“By the way, how did you guys find out that Xiao Di was in a relationship?”
Su Yan lay on the bed, asking curiously.
He Yuxin sneered.
“Even God couldn’t stand it and deliberately let her slip up.”
“Ah?”
Su Yan looked confused, not understanding what that meant.
Then she heard Xiao Di speak with a bitter face.
“Today, I specifically went with my boyfriend to a place far from school for a date. Who knew that place just happened to be owned by Yuxin’s childhood friend’s family…”
Su Yan:
Was it really such a coincidence?
They just happened to choose a property under Yuxin’s childhood friend’s name for their date?
Even God couldn’t stand it and purposely let her get exposed.
This really was fate playing a joke.
***
A few days later, Su Yan stepped into the martial arts classroom again.
During this time, she had already gotten familiar with most of the people here.
Among the regular staff, only Zheng Liqiu was always present; the rest of the instructors would come whenever there were classes.
Because there weren’t many people, the gym equipment was almost always free.
Ever since Su Yan learned that signing up for the class allowed her to use the gym for free, she came here to work out every night.
It was only a few steps from school to this training center, and since Su Yan was a persistent person, she came every day.
After going back and forth like this, she and Zheng Liqiu became good friends.
From Zheng Liqiu’s stories, Su Yan also got a deeper understanding of her instructor—Chu Yi.
This guy was an old man who usually spoke little but had a venomous tongue.
Actually, Chu Yi was only twenty-four, but to twenty-year-old Su Yan, wasn’t that an old man?
Of course, during the weekend training, Su Yan could also precisely feel what it meant to have a venomous tongue.
So she and Zheng Liqiu had even more to complain about, and the two would rant about Chu Yi until they were on fire.
“Let me tell you!”
Su Yan was enthusiastically complaining.
“That old man only knows how to discourage us every day. What good does it do for him?”
Originally, Zheng Liqiu had been agreeing with her, but this time she didn’t speak—she just looked awkwardly behind Su Yan.
At that moment, Su Yan felt something was wrong.
Wasn’t Chu Yi standing right behind her?
Thinking of this possibility, Su Yan immediately stiffened, not daring to turn her head.
She could even feel the scorching air and strong pressure from behind.
Badmouthing someone and being caught by the person themselves—wasn’t this a major social death scene?
Su Yan took a deep breath and immediately began self-rescue.
“Our supervisor, that old man, is really too much—old and full of problems. Unlike the instructors here, who are all handsome and gentle guys.”
Seeing the shocked yet admiring look in Zheng Liqiu’s eyes, Su Yan knew she had guessed right.
Chu Yi was most likely really standing behind her.
So she flattered even harder.
“Look at my instructor, Brother Chu. Although he’s not that gentle, I know everything he does is for my own good! I really admire him…”
Before she could continue bragging, the person behind her, apparently unable to listen any longer, lightly patted her head.
At the same time, a deep voice sounded.
“Where does a student like you get a supervisor from?”
She’d miscalculated!
After saying this, Chu Yi behind her didn’t care about Su Yan’s reaction and walked leisurely into the martial arts classroom.
Su Yan looked up at his back, feeling that his figure exuded an inexplicable sense of delight.
She and Zheng Liqiu exchanged glances.
Being caught badmouthing someone left them both feeling guilty, especially since Su Yan seemed to have blown her cover.
Su Yan asked softly,
“When did this old… guy come in? How does he walk so quietly?”
Probably because she’d just been caught badmouthing an old man, the word now gave Su Yan PTSD.
Zheng Liqiu looked despairing and replied just as quietly,
“He came in as soon as you started talking. I was giving you eye signals and you still didn’t notice?”
Su Yan was helpless.
“I was having too much fun complaining. Who was paying attention to your expression? If I hadn’t suddenly realized you weren’t agreeing with me, I might have kept on digging my own grave!”
Zheng Liqiu burst out laughing, half teasing, half admiring.
“But that face change of yours just now was amazing. If you’re not in the Spring Festival’s face-changing opera next year, I’m not watching!”
Su Yan was so mad she wanted to hit her.
At that moment, a cold, icy voice came from the room.
“Are you here to study or not? It’s hourly billing now!”
Su Yan gave Zheng Liqiu a helpless look and slumped as she walked in.
She glanced at Chu Yi, who showed no expression, and tried to explain.
“I do have a supervisor. My supervisor is from my internship at school…”
Chu Yi ignored her, glanced at the gray clothes on Su Yan, and nodded in satisfaction.
“What we need to practice today is an exercise that requires you to lie on the ground.”
Su Yan observed Chu Yi carefully again and, seeing that he truly wasn’t angry, let out a sigh of relief.
She followed his instructions and got into position on the floor.
Actually, Su Yan wasn’t very coordinated.
Plus, since it was her first time doing this exercise, her form was far from standard.
Su Yan felt like her whole body was twisted into a pretzel, with her hands and feet tangled, able to move only with her forelimbs.
Though she couldn’t do the move yet, her basic judgment was solid—she could tell she wasn’t doing it right at all.
And it was probably miles from the standard.
So, feeling embarrassed, she looked at Chu Yi and asked with rare self-awareness,
“Is this move not very standard?”
Chu Yi looked at her twisted form on the floor, his mouth twitching.
He didn’t speak but crouched down to help Su Yan adjust her posture.
With moves like this, doing it wrong could easily cause injury.
Feeling his large hand move at her waist, Su Yan got a little embarrassed and made conversation.
“Um, Brother Chu, is this exercise meant to train my upper limb strength?”
Chu Yi paused at her words and glanced at her posture again.
“No.”
Su Yan looked at him curiously.
“Then what is it meant to train?”
Chu Yi looked down.
“Your escape ability. If your legs get broken by someone, you can still use your upper body strength to crawl to the hospital.”
She turned sharply to look at Chu Yi, her eyes fixed on his face.
Facing such a handsome face, she couldn’t feel even a trace of romance—just wondered what kind of dog mouth could spit out such pig words.
Oh, so this mouth belongs to a twenty-four-year-old single old man.
Makes sense.
Under Su Yan’s intense gaze, Chu Yi remained calm as he continued helping her adjust her position.
When he saw she was still twisting her head, he pressed a little harder at her waist and said in a low voice,
“Are you going to study or not?”
Su Yan glared at him again, then reluctantly laid back down.
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After a day of training, Su Yan returned to school sore and tired.
In a few days, the show would air.
Su Yan was looking forward to it.
She had a feeling that after this broadcast, she could finally become that 50%.
Then the money she earned would increase by a lot, and Su Yan felt she was just about to save up her first million.
When the day arrived, Su Yan woke up early.
Since she’d already experienced it once, she didn’t rush to check the app.
Instead, she patiently waited for the whole show to finish airing before clicking in.
Xiao Ya had already been waiting inside for a long time.
“Master! Master! Long time no see! I have good news to tell you!”
Su Yan was taken aback, but didn’t pay attention to Xiao Ya’s good news.
Her eyes were drawn to something else.
“Why are you still wearing that Ultraman mask on your face?”
At her words, Xiao Ya fell silent.
After a long time, she said gloomily.
“…I’m afraid of losing face.”
Su Yan couldn’t help but laugh.
So that meant Ultraman wasn’t afraid of losing face?
She shook her head.
“You can’t keep doing this forever, right? Besides…”
She suddenly perked up.
“Let me tell you a story, okay?”
She had a bad feeling.
Ten minutes later…
The Ultraman mask on Xiao Ya’s face had already been removed and was now lying alone in a corner of the phone screen.
She nervously touched her own face.
“Will that person’s mask never come off from their face? Is their soul still there?”
Su Yan was very satisfied with the effect of her storytelling.
“Maybe it’s still there, but regardless of whether the soul can regain control of the body, the face will never return to normal.”
“Wuwuwu, I’ll never wear a mask again! I’ll never let that evil masked man take my face!”
Terrified, Xiao Ya waved her hand, and the Ultraman mask disappeared.
Seeing Xiao Ya still clutching her face with a wary expression, clearly unable to shake off the story, Su Yan cleared her throat.
“Ahem! So what was the good news?”
At her words, Xiao Ya snapped out of it, excitement returning.
“Oh! It’s that, Master, you—”
Su Yan immediately cut in.
“I became that fifty percent, right? Did I guess right?”
She was so stifled she could barely breathe.
She’d just been forced to listen to a ghost story and now was interrupted again.
New and old grievances piled up, and Xiao Ya shouted angrily.
“Master, you’re too mean! I’m ignoring you!”
With that, she disappeared from the screen.
She got upset so quickly.
Next time, Su Yan decided, she’d be gentler.
She smiled, opening the fan interface.
Now she had 101,045 fans, and the interface had turned green.
Winning next time would mean earning an extra fifty thousand yuan!
Thinking of this, Su Yan couldn’t help but grin—she was well on her way to becoming a millionaire!
Scrolling down to check the comments, she saw that, unlike last time, this time most were compliments.
A bunch of Nickstar viewers praised her for being smart and cute.
“This way of clearing the stage is too powerful!”
“Miss, you’re amazing!”
“Instant fan—how can anyone be so smart and adorable!”
“Um… Is there still a chance to hear the end of the previous ghost story?”
“Miss obsessed with telling ghost stories to everyone.”
“I love ghost stories! So exciting!”
Reading them made Su Yan’s heart overflow with happiness.
Even though rainbow farts didn’t have any real impact, they could definitely make people happy.
Seeing a few people still clinging to her, persistently asking for the ending of her unfinished story, Su Yan, in high spirits, posted the ending of the tale she didn’t finish during the first episode.
After finishing what she needed to, Su Yan closed the app, feeling satisfied as she curled up in bed playing with her phone.
When her gaze landed on the black app again, Su Yan suddenly remembered something.