166: I'll teach you how to chase him!

Ten minutes later.

Chen Fang walked into the dining room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure by the window. Dressed in white with long black hair, she looked like a ghost, and he blurted out in surprise, "What the?!"

"Ah?" The person turned around, seemingly flustered, "So-so-so-sorry, I scared you, I apologize."

Chen Fang then saw clearly that it was Yue Qingzhu; she was wearing light blue pajamas, which looked white in the moonlight.

Wait, pajamas?

Chen Fang withdrew his hand that was about to turn on the light.

Who knew what she was wearing? Never mind, no light. What if she was dressed lightly? That would be awkward.

If he didn't turn on the light, he had no ill intentions anyway. If she had ill intentions, he knew martial arts and could protect himself.

Thinking this, he said aloud, "You're sad, aren't you? Then I won't turn on the light. I'm just looking for something to eat."

"Wh-whatever," Yue Qingzhu sat down. Anyway, she was wearing underwear, and the pajamas weren't very see-through, so turning on the light didn't matter.

Chen Fang walked to the refrigerator and glanced at Yue Qingzhu.

Negative emotion value ranked second. Is she nursing a broken heart here?

Chen Fang pulled open the refrigerator, "Teacher Yue, are you... alright?"

"I'm fine," Yue Qingzhu felt a little flustered. Why was he here now? Would her feelings be discovered?

"You, you do your thing."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yue Qingzhu realized her voice sounded a bit cold, with a much stronger sense of distance than usual. She lowered her head slightly and sighed.

Oh no, after realizing her feelings, she seemed to not know how to interact, not even speak normally?

Behind her, Chen Fang slowly turned to look at her, only to see her hugging her knees, curled up on the stool, with her back to him, and her ears slightly red.

She said, 'You, do your thing'?

These three words, and the tone was very cold.

A memory surfaced in Chen Fang's mind—

Last week, on the evening they arrived at the program set, in the nanny van. Tang Chen pointed at Song Yu's phone, gritting his teeth in exasperation, "Song Yu, are you stupid?! A girl says 'you do your thing,' and you actually say, 'How did you know I'm busy? You're so smart.' You're killing me. Look closely, what are the initials of 'you do your thing' (You're busy.)?"

It's N, M, B.

Sometimes, that's the true meaning of "you do your thing" from a girl's mouth.

Did singing today make her break down? This "you do your thing" might actually mean that.

Yue Qingzhu, after all, had been kind to him and was a money tree.

Just getting a small amount of negative emotion value was enough; he didn't want to burn out this connection.

Chen Fang pondered, taking out a bag of mixed grain buns from the freezer compartment labeled "Chen Fang." These were the food reward he received for being first place on the day he worked last week.

Chen Fang glanced at Yue Qingzhu's freezer compartment next to his and saw that her mixed grain buns were gone.

She finished them?

He was heating mixed grain buns in the microwave, and she was feeling down, should he make her smell them?

Now isn't the time to be heartless, is it?

Chen Fang closed the refrigerator door, "Do you, do you eat mixed grain buns?"

"Huh?"

Yue Qingzhu hesitated for a moment. She was indeed a little hungry, and mixed grain buns weren't very fattening.

And if she refused, wouldn't it push him further away?

"Then I'll borrow one. Can it be corn-flavored? I'll return it later."

"No problem." Chen Fang took out two plates, and his peripheral vision caught Yue Qingzhu standing up, seemingly wanting to help.

"You sit. I'll do it."

It wasn't that Chen Fang was diligent, but he was afraid she had just gotten out of bed, hadn't put on what she should, and was too sad to notice. No lust, don't mess around!

Yue Qingzhu tilted her head, seeming a little confused, but still obediently sat back in her chair, re-crossed her hands, and leaned on the windowsill.

Chen Fang started the microwave.

After a dozen seconds, Yue Qingzhu's slightly muffled voice came from behind him, "Have you, have you ever liked anyone?"

Chen Fang turned his head, only to see her leaning on the windowsill, bathed in moonlight, looking a bit desolate.

She's probably feeling sad and wants someone to talk to, right?

After all, this was caused by "cant learn," so he might as well chat a bit.

Chen Fang was silent for a moment, "Mm, I had a crush."

Yue Qingzhu's back seemed to stiffen, and it took a few seconds for her to turn around. Her hair slipped from her shoulder, her slender hands clutched the top of the chair back tightly, her chin rested on the back of her hand, and she asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling, "What kind of person was she?"

Chen Fang felt that perhaps it was the moonlight on her, but her smile seemed a bit desolate.

It seems this person has also had a crush on someone, right? The expression of trying to lift the corners of her mouth looked both sad, gossipy, and like she wanted to complain.

Chen Fang looked at the microwave, "She was a very good person, but I wasn't familiar with her. What I liked was probably my own imagination."

"Imagination?"

"Mm, just like how fans like me, it's not the real me; it's mostly their imagination. They have emotional needs, and they happen to place them on me. It's the same for me; adolescence is naturally a time of easy infatuation, and coupled with a monotonous high school life, a heart with nowhere to settle just happened to settle there."

Yue Qingzhu tilted her head and asked, "It sounds a bit like..."

"A player?" Chen Fang placed the chopsticks and a plate with a corn-flavored mixed grain bun on the windowsill, "Here."

As he got closer, he noticed her eyes were a bit watery, as if covered by a mist, and her nose was also a little red.

Hiss—the destructive power of "cant learn" in awakening old heartbreaks is truly immense!

Chen Fang put down the plate, took his own plate, walked to the dining table, sat down, and took a bite of the mixed grain bun.

Yue Qingzhu shrank her neck and waved her hands in front of her, "I didn't say 'player'; you said it yourself."

"I can hear what you mean. But it's not the same. The kind you're thinking of is 'it was all rehearsed for you; you're my first love,' right? Those can't be confused, can they? My meaning is ideal projection."

Yue Qingzhu slowly nodded, "Then did you ever confess?"

"Of course not."

She seemed to have a good appetite, taking a bite of the mixed grain bun and asking, "Then did you ever tell your friends? Didn't they tell you that with your looks, you definitely had a chance?"

"I was very clear at the time that it was an ideal projection, how could I confess? However, they did say I had a chance."

"And then?"

"The 'chance' my friends talked about was probably a circus show. Confession is a natural progression, the final step, not the beating of gongs and drums before a circus performance. Besides, if I clearly knew it was an ideal projection, why would I confess? Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?"

Yue Qingzhu leaned on the back of the chair, her fingers gently tapping the backrest, her eyes slightly lowered, biting her lower lip lightly, and after thinking for a while, she asked, "Natural progression, huh? But how does it become a natural progression?"

Chen Fang thought to himself, 'How would I know?'

"You want to pursue a guy?"

Yue Qingzhu gripped the back of the chair, seeming a little hesitant, then nodded a few seconds later.

Chen Fang asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Yue Qingzhu bit her lip, her gaze flickering, "You, you don't need to know. You just spoke so eloquently, you must have studied it a lot, right? Tell me, how does it become a natural progression?"

Chen Fang pursed his lips.

That was theory; he hadn't practiced it. Could he still say he was a bronze player now? Forget it, he'd keep up the act.

And he was also curious, who exactly did Yue Qingzhu like?

Chen Fang straightened his back, "This varies from person to person; it's about specific analysis for specific problems. Don't be afraid; if there's anything you cant learn, you can ask me. I'll teach you."

"You'll teach me?" Yue Qingzhu's mouth was slightly agape.

Chen Fang nodded, "Although I haven't pursued a guy, I'm at least a guy, so I understand more than you."

Yue Qingzhu blinked, gripping the back of the chair with both hands, shrinking back behind it, "Indeed, you understand more. Then... I'll trouble you to teach me."