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Chapter 139 The Crowd at Night, Oda Pretends to Be Drunk
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At night, the atmosphere in the room on the twelfth floor was quite different from usual.
After Wang Zian returned, he took a shower and immediately lay down on the bed, busying himself with his computer.
Liu Haochun's room.
The lights were off, and the curtains were drawn tightly, with only the cold white light from the phone screen shining on her face.
She was lying on the pillow, her legs raised and swinging gently, replying to messages in her classmates' group chat.
The group chat has exploded.
"Haochun, I heard you're acting?"
"Really? Is it the team that filmed the video clips of you a while ago?"
"I saw those videos too, they're really good!"
A barrage of messages scrolled rapidly across the screen, with classmates and senior students congratulating her.
She smiled broadly; the last time she received so many congratulations was when she passed the audition for Director Zhang's film.
But after that interview, nothing came of it, and the congratulations gradually disappeared, as if they had never happened.
A message suddenly popped up in the group chat: "Haochun, are you aware that some people were insulting you online before?"
"Those people were just looking at people with prejudice, but later all those comments disappeared, not a single one can be found."
Upon seeing these messages, Liu Haochun's heart was filled with turmoil; he thought of the boy in the room not far away.
This incident of negative comments appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.
When she came out, her mother saw the news and even called to ask about it. She only said that Wang Zian would handle it and didn't say anything more.
However, she didn't ask how Wang Zi'an resolved the issue later; she only knew that the things were gone.
It felt really good to have someone back me up for the first time.
She thought about how she had suddenly kissed him that afternoon, and felt a surge of heat throughout her body. She turned over, hugged the blanket tightly, buried her burning face in the pillow, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
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In the next room, Zhou Ye was sitting on the bed, his freshly washed hair wrapped in a pink towel, looking sullen.
Zhang Ruonan leaned against the headboard, holding a tablet in her hand and looking at tomorrow's interview schedule. She had a face mask on and glanced at Zhou Ye.
"Alright, there's no need to get so angry."
"You have no idea, the two of them hugged on stage this afternoon."
Zhou Ye pouted, wrapped the corner of the towel covering his hair around his finger, then unwrapped it, then wrapped it around again.
"Isn't that how it is in filming? You can't accept that? They're playing lovers, and look at that confession scene at the end—it was more than just a hug. How can you accept that?"
"Isn't that fake?" Zhou Ye muttered, his voice clearly lacking confidence. Then, as if remembering something, he looked up and said, "And that Li Yunxiao, Wang Zi'an always peeks at her."
As she said this, her lips pursed up a little more.
"Aren't all men like that?" Zhang Ruonan pressed down the curled edge of the face mask with her finger, her tone as calm as if stating a universal truth. "Where we're from, it's usually a family of three."
"What? A family of three?" Zhou Ye frowned.
Zhang Ruonan freed one hand, extended three fingers, and began to bend them down one by one. "Dad, Mom, stepmother; a family of three."
Zhou Ye's eyes widened instantly, and his voice unconsciously rose by half an octave.
"He's dreaming! I'll castrate him!"
As a child who grew up immersed in her parents' lifelong, monogamous love story, there is absolutely no place for such a thing in her worldview.
However, such things are common in Zhang Ruonan's hometown.
"Then hurry up and confess your feelings!" Zhang Ruonan changed the subject, her tone shifting from joking to serious.
"No, I want to wait for him to say it."
"Then you're destined to be a loser!"
"No way!"
Zhou Ye pulled the towel covering his hair off his head, vigorously rubbed the ends of his hair a couple of times, then put the towel on the bedside table, took out a hairdryer, and dried his hair with his back to Zhang Ruonan.
Amidst the deafening noise, her voice rang out, as if saying, "I don't believe he can't see through it."
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Tian Xiwei's room.
She's usually a night owl, but tonight she went to bed unusually early.
There was still a smell of alcohol in the room.
During the latter half of the wrap party, she drank a lot of red wine, and the aftereffects of the wine came over her like a tidal wave.
But she's not someone who can't drink alcohol.
As a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, her maternal grandmother had several jars of homemade rice wine buried under the osmanthus tree in her backyard. Every year during the Spring Festival, she would drink several rounds of rice wine with her maternal grandfather.
For her, a few glasses of red wine were no different from drinking grape-flavored sparkling water.
But the moment she saw that scene, her hand felt as if it had been pushed by something unseen, and she involuntarily picked up her wine glass.
During the latter half of the wrap party, she remained silent and couldn't help but drink quite a bit of alcohol.
Later, she drank with Lao Yang for several more rounds, until her cheeks were flushed, and Zhou Ye and Hao Chun started to tug at her sleeves with concern.
She didn't know why she did it; perhaps the wine had stirred up her sorrows, or perhaps her true intentions lay elsewhere.
She didn't have much experience pretending to be drunk, but luckily she had drunk quite a bit of red wine tonight.
The flush on her face and the smell of alcohol on her body were real, but she was so clear-headed that she could recite the first ten decimal places of pi.
Moreover, her acting skills were better than she had expected.
On the way back, she slumped in the back seat, her head swaying gently with the car's bumps, her breathing even and long, occasionally letting out a few indistinct murmurs in her sleep.
perfect.
When they got downstairs, Zhou Ye, Nan Jie, and Hao Chun couldn't carry her. Without saying a word, Wang Zi'an squatted down and carried her upstairs.
After everyone left, the door closed, the footsteps in the corridor disappeared, and the room was plunged into complete darkness, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Those round, almond-shaped eyes were wide open and sparkling in the darkness, staring at the blurry outline of the ceiling light, blinking repeatedly.
In the darkness, only her own breathing and the faint sound of the air conditioning vent could be heard.
She didn't know why she was pretending to be drunk.
It might be because she heard that Wang Zi'an wanted to carry her, or it might be because of Wang Zi'an's pleasant scent, or it might be because of his broad and warm shoulders.
Or perhaps, you hear Wang Zian pour himself a cup of hot water and place it aside.
She saw it both this afternoon and tonight.
For no reason at all, I just felt really bad.
She just lay there quietly, without moving.
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"Ugh! What's wrong with me?"
Her phone suddenly chimed, pulling her out of the vortex of ruminating on her thoughts.
She turned her head to look at the lit screen on the bedside table, reached out, unlocked it, and saw that it was Wang Anyu.
She met her best friend in the art exam class, a guy who spoke even less thoughtlessly than she did.
Why did Xiao Wang send himself a message?
I opened my phone, and messages popped up one after another, like a machine gun, each one carrying Wang Anyu's loud and boisterous style.
"Xiaotian, why have you been updating videos of yourself on set so often lately?"
"Are you filming a movie? What movie is it? Are you the female lead?"
Tian Xiwei stared at the lines of text on the screen without replying. She didn't want to be disturbed by anyone right now, nor did she want to explain anything.
With a gentle squeeze of my fingers, the phone screen went black, and the room was once again swallowed by darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the room was suddenly opened.
Tian Xiwei closed her eyes with lightning speed, and at the same time silently slipped her phone under the covers and placed it under her pillow.
She held her breath, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.
Who is it? Zhou Ye? Sister Nan? Hao Chun? Or...?