novellhall Chapter 93 Do you think he has feelings for Liu Haochun?
Chapter 93 Do you think he has feelings for Liu Haochun?
Liu Haochun spoke these words calmly, as if stating a fact she had been digesting for a long time.
She wasn't the kind of person who would pin her hopes on miracles. Having practiced leg stretches and backbends repeatedly in the training room since she was a child, she knew better than anyone that effort doesn't guarantee a reward, but without effort, there is definitely no reward.
Her mind was much more mature than her face suggested; she was neither naive nor childish, nor did she have unrealistic ambitions.
Liu Haochun took a deep breath and then smiled softly.
That smile wasn't one of happiness or sadness, but rather a resilient expression of trying to stand tall in the face of a less-than-optimistic reality.
"I've been dancing since I was a child, and I've met a lot of people, so I know some of the rules of this industry."
"I come from a small county in Northeast China and came to Beijing alone to study. I have no connections or resources, so entering the entertainment industry is too difficult. The sacrifices required are too great; I don't want to take that path!"
Wang Zian looked up again and glanced at Liu Haochun in the rearview mirror.
She smiled slightly at him.
The smile wasn't big, but it was very open, like a window that had been gently pushed open.
"You are indeed more mature than your peers," Wang Zian said. "So, do you want to join?"
"Yes." Liu Haochun replied without the slightest hesitation.
Her tone changed from the previous calm and lightness to a more resolute and heavy one.
"My family needs me to support them, and I can't put all my hopes on an uncertain role."
Wang Zian had prepared a lot to say to her, about the company's future plans, about the roles in his novels that were suitable for her, and about his belief that she would definitely become famous.
But she said "want" so decisively that everything else he said seemed superfluous.
She wasn't swayed by his empty promises; she made her own decision and thought it through herself.
"You won't regret this decision! Trust me!"
"I believe it!" Liu Haochun paused slightly after saying this.
Her gaze met his in the rearview mirror, and then the smile on her lips deepened a little.
"Just like Zhou Ye and Sister Nan trusted you so much. Just like, you knew I had something to say, so you came to see me off alone."
A slight smile appeared on Wang Zian's lips.
From the way she subconsciously checked the bottle cap when Sister Nan handed her mineral water in the morning, to how her stomach was growling with hunger in the car but she didn't dare to tell the truth, he knew that this girl had a lot on her mind, but she wouldn't easily say it.
So he saw everyone else off first tonight, leaving her to be the last one to go.
Sure enough, as soon as the carriage quieted down, she spoke.
She is indeed a smart girl.
He sees everything, but he doesn't say anything.
The last two sentences have a bit of a tea-themed feel to them!
However, the tea and snacks were quite good!
"Believe it or not. You still need to take that contract back to your parents to see. You're still a minor and can't sign it yourself."
"I know!" Liu Haochun replied obediently.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of the Beijing Dance Academy.
The streetlights at the school gate shone alone, casting a long shadow of her as she stepped out of the car.
She was still wearing the same gray short-sleeved shirt and black jeans she had chosen when she left the dormitory this morning, but her shoulders were no longer slightly hunched over as they had been this morning, and her posture was much straighter than it had been a few hours ago.
"Brother Zian, I'm leaving." She hugged the contract to her chest, turned around, and bowed slightly towards the car.
When Wang Zian heard her tone when she called him "Brother Zian" this time, he noticed that it lacked the polite and distant probing tone of the morning and instead showed a more natural intimacy.
"Be careful, I'll pick you up tomorrow."
See you tomorrow!
See you tomorrow!
Perhaps it was because she had finally opened up about the things that had been weighing on her heart for several days, or perhaps it was because she had finally found someone she could trust in an unfamiliar environment, but Liu Haochun's smile was more genuine and happier than ever before.
Prince An did not start the car immediately.
He leaned back in the driver's seat, watching through the windshield as the thin, small figure slowly shrank and disappeared at the end of the tree-lined avenue of ginkgo trees at the Beijing Dance Academy.
Then he turned the car around, stepped on the gas, and drove into the night of Yanjing.
After Zhou Ye and Zhang Ruonan dropped Tian Xiwei and her mother off at their hotel, they took a car back to the entrance of the residential complex.
Old Li offered to take the two downstairs, but Zhang Ruonan waved her hand, saying it was just a few steps and they could take a walk to digest their food.
Old Li didn't insist; he said goodbye and drove away.
The taillights turned the corner and disappeared into the night. Suddenly, everything became quiet. You could hear the occasional rustling of a car passing by on the road in the distance, and the intermittent chirping of crickets in the roadside grass.
Zhou Ye linked arms with Zhang Ruonan, and the two walked slowly along the sidewalk in the residential area.
The streetlights cast a warm orange glow, filtering through the gaps in the sycamore leaves and painting large, irregular, shimmering patches of light on the ground.
The night breeze was gentle, cool on my face, carrying the rich scent of grass and soil that had been baked in the sun all day and then steamed by the heat, a scent unique to summer evenings.
Zhou Ye lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his toes, the toes of his canvas shoes bobbing left and right with each step.
Her steps were slow, so slow that it didn't seem like she was taking a walk.
Zhang Ruonan glanced at her, the light from the streetlamp just brushing across Zhou Ye's face; her eyelashes were drooping, her lips were gently pursed together, and there was a very fine wrinkle between her brows.
Zhang Ruonan gently shook the arm that Zhou Ye was holding.
Zhou Ye's shoulders swayed slightly, as if he had been pulled back from somewhere far away.
She raised her head, blinked, and the light in her almond-shaped eyes was a little scattered. It seemed as if she was looking ahead, or as if she wasn't looking at anything at all.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Ah~ it's nothing."
Zhou Ye pursed his lips, tightened his grip on Zhang Ruonan's arm, and spoke after a moment.
"I'm just suddenly feeling a bit of pressure; I think Haocun and Xiaotian..." She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "are both great. Xiaotian is very lively and can chat with anyone. Haochun..."
As she said this, her brows furrowed slightly again. "Haven't you noticed? Wang Zi'an treats her quite differently."
"He went to see her off by himself after the show today. Out of all our cars, he was the only one who went. Don't you think he really loves dancing?"
Zhang Ruonan stretched out her finger and gently poked her forehead.
Zhou Ye tilted his head back slightly after being poked, covered his forehead with his hand, and looked at her with a wronged expression.
"What are you thinking? Was I joking?"
"Liu Haochun has been sullen all day. Can't you tell that she's hiding something on her mind?"
This kind of person won't take the initiative to speak. Wang Zi'an was likely escorting her alone to test whether she was willing to stay, especially since they were probably alone on the street!
Zhou Ye blinked. "How did you know?"
"Observe!" Zhang Ruonan smiled and shook her head, then took her arm again and walked forward; "You think I'm like you, preoccupied with something all day!"
"I observed her all day. Think about it, in the car this morning, when Wang Zi'an asked her if she had eaten breakfast, her face turned so red and she still didn't tell the truth."
This girl is very wary. If I don't ask her directly and clarify things, she'll think about it all night long.
Zhou Ye blinked, lowered his hand from his forehead, and his expression relaxed slightly.
After a moment, she sighed softly again; "Maybe!"
She was still somewhat skeptical, or rather, unwilling to let her guard down.
Zhang Ruonan stopped, turned around, and patted Zhou Ye's shoulders with both hands.
Her hands were small, but her strength was steady, gently fixing Zhou Ye in place.
"Alright! When did you become so insecure? Your looks are top-notch, have you forgotten? When you were filming the video, you were standing at his door with full makeup on, and his eyes were glued to you."
She looked directly into Zhou Ye's eyes and said, word by word, "Besides, Wang Zi'an is willing to go to the Beijing Film Academy because of you, so what are you panicking about?"
"Once school starts, nobody can do anything about them!"