurate, his strength fierce, and there was no hint that he was a lame teenager still recovering from a leg injury.
Yue Xi's eyes slowly widened with the quickening rhythm, until his whole mouth turned into an 'O' shape. Over there, they were still recording, unable to speak and disturb the rhythm. Thus, he could only tightly grip the dance teacher's arm and silently scream.
The dance wasn't long, just a little over a minute. Sulan Qiao didn't even breathe heavily and smoothly recorded through to the end.
As the last beat fell, Sulan Qiao bent over, his knees bending, his back almost touching the ground, freezing in a half-falling posture that mirrored the viral gif from before. Only, this time, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a hint of fierceness, making him look imposing.
"Damn, Xiao Qiao, you're too awesome! What kind of talent is this? We've known each other for four years, how did I not know??" Yue Xi heard the music stop and couldn't help but shout out loud.
Sulan Qiao faintly smirked. "I forgot to tell you, my mom used to be an artist, capable in singing and dancing. Just a little influence in my childhood, these are all child's play."
The dance teacher rubbed the arm that Yue Xi had reddened, cursing quietly, "Then why did you call me? Passed on your first attempt."
"Just to see you getting slapped, does it hurt?" Sulan Qiao laughed recklessly, his beautiful eyes appearing very clear, but his words bordered on deserving a beating.
"Kids these days..." He was really too much. The cool guy couldn't continue after that, taking out a cigarette in frustration.
Yue Xi excitedly rushed over to check the camera's video, rambling, "No wonder, no wonder you suddenly brought this up to me. You were prepared. You're too amazing, let's post it now. It will definitely go viral on Weibo."
"Post it." Sulan Qiao reverted to his casual and lazy appearance, leaning against the mirror and bending his right leg. "It's touching the wound a bit, it's killing me."
Five minutes later, Sulan Qiao's Weibo posted the video with a simple caption: "Seeing everyone liking my 'weird' video, here's the official version I'm offering."
The hashtag #Xia Ran Apology# was still trending, and netizens were all eagerly waiting to see how Sulan Qiao would respond. When he posted this Weibo, the comments quickly poured in.
["Eh? Didn't directly respond, and still is happily accepting everyone's teasing? So cool!"]
["Seeing the injury on Xiao Qiao's foot, and still performing before it fully heals, it hurts!!!"]
["So, while Sulan Qiao has such amazing balance, he's still able to fall down. It can only be said that Xia Ran's cheap shots were too despicable!"]
["This is so engaging! Xiao Qiao's dance is really good-looking."]
["Are models this amazing nowadays? The dance feels, consider a debut in the limelight?"]
["I declare, I'm going to become a fan of Xiao Qiao, wah wah wah, he's so handsome."]
["You, as a weird meme-making netizen, come out and apologize, you've made him suffer for so long."]
["By comparing, the neighbor really seems like a petty clown with a small heart."]
["So cool, netizens are this harsh, and he's not upset. Respect!"]
["I have a feeling this dance will be a hit, reserving my spot in the front row."]
Yue Xi happily flipped through the comments, reading them one by one. The more he read, the more excited he became. "With this operation, you've gone from a nobody to a small celebrity, maybe you can even expand into other fields besides modeling."
"Thank you." Sulan Qiao took out his phone from his coat pocket and forwarded the video to Chu Cheng, typing: "I danced today. Take a look."
He only cared about Chu Cheng's reaction. On the netizen's side, they were overwhelmingly excited, and he had berated himself so much that he had lowered his own standards.
Being a celebrity requires a strong heart, not being sad nor happy, not humble nor arrogant.
After half an hour, Chu Cheng finally replied with a few words: "Saw it, your waist is flexible, quite good at moving."
Sulan Qiao felt his ears turning red at lightning speed. This was a normal remark about his dancing, so why did it sound like there was a hidden meaning behind it.
He pondered over the remark repeatedly, feeling like it still carried some other meaning. However, his mind started piecing together a few fragments of raunchy thoughts, and his actions combined with the voice made up a complete scene. Even his neck was turning red.
He pursed his lips and replied, "Chu, are you driving?"
Chu: "?"
Chu: "I have a driver, no need for me to drive."
Sulan Qiao was speechless. Clearly, the two were not on the same page. Chu Cheng, a workaholic, wouldn't understand this kind of internet lingo. He had slipped up.
With both ears turning red, he asked even more directly, "Do you like... me, like this?"
As the message flew out, Sulan Qiao realized that he had been a little too ambiguous. This was an unwise question.
Just a moment later, he immediately retracted it and changed his question: "Do you like my dance?"
Chu: "Like."
Like what? Him as a person or his dance?
Sulan Qiao's heart pounded like thunder, but he couldn't continue asking that question. He didn't want to ruin the rare sense of intimacy between the two.
"Xiao Qiao, are you running a fever? Why is your face so red?" Yue Xi looked at him suspiciously and reached out to touch his forehead.
Su Lan Qiao turned his head away. "It's nothing, seems like it's gotten warmer recently, a bit hot."
"Hot? The weather forecast said it's ten degrees below zero today." Yue Xi tightened his coat and exaggeratedly shivered.
Su Lan Qiao sighed, too lazy to explain to him. His thoughts had flown to the person on the other side of the phone, seriously considering the possibilities behind those two words.
Chu Cheng was a blunt person, a work machine devoid of emotion, worse than the straight man who could only make people drink hot water. He should just simply like his dance...
Liking his dance could work, there was no rush, take it slow.
With this thought, Su Lan Qiao felt happy again.
"Xiao Qiao, it's all over," Yue Xi called out in agitation again, handing the phone to him. "A small account replied to your comment below, damn, their methods are too underhanded."
Su Lan Qiao disengaged from his thoughts, glanced down at Yue Xi's screen, where the comment had been pushed to the top, accompanied by a picture.
It was the photo taken when they came out of the banquet, the one where he and Chu Cheng got into the car together.