CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135 HE WANTS AN YAN TO LIKE HIM

Two people were present, each sitting on a stone slab. A bonfire burned in the middle.

The flickering flames cast a layer of soft light over An Yan’s body. At this moment, her delicate features seemed even more three-dimensional and attractive.

Mo Shiyan had seen his fair share of beautiful women. But this was the first time he had encountered a beauty who remained utterly unaffected in his presence. As if his existence had no meaning to her whatsoever!But his current mission was to make this woman fall for him!

"Miss An, did you start practicing martial arts from a young age?" Mo Shiyan spoke, intending to close the distance between them by starting a conversation.

"Mm-hmm."

"Must have been tough, right?"

"I wouldn’t say it was tough." An Yan tossed the stick in her hand into the bonfire and glanced at the nearby drone. After a moment of thought, she said, "Because I personally believe that for any matter, once you start to describe it as ’tough,’ it’s very likely to become something painful in your subconscious, making you instinctively want to avoid it.

"I summarize this phenomenon as negative suggestion.

"So, if you want to destroy someone, just keep giving them negative suggestions. No matter what they do, tell them, ’This must be tough,’ or ’That must be tough.’

"If they begin to resonate with you, then it’s highly probable their achievements will stop right there."

Mo Shiyan disagreed. "But I prefer the saying, ’Everyone cares about how high you fly, but only those who truly love you will care about whether you’re tired from flying.’ How can caring be equated with a negative suggestion?"

An Yan replied, "But flying high is your pursuit. If you pursue height, you must endure fatigue. Are you suggesting that you wouldn’t be tired if you didn’t fly so high?

"The people who truly love you will care if you’re tired from flying, but then what? When you’re tired, can they fly for you?

"Since they can’t fly in your place, why not offer cheers and encouragement instead?

"Is their tearful sympathy meant to make you descend and stay with them in their comfortable nest?

"And then what? Once you’re no longer tired and just stay put, will they start despising you for not flying anymore?"

「Barrage:」

[I feel inexplicably called out, what’s going on?]

[Little Sister must be a teacher, right? She speaks so methodically.]

[Is she crazy? What did our Brother Shiyan say that was wrong? She’s refuting every single sentence! It’s a good thing our brother has a good temper. If it were someone with a short fuse, they’d have slapped her already!]

[You go ahead and try! Little Sister can stomp a rock into the ground with one foot. Don’t get yourself stomped into the ground before you even land a slap. Hahaha...]

Mo Shiyan’s fans were frustrated.

[Why does Brother Shiyan have to keep her company through the night? She doesn’t even appreciate it!]

[Exactly! Brother, go back to sleep! Stop bothering with that nutcase.]

[...]

Mo Shiyan stiffened for a moment, then smiled and said, "Miss An Yan’s debating skills are quite impressive!"

An Yan took the opportunity to say, "I’m flattered. I just feel that since this is everyone’s first time being human, as long as what you’re doing isn’t illegal or against public order and good customs, then please, do it your own way.

"At all times, try not to change your own rhythm because of others’ opinions, because it’s your own life.

"If someone insists on trying to change you, then don’t hesitate—leave them."

She wondered if just leaving, without fighting, would also earn her ’Yezi.’

Mo Shiyan was silent for a long while. "Miss An Yan’s words are very philosophical!"

An Yan twitched the corner of her mouth but didn’t respond.

It was really because of the feeling Mo Shiyan gave her... How should I put it?

He lacked Li Tianyao’s godlike beauty and commanding, noble presence. Nor did he possess An Yaoluo’s scholarly elegance and the formal air of someone ready for any business occasion. And he was nothing like An Duxuan, who exuded an unbridled, handsome charm from head to toe.

It was a kind of indifference, as if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

An Yan found it strange. Logically speaking, such a person should be uncompetitive, content to go with the flow. Yet he seemed to be deliberately trying to gain her favor!

Actually, An Yan didn’t care if he liked her or not; what she cared about was that he might actually pose a danger to her!

What kind of danger would that be?

An Yan now had a significant number of Yezi, but they were far from enough to support a precise examination of events that might not occur for several months.

In fact, even with Yezi, and even when using the Divination Technique, looking at past events is accurate—after all, they have already occurred. But attempting to see future events revealed only endless possibilities. Previously, An Yan would consider various factors, deducing the most probable outcome from these infinite possibilities. It was usually accurate.

Regarding Mo Shiyan: firstly, An Yan knew little about him; secondly, she could currently only use the Divination Technique to determine that he posed a danger to her. As for the nature of this danger, or when or how it would occur, or how to avoid it, she was currently unable to calculate.

So, her approach was to avoid this man. If she didn’t interact with him, there shouldn’t be any danger, right?

But Mo Shiyan wasn’t cooperating, insisting on making small talk. "Luocheng is a beautiful city, isn’t it?"

"Yeah."

"You said you study at Luocheng University. What’s your major?"

"Medicine."

"How are your studies going? Can you keep up with the courses?"

An Yan looked at him. "I can tell that you are deeply troubled. If you don’t seek treatment promptly, it could jeopardize your life!"

Mo Shiyan: "???"

"If you believe me, I can give you acupuncture." An Yan smiled faintly and produced a silver needle. It was the same one she had used on Little Squirrel earlier.

Although Mo Shiyan didn’t know what that needle had been used for before, the eye at its end made it easy to conclude it was a sewing needle. He couldn’t help but doubt his charm once again.

Previously, whenever he appeared, no woman could resist his charm. Even if he was uninterested, they would still throw themselves at him without hesitation! Why was An Yan different?

"No need, I have my own private physician."

"Are you sure? The earlier you treat your condition, the better the outcome."

Mo Shiyan looked at her thoughtfully. "So early that I should start treatment before I’m even sick?"

An Yan: "???"

What did he mean by that? Was he implying she was ’offering a cure for an ailment that didn’t exist’? She didn’t mind being compared to Bian Que; after all, they were both doctors. But what made him, an actor, think he was Duke Huan of Cai?

"Fine, if you don’t believe me." An Yan put the needle away with a hint of regret and shot him a displeased glance. "Why aren’t you going to rest yet? Regardless, I’m going to bed at ten o’clock sharp. I won’t delay handing over the watch to you just because you’ve stayed here a bit longer!"