FSGOR Ch37part1

Most of the time…

Chu Xuyu genuinely admired Jiang Tian—though last night’s cheek kiss had left him momentarily speechless.

He’d just gotten up from the couch in silence, with that trademark post-“forced kiss” blank expression, and gone on with his business like nothing happened.

And the next morning?

That guy could even act like absolutely nothing had happened.

Because he was going to a con, he changed into a new outfit, lips curved in a bright smile, looking like an overexcited puppy.

Chu Xuyu: “…”

This was… cursed behavior.

Still, knowing they were going out together, Chu Xuyu was surprisingly proactive—even though he had no real interest in conventions, his mood was still pretty good.

Unfortunately, their plans hit a small snag. The hotel was near Beijing University, and the taxi queue was over thirty minutes long—so they had no choice but to take the subway.

Rush hour on a city subway?

Unthinkable for someone like Chu Xuyu.

But he was nothing if not adaptable—what threw him off was seeing a familiar guilty look on Jiang Tian’s face again.

“Are you… a people-pleaser?”

Chu Xuyu stood in the subway car, arms folded defensively, as he dropped the question out of nowhere.

Jiang Tian blinked and looked up from his phone, briefly stunned.

He didn’t fully understand the question. He’d just been trying to maintain a respectful distance from others for his boss—doing his secretary duties properly.

He assumed this was some new MBTI work-compatibility thing.

Being the savvy intern he was, Jiang Tian chose the most workplace-friendly answer.

“I think I’m INFJ.”

Chu Xuyu had only thrown the question out casually, but seeing him respond so seriously, he raised a brow.

“You young people seem really into this stuff.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

Jiang Tian gave a relaxed smile. “It’s mostly my friends who care. They made me take the test. Just for fun.”

Honestly? That description was very INFJ-coded.

Calm and cool on the outside, but endlessly patient and hyper-responsible underneath. Always managing other people’s emotions. Basically, anyone who dated him would hit the jackpot.

Chu Xuyu wasn’t into personality tests himself—though his friend Shen Yan had once been obsessed with them and kept pestering him to take one.

He never had—until now.

“I’ll try it sometime.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Tian smiled again, clearly not too invested in the topic. He was just in a good mood about the convention, so he was open to whatever small talk came up.

After a few stops…

They arrived at the convention center station.

Grabbed drinks at a nearby convenience store.

Exited through D1, which led straight to the entrance queue.

The general admission line was already snaking around in a huge crowd.

But Chu Xuyu, of course, had bought the highest-tier VIP tickets.

They entered through a special fast lane.

Even then, the interior was packed.

The exhibition hall was a sea of color and chaos—young people in all kinds of outfits, carrying bags like they were about to raid the entire merch floor.

Booths stretched as far as the eye could see.

Chu Xuyu wasn’t used to crowded places, nor did he fully get the Gen Z pace.

Luckily, Jiang Tian was naturally considerate.

“We can take it slow,” he offered gently. “If you’re tired…”

“Want to sit and rest somewhere?”

Chu Xuyu, who was pretty fit thanks to years of gym training, didn’t actually feel tired.
So he simply replied, “We’ll go at your pace.”

His tone was soft—surprisingly intimate.

It hit Jiang Tian right in the chest.

He suddenly remembered what had happened the night before.

He’d played it cool, sure—but truth be told, he’d spent forever on the phone with Zhao Yuanhao, slowly realizing he might be spiraling into full-on curly-wurly-gay territory.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that.

Trying to stay focused, he pulled up his phone’s notepad app, scanning a very long shopping list full of fan merch he promised to pick up for his group chat friends.

Chu Xuyu took a glance.

At first, he didn’t think much of it—but thirty minutes later, they were still only halfway through Area A.

And there were still B, C, D, and F zones left.

And less than 1/5 of the list was checked off.

“…”

Chu Xuyu rubbed his temples.

And that didn’t even include Simon’s special order list.

If he actually tried to buy everything… it’d take a superhuman mission.

He’d thought this would be a casual stroll, like a date where they could leisurely browse the booths he liked.

But Jiang Tian was only focused on buying stuff for his friends.

Even when passing booths he liked, he barely paused.

Rushed to the next stop, checking things off the list.

Chu Xuyu grabbed his wrist. “Isn’t there anything you want to buy?”

“Me?”

Jiang Tian looked a little dazed. “It’s fine. I’ll get to that later. Let me finish their list first.”

Chu Xuyu frowned.
He didn’t think the kid even knew how to prioritize himself.

“I’m not in a hurry. I can stay all day.”

“But at least figure out what you like.”

Jiang Tian was speechless.

He was just… used to it.

Growing up under someone else’s roof, he learned to look at people’s expressions, to always yield to his cousin.

Only by doing that could he avoid harsher treatment from their uncle.

So yeah… maybe Chu Xuyu was right.

Even if he seemed cool and aloof, he’d never really known how to say no.

He just instinctively took care of others and left himself for last.

“Take your time.”

Chu Xuyu didn’t lecture him any further.

He just took the heavy folding bag from Jiang Tian’s hand—a move so casually affectionate it was borderline indulgent.

The CEO even tried to carry his water, but the boy was clearly too shy for that.

Still, their pace gradually slowed, and the mood shifted into something much softer.

They were starting to feel less like boss-and-intern… and more like a newly dating couple.

They kept wandering through the rows, their eyes only on each other, chatting and pointing things out.

But this was a fandom con.

Everywhere they turned were CP-shippers and overexcited fanboys/fangirls.

People who caught sight of them?

Lit up like flashlight beams.

Their stares were intense.

“My mom asked who I saw at the con today. I told her: two guys who walked straight out of a manhua!”

“Aaaaaah teacher!! Are these two real-life versions of my favorite BL couple?!”

“They’re so hot I almost drooled my way out of the building, holy sh—!!”

“?!!”

Jiang Tian was too focused on buying fan merch.

Chu Xuyu had a natural aura that filtered out background noise.

Neither of them realized they were one camera snap away from being mistaken for cosplayers.

“Teacher! Teacher!!”

“Can we take a picture with you two?”

“Teacher, me too! Wait, are you guys the couple from Perfect Match: 200% Compatibility?! The wolf and the pup?!”

A few girls clutching their phones rushed up to them, excited.

Jiang Tian and Chu Xuyu blinked in confusion, totally clueless about what they were being asked.

“Sorry,”

Jiang Tian replied politely. “You’ve got the wrong people.”

The girls weren’t embarrassed at all. They just giggled, blushing as they walked away.

Neither man had a clue what just happened—until they passed by a booth for a certain popular Chinese manhua. It was loaded with official merch, super flashy, and flanked by several fan booths. Hanging above them were some very attention-grabbing banners:

“Wolf Bro, Your Lil Bro Turned Into Your Phone Contact! It’s All Your Fault!”

“Puppy x Wolf Bro—Give Me a Whole Soccer Team of Babies!”

“If You Know I Ship PuppyWolf, You Know I’m Blessed by the Gods!”

…

Wait.

Wasn’t this the series those girls had mistaken them for earlier?

Jiang Tian still didn’t realize how serious this was.

They’d meant to check out the main booth, but accidentally wandered into the “Give Me a Soccer Team” fan corner. The content was… vivid.

Even for seasoned fandom veterans, the displays were enough to leave them speechless.

Chu Xuyu handled it a little better. He paused, then picked up a fanbook. “This actually matches the vibe of that film we watched.”

Jiang Tian: “…”

He meant that GV (gay video)!

How could a person be this shameless?

Jiang Tian didn’t reply, clearly intending to leave the booth.

Chu Xuyu, of course, stayed right there flipping pages.
He raised an eyebrow at the first illustration—it was a bit… graphic.

Jiang Tian sighed. Before he could drag the man away, he caught the sound of something off.

Right under his nose, a young staffer in uniform and an ID badge came rushing to the official booth, visibly panicked.

“It’s a disaster!!”

The staffer’s lips were pale. “The cosplay performers for Wolf Bro and Puppy got food poisoning—they’re in the hospital!”

“And the stage performance starts in less than half an hour!”

This was a high-profile event with fans traveling from all over just to meet the characters. If the cosplay actors couldn’t perform, there’d be hell to pay online.

The poor staffer was almost in tears. He’d been in charge of ordering their meals.