I almost touched the moon

After returning home, Wen Song collapsed on the sofa and browsed Instagram. When he opened it, he saw the post that Skyline had just sent. He only posted one photo, which was of his left wrist with a tattoo of Pluto on the inside of his wrist.

She habitually liked the post, exited Instagram, put her phone aside, walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, forcing herself not to think about the story of the tattoo, but the thoughts still kept coming to her mind.

Two years ago, Seoul, South Korea.

This was Wen Song's fourteenth flight to Incheon Airport. Just like before, she was here to watch that person's game. Because it was the finals, even though she didn't have a holiday, even though she still had a bunch of papers to write and exams to prepare for, she took advantage of the weekend and flew from Munich to Seoul.

Fortunately, Skyline did not disappoint her and won the championship of the Korean START National League.

This was his second national championship. All the efforts and hard work of the past three years, as well as the doubts that accompanied him, all fell apart at this moment. Wen Song cried in the audience as he watched him hold up the championship trophy high with a confident smile.

When presenting the award, he waved to the audience. Maybe it was Wen Song’s illusion, but Skyline seemed to hear her cheering and smiled at her.

During this competition, she noticed that she was wearing a black wrist guard on her left hand. "Is my wrist injured?" She couldn't help feeling a little distressed as she thought about it.

After the game, fans lined up outside the stadium. Skyline himself has a typical Korean handsome appearance, and pays attention to body and appearance management. He stands out among the unkempt e-sports players and has a lot of fans.

Wen Song took a look, then stood silently at the end of the line holding the flowers, looking at the review materials on his mobile phone and calculating the formulas in his mind.

Skyline politely walked through the fans, bowing and thanking them one by one. When it was her turn, she still kept her head down. Fortunately, the girl next to her reminded her. Then she handed the flowers to him, smiled and said in Korean, "Congratulations on winning the championship."

He smiled, bowed and thanked her, then took her gift with his left hand, with the inside of his wrist facing her. She could clearly see that there was a tattoo on it, a tattoo of Pluto, which she had designed and customized and had given him.

At that time, she wrote, "I know Skyline doesn't like tattoos, but I think this one suits you very well, so I'm giving it to you. Just think of it as an ordinary sticker. Although Pluto was removed from the ranks of planets in 2006, this does not affect its existence. It is still the largest star in the Kuiper belt. I hope Skyline can be fearless of other people's eyes and criticisms, and just be yourself."

Perhaps noticing her shock, Skyline nodded at her and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "It's beautiful, I like it, thank you."

She was shocked and her thoughts froze, so she even forgot to say thank you. By the time she realized what was happening, Skyline had already walked away.

When she returned to the hotel that night, she unexpectedly received a private message from Skyline, who said, "Because there is a rule that tattoos cannot be exposed during live TV broadcasts, I covered them up. You should have seen them after the game, right? Thank you."

When Wen Song saw the message, he was so surprised that he dropped his phone on the ground. It took him a while to calm down and he replied, "I saw it. Thank you, Skyline player."

Originally, the conversation would have ended at this point, but this time Skyline replied, "I am also very grateful to Iseylia for your support over the past two years. When I was most sad last year, you always encouraged me and supported me. I am really grateful."

When Wen Song saw the message, tears immediately welled up in his eyes. He regretted that he had not learned Chinese well when he was in China. Looking at the message from Skyline, he didn't know what to say in reply except thank you.

She immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Zhang Yue, the only "Sea King" among her friends, with a bunch of exclamation marks at the end of the message, [What's going on!!! Hurry!!! Very urgent!!!]

Zhang Yue had already gone to bed. He was so frightened when he saw her message that he called her back immediately. "Holy crap!! Really? He finally found his conscience?"

"Stop talking nonsense!!!" Wen Song urged, "Help me figure out what to do. I want to control him."

"You're still controlling him?" Zhang Yue said with disdain, "He's more or less controlling you, but now you're being controlled by him."

"Why are you talking so much?" Wen Song said unhappily, "Tell me how to reply quickly."

Zhang Yue thought for a short while, then said, "You said, although I am very tired after sitting on the plane for twelve hours from Munich, I am really happy to see you win."

"Ah?" Wen Song said in confusion, "That's too much talk... He is a man with a strong sense of propriety, and this will make me look like I have no sense of propriety."

"Sister." Zhang Yue felt that there was a reason why Wen Song had been single for so many years. He was really stupid. "A person with real sense would not send private messages to fans, let alone put that tattoo on his hand. He treats you as more than just a fan. Of course, you have to let him know your hard work, otherwise he will think that you came here for an easy time."

Wen Song felt that what she said made sense, so he translated it into Korean and sent it to her. However, after sending it, his heart started beating very fast...

About five minutes later, Skyline replied, [Thank you for your hard work. I'm having dinner with my teammates tonight. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow. What would you like to eat? ]

Wen Song said to Zhang Yue in a trembling voice: "He said he would treat me to a meal tomorrow. But that's not possible. I have a flight back to Munich tomorrow afternoon, and I have an exam on Tuesday... What should I do?"

"He wants to pick you up." Zhang Yue said decisively, "He just wants to pick you up."

"Impossible." Wen Song immediately retorted, "He is not that kind of person. If he wants to date fans, he has so many fans, why would he look for me?"

"Because you're beautiful, rich, and love-minded, and he's known you long enough to know you won't say anything, so he doesn't need to take any risks." Zhang Yue's tone was somewhat disappointing, "Can you put one tenth of your brain into relationships?! You can't even see such an obvious flirtation."

"Then what should I do?" Wen Song asked, "Should I ask him if it's okay to have breakfast tomorrow?"

“…..” Zhang Yue was silent, wishing he could fly to Seoul to wake her up.

"Tell him that you have to go back to Munich tomorrow and can't go." She taught Wen Song word by word, "Don't say you are going back to Munich for an exam. Just say you are going back to Munich. Don't say why you are going back. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." Wen Song was a little hesitant, "But this may be the only chance for me to have dinner with him in my life..."

"….." Zhang Yue was silent again, and then he sighed and said, "Listen, based on my years of experience in 'raising fish', if he knows that you can't go tomorrow and there is no follow-up, then he just wants to pick you up. If there is a follow-up, then he may really want to be friends with you."

Wen Song responded and sent a message to Skyline according to what Zhang Yue taught him. He quickly replied, "It's a pity, but it's okay. I'll treat you to dinner next time you come to Korea."

She was about to send a "thank you" message when the other party sent another message, "I don't use Instagram very much, maybe we can add KakaoTalk friends?"

She once again widened her eyes in surprise, unable to believe what she saw, "Could my account have been hacked? Could this be a scam?"

There was no need for Zhang Yue to teach her this time, as she replied on her own, [Skyline's behavior is considered private contact with fans, which is not good].

She knew the distance between fans and idols. If they were just chatting on Instagram and sending some words of encouragement and thanks, it was just normal communication. Even if he really treated her to a meal, it could be a simple expression of gratitude. But once a private contact was added, it became a bad thing. Moreover, she was also worried that Skyline would do the same to her and others.

[To me, Iseylia is not just a fan, but a friend who has accompanied me from the bottom to the top. ] He quickly responded to this sentence.

Wen Song could no longer restrain herself and quickly sent him her KakaoTalk QR code. The other party quickly added her as a friend and sent a greeting emoticon. She also replied with a similar emoticon and then ended the conversation.

After that, even though they added each other as KakaoTalk friends, they seldom chatted, and only occasionally sent messages like "thank you for your hard work" or "keep it up" until a month and a half ago.

That day, Wen Song was reading in the library when he suddenly saw a message pop up on KakaoTalk. It was none other than a call from Skyline.

She picked up the phone immediately, her voice tired but gentle, "Skyline, what's going on?"

"Ilia." Skyline's English was not good, and when he pronounced Iseylia, his pronunciation was always a little strange. Wen Song had told him that he could call her Ilia, her nickname. Perhaps because this name was a bit intimate, he never called her that.

But this time, it wasn't the respectful and unfamiliar Iseylia? It wasn't even Iseylia, it was Ilia. Like the intimacy between friends, or more like... another possibility that she didn't even dare to think about.

His voice was low and very tired. "I suddenly miss you a little bit."

Wen Song's mind was blank. She didn't even know how she bought the latest ticket, how she boarded the plane, or what she was thinking during the long intercontinental flight. When she came to her senses, she had already arrived in Seoul and was standing downstairs of the club where Skyline was located.

The man was smoking downstairs. The street light stretched his shadow very long. Half of his handsome face was hidden in the darkness. The half of his face illuminated by the light looked particularly delicate, beautiful and angular.

Wen Song walked over, looked at him and asked, "Don't you dislike the smell of cigarettes? Why are you smoking here alone?"

"Ilia..." When he saw the person coming, his eyes were full of surprise and joy. He suddenly reached out and hugged her, with a slight smell of tobacco mixed with citrus, and a hint of Jo Malone ebony and bergamot.

For a moment, she didn't know whether she should hug him or tell him that she was really hungry and asked if she could go eat first.

However, she caught a glimpse of his wrist out of the corner of her eye and saw that there seemed to be a tattoo on it.

She grabbed his left hand and saw a tattoo of Pluto. It was not a tattoo sticker, but a tattoo. The pattern she designed was tattooed on his wrist...