What's Wrong with Liking Underground Idols?

A hot-tempered, sharp-tongued, stubbornly innocent puppy of a top x a cunning beauty who knows how to work a crowd, bottom

Wen Su comes from a complicated family background and has to work two jobs a day.

By day, he’s a corporate drone, constantly butting heads with a coworker from the department next door.

By night, he squeezes into a dim, noisy little venue to perform as an underground idol, “Rei,” a secret he can tell no one.

As a newly debuted underground idol group, they have no investors backing them and no chance of appearing on television. All they can rely on is their fans’ affection.

Wen Su’s outstanding fan-service skills and striking contrast, a cool, distant face that turns warm and gentle when he smiles, have won him a huge following of devoted fans.

His makeup and smile are the line dividing his days from his nights.

These are two parallel lives that should never intersect.

Until Wen Su pulls aside a curtain and sees a coworker, someone who should only exist in his daytime life, at an underground idol event.

…And it looks like the guy hasn’t recognized him at all.

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Wei Songhan recently became a fan of an underground idol.

At a lively café, his friends dragged him along to help liven things up. One moment he was complaining that the music was too loud; the next, he froze when a pretty little idol brought him a menu and smiled at him.

Later, Wei Songhan learned that the idol group and the café had teamed up for a cross-dressing-themed event.

Cross-dressing.

Cross-dressing?

“…Why the hell didn’t you tell me this was a boy group?”

“You never asked.”

He’d mistaken the first idol he ever liked for a girl. But what kind of guy would be a fan of another guy? No matter how good-looking he was, it didn’t matter.

Wei Songhan opened his phone to unfollow him, then saw the idol’s latest post.

“Thanks for coming out to support us tonight (photo in drag)”

Wei Songhan’s finger paused, then tapped Like.

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Later, the truth came out: one of them had been moonlighting as an underground idol without his coworker knowing, while the other had been following underground idols behind his coworker’s back.

Wen Su draped an arm over his shoulder and teased, “We really were made for each other.”

Wei Songhan: “…Don’t suddenly say something so sappy.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Get lost!”

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Coming soon: “Madam, You Wouldn’t Want Your Husband to Get Hurt, Would You?”

Cui Ji has been privately investigating a string of serial murders.

When he arrives at a witness’s building, he nearly collides with a man in yellow hurrying away.

The young man who opens the door is enveloped in the damp scent of body wash, his skin still dewy from a shower, and invites Cui Ji inside.

The place is a mess, and the air is thick with lingering intimacy.

A matching yellow coat hangs over the sofa. Several mature-looking ties hang on the rack, and three condoms lie quietly in the trash can.

“I just ran into a man downstairs wearing yellow. His coat looked a lot like this one.” Cui Ji points to the sofa.

The young man smiles faintly. “That must have been my boyfriend. He has several coats like that.”

Cui Ji’s lips curl almost imperceptibly.

Interesting. The person I suspect of being the killer might just be your boyfriend.

I came at exactly the right time.

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Chu Qiu got together with his current boyfriend at nineteen.

Six years later, life has grown routine. They see each other three times a week, and Chu Qiu’s messages always take ages to get a reply.

He thought things would go on like this forever.

Until the handsome repairman who had come by twice to fix his water heater suddenly moved into the apartment downstairs…

A goofy, smooth-talking top who says whatever suits the occasion x a languid, cool beauty, bottom, full of charm

Theme: Love can move people forward