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After finishing lunch and a bit of tidying up, they finally embarked on their journey back to the country.
The main force of the film crew was heading to Shangcheng. Among the guests, some were bound for Shangcheng, while others were heading to different cities. Even Zhou Weiwei couldn’t return with them due to an engagement and instead went her separate way. The only ones returning to Yancheng were the two of them and a small portion of the Yancheng branch’s crew members.
As for Xia Siyu’s assistant, Wei Jingjing, and driver Xiaotang, as well as Bo Yan’s assistant, Song Fengzhi, they all had to pick them up at Yancheng Airport.
Since the crew was still filming, both Xia Siyu and Bo Yan got into the car, where cameras and microphones were installed. The entire recording session would only end upon their arrival at the airport.
Luckily, the pair had quickly cleared things up the day before, and the crew really had no misconceptions about their relationship. Once on the car, the two sat in the back row, looking out of opposite windows in silence, with a clear division between them.
Since they were still filming, the director and cameraman were seated in front, and seeing the two ignoring each other gave them a bit of a headache. Trying to engage them, they asked a few questions, “Sister Siyu, after sharing a space with Teacher Bo for a while, what is your impression of him?”
Impression? Xia Siyu turned her head to glance at Bo Yan, who also turned around upon hearing a question about himself. After a brief eye contact, Xia Siyu inexplicably thought of his well-built muscles, strong arms, and legs, causing her to swallow her saliva unconsciously. With a look that seemed disdainful for the cameras, she said, “His drinking tolerance is poor.”
Bo Yan chuckled. Being deemed a poor drinker by someone who gets drunk after three cups was quite amusing. He wondered where her confidence came from.
Sure enough, the director quickly asked him, “And what about you, Teacher Bo? What is your impression of Sister Siyu?”
Bo Yan replied with a calm demeanor, “I don’t have any impressions.”
What did that mean? After spending so many days together, he still looked down on her?
Although it wasn’t a live broadcast and there would be post-production editing, this approach didn’t seem too kind.
Xia Siyu bristled upon hearing this, but Bo Yan quickly continued, “There’s another thing, hearing is believing, but seeing is the truth. I had heard that Xia Siyu was delicate, arrogant, liked to fabricate love interests, clung to her own clique, and bullied others. Most of that probably isn’t true. Although she really does have a hot temper, can be somewhat willful, and sometimes doesn’t consider others, speaking without thinking, both her IQ and EQ aren’t quite there—but overall, she’s a good person.”
Was this supposed to be a compliment? It sounded more like mockery.
Xia Siyu was infuriated and, even though they were on set, she couldn’t help herself and rushed over to grab a handful of his hair.
Bo Yan just sat there calmly, letting her vent, and after she finished, he spread his hands with an expression of helplessness, as if to say, “You see, I’m not wrong, am I?”
Xia Siyu retorted angrily, “I really don’t like you.”
Bo Yan responded leisurely, “Likewise.”
Upon reaching the airport, both Bo Yan and Xia Siyu had business class tickets, while the rest of the crew had economy class tickets. They split up at the boarding gate, but before taking two steps, they heard the two start arguing again. It was Xia Siyu’s voice, “I want this, upgrade me to first class.”
Bo Yan was indifferent and deliberately ignored her, handing over his passport and preparing to get his boarding pass first.
The behavior of the two at this point completely dispelled the film crew’s last lingering doubts. Right up until the final moment, they still quarreled , even off-camera. It seemed these two really had nothing between them.