Mr. Yuan is Always Unhappy - Chap 88

CH88 – EXTRA 2: EVERYDAY I WAKE UP TO SEE THE GROUP LEADER ACTING PRETENTIOUS

After giving him the cold shoulder for a few days, I don’t know if it’s my misconception, but he seemed to be even more affectionate towards me than before.

Another group member said to me privately: “Didn’t you and Leo have a fight a few days ago. One day, he asked me to go clubbing with him. After getting drunk, he grabbed onto me and called your name, saying repeatedly ‘Don’t ignore me, and don’t stop playing with me’. He looked so pitiful that if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he had been dumped.”

When he said these words, he was all smiles, looking like he was making a joke. However, my heart gave a thud. Leo always examined me with a kind of penetrating gaze. So it wasn’t just me who could tell that it didn’t seem right.

Although I really wanted to seize every chance and opportunity that appeared, this didn’t include selling my chrysanthemum. I wasn’t a gentleman, but I also had my bottom line and principles. Just like how I’m willing to wear a Mr. Goody-goody mask to gain more opportunities, but I won’t step on my teammates’ shoulders to climb upwards.

And I also didn’t want to develop any relationship beyond a broship with a dumbass.

Of all the friends I’ve made since childhood, this guy was definitely the most lacking in moral integrity, undoubtedly. I don’t believe he’s a homosexual. I’ve seen him flirt and hook up with girls too many times, and even helped him clean up the condoms in the room from his one night stands. Does that mean he’s bi? But I’ve also never seen him have any abnormal relationship with a guy.

I didn’t really understand what exactly was he doing. Perhaps he just wanted to change the flavor up and it just happened, I’m together with him everyday. Therefore, he gained the idea to top me. Yet at the same time, he was still concerned about our relationship as bros and teammates, and didn’t feel comfortable executing the thought. Other than randomly sneaking peeks at me, he hasn’t done anything too inappropriate.

If he really acted a bit more shameless and jumped me seeking for a beating, I’d have been happy to satisfy him. With the current situation, it’s not like I can just ask him directly: “Are you thinking about topping me”. When he leans his face close in an overly friendly manner, it’s not like I can give him a smack either.

This evening, we had a commercial performance on a TV station. We went over there together to rehearse in the afternoon. As soon as he saw me, he asked: “Where did you go yesterday night? I called you the entire night. How come you didn’t answer?”

I said without any change in my expression: “I was practicing dance moves in the company. The music was too loud, I didn’t hear.”

He then said: “Then how come you didn’t return a call later on when you saw my calls? And to even turn off your phone!”

I said: “After I finished practicing, it was past 11pm. Originally I wanted to return the call, but my phone was out of batteries.”

He said relentlessly: “Stop searching for excuses. There are so many telephones in the company. You could have randomly found one to return my call. I drank too much and couldn’t return home. I was waiting for you to come help drive me. If I can’t find you when I need you, what’s the point of digging out my heart and organs to treat you well all day?”

I just knew that he was searching for me in the middle of the night for that kind of trifles. Therefore, I had deliberately ignored the call and turned my phone off. Naturally I couldn’t say the truth and had no choice but to continue pretending to be stupid: “I practiced dance moves for several hours. Where would I get the strength to drive you. If you wanted someone useful, just grab a substitute driver on the streets and do your best to treat them well.”

He gave me a sideways glance and said impishly: “If I really treated someone else well, wouldn’t you get angry?”

…… Excuse me?

Done rehearsing, everyone went to eat dinner together. After returning, we waited for the start of the performance backstage. I sat in the corner playing a game on my phone. He leaned over shamelessly, saying: “Ai, when we’re done performing later, where are you going?”

I answered without even looking up: “No where. I’m going home.”

He said: “Going home that early is so boring. Come play with me for a while.”

Right now, I didn’t really want to spend time alone with him. I found an excuse and said: “I have a bit of a cold and want to sleep early.”

He was clearly somewhat disappointed. After pausing for a moment, he finally said: “Then I’ll drive you back.”

I refused, saying: “No need. The company prepared a van and can drop me off along the way.”

He said: “Nooo. Why are you taking a van while sick? Are you trying to transmit your virus to others on the way back? It’s better for me to drive you.”

I said somewhat amused: “Does your car have its own quarantine system? If I sat in your car, wouldn’t I infect you all the same?”

He reached out a hand and hooked it around my shoulders, saying impishly: “I’m happy to be infected by you.”

I lowered my head and continued to play my game, pretending I didn’t hear.

Not even half a minute later, the hand resting on my shoulder started misbehaving. The collar of the performance uniform was somewhat large. Half of my clavicle was exposed outside. As soon as his fingertips touched it, I threw him off and said with a colder, warning tone: “Move over.”

He withdrew his hand and mumbled quietly: “It’s not like you’re going to lose a chunk of meat with just a little touch. So stingy.”

I practically laughed in anger and asked back: “You don’t have one yourself? Go touch your own.”

He actually raised his hand and touched his own clavicle , saying: “I wouldn’t even touch other people’s if they begged me. Your clavicle looks too nice, not like mine. My clavicles are short. When I applied for a gym card, the trainer told me if I exercised it more, it’d get better. Bullshit. Even after training for over two years, it’s still the same.”

I turned my head. He pulled down his collar for me to see and said: “Look, isn’t it not as nice as yours?”

Me: “……”

Actually…… it wasn’t ugly.

However, I wouldn’t praise him right in the face. After giving it a glance, I lowered my head and continued to play on my phone.

This guy was always bursting with self-confidence, peerless. He always thought himself as the best and most outstanding. Speaking the truth, he didn’t dance well; his singing wasn’t particularly impressive. He wasn’t diligent and wasn’t very smart either. Every performance, he’d lazily wave his arms and hop around leisurely on stage. The songs in our album didn’t really require any singing skills. When it’s his turn to sing, he’d just randomly sing a bit. Even with this, he has still attracted more than 4 million fans by this point.

Ultimately, it’s mainly because of his good looks.

Besides having group fans, boy bands also had quite a number of individual fans In our group, I have the highest popularity for the time being. He’s second; however, his fans were just like him, exuding insufferable and arrogant auras all day long and often getting into vicious fights with my fans; neither accepted each other. Perhaps because I had friendly interactions and relationships with other members of the group on stage and off stage, every time they started fighting, the fans of the other team members would always try to stand on my side. His fans were somewhat alienated, but those little girls always defended him stubbornly with the same one-trick method. When other people said ‘Tomas dances well’, his fans would say ‘my family’s Leo is very good-looking’. When other people said ‘Abel’s pitch is amazing’, his fans would say ‘my family’s Leo is very good-looking’. When other people said ‘Carl is very funny’, his fans would say ‘my family’s Leo is very good-looking’.

In short, their family’s Leo. Is. Very. Good-Looking.

I also admit that he looked pretty good. As long as he didn’t open his mouth, his attractiveness level was at least above 80%. Otherwise where would he get the over 4 million fans with that kind of shitty personality? Little girls never learn how to properly look past appearances to see the truth. They couldn’t tell at all that this guy was an asshole inside and out.

It was finally time for us to perform. We went on stage and sang an upbeat dance music, then a slow romance. When we left the stage, Leo followed behind me but accidentally tripped slightly. Staggering, he fell towards me from behind. I hastily stood firm and asked: “Are you okay?”

He laid on my back, saying: “I’m fine.”

Then he maintained this position and gave me a pinch on my waist.

Slightly angry, I squeezed his hand and said: “Is your hand feeling itchy?”

The agent standing below thought we were joking and chatting and urged us saying: “What are you guys doing? Hurry up and get down!”

The staff handed us water one by one. I accepted the water and went to the side to drink it without looking at him again.

I felt like there was an issue with my tactics. Logically speaking, I expressed it so obviously, anyone with the slightest bit of self-awareness would know to exercise some restraint. He, on the other hand, was going for the mile after being given an inch.

After a while, the agent asked me: “Where did Leo go?”

I suppressed my anger and said: “I didn’t see him.”

The agent said: “Hurry up and find him. There’s an interview later. All the members must attend. That guy just doesn’t like to interact with reporters and probably went off to hide somewhere again.”

I had no choice but to give him a call. However, I discovered that his phone was inside the bag that I carried around. Most likely, he didn’t have a place to put it before getting on stage so he casually tossed it inside. Next I went backstage and looked around all over. Finally a staff member told me they might have seen him enter the 2nd floor bathroom.

When I entered the bathroom, however, I didn’t see him. The doors to the stalls were closed. I called his name and asked: “Are you inside? We still need to do an interview.”

No one replied.

I planned to leave. After pulling open the door, I faintly heard some faint noises from the stalls.

I closed the door and stood there, unmoving.

After a few seconds, an unfamiliar man’s voice said from a stall: “Seems like they left? They’re looking for you to do an interview.”

“You talk too much.” Through the door, Leo’s voice sounded a bit distorted: “Don’t you see how hard I am? Am I supposed to go out there and make a fool of myself?”

That person said: “Is there a teddy poodle living in your head? So hard after just singing two songs?”

Leo said viciously: “Your entire family is teddies! If I didn’t put my hands around him…… pei, why should I explain this to you? Enough talk, hurry up!”

There’s no more conversation. A moment later, Leo cursed, saying: “Fck, do you know how to suck or not?”

“Hold it in your mouth a little deeper. En……”

“That’s right…… a little more deeper…… en hmm……”

I originally thought he was trying to slack off again because he didn’t want to do the interview, that’s why he didn’t answer me. I never imagined I’d eavesdrop on this kind of secretive personal matters.

And to almost turn hard from listening.

Clearly, someone was blowing the pipe for him, yet he was yelling like he was being fcked and pleasured to the heavens. What a fcking slut.

The agent asked me: “Where’s he?”

I said: “Couldn’t find him.”

The agent was a bit panicked: “Aren’t the two of you stuck together all day?”

I said with a blackened face: “Who’d have the time to stick with him?”

The agent: “……forget it, forget it. Carl, you go find him. Remember to check the 2nd floor.”

The team member gave a noise of acknowledgement and got ready to go. I hesitated briefly and gave chase to yank him back: “No need to go. He will return in a bit.”

Actually, it’s not like I was the one about to be humiliated. Why should I care about him?

After he returned, he slowly scooted next to me and said clumsily: “You went to find me just now? I encountered a friend and had a chat with them.”

I gave a perfunctory ‘en’. I saw that the corners of his eyes and cheeks were both a bit red. He looked like he had run back in a hurry. However, I knew that it was because he hasn’t recovered from his climax yet.

I turned and looked away. For some unknown reason, I really wanted to give him a ruthless beating.

After interviewing, we got ready to return home. He chased after me, asking: “Come sit in my car again. Don’t sit in the van.”

I felt annoyed just looking at him: “No need.”

He said unwillingly: “I’m so bored by myself. Don’t go with them. Can’t you keep me company?”

I blurted out: “Do I have to feed you milk too?”

His face fell. He looked a bit unhappy, but also somewhat incredulous that I was snapping back at him.

I also regretted it somewhat. These words really didn’t match my usual style. Therefore, I said vaguely: “I don’t feel very good. It wasn’t meant to be directed at you.”

He immediately beamed with a smile and said: “I knew it!”

I thought to myself, You know shit. The only thing you know is to bark at the heavens and earth and everything in between.

His brazen move to take a slight advantage of me was just this once. Since that day, he never did this shit again. Even when he talked to me, he always maintained a safe distance. Occasionally, his eyes would slide downwards briefly, but it wasn’t too excessive.

More than a month later, we won the award for best new boyband at a music awards ceremony. This was the first professional reward we obtained after making our first public performance. It held great significance to us. Everyone was extremely happy and got ready to go out and celebrate together.

Abel suggested calling over a girl band from our company, saying that it’s more fun with more people. Actually, we all know that he was secretly in love with a girl from that group. However, he had thin skin and got easily embarrassed so no one wanted to expose him.

Leo, who didn’t pay attention to company gossip, was completely unaware of this and said to the side: “I’m not going. I have a sore in my mouth and can’t eat or drink. It’s already fine playing by yourselves, why bring a bunch of girls?”

Abel felt too embarrassed to speak, therefore Carl said jokingly: “There’s a girl in their group that likes Tomas. It’s a good opportunity for us to introduce them together.”

I refused to carry this blame and said: “That’s not true. We’re all colleagues. Stop talking nonsense.”

Carl clicked his tongue and said: “How is it not true? Last time she even asked you for your phone number. I saw it. If we’re all colleagues, why didn’t she ask for our numbers?”

Actually, the thing about asking for my number was true. Therefore, I joked about it casually for a bit. In the end, everyone still decided to call them to come along with us; Abel went to contact them.

After agreeing on a time and place, everyone decided to disperse and do some other stuff first.

Leo sat to the side like a lord, motionless. I asked him: “I’m going to practice dance moves. How about you return home. You’re not going tonight anyways.”

He gave me a sideways glance and glared at me saying: “Who said I’m not going?”

Clearly it was he who said it himself that he wasn’t going. I followed along with him and said: “Changed your mind? You want to go?”

When he spoke just now, he tugged on the sore in his mouth. Miserably covering his cheek, he learned from his experience and said quietly: “Obviously. Why is it that only you guys get to celebrate with outsiders after obtaining the award?”

For once, he didn’t have an arrogant expression on his face, which made him a lot more likable than usual.

I went to practice dance moves. He returned home to sleep.

After dance practice, the time was still early. I went home first and changed clothes. Along the way, I found the bottle of traditional medicine that my mom had bought for me when she came to visit Beijing, which was used to treat oral sores. When I was younger, I always had sores whenever it reached autumn and winter and have used this medicine many times; the result was extremely effective.

Let that annoying asshole use it, to avoid him throwing a temper at others, because his mouth hurt.

If I knew at this time that we’d have a fall out at night, I definitely wouldn’t have brought this bottle of medicine over.