Picking Up Fragments

For over an hour, Jiang Siming finally came out of the restroom, looking quite satisfied from his expression.

After he emerged, a blonde stewardess limped out quickly and disappeared into the cabin in the blink of an eye.

Later, the plane arrived in London, and Wei Shen and the others woke up, taking their belongings and getting off the plane.

Wang Duoyu, feeling somewhat unwilling, walked to the cabin door intending to bid farewell to the blonde beauty he had set his eyes on.

But she ignored him, her alluring gaze entirely focused on Jiang Siming. Before parting, the sense of reluctance and attachment in her eyes caused Wang Duoyu's heart to ache.

"Let's go, brother. Lao Jiang was right. Don't look for him for these kinds of girl-chasing activities in the future," Wei Shen said, patting Wang Duoyu's fragile shoulder earnestly.

"Yeah, I won't look for him even if I'm beaten to death!" Wang Duoyu expressed his agreement deeply.

The group disembarked, and Jiang Siming also put that blonde beauty behind him.

This was originally just a fling, a process of indulgence, and his heart didn't budge an inch.

After disembarking, a rented bus arranged by the club personnel in London sent the entire team to the hotel.

London's night scenery was beautiful. Everyone had already slept enough on the plane, so they chatted and lingered on the bus.

Except for Jiang Siming, who slept again.

"Lao Jiang, are you feeling unwell from the change in environment? Why have you been sleeping all the way?" Wei Shen didn't know what Jiang Siming had been up to during the last few hours on the plane.

"Oh, maybe a bit. I'll be fine after a nap," Jiang Siming brushed it off.

Meanwhile, at Seoul Airport in South Korea, two graceful figures each carried a small suitcase, preparing to board the plane.

Both of them wore duckbill caps and masks and sunglasses, as if afraid of being recognized.

"Zhixiao, Enhui unnie isn't really coming?" Lin Yun'er asked.

"Yeah, her company just picked up a new drama, and she's in a meeting. She really doesn't have time," Song Zhixiao replied.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Okay, then it's just the two of us going."

As soon as they mentioned going to London, Lin Yun'er was very happy.

Not only could she relax and enjoy the trip, but she could also visit the Chinese netizen who once played games with her.

Thinking that she would be able to see him in a couple of days, Lin Yun'er couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

She was a well-known Korean actress, having seen countless scenes and fans, but this kind of nervousness was the first time it occurred, especially since it was her first time meeting an online friend.

I wonder what that Chinese oppa looks like...

Just as they were about to board, Song Zhixiao's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello? What? Right now? Okay okay, I'll come over right away." Song Zhixiao hung up the phone.

Lin Yun'er looked puzzled, sensing something bad.

"Zhixiao unnie, what's wrong?"

With a look of apology, Song Zhixiao said, "Captain Liu just called me, saying there's been a change in plans, and they need to start filming the latest episode of Running Man ahead of schedule. I have to go back."

"Ah? Then... then what about me..." Lin Yun'er suddenly panicked, feeling both angry and wronged.

They had agreed to go together, but one by one, they didn't keep their promises.

"I have no choice either. I'm really sorry, Yun'er. How about this, don't go either. I'm worried if you go to London alone. Let's both refund our tickets and go back together?" Song Zhixiao said.

Lin Yun'er wanted to agree, but somehow, she shook her head and said, "No need, I hardly ever get time off. I'll just go to London by myself for a few days and come back."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Song Zhixiao was somewhat worried.

"Don't worry, I've been to London several times, and I know English. There's nothing to worry about," Lin Yun'er reassured her.

"Okay then, let me accompany you to board. Remember to call me when you arrive in London."

In the end, Lin Yun'er boarded the plane to London alone.

...

After checking into the hotel, the entire team had a meal at the hotel's second-floor restaurant at 4 am.

The club members used their phones to livestream outdoors for the thousands of fans eagerly awaiting back home, of course, using Wei Shen's livestream channel.

They had a contract with 4am and Huya, so Jiang Siming understood this point.

As soon as the livestream started, viewers flooded in, searching for their favorite idols.

"Have they arrived in England?"

"So this is London, huh? I've never been there before."

"Wei Jiang, how much is pork belly today per kilogram?"

"I came specially from Douyu, I'm here to support my Ming God!"

"Here for Ming God!"

"Turn the camera to my Ming God, please. I want to see my husband!"

"Wei Shen is still chubby, and Ming God is still so handsome! Truly the absolute visual representatives of 4am!"

...

The club members moved their phones around the faces of the four 4am team members.

Finally, under the pressure of the barrage, they aimed the camera at Ming God and Wei Shen's table.

There was no choice. These two were absolutely popular players, and the audience was eager to watch them.

The person filming was glad that Jiang Siming and Wei Shen were sitting together; otherwise, it would have been difficult to choose.

Hearing that the livestream had started, Jiang Siming had just woken up in the car.

With sleepy eyes and messy hair, he yawned and leaned in front of the phone camera.

Jiang Siming had never done outdoor or mobile livestreaming before and thought it was the same as livestreaming with a computer, so he brought his face very close to the camera.

Despite Jiang Siming looking very sleepy, his authentic appearance endeared him to the audience.

Instead of being put off, the viewers cheered him on.

"It's the first time I've seen Ming God's face up close like this. I just want to say, damn, he's handsome!" Stay connected through empire

"Why is Ming God so sleepy? Hahaha, so cute~"

"My husband looks so good even when he's not groomed. You jerks, don't even think about it!"

"Ming God's husband is mine!"

"Oh my god, seeing Ming God's face, then looking at Wei Jiang, let's not say anything. I'm afraid it will hurt the pig's feelings."

Wei Shen, who had been sneakily reading the barrage, saw it and was furious. If it weren't for Jiang Siming pulling him back, he really wanted to sit with Wang Duoyu and the others.

At this moment, a hotel waiter came over to ask the four of them what dishes they would like and handed them the menu.

Wei Shen and his companions suddenly felt embarrassed. Damn, the menu was all in English, who the hell could understand it?

So they pretended to carefully study the menu, keeping their heads down and refusing to lift them up, constantly flipping through the pages as if they could find a caterpillar crawling out of it.

Jiang Siming, on the other hand, was very casual. He glanced at the menu and said to the waiter, "I'll have a berry pancake, Benedict eggs, pancakes with duck meat, and also some honey butter and a cup of coffee."

With a perfect London accent, the waiter was amazed.

When it was Wei Shen and his friends' turn, the three of them were hesitant and didn't know what to say.

The audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, they didn't study well when they were young, now they're in London and can't even speak."

"All three of them are illiterate, who's more embarrassed!"

"I'm laughing so hard. Without comparison, it's fine, but as soon as Ming God speaks, they feel embarrassed, hahaha."

"Wei Shen: Give me two pounds of pork belly!"

"Wei Jiang must be regretting it now. He should have studied harder back then."

...

Jiang Siming knew they couldn't speak English, so he kindly ordered something for each of them.

"I ordered something else for you guys. If it's not good, don't blame me," Jiang Siming laughed.

"No, no," Wei Shen and the others quickly waved their hands.

Before they could thank Jiang Siming for helping them out, they realized that whether the food tasted good or not was more important than saving face!