HEIFEIGU -Chapter 105

Xie Jixing was about to go back to his room to check on A-Ji when Yu Yueting and Yin Lening also returned.

The two ladies were chatting and laughing—such a lovely scene.

Yu Yueting seemed to have finally let go of some burdens and looked lighter.

Girls always bond quickly.

Even though Yu Yueting was a celebrity, they seemed to have gotten familiar with each other.

Seeing them return, Chen Mengyu immediately gossiped, “Where did you two go today?”

“Went on a plane,” Yu Yueting said excitedly, as if still savoring the experience.

A plane? What kind of date activity is that?

Xie Jixing and Chen Mengyu exchanged a glance. Surely it wasn’t as unusual as theirs, right?

But obviously it was different. Yu Yueting, who had spoken less than twenty lines during three days of filming, finally opened up and awkwardly tried to describe today’s date.

Her voice was a bit hoarse, but her expression was lively.

Her desire to share, buried in the emotional swamp, had surfaced. She even took out her phone and started recounting today’s experience to Xie Jixing and Chen Mengyu.

Yin Lening poured two cups of lemonade and chimed in to support the story.

Her regular job was in aerial rescue and she had a helicopter pilot’s license.

She had already planned the first date activity before participating in the show.

Yin Lening specially chartered a scenic area’s helicopter and took Yu Yueting for the experience.

Both wore pilot jackets and sunglasses. Yu Yueting, usually seen as a delicate, weak “flower” on camera, was now a rare cool girl.

Although her figure could no longer fit the smallest dresses, she could perfectly pull off a jacket and cargo pants.

“So beautiful!” Chen Mengyu perked up, the perfect sidekick. “My Sister Yu will become a queen of cool!”

The helicopter was noisy; they needed noise-canceling headphones. Before putting them on Yu Yueting, Yin Lening seriously explained: “Once you put these on, you can block out the world’s noise. You only need to hear your heartbeat and my voice.”

Yu Yueting nodded and put on the headphones.

Now the world consisted only of her heartbeat. How long had it been since she truly focused on hearing herself?

The propellers began to spin, the helicopter swayed upward in the wind, yet Yu Yueting showed no fear—she wanted to fly higher.

The helicopter pierced through the clouds, and her heart pierced through the thick, foggy negative emotions pressing on her.

She felt increasingly free.

When the helicopter broke through the clouds and faced the sunlight, a long-lost smile finally appeared.

Yin Lening noticed her smiling lips and said through the headset, “It’s noisy here. You can scream and laugh all you want. Only the wind and I can hear you.”

Scream? Laugh?

Yu Yueting had never experienced such freedom in her life.

She had always followed rules and tried to meet others’ expectations.

Seeing her hesitate a bit, Yin Lening shouted first.

A meaningless shout, yet it swept away the gloom in her heart.

Yu Yueting joined in: “Ah!”

Her speech had always been disciplined—soft, gentle, controlled—since entering the entertainment industry.

Now, letting out the first loud scream without restraint marked the beginning of joy.

She lost count of how many times she shouted in the helicopter; only the sky and the wind knew.

In this brief date, she finally found complete freedom.

“Wow! This is amazing!” Chen Mengyu’s excitement maxed out.

Yu Yueting smiled shyly, “Actually… it’s okay.”

“I also want to ride in a helicopter,” Xie Jixing said, flipping through the video. “I’ve never been.”

“It’s all thanks to Lening’s planning,” Yu Yueting praised. “Next, I want to go skydiving.”

The previously repressed desire to leap had now turned into a safe and achievable freedom.

“Can I go too?” Chen Mengyu asked sincerely. “Can you take me?”

Xie Jixing looked over. “Take me too.”

To heck with wastelands and decathlons.

Dates are something girls do better.

Truly envy-inducing!

Xie Jixing specifically took a few short videos from Yu Yueting’s helicopter ride to take back to the room to cheer A-Ji up.

Maybe one day, he could ride together with A-Ji.

After returning, he saw the ghost face-down on the rug, sprawled on the bed, pretending to be dead.

Fortunately, ghosts don’t need to breathe, or he might have suffocated.

Xie Jixing walked over and poked him. “What’s wrong?”

The ghost didn’t move, but faintly floated, “I really… sigh… he really… sigh…”

“Argued the day after meeting?” Xie Jixing instantly got angry. “Weren’t you acting so sincere before, crying, offering everything, but then not cherishing it after meeting?!”

“Wait, I’ll go settle this with him.”

A-Ji floated up, looking a little shy.

He leaned close to Xie Jixing’s ear and whispered a few words.

“Hiss,” Xie Jixing drew in a sharp breath. “Is he really like that?”

“You can’t tell from appearances!”

“Scary… really scary.”

At this moment, Zhu Qian had no idea that both a person and a ghost were scheming behind his back. He was still busy checking various data and materials.

Xie Jixing had arranged a temporary blood contract between A-Ji and Zhu Qian in the garden villa. For the time being, Zhu Qian could see and hear A-Ji.

A-Ji had even given him the green bubble on the paper-made phone.

As soon as the villa emptied out today, Zhu Qian immediately contacted the ghost to discuss serious matters.

A-Ji brought a box of vanilla chocolate-scented incense and floated into Zhu Qian’s room.

He was immediately pulled over to the computer.

Zhu Qian opened a page very seriously and asked the ghost, “How’s this? Are you satisfied?”

“An exact one-to-one replica, life-sized.”

“The skeleton is made of bio-based resin, with fully movable joints and great flexibility.”

“The skin is Dupont QP1 silicone, very soft to the touch—almost comparable to real human skin.”

“I know some of the data, but some… well… private data, I only have a rough idea; the specifics you’ll have to handle yourself.”

A-Ji’s mood turned complicated when he saw the line: Height: 178.8 cm (including hair).

“Do they make mistakes in this process?” The ghost touched the tip of his nose. “Usually, there’s a margin of error of plus or minus 3 cm, right?”

If he could get a positive error of 3 cm, he could finally break 1.8 meters after death, reaching 181.8 cm.

“You can rest assured.” Zhu Qian’s tone was confident. “The private studio I found is top-notch in the industry.”

“They promised me the margin of error won’t exceed 0.5 cm.”

Huh? 0.5?

Even with that, it wouldn’t reach 1.8 meters.

But asking for more directly would be embarrassing.

“Alright then.”

Couldn’t it be just a tiny bit more?

The ghost wrinkled his nose and inhaled a puff of dark chocolate.

The data had been recorded very thoroughly—bust, waist, hip, arm length, leg length—and Zhu Qian had already filled all of it in.

A-Ji glanced and noticed that even niche data like arm circumference and leg circumference were known.

“You…” The ghost stared at Zhu Qian, speechless. “How do you know all this?”

It made him look kind of… perverted.

“Oh,” Zhu Qian pulled out his phone. “Remember our first stage outfit?”

“I recall you really liked that one—said the armor looked cool.”

Zhu Qian specialized in rock and psychedelic styles, and A-Ji’s voice leaned toward the cold side.

So when Xia Rixing first debuted, they leaned into a sci-fi aesthetic.

Amid all the sugary boy groups, it was a breath of fresh air.

That differentiation allowed them to carve out a path. Unfortunately, after Zhu Qian left, under Xia Letian’s direction, it turned into the usual sweet, sunny style.

A-Ji looked at the group photo on his phone and nodded somewhat wistfully.

He remembered that these designs were all made during the practice breaks he and Zhu Qian had carved out.

It looked a little alternative now, but at the time, the effect was shocking.

“All the armor pieces were 3D printed. I measured you once back then…” Zhu Qian’s ears turned slightly red.

What a pity, it was just a measurement.

A-Ji seemed to recall the scene, and a small flame flickered in his heart.

Luckily, ghosts don’t blush—otherwise, he’d be a tomato by now.

The further he looked, the stranger A-Ji’s expression became.

He pointed at a purely decorative part. “Do we really need to make this too?”

Zhu Qian nodded firmly. “We’re not some domestic second-tier game, no need to censor it.”

“Since humans have it, it must be made.”

A-Ji: …

Though technically correct, wasn’t this color swatch a bit too pink?

Really because of the reason you said?

Ah, forget it. Keep looking.

The ghost’s trembling hand protested: “Why make this too?!”

“It’s useless anyway!”

“How can it be useless?” Zhu Qian disagreed. “It will definitely be used often later.”

“Or do you feel the size is a bit small?”

“The studio said this part uses a new material, capable of expanding and deforming…”

“Do you want to adjust the color too? Make it pinker?”

Expandable and deformable?!

So perverted!

The flame in A-Ji’s heart burned fiercely; he felt like he was about to smoke. This cramped, ambiguous room was unbearable!

Shyness turned into shame, and shame into indignation.

For a ghost who would remain a noob forever, this topic was definitely too much!

Unable to face it, he could only fly away angrily.

The ghost disappeared too quickly, but Zhu Qian had to finish this batch of data today—the studio was waiting to start.

“Was he really angry because it was too small?” Zhu Qian muttered to himself.

He cautiously increased the length by 2 cm and the diameter by 1 cm.

“But the studio said, too big would be heavy and affect overall harmony.”

“This should be fine… I’ll go soothe him tomorrow.”