Chapter 132: So Embarrassing
Zhou Shiqing ignored Xuan Xia’s latter half-sentence first and only addressed the former words, sternly declaring with black lines on his face: “I didn’t lose it.”
This wasn’t the point at all!
But Zhou Shiqing clearly didn’t think so.
“I really kept it, didn’t lose it.” He emphasized again.
Xuan Xia said: “That’s great then.”
Zhou Shiqing: “…”
Perhaps feeling like a clown for repeatedly emphasizing he didn’t lose it, Zhou Shiqing shut his mouth and said no more.
Seeing him looking like an autistic child, Xuan Xia couldn’t help but probe: “So, does Teacher Zhou still need my updated version?”
“Yes.” What nonsense is this question.
As long as he wants it, that’s fine.
Considering that he, like Hu Yue and An Qi, was a walking advertisement for Changsheng Temple, she wouldn’t nitpick his attitude.
Ever since Lu Mindan got her on the black hot search, Xuan Xia had been thinking about promoting Changsheng Temple’s name.
This time encountering the disclosure account stirring things up again, Xuan Xia turned around and reflected deeply.
She couldn’t keep getting stepped on and led like this.
Yesterday there were Xie Yun and Lu Mindan types, today there were unknown names—who knows who might pop up the day after.
She wasn’t here specifically to be anyone’s punching bag; she had to let future ones know not to mess with her!
“That drama of yours wrapped up a while ago—has that guy still been in touch with you?”
Xuan Xia pulled back her thoughts, turned to look at Zhou Shiqing, and for a moment didn’t know who he meant: “Which guy?”
Zhou Shiqing rolled his eyes: “The one you played a couple with.”
“Teacher Jiang.”
Doesn’t even know his name, yet calls him “that guy.”
Xuan Xia said: “Teacher Jiang is busy rushing his filming, so not much contact.”
Actually, there was contact—not every day, but every two or three days.
Mainly, Xuan Xia felt that when it came to teaching, Jiang Feng explained things more understandably, so she’d consult him on such issues.
Their contact was limited to that.
Zhou Shiqing nodded, apparently quite satisfied with the answer, and didn’t probe further.
Right after, the topic abruptly shifted back to the Miaoxiang matter.
Zhou Shiqing had been holding back a surge of energy, wanting to ask something different—it was almost becoming an obsession.
The previous two times Xuan Xia had dodged him, but this time she didn’t and even proactively asked: “Does Teacher Zhou have any other details he wants to know?”
“I…” Zhou Shiqing opened his mouth to speak, but stopped after one word, suddenly frowning.
Xuan Xia tilted her head: “Teacher Zhou?”
Zhou Shiqing frowned without speaking.
Because Xuan Xia asked for details, Zhou Shiqing instinctively recalled along those lines. But upon recalling, he suddenly realized he didn’t remember much about the Miaoxiang incident anymore.
To say it that way wasn’t quite right—he remembered clearly the events before and after the incident, only a small segment, right at the moment of the incident, where he’d lost his judgment.
He couldn’t judge whether the fragmentary bits he remembered were real or just a dream from that night in the hospital, which made him mistakenly think upon waking that it had really happened, then fixate on the dream events.
The more he thought, the more he suspected it was really a dream, not real.
Zhou Shiqing couldn’t help cursing vulgarly in his mind.
Looking up to see Xuan Xia still staring at him, her expression full of curiosity waiting for more, Zhou Shiqing’s mood worsened.
He felt embarrassed!
“Not asking anymore!” Zhou Shiqing leaned back self-abandonedly, his mood so bad it was as if “strangers keep out” was written on his face.
Xuan Xia: “Oh.”
Entering illusory scenery was actually no different from having a nightmare.
Normal people wouldn’t keep remembering nightmare scenes and events forever—even if details were remembered at first, after a few days they’d gradually fade until completely forgotten.
If one entered illusory scenery and didn’t forget the contents, that meant they were suited for the Mystic Sect.
Now it was confirmed: Zhou Shiqing was just a normal person.
…
Seeing Zhou Shiqing sulk at the drop of a hat, Hong PD and the others were quite helpless, but fortunately they’d shot plenty today, enough footage when pieced together.
Hong PD simply announced work ended, see everyone next week for filming.
One week should be enough for this ancestor to finish sulking, right?
Next week’s filming theme was group date; Xuan Xia and he would have a meal with another couple, though which couple hadn’t been officially decided yet—probably tomorrow or the day after.
Xuan Xia had progress tomorrow too; once work ended, she didn’t reminisce with Zhou Shiqing, gave him the upgraded new talisman, and left the shooting range first.
Tonight Xuan Xia and the others would stay in Jiangshi, heading to Nanshi for the film crew early tomorrow morning.
Rarely back in Jiangshi, Xuan Xia thought there was one place she absolutely had to visit.
Of course, not the school.
But the book cafe.
Xuan Xia geared up fully, then reported to Ji Ziyao that she was going out for a walk, and headed alone to the book cafe entrance.
At night, the book cafe glowed with a roomful of warm orange lights; from outside, the lighting was cozy, a great place to relax.
Rumor had it that after that filming, the book cafe boss never showed up again, yet the book cafe was still operating well.
Xuan Xia was curious both about the boss who never reappeared and about the bell hanging on the book cafe’s wishing wall.
Even more, she wondered: when she came the second time, the bell had been replaced—would it be replaced back later?
She felt that Ren Yaokun wouldn’t hang the bell there for no reason.
Thinking this, Xuan Xia pushed open the book cafe door.
The door bell jingled, alerting the staff to the customer’s arrival.
Why install a door bell now?
Xuan Xia looked up—it was just an ordinary door bell.
Retracting her line of sight, Xuan Xia ignored the staff’s greeting and headed straight to the wishing wall, planning to check first if the bell was real.
Someone was standing right in front of the wishing wall; as Xuan Xia approached, the person turned around.
Xuan Xia instinctively glanced over and immediately thought “whoa” in surprise—strange, this person was disguised even more thoroughly than her!
Normally, Xuan Xia wouldn’t pay much attention, but given the location, she couldn’t help suspiciously staring a few more times.
Perhaps because she stared those extra times, the person noticeably quickened their steps when passing her.
Xuan Xia was stunned, a spiritual light flashing in her mind; she turned and shouted at them: “Ren Yaokun!”
At the name, the person bolted.
Xuan Xia: “!!!”
No time to think, she immediately chased after.
Once out of the book cafe, Ren Yaokun sprinted wildly; Xuan Xia didn’t want to chase relentlessly, but the other ran so desperately it dragged her in.
Fortunately, this area wasn’t desolate—with office buildings and commercial centers, people were plentiful; Xuan Xia’s mind turned, and she immediately shouted “thief!”
Though society was often criticized for indifference, at key moments, many good Samaritans still stepped up.
Next moment, Ren Yaokun was tripped by a good-hearted person, fell flat on the ground like eating dirt, sprawled and unable to even stand, let alone run.
