CHAPTER 93: SOUNDS FAKE

Then, she caught a glimpse of Wang Jingyuan approaching out of the corner of her eyes. He grabbed the phone that was on the floor with his slender and beautiful fingers.

Her mind flashed to the male protagonist’s hand that she had seen in the video. Although it was not as exquisite as his(XX), but comparing the way the heroine’s wrist was tightly grabbed by the man and the way Lu Qingyan finger had grabbed the phone...

And then, it hit her.

Her brain—her traitorous, good-for-nothing, drama-possessed brain—flashed back to the scene from the video. The one she wasn’t supposed to watch.

The male protagonist’s hand, rough but controlled, tightly grabbing the heroine’s delicate wrist as she gasped like a koi fish flopping on land...

It was exactly the same.

No more thinking!!!

No bad thoughts!

Stop!!!

No more thinking!

Lu Qingyan’s ears turned violently red. Her thoughts had become a raging trash fire, filled with sin and soap opera-level illusions.

She forcibly composed herself, straightened her back, and tried to pretend she wasn’t mentally spiraling into the stratosphere. Her voice was stiff and too loud, like a poorly adjusted mic.

She had very obviously, already fallen apart, but she still forcibly pretended to be calm and unperturbed, "You, you don’t need to look at it. Quickly turn it off, it’s annoying me to death."

Wang Jingyuan gave her a glance—cool, unreadable—as he slowly picked up the phone, as calm as a monk lighting incense.

Wang Jingyuan unhurriedly leaned over and picked up the phone off the ground. He glanced at the video without a change in expression and then casually turned it off.

The sound finally disappeared and Lu Qingyan let out a breath of relief as she collapsed on the chair.

It was obvious that nothing actually happened, but after going through that, she felt like she’s been hollowed out.

It wasn’t even two minutes of disaster, but it felt like she’d just lived through a war film. The kind where the protagonist watches their comrades fall one by one and ends up a hardened shell of their former self.

And then, she seemed to have realized something and slowly raised her eyes, meeting Wang Jingyuan’s gaze.

At this moment, Wang Jingyuan glanced down at his phone and noticed that Han Ming had withdrawn a message from the group.

When he saw the various messages of the groupchat, he probably also roughly understood the situation.

He casually turned the phone a few times before shoving it into his pocket.

For some reason, although Wang Jingyuan clearly did not have any obvious expression, when Lu Qingyan looked at him now, she felt that he appeared somewhat sloppy and even somewhat indescribable.

Wang Jingyuan originally didn’t think much of it, but when he walked over, he happened to catch a glimpse of Lu Qingyan’s penetratingly red ears despite her demeanor of pretending nothing happened.

He suddenly found it a little interesting. He was silent for a moment and then slowly said, "Interested in this type of knowledge?" After a pause, he added with deep meaning, "You seem quite thirsty for knowledge."

She resisted the urge to cover her face as she turned her head to explain, "I didn’t mean to look at your conversations. The dialog box popped up by itself and who would’ve expected that I would accidentally click on it."

Wang Jingyuan responded with a low "mhm," dragging it out with maddening patience. Then, he tilted his head and added with a meaningful hum:

"It must be quite a novelty for you."

Huh?!

The implication.

The tone.

The mocking arrogance.

Lu Qingyan’s eyes twitched.

His tone seemed to contain a hint of contempt.

Lu Qingyan felt that he was laughing at her, thinking that she didn’t understand anything.

She could tell—he thought she was some clueless little newbie who had never learned biology beyond Chapter 3. A delicate flower. A porcelain doll with a brain made of sugar.

Therefore, Lu Qingyan was a little unhappy.

Although she’s never been involved in actual combat, she’s still taken biology classes before and knew all the basic knowledge.

So, she held the pen again, spinned it slowly, and then said with an indifferent expression, "There’s nothing novel about it."

Maybe she was too relaxed after experiencing a crisis, but it seemed as if her brain failed to comprehend her own words.

Her voice was flat. Cold. Dignified. Supreme Queen Energy.

Too bad her brain didn’t get the memo.

She leaned back in her chair with casual disdain, as if her spirit hadn’t just combusted two minutes ago, and muttered:

She leaned back on the swivel chair and said with slight disdain, "That woman’s acting was really too fake."

She regretted it as soon as she finished because she noticed that Wang Jingyuan was looking at her thoughtfully.

Then, he took out his phone, looked at her, and said in a light tone with a hint of ridicule, "Really? Then should we listen to it again, and then you and I can carefully analyze where it sounds fake."

Lu Qingyan gasped. "NO!"

She nearly tipped her chair over. Her hands flailed in protest. "No no no no!! Absolutely not!! That woman was—was—so bad I wanted to sue her vocal cords, okay?! I was embarrassed on her behalf!!"

Wang Jingyuan tapped his phone lazily, eyes glinting. "Ah. A discerning critic."

She added dryly, "It’s really too fake, I don’t want to listen to it a second time."

If she were to listen to it a second time, she might directly die on the spot and ascend to heaven. She might even dig out a living space with her toes. There’ll be three rooms, a living room, and two guards. Or she might even capture a magical castle and live there as queen instead.

Instead, Wang Jingyuan very seriously said, "Really? Then do you have something better?"

Lu Qingyan: "..."

Lu Qingyan.exe has stopped responding.

Lu Qingyan was incredulous as she said, "What do you mean, how could I have this type of thing, I..."