Watching everyone’s devastated expressions, Yuran packed up her things while observing her classmates who looked like spineless creatures. "Was it really hard? It seemed quite simple to me?"
"Utterly insane," the whole class roared.
Yuran, with a face that read ’what did I do wrong?’, looked at everyone, "... Why those faces? I’m a bit scared, I’m just an innocent girl..."
The whole class pounded their desks, only the few top students who also thought the exam was mediocre didn’t join in, filling the classroom with their lamentations.
The day the exam ended, Bo Yan personally came to pick her up, ducking and dodging carefully until she found Bo Yan’s car.
In the car, she turned the day’s events into a joke for Bo Yan, who chuckled lightly, "How did you feel?"
Yuran blinked, tossed her bag into the back seat, and with a look of relaxed contentment said, "I am aiming for the scholarship."
"Pfft..." Bo Yan’s eyes creased with laughter, "That confident?"
"Of course, there’s nothing I can’t solve." Her confidence soared with a touch of pride, Bo Yan recalled the time in Bo City when the little girl woke up and saw him.
Then there was the subsequent avoidance, keeping a respectful distance.
Now, maybe she wasn’t aware herself, but she could freely show her little tempers in front of him.
It wasn’t in vain that he had subtly influenced her over time, happy to indulge her into the person she wanted to be, he thought and his smile grew a bit more.
"Hmm, so it’s all my doing."
Yuran couldn’t believe what she just heard, turned her head to look at Bo Yan, whose face remained unchanged, thick-skinned, and with her red lips moving slightly said, "Brother Qi, you really are shameless."
Having said that, she laughed first, counting on her fingers, "What contributions of yours? Cooking pork trotters for me? Or peeling walnuts?"
At the red light ahead, Bo Yan stopped the car, glanced sideways at her, his look intense, and for some reason, Yuran thought his gaze just then was unexpectedly suggestive.
Out of nowhere, her face flushed, "You..."
Bo Yan hmmed in self-reflection, "Maybe the pork trotters weren’t very effective, you haven’t changed much, you’re still, very small."
Yuran, furious with embarrassment, "Brother Qi, you’re such a lech."
Bo Yan looked innocent, "How am I a lech? Aren’t your wrist and arms not small?" Then, seeing Yuran’s face turn bright red, the laughter almost spilling from his eyes, his voice dropped a few notches, densely invading Yuran’s hearing, "Ranran, what... are you thinking about?"
Yuran’s face was seething, as though mercilessly scorched by a great fire.
Luckily, the horn sounds from the cars behind gave her an out, Bo Yan drove on, withdrawing some of his aggressive aura, allowing her to calm down.
Seeing the smirk on Bo Yan’s lips, she snorted, "You stinking lech."
The stinking lech Bo Yan, "I would quite like to, will you cooperate?"
Yuran, "Brother Qi, you’re an award-winning actor, a national sensation who never falls out of favor, can you preserve some image? Your fangirls would start doubting their lives if they saw this side of you."
Bo Yan, "You’re different."
Yuran wanted to retort something, but was choked off by his comment. She couldn’t spit out a single word. Bo Yan’s comment was clear; the actor persona was for the public, for strangers, he was just that way, but she, she was different.
That difference, didn’t need Bo Yan to elaborate, she could feel it herself.
From... roughly from when Bo Yan realized he liked her, and confessed, followed by a series of flirtatious maneuvers, tightly knit, leaving her no escape, no avoidance, clearly understanding that the person before her, liked her.
It was truly different.