Chapter 143: 143: Don’t Like You (1)

Translator: 549690339

Generally, in TV dramas, when the female lead cuts her finger while chopping vegetables, the male lead gently grasps her hand and then sucks on the finger to clean off the blood. The cameraman would then take a clear close-up shot of their faces, and in such a scene, their gazes would be interlocked, full of tender affection.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As it stands, although Xia Siyu and Bo Yan don’t share affectionate gazes, they are indeed engaging in a rare and peaceful eye contact. As long as two attractive men and women hold hands and look into each other’s eyes within the same frame, the atmosphere becomes instantly ambiguous.

The audience also feels tense.

Rarely, although there are still Bo Yan fans in the barrage clamoring for Xia Siyu to get lost, these past two days Li Yiru has been excessively flaunting Bo

Yan, causing many Bo Yan fans to shift their focus and start badmouthing Li Yiru instead. There are also a lot of CP shippers—those who are fans of looks—who feel like they’re getting candy as soon as they’re in the same frame, and feel like they’re pregnant just from making eye contact. Witnessing such a scene, they keep howling, “Shipped it, shipped it,” “KSML (I’m dead from shipping)!’

In everyone’s gaze, Bo Yan held her hand, his thick and soft lips parted as he asked in a deep and magnetic voice, “Does your hand still hurt?”

His voice, like the sonorous melody of a cello, had the power to bewitch.

Xia Siyu shook her head.

“It doesn’t affect daily life, does it?”

Xia Siyu shook her head again.

“That’s good,” Bo Yan turned around and let go of her hand, then started to clean up the medical supplies. He didn’t forget to throw in a remark, “Don’t let it affect work tomorrow. Don’t drag us down.”

With that remark, the whole romantic moment collapsed in an instant. Xia Siyu sobered up within a second and immediately flared up, “Who’s dragging you down? It’s just a cut on the hand. 1 don’t CARE about such a minor injury.”

Bo Yan didn’t even bother to respond to her, stood up with the medical box, and left. As he walked upstairs, he said, “You hurt your hand just by cutting vegetables—are you a primary school student?”

The response to him was a throw pillow that Xia Siyu tossed at his back. When it was time to eat, Xia Siyu was still baring her teeth at Bo Yan, showing an indomitable enemy’s attitude. Meanwhile, Bo Yan, sitting opposite her, elegantly ate his meal, turning a blind eye to the person across from him.

The whole table also sensed this inexplicable atmosphere. Wang Zisu and

Zhou Weiwei looked worried. Shang Feifei was fine, appearing uninvolved. But Li Yiru had an expression of someone enjoying the drama: the footage of these two holding hands in the afternoon had gone viral. Although it ended in an argument, many non-Bo Yan fans who loved aesthetics especially shipped this pair and had even formed a fandom, getting it approved, and it was now gaining momentum.

The most irritating thing was that the CP fans of Bo Yan and Xia Siyu called this pair “Fable,” which was a play on words, reversing the “Yanyu” (“words”) that Bo Yan’s fans called themselves and even putting Xia Siyu’s “Yu n (rain) at the front. This made Bo Yan’s true fans even angrier, wishing they could tear Xia Siyu’s fans and the CP fans apart.

After the meal, Zhou Weiwei cautiously approached Xia Siyu, held back for a long time before asking, “Does Teacher Bo have a piece of vegetable on his teeth?”

Xia Siyu was startled and shook her head, “No.”

“Then why were you staring at him all the time?” Zhou Weiwei said, “If you keep staring at someone, it’s either because they have something on their teeth, or you dislike them, or you like them.”

Xia Siyu slammed the table and stood up, “l like him? Where are your eyes looking?”

Her voice was so loud that everyone around turned to look and, since she had not removed her microphone, it was almost as if all the people in the nation had heard her.

Bo Yan was still unfazed, “Oh, it’s fine, I don’t like you either..”