lcionline A lot happened in Chapter 21.
A lot happened in Chapter 21.
In the lens.
Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan, their feet soaking in the hot spring pool, were getting closer and closer.
A mobile phone can bridge the "polite" distance between two people.
They were almost head to head.
Wu Haiyuan was explaining the dance moves on his phone.
Han Xijun listened very attentively.
At this moment, he seemed not to be that STEM guy who never listened to music, but an idol singer in the same industry as Wu Haiyuan.
With his looks and height, he definitely has the physical attributes to be an idol.
They were very engrossed in their conversation.
Wu Haiyuan even taught Han Xijun a few simple dance moves.
Before I knew it, I had finished a can of zero-alcohol fruit beer.
Although it only has a capacity of 330 ml.
Han Xijun opened a 500ml beer bottle.
He handed Wu Haiyuan a can, tore off the plastic film from the edamame packaging, opened his own beer, and raised it up.
"cheers"
"cheers"
They touched hands and both took a big gulp.
"Ahem~"
Wu Haiyuan sighed.
Han Xijun asked with a smile, "Will the beer taste better this way?"
Wu Haiyuan laughed and said, "I don't know, I've seen my parents drink beer like this."
Han Xijun took the initiative to ask, "You still haven't told me why you want to become an idol singer?"
Holding beer cans in both hands, Wu Haiyuan swung his legs back and forth in the hot spring pool, reminiscing and sharing with Han Xijun why he became an idol singer.
Time passed with each song playing on Wu Haiyuan's phone.
After talking about himself, Wu Haiyuan also took the initiative to ask Han Xijun.
She will respond to Han Xijun's words.
For example, when Wu Haiyuan learned that Han Xijun's dream in elementary school was to be a scientist, she would raise her hand excitedly and say that her dream in elementary school was also to be a scientist.
They would scratch their heads awkwardly when the topic of studying came up.
She couldn't possibly achieve the level of being both loved and hated by the school teachers.
Love must be about money.
The hatred isn't the kind of hatred that comes from dislike, but rather the frustration that teachers sometimes feel—a sense of powerlessness and resentment at not being able to save face in front of their students.
Having completed the curriculum of the third grade in the first year of junior high school, Wu Haiyuan started learning high school knowledge directly in the second year. When he encountered problems he didn't understand, he would chase after his junior high school teachers to ask them about high school problems. Wu Haiyuan put himself in Han Xijun's shoes and thought that if he had met Han Xijun at that time, he would have had an even bigger headache.
"cheers"
I shook the can in my hand.
It's very light, and it's almost empty.
Wu Haiyuan muttered, "Have they all finished drinking?"
I really didn't feel anything.
Han Xijun finished his drink and muttered, "It's pretty good."
Hey.
My phone started vibrating intensely again.
Wu Haiyuan picked up his phone and glanced at it.
More than the information itself, Wu Haiyuan paid attention to the time displayed on his phone screen.
How could it be 11 p.m.?
More than an hour has passed just like that?
outrageous.
She only drank two cans of beer with Han Xijun, chatted for a while, and ate some edamame as a snack. How did it get to 11 o'clock?
The agent urged them again.
The KAKAO chat room is probably already in an uproar.
Han Xijun raised his hand to look at his watch and said jokingly, "Your feet are all white from soaking."
Wu Haiyuan lifted his legs, and his feet were indeed white from soaking.
"It's getting late, let's get some rest."
Wu Haiyuan hesitated.
Han Xijun asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Haiyuan then told Han Xijun that he was going to rest at the budget hotel where his agent was staying.
For some reason, Wu Haiyuan felt a little nervous and guilty while talking about this.
It seems like I shouldn't have left this guesthouse room tonight, leaving Han Xijun here alone.
The atmosphere is already there, we've had beer, chatted, and gotten to know each other well. If we say we have to leave now, wouldn't all that groundwork have been for nothing?
I thought I would see disappointment on Han Xijun's face.
Han Xijun replied, somewhat happily, "Can I sleep in the bed now?"
Wu Haiyuan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
It wouldn't be appropriate for a girl like her to tell Han Xijun that she didn't want him to stay; that would be too ambiguous.
Han Xijun continued, "Actually, I've never slept on the floor, or rather, I can't fall asleep without a bed."
"what?"
"That's true, and pillows are also very important. I'm used to sleeping on two soft pillows by myself."
Wu Haiyuan asked, puzzled, "Then why did you say you'd sleep on the floor?"
Han Xijun said, "I can't just let you sleep on the floor, can I? Is that what you call gentlemanly conduct?"
"Pfft"
Wu Haiyuan laughed out loud and waved his hand, saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."
Han Xijun shrugged and said, "It's okay, I don't really understand gentlemanly manners anyway."
Wu Haiyuan put away his smile and retorted seriously, "NO, you understand gentlemanly manners very well, no, you have great gentlemanly manners."
"I?"
"Yes, first of all, you are dressed appropriately."
Han Xijun glanced at himself and said, "It's just what I usually wear."
Wu Haiyuan continued, "You are very humble, and you are always calm and graceful no matter what you do."
"And you respect everyone."
"They took good care of me."
"He kept his promise and agreed to record the show, saying he would help promote my group and create opportunities for me, and he did just that."
"You're really good at shooting, didn't you win the gold badge?"
Han Xijun replied very seriously, "Am I that kind of person?"
Wu Haiyuan said confidently, "In my opinion, you are a very gentlemanly person."
"I've only ever heard people say I'm an AI robot."
"What? An AI robot? You're a human being, a person with flesh and blood. Who said that? They obviously don't understand you."
Han Xijun said, "They only say that behind my back because they know me well. It's not that they mean anything, it's just a nickname, but I think it's very accurate."
"You agree?"
"Yeah, I've probably said the same things I've said all year today."
Wu Haiyuan jokingly replied, "So, are we still going to talk for the remaining two days?"
Han Xijun made a gesture.
Wu Haiyuan followed along with the hand gestures, which were simple gestures for sleeping and eating.
They looked at each other, remained silent for three seconds, and then Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan smiled at the same time.
Han Xijun said, "I think we should use up what we have to say in the next two years now."
Wu Haiyuan said, "I thought you had studied professional sign language."
buzz
My phone started vibrating intensely again.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Wu Haiyuan's face. He unlocked his phone, tapped rapidly on the screen, and quickly typed out a text message before sending it out.
"I'm leaving."
Han Xijun put the aluminum can and the plastic box of edamame into a plastic bag, picked up the selfie stick stand, and said, "Shall we have breakfast here tomorrow morning or go out?"
"breakfast?"
"Didn't you want to experience a traditional family meal at a guesthouse?"
"I'll come over tomorrow morning. What time do you get up?"
Without a second's hesitation, Han Xijun replied, "7 o'clock."
"On time?"
"I'm punctual; I get up at 7 a.m. every day."
"Oh right, you don't live a nightlife, it's time for you to go to bed now."
Han Xijun originally intended to give it to Wu Haiyuan.
Wu Haiyuan has been politely declining.
I thought it wasn't safe for a girl to walk alone at night, even though the budget hotel was just across the street.
Seeing the "sneaky" manager Han Xijun waiting at the door, he finally understood why Wu Haiyuan had been declining.
With a generous wave, Han Xijun bid farewell, saying, "See you tomorrow morning."
Wu Haiyuan smiled broadly and waved in response, "See you tomorrow morning."
After leaving the guesthouse, the agent looked Wu Haiyuan up and down, finally asking, "Nothing happened, right? We couldn't reach you for over an hour."
Wu Haiyuan looked at his agent and replied, "A lot has happened."
"A lot? What happened?"
"Next time, tell Oppa I'm sleepy."
Wu Haiyuan's agent kept pressing him for answers.
Wu Haiyuan wasn't just giving her manager the runaround; she genuinely wanted to go to bed early. She figured she could get up at 5 a.m. the next morning and have time to wash up, do her skincare, put on makeup, and change into a dress so she could look her best in front of Han Xijun.