Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

Upon hearing this, Xie Jing turned his head to look at Shang Song.

The young people looked listless and lacked energy.

He frowned, somewhat puzzled: "This kind of movie? Is the film bad? Or...did I do something wrong?"

His tone was serious; he genuinely wanted Shang Song's opinion.

Shang Song was taken aback by his overly serious question. He lowered his voice somewhat sheepishly and said, "It's not that you didn't do a good job. The movie was great, the equipment was top-notch, and the tea... the tea was delicious too."

He paused, mustered his courage, and finally spoke his mind, his speech unconsciously quickening: "It's just... it's just like watching a normal movie, right? There's always popcorn, milk tea, cola, potato chips, and stuff like that! Everyone's crammed together, all in the dark, eating and watching, sometimes even secretly discussing the plot... Anyway, it's not quite like this."

After he finished speaking, he waited nervously for Xie Jing's reaction.

I'm afraid Xie Jing will find it troublesome or childish, and I'm even more afraid of his fatal comment like "sugar intake is unhealthy".

Xie Jing was silent for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about how to properly transport those things up Xishan to satisfy Shang Song's request. Then he slowly said, "If you want those things, you can have them prepared."

Shang Song's eyes lit up instantly! There's hope!

But what he wanted wasn't to continue watching the modified version of the movie in Xishan! What he wanted was a real date!

He quickly shook his head, pressing his advantage: "No, no, no, not at Tingxuexuan! I mean... let's go out to see it tomorrow! To the city, at a real movie theater!"

Seeing Xie Jing's furrowed brows, he immediately pulled out the pre-prepared excuse: "Think about it, aren't we going to my house for the New Year soon? There will be relatives coming and going, and the streets will be crowded. You... you need to get used to... uh, public environments?"

"Movie theaters are great. It's dark, everyone's seated, it's not so chaotic, and... you can wear a mask! Yes! Wear a mask! Nobody can see you clearly, and there's less... uh, social pressure!"

He spoke with great logic and evidence, even bringing up the topic of face masks, as if he were some kind of genius.

Xie Jing's brows furrowed even more, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Logically, conducting advance training in adapting to public environments to prepare for a more complex visit to Shang Song's home is indeed feasible.

His gaze unconsciously swept over Shang Song's slightly flushed cheeks, which were flushed with eagerness, and the loose-fitting off-white chunky knit sweater with its collar.

"...Okay." Xie Jing finally spoke, his voice lower than usual, "Tomorrow, to the movie theater."

"Yay! It's a deal!" Shang Song cheered, almost jumping for joy.

But Xie Jing hadn't finished speaking.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the exposed half of Shang Song's collarbone, and added clearly:

"But you can't wear this sweater tomorrow."

Shang Song: "...???"

His smile froze. He looked down at the sweater he was wearing, which the second brother had hailed as his "battle armor," then looked up at Xie Jing's expressionless face, his mind filled with questions.

What does this have to do with sweaters?

These clothes... are quite nice.

Warm, loose, and comfortable to wear, but... well, there's a little trick to it.

Xie Jing said calmly, "It's cold outside. Change into something with a higher neckline."

Shang Song was even more bewildered.

It's cold outside? The movie theaters and shopping malls have heating! Besides, the city isn't as cold as this remote mountain forest in Xie Jing!

It's just a sweater! No big deal!

Anyway, Xie Jing agreed to take him on a real movie date tomorrow. Let alone wearing a turtleneck sweater, even if he dressed like an Eskimo, he probably... well, he'd have to think about it.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say!" Shang Song readily agreed, immediately putting on a bright smile. "Then I'll wear that gray turtleneck sweater tomorrow! I promise I won't get cold!"

As he spoke, he gestured, making a gesture of wrapping himself up in a round shape, but his eyes shone with anticipation.

He chuckled to himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

High collars are fine, but the important thing is this is a real movie theater! Pitch black! No those darn single sofas and coffee tables! Side-by-side seats! Maybe the armrests can even be raised!

Just thinking about it made Shang Song's cheeks burn, and a small flame in his heart surged up, making him feel lightheaded.

As he was lost in thought, Lin Zhou appeared in the corridor without him noticing, bowed slightly, and interrupted Shang Song's rosy-tinted mind with a calm voice: "Mr. Shang, Master, dinner is ready."

Shang Song snapped back to reality and subconsciously wiped his mouth. Thankfully, he hadn't drooled.

Xie Jing remained calm and composed, giving Lin Zhou a barely perceptible nod before turning around and gesturing for Shang Song to follow.

"Oh, I'm here, I'm here," Shang Song replied quickly, taking a few quick steps to catch up.

During dinner, Shang Song ate absentmindedly, repeatedly rehearsing various tactics in his mind. Xie Jing also seemed a bit distracted, his gaze often unintentionally sweeping over Shang Song's slightly bright eyes due to excitement, lingering for a moment, and then lightly moving away.

After dinner, Xie Jing seemed to have something to take care of and went to his study. Shang Song returned to his Tingyun Residence, where he rolled around on the bed with his phone in hand, discussing new battle plans with his brothers in the WeChat group until he finally drifted off to sleep late at night.

The next day was a rare warm and sunny winter day.

Shang Song indeed changed into that gray turtleneck sweater, the collar of which was very high, almost covering his chin.

He looked at himself in the mirror again and again, making sure that he was completely covered up, with not even a bit of his wrist showing, before nodding in satisfaction.

When Xie Jing saw him, he noticed that Shang Song was indeed wrapped up tightly, and he even slowly... nodded.

In the morning, Xie Jing sat on the sofa reading a thread-bound book, while Shang Song nestled to one side of the room playing games on his phone, checking the time three times per game.

Finally, after lunch, Xie Jing put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and looked at him: "Let's go."

There were no extra words, but to Shang Song, those two words were simply heavenly music.

"Let's go, let's go!" Shang Song immediately sprang up, his eyes shining brightly, and eagerly circled around to Xie Jing's side, almost reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

The car was parked outside the yard, and Lin Zhou opened the car door for the two of them.

Xie Jing sat down first, and Shang Song immediately darted to his side like a nimble little fish, getting even closer than usual.

His heart was pounding, half with excitement and half with anticipation, and he couldn't help but steal glances at Xie Jing beside him.

Xie Jing was wearing a dark gray cashmere coat today, with a matching turtleneck sweater underneath, exuding a clean and noble air.

After the car entered the mall's underground parking garage and came to a stop, Xie Jing first habitually glanced at the surrounding environment before taking out a black mask from his coat pocket, unfolding it, putting it on, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of calm eyes and a beautifully shaped jawline.

Shang Song was about to push open the door and get out of the car when he turned around and saw Xie Jing's profile with a mask on. He immediately stopped moving, and his heart started pounding wildly as if something had hit him.

Damn... just wearing a mask, how can he be so... handsome! So handsome my legs are weak! What an absolute stunner! Does this blockhead even know how conspicuous he is when he goes out like this?! Oh wait, he's wearing a mask... but it's precisely because he's half-hidden that he's even more deadly!

Xie Jing seemed oblivious to Shang Song's distraction. He had already taken a long stride, gotten out of the car, and stood by the car waiting for him, looking at him calmly, even with a hint of inquiry.

Shang Song snapped out of his daze, quickly climbed out of the car, his face still flushed, but he couldn't help but grin, revealing a big smile.

Who cares! He's handsome anyway! Today I'm taking this ridiculously handsome guy on a date! Just thinking about it is awesome!