In the recording studio, Zhong Yang rarely greeted his friends everywhere. Instead, he sat in his seat, constantly switching music apps and checking various charts: "The new song chart has entered another place, number seven!"
He handed the phone to Peng Keshi and said, "Sister Shi, you are amazing."
"It's not just my credit," Peng Keshi responded calmly, "The overall arrangement of this song was done by Jiang Ji. If I have to say, Jiang Ji's contribution is greater than mine."
Before she finished her words, Zhong Yang shouted, "Wow, Sister Shi, are you secretly in love with Jiang Ji? You push all the credit onto him!"
"What nonsense are you talking about again." Peng Keshi frowned.
"Let me tell you, although I'm not sure if Jiang Ji is bisexual," Zhong Yang lowered his voice seriously, "but his relationship with Brother Qing Zhuo is definitely not over yet. Sister Shi, I think you can find someone else to crush on, such as me."
"Zhong Yang," Peng Keshi sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but complain, "You are such a good person, how come you have a big mouth?"
"I'm not worse than Jiang Ji," Zhong Yang said competitively, "Why can't you have a crush on me?"
"I don't have a crush on anyone," Peng Keshi said calmly, "I like girls."
Zhong Yang's eyes widened immediately: "Is this true?!"
Peng Keshi said "hmm".
"Fuck, three people, two of them are crooked..." He was halfway through his words when he didn't notice Jiang Ji coming over.
"What do you mean by two bends?" Jiang Ji sat down and asked casually, "Who do you like?"
"I..." Zhong Yang was speechless, his eyes rolled around, and he lowered his voice, "Don't tell anyone else that I like Brother Qing Zhuo."
Jiang Ji glanced at him without saying anything or showing any expression.
But Zhong Yang felt that this glance was meaningful, and then he suddenly noticed the coat Jiang Ji was wearing, and began to look up and down at Jiang Ji who was sitting next to him: "Eh? Is this Brother Qing Zhuo's clothes?"
Jiang Ji didn't respond.
Zhong Yang came closer and sniffed him hard: "I smell Brother Qing Zhuo."
"You have a dog nose," Jiang Ji frowned and said, "stay away from me."
"Why are you wearing Brother Qing Zhuo's coat?" Zhong Yang asked, "Tell me, are you my love rival?"
Jiang Ji looked at him as if he were a fool and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
After a while, Chen Jia walked to the door and waved to Jiang Ji. Jiang Ji pointed at himself and asked with his eyes if she was looking for him. Seeing Chen Jia nod, he stood up and walked over.
"Brother Qingzhuo asked me to give it to you," Chen Jia handed him a handbag, "He said your clothes were dirty."
Seeing Jiang Ji taking the handbag, Chen Jia said, "This is his clothes on you, right? I'll give it to him after you change. There should be no one in the dressing room next door now. Go quickly. I have something to do and will come back to see you later."
Jiang Ji lowered his eyes to look at the clothes in his handbag and said "hmm". He walked to the dressing room next door and pushed the door open.
Inside this dressing room is a changing room with a partition in the middle. Jiang Ji walked straight into the changing room and took the clothes out of his handbag.
The sweatshirt Qin Qingzhuo bought was also dark blue, but it was a little brighter than the one he was wearing. There were metal zippers on both sides of the sleeves, which was similar to the style of the jacket he was wearing now. It was a style that was both refined and cool, but not as mature. The price tag and the trademark had been cut off, but it didn't look cheap at first glance.