The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 180: 180 Racing Ahead (2)

It was only then that the two people who were having a pleasant conversation noticed the obstacle between them—Bo Yan. He nonchalantly pointed at the sign: “We’re about to take off, switch your phones to airplane mode.”

Ignoring him, the two continued to whisper to each other, bent over. First was Xia Siyu: “That won’t do, it’s too small for me to accept. Even if I were to accept, it’d be one that’s mature for their age. I’m already not that smart, and then to choose someone younger and even less mature than me, what would I do later?”

Bo Yan was sitting above them, watching as they spoke on either side of his knees. Xia Siyu’s words couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face. At least this woman had some self-awareness and knew what she was like.

Wang Zisu said, “I might look young, but I’m actually very clever.”

“Oh, come on, you went to become a trainee right after finishing nine years of mandatory education, while I, at least, dropped out of university. Together, wouldn’t we make the pair with the lowest quality in the nation?”

“I can do it, I can learn! I’m still young,” Wang Zisu quickly patted her chest.

No sooner had she finished speaking than there was a “snap”—the magazine fell out of Bo Yan’s hands onto the floor.

With a calm and indifferent expression, he said, “Sorry, my hand slipped.”

Then he calmly unbuckled his seatbelt and bent over swiftly, his face right in front of Xia Siyu’s.

Xia Siyu was startled. Bo Yan’s face was calm as his slender fingers deftly picked up the magazine and then he sat up straight, patting the dust off the pages, making them rustle.

As Xia Siyu and Wang Zisu looked up at him, he maintained a peaceful demeanor, “What’s the matter? Do you have any questions?”

Just then, the plane hit some turbulence, and Xia Siyu and Wang Zisu nearly lost their balance in their positions. Bo Yan grabbed Xia Siyu’s arm, steadying her, his voice ethereal, “Turbulence can be rough, be careful.”

Xia Siyu felt like there was a hidden meaning in his words.

The flight to Frankfurt, Germany, lasted just over an hour.

Heidelberg doesn’t have an airport, so when departing from Sicily, one has to fly to Frankfurt and then take a train or a bus.

No sooner had they left the airport and stepped out of the departure hall to gather on a nearby lawn, Bo Yan keenly felt that the production team seemed to be up to something.

Indeed, the production team announced, “Welcome to the ‘Flowers and Grass’ crew. This time, we’re in Heidelberg on the banks of the Neckar River. The travel expenses that Bo Yan and Xia Siyu earned for everyone yesterday are only enough to get us from Sicily to Frankfurt. From Frankfurt to Heidelberg, there’s still an eighty-kilometer journey. The production budget is tight, and we can’t charter a bus, so everyone must make their own way.”

No sooner had the production team finished speaking than Li Yiru was the first to express her discontent: “Director, that’s too much, we’ve got all this luggage.”

Shang Feifei, on the other hand, was quite smart: “Director, are we going on our own, or can you take care of our luggage for us? I’ve got three or four suitcases, and I really can’t carry them all by myself.”

Even though the director’s team wanted to challenge the guests, they weren’t heartless. They responded, “You must each take one piece of luggage.”

Bo Yan said nothing, just glanced at Xia Siyu, who looked calm.

The director continued, “Next is dividing into groups. Today we’ll split into two groups, based on the order we were seated in on the plane.”