Qi Younian didn’t know that, in the near future, his face would really hurt.
Bo Yan insensitive to romance?
Yuran stared at the back of Qi Younian’s head and really wanted to shout: The one insensitive to romance is you.
But she couldn’t just explain to Qi Younian that she was either being flirted with or on her way to being flirted with every day! Qi Younian would surely think she was bragging. Forget it, let it be!
Without a word from Yuran, Qi Younian spoke again, "Our filming location is in Marseille, France. We might be on the same flight as Bo the great movie star. You... you shouldn’t go provoke them, okay?"
"What are you afraid of?"
Qi Younian, "I’m afraid you won’t be able to restrain yourself."
Yuran was startled: "..."
How had her image in Qi Younian’s mind become ?
Meanwhile, Xie Cheng was holding a folder, sitting next to Bo Yan in the back seat, talking about the schedule. He had been speaking for quite a while but the person beside him hadn’t responded at all. Puzzled, Xie Cheng lifted his head, only to see that the man hadn’t been listening to him.
Instead, the smile on his lips had been there ever since they got in the car.
It’s the middle of winter, spring isn’t even here yet, and here he is, looking like he’s got spring fever. What’s going on?
Xie Cheng took a deep breath and maintained a smile, "Great movie star Bo, did you catch what I just said? About the New Year’s gala..."
Bo Yan rejected flatly, "Not going."
Xie Cheng: "... Why not?"
Bo Yan, "What time is it now? Do I have time to come back?"
Xie Cheng, surprised, flipped through the calendar and checked the time, "There’s plenty of time. You don’t have many scenes in Marseille. You can wrap up in a week, then fly back home, rest for two days, and go directly to the event..."
Before Xie Cheng could finish, Bo Yan interrupted, "Are you going to perform for me?"
"What?" Xie Cheng looked baffled.
Bo Yan looked at him with disdain, "If you’re not standing in for me, how can you calculate that it would take me a week to finish my part?"
"Oh, you mean that. I calculated it based on two NGs per scene. That’s the worst-case scenario already."
Bo Yan has had a nickname since his debut: Mr. One-Take.
In most scenes, he passes in one take; NGs are rare. So when Xie Cheng was making this calculation, he even felt it was unnecessarily cautious.
He really didn’t need to worry about Bo Yan when it came to acting.
Bo Yan hesitated, "That’s not going to work..."
Xie Cheng didn’t hear clearly and asked again, "What did you say?"
Bo Yan, "I said, acting with Yuran might take me more than a week. I might NG. There might be added scenes. There might..."
"Stop stop stop stop stop... Just stop, will you? Shut up." Xie Cheng felt a twitch between his eyebrows and his facial expression became somewhat uncontrollable, he gritted his teeth and said, "You..."
Bo Yan hummed, "What about me? Shouldn’t one have such emotions when facing the girl one likes? Oh, forget it, it’s not like you’d know, since you’re a man who hasn’t had any experience or been in love..."
Xie Cheng endured, as if he had talked like he had been in love.
Also, who the hell is to blame for me never having been in love?
Whenever I’m ready to date, I’m just the background; whatever I say is bullshit. When I’m prepared to be in a relationship, all kinds of work schedules attack me. Don’t I also need time to date?
Xie Cheng smiled twistedly, wishing he could strangle him, "So, you think..."
Bo Yan, "I think that, acting with Yuran, I might immerse myself too much. I might forget my lines. Also, the time you planned definitely won’t be enough. So, to turn down the gala invitation, I thank you."
Bo Yan, your grandpa...