"Fu Ziming! Fu Ziming..."
Spontaneously, a chant emerged within the sports stadium, eagerly welcoming the newly arrived dignitary.
Dressed in a tailor-made suit, Fu Ziming walked leisurely, offering polite smiles now and then. Calmly waving his hand, he signaled for the crowd to quiet down.
A very low-profile approach to handling things.
His girlfriend Anya, linked arm in arm with him, wore a bright red floor-length gown with a plunging V-neck that revealed much of her figure, and her heavily made-up features were hardly recognizable.
Beneath Anya's eyebrows and eyes lay an unhideable delight. Imitating the stars on the red carpet, she smiled and greeted the fans on both sides, contrasting starkly with the man's subtlety.
The entertainment industry's rising male idol singer, unabashedly appearing with his girlfriend in public, evoked envy and sighs from many.
Engrossed in their world, Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer paid no heed to this episode on the scene, whispering to each other by the ear.
The soft chairs beside them cast two shadows.
Then came a sharp, seemingly dissatisfied female voice, "What is this? Weren't we promised the best seats? Why are there people here?"
"There are several empty seats here, it's all the same wherever we sit," the male voice responded with a distinct, slightly husky timbre.
"How can they be the same! Ziming, you are the hot singer in the circle now, aren't you afraid of demeaning your status by sitting somewhere else?" Anya fervently disagreed with Fu Ziming's view, for it wasn't just about a seat; it was about status and position.
Why couldn't her boyfriend be more aggressive and competitive!
"Alright, Ya Ya, I came here today to support Lubao, not to vie for status," Fu Ziming ignored her and sat down directly in the closest seat of the front row.
"You! If you won't speak up, I will! Those two seat were clearly arranged for you; why should others sit there?!" Anya glared at her boyfriend, already seated, and sharply clacked over in her ten-centimeter high heels, stopping in front of Gu Xiaoer and Han Luoli.
As if to assert her presence, she cleared her throat, "You two, are you Lubao's invited guests?"
"Ah, no!" The two looked unfazed, Gu Xiaoer casually responding as they continued to scroll through a collection of jokes on the phone.
Anya, completely ignored, immediately felt indignant. She sized up Gu Xiaoer, decked in unbranded clothing from head to toe. The man beside her, though, seemed to have a good figure, but his clothes? Equally unbranded. Contempt filled her gaze, "If you're not Lubao's guests, you shouldn't be sitting here!"
"Eh?" Finally, Gu Xiaoer looked up, but it was towards the man at her side, full of astonishment. "Da Luoluo, are we in the wrong seats?" The tickets were bought by Han Luoli, who also chose the spot, and with someone contesting the seat, she felt a bit worried.
"No, don't move," the man said without sparing Anya half a glance, pressing down Gu Xiaoer's head, as they continued focusing on the phone screen.
"Hey, you!" Anya choked, her heavily painted face suddenly unsettled, "Do you know who I am?!"
"Even if you're someone, you can't just take someone else's seat!" Gu Xiaoer's voice drifted lightly, and as she looked up, she was startled by the woman in the thick makeup and bright red gown before her.
Wen Ya narrowed her eyes, about to erupt, but then her tone suddenly changed, "Gu Xiaoer, it's you!"
Taken aback by having her name called, Gu Xiaoer blinked her large eyes and, upon reopening them, analyzed carefully for a long time before uncertainly beginning,
"Anya?" She couldn't help but marvel; the world was indeed small, bumping into a high school classmate even at a concert.