Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  "Knock knock-"

  Bai Su swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She felt that she was really too thirsty, and the big-bearded prison guard hadn't even poured her a cup of tea just now.

  "I'm not sick," said Bai Su. She now understood that this guy in front of her was different from other young people.

  The young people she knew before were naive, immature, and easily tempted and deceived. When she asked them if they wanted to become superstars, they nodded enthusiastically with excitement, some of them just grinned foolishly and couldn't even speak coherently.

  Tang Zhong, he is more cautious.

  "Did you think what I said just now was all nonsense? Did you think I was deceiving you?" Bai Su changed her tone of conversation.

  "Yes." Táng Zhòng said frankly. He walked to his desk and sat down, saying: "However, these are not important. I don't want to be a star, nor do I want to be chased by others."

  Bai Su was momentarily speechless. This guy's refusal was too quick and too decisive, making her a bit unacceptable.

  Nowadays young people ----- is there anyone who doesn't want to be a star? If so, why would "China's Good Voice" be so popular?

  "Do you know Tong Xin?" Bai Su stared into Tong Chong's eyes and asked.

  Tang Zhong sat up straight and smiled at Bai Su, saying: "Do you know her?"

  I don't know what's going on, but looking at his smiling face, Bai Su doesn't feel relieved, instead she feels a kind of tension. It's as if there's some kind of monster hiding behind him, and as soon as he turns around, it will make a big scary face at her.

  "We know each other," said Bai Su. "And we're quite familiar with each other. This time I came looking for you, it's about Tang Xin's matter."

  "Oh. I'm not familiar with her." Tang Zhong said.

  "Tang Zhong." Bai Su was angry. "Tang Xin is your sister. Your twin sister. She's in trouble now and needs your help."

  Tang Zhong smiled with a mouthful of small white teeth and said: "I've said it before, I don't know her."

  "I know you hate her. You hate her and your mother for abandoning you, you hate her for never coming to see you-----" Bai Su said loudly.

  She rummaged through the bookcase in the corner of the room, pulled out a few records and posters, and threw them on Tang Zhong's desk. "You know her," she said loudly. "Not only do you know her, but you also care about her deeply. Otherwise, why would you have her records and posters?"

  Tang Chong fell silent.

  After a long time, Tang Zhong asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with her?"

  "There's something wrong with her heart."

  "I am not a doctor," said Tang Zhong.

  "There's no need for you to save her, she has already been sent by the company to England for surgery," said Bai Su.

  "What exactly do you want to say?" Tang Zhong furrowed his brow.

  "Do you know about Tang Xin's situation?"

  Tang Chong narrowed his eyes again and flashed a trademark smile, saying: "Isn't that just being a star?"

  "Not bad. Tang Xin is a star. She is the lead singer of Butterfly."

  "What did you tell me these for?"

  "You have all of Tang Xin's records, so you should be clear that Hu Die is a girl group that has risen in the past two years and has a very good development momentum. We have reason to believe that it will become a future heavenly queen-level combination. However, Tang Xin's heart problems have led to Hu Die facing a crisis of disbandment-----this is something the company does not want to see, and also something your sister does not want to see."

  "What's next?" Tang Chong suddenly had a feeling of impending danger.

  "Bai Su's expression was serious as she looked at Tang Chong, saying word by word: 'You... are... her... substitute.'"

  Tang Zhong's jaw dropped. Is there anything crazier than this?

  "You're kidding, right?" Tang Zhong said.

  "I don't have time nor interest in joking about the health of people I care about," said Bai Su.

  "What you just said is... Butterfly is a girl group?"

  "Yes."

  "But I am a man." Tang Zhong was anxious.

  He spread his legs apart and said, "Don't believe me? Touch it."

  Bai Su hasn't touched it.

  "I know you're a man. Tang Xin's style is androgynous, we can totally make you look just like her - most importantly, you two are twins. Without physical contact, no one will be able to discover this secret."

  Bai Su's body was pressed against the table, her plump breasts also presented in front of Tang Chong, a tempting and alluring sight.

  She used one finger to lift Tang Zhong's chin, and carefully examined his delicate face like a rogue teasing an innocent girl. She clicked her tongue in admiration and said: "It really looks alike. When I saw the photo, I thought it looked similar, but now that I see you in person, it looks even more alike - Tang Zhong, it's definitely you."

  No matter what the reason is, Tang Chong would rather die than mingle with a group of women on the stage under the gaze of thousands.

  I don't sing songs.

  "You don't have to sing."

  "I speak in a low voice."

  "You don't need to speak, other team members will take care of it."

  I have an Adam's apple.

  "We can cover it with accessories."

  Tang suddenly had an idea and pointed at his own flat chest, saying: "I don't have a chest."

  "Your sister doesn't either," said Bai Su.

  Tang Zhong is not afraid of "fake", but afraid of "niang".

  A man disguising himself as a woman is called an otokonoko.

  This behavior is something that a true and violent iron-blooded man cannot tolerate.

  "I really want to help, but I can't do this," said Tang Chong. "I think you'd better come up with another way to solve the problem. If this fake behavior is exposed, it will damage the image of the Butterfly Group even more."

  "You haven't done it, how do you know it's not good?" Bai Su refused to give up and continued to persuade. "Besides, this is only temporary. Once Tang Xin's surgery is over, your mission will also be over. At that time, Tang Xin is Tang Xin, you are you, there won't be any more interaction."

  Tang Zhong did not respond.

  Tang Xin is the captain of the butterfly. Bringing the butterfly to a wider stage, standing in a higher position, and even winning the Grammy Award is Tang Xin's dream and her heart's desire ----- We can also announce the news of Tang Xin's serious illness to the media and find a new person to replace her position. But when Tang Xin comes back, will the butterfly still be the same as before?

  Tang Chong shook his head and said: "I'm a student. I've already been admitted to Nanjing University, and there's only half a month left before school starts. I need to study, I'm afraid I won't have time to help you."

  "Tang Xin also attended Nan Da at first." Bai Su sighed softly.

  Then, she looked at Tang Zhong and said: "Don't worry. It won't affect your studies. The university courses are very easy, and we only ask you to come out when there are activities. When Tang Xin comes back, your work will be over. It won't take too long."

  "What if she doesn't come back?" Tang Zhong asked.

  Bai Su looked at Tang Zhong and said: "Is this what you wanted?"

  Tang Chong smiled bitterly.

  If this is what he wanted, why did he need to take the entrance exam for Nanjing University?

  "I still can't agree with you," Tang Zhong refused to say. "I have my own life. I don't want to replace anyone."

  "Tang Zhong." Bai Su called out in a long and drawn-out tone. She hoped that Tang Zhong would reconsider.

  "I've already replied to you," said Tang Chong. He picked up his brush and said, "Excuse me, I need to practice my calligraphy."

  The door of the room was pushed open and the master of the house walked in with a gloomy face.

  Of course, because of the many whiskers on his face, every time he saw him, he had a dark expression.

  He looked at Bai Su and said: "Drive over tomorrow to pick him up."

  "Ah?" Bai Su looked at Big Beard in surprise. Didn't Tang Chong say he disagreed?

  "He will agree," said the master of the house.

  "Alright, alright." Bai Su said repeatedly. "Then I'll come pick him up tomorrow. You father and son have a good chat, I'm going back first."

  After finishing speaking, Bai Su retreated with a joyful face.

  The big bearded man pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Tang Zhong, saying: "Go."

  "Why?"

  "She is your sister."

  "We've never met before."

  "She is also your sister."

  "They left so many years ago and never came back to visit us once."

  "That's your sister," said the big-bearded man.

  He looked at the discs and posters on the table and said, "I know you care about her. You bought all of her discs, collected posters related to her, you knew she went to Nan Da, and you also got into Nan Da-----she's having a hard time now, go help her out."

  No wonder Bai Su was able to find these privately stored discs and posters earlier. The master of the house had already informed him in advance.

  Tang Chong looked at his father's big beard and said discontentedly: "Didn't you just say to let us talk ourselves, why are you interfering?"

  "I don't take part in discussions," said the big-bearded man. "I only take part in results."

  "I really envy you being my dad." Tang Chong said. If it were someone else, he would have punched him a long time ago.

  The big-bearded man burst out laughing.

  Although his dense beard covered half of his face, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes revealed his current mood.

  "This is also the proudest thing in my life." The big beard looked at Tang Chong, full of pride on his face and in his heart.

  (PS: After waking up, I have collected nearly 3,000 likes, over 3,000 red envelopes, and the rewards in RMB that Lao Liu is about to receive have already exceeded 15,000. Imperial Guard, can you do better?)

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