Category: Fanservice Paradox

It came way too fast. You really shouldn’t do bad things—the moment you do, you’re bound to get caught. Fang Juexia hurriedly pulled on his pajamas, nearly buttoning them wrong. His hands trembling, he vowed silently never to buy buttoned pajamas again. This hotel suite had no large wardrobe, the bed was solid with no…

Fang Juexia stared at the line of text on the screen, a solitary bedside lamp casting a dim, yellow glow, shrouding his blank mind. He wanted to reply, but his fingers felt stiff. Whatever he said seemed wrong. He stood frozen for a long while, until a knock sounded at the door. Uninvited, like the…

Pei Tingsong froze, but he had to maintain an air of confidence—otherwise, he’d risk being exposed as a clueless newbie in cross-server chat. Japanese, Western, domestic… Could they really be talking about watching videos? No way? Could they actually air that? “Vote again.” He Ziyan, Lu Yuan, and Pei Tingsong still voted for the captain.…

Fang Juexia withdrew his hand, suppressing the urge to let the corners of his mouth turn up. As the new teammates joined the game, the two of them parted ways—one returning to the red team’s side, the other heading to the blue team’s, separated by the host. As Ling Yi took the stage, Fang Juexia…

Just that one line sent the fans’ screams soaring, nearly shaking the entire studio to its foundations. Listening backstage, Cheng Qiang found it downright terrifying—it seemed like half of Kaleido’s fanbase were auditory CP shippers. “Online classes, Mr. Fang!” “Ahahaha, live-stream math lessons, Mr. Fang!” 　With everyone egging him on like this, Fang Juexia felt…

Pei Tingsong was left standing there, turning over Fang Juexia’s parting words in his mind. He dissected each syllable, letting them flutter like butterflies around his heart, circling in his chest. He had never liked anyone this much before. 　Having been immersed in humanistic musings since childhood, Pei Tingsong had always been arrogant about his…

Staring into Fang Juexia’s clear eyes, Pei Tingsong’s lips curved upward. He couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair, his expression tinged with a hint of pride and childishness. “Then I’ll be the second-smallest boring natural number.” “So you’re a little less interesting than me.” “Whatever. I’m sticking right behind you anyway.” Pei Tingsong…

Pei Tingsong shrugged. “Growing up is a process of evolving self-awareness. That’s why no one can escape the ‘it’s actually good’ phenomenon.” Hearing this, the fans below the stage found themselves unable to argue. Whether everyone truly experiences this “it’s actually good” moment, Fang Juexia didn’t know. But everyone was well aware of his picky…

“What?” Pei Tingsong spread his hands wide, his face a mask of disbelief. “Seriously?” But the male fan quickly couldn’t hold back his laughter. “No no no, just kidding! Could you please sign for me? I’d really appreciate it.” He even bowed. I knew it. Pei Tingsong tugged at the headband on his forehead. “Fine.…

Fang Juexia finally realized he could never beat Pei Tingsong. This guy was cunning and confident, fearless in everything—a pure natural talent. “Impressive,” Fang Juexia pushed him away, snatched the towel, and flung it at his face. Turning his back, he muttered, “Should I just give you a diploma?” Pei Tingsong dried his hair. “Right.…

Just moments ago, Pei Tingsong was still that arrogant, hot-tempered young master. Now, for some reason, he’s more adept at being affectionate than anyone else, practically like a giant dog—all he needs is a tail to wag. Fang Juexia couldn’t bring himself to refuse him, so he let him coax and persuade him into the…

As a highly acclaimed satellite TV variety show, the premiere of Escape from Heaven successfully propelled Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong into the national spotlight. At the very least, Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong leveraged their outstanding performances on the show to break out of the relatively niche idol sphere and enter the mainstream audience’s…

He finally admitted it. The moment the words left his lips, Fang Juexia felt as though he’d made the most rebellious decision of his life. But he was saved. All these days of being torn between obsession and retreat had nearly ripped him apart. He’d submerged himself in the glacier of reason, yet his heart…

When the song finally ended, Fang Juexia breathed a sigh of relief. In his view, when someone showed him kindness, he had to repay it, express gratitude, and respond in kind. Pei Tingsong was the sole exception—he knew he should respond, yet feared doing so. At least singing this song was a form of answer.…

Under Fang Juexia’s influence, Pei Tingsong truly embraced this identity and fully integrated into the kaleido team. He no longer felt the tug of identity conflict, nor did he cling solely to hip-hop as the sole outlet for his dreams as he once did. 　He recalled a phrase Fang Juexia had once shared with him…

That night, those four lines of lyrics kept circling in his mind, only when he embraced Fang Juexia did he drift into dreams. He dreamed he was a tree squeezed into existence between rocks on a cliff. The process of growing was painful— pain from the stones grinding against him, pain from being squeezed in…

“Alright! Kaleido’s ‘Breaking the Formation’ recording is complete! Great work, everyone.” Hearing the director’s voice, the six members finally relaxed, lining up to bow deeply toward the audience below. Their names echoed from the crowd, the sound washing over them like waves. Fang Juexia stood at the very center. Though usually composed and self-possessed, his…

Fang Juexia suddenly recalled the feeling he had as a child visiting an adoption center. Back then, he’d originally intended to take home a cute little lap dog, so he’d headed straight for the Pomeranians and Chihuahuas. But unexpectedly, there was a little Husky nearby. Its blue eyes gazed at him longingly, its paws scratching…

“What’s wrong with Juexia?” The camera assistant a few steps away witnessed the scene. “Are you okay?” Pei Tingsong steadied Fang Juexia in his arms. “He’s fine. Just exhausted. He hasn’t slept in so long he barely had the strength to walk down the steps.” He turned back to Fang Juexia. “Right?” Fang Juexia quickly…

Fang Juexia froze. His powerful, stable logical framework shattered in that instant, losing all functionality. His gaze shifted from their clasped hands to Pei Tingsong’s face. “Take a point”—the meaning was crystal clear to him. No one else in the world could grasp the significance of those words better than he, for they were originally…