Chapter 64 Luo Luo, let's go on a date.
This sudden eye contact made Jiang Luo's heart skip a beat.
A string in my mind snapped, and the sound of the string broke.
My cheeks suddenly burned.
Her physiological reactions were quicker and more precise, revealing her panic.
Fortunately, He Ziyan only glanced at it before continuing to explain his thoughts to Qin Ning, "In this world, there are too many variables in everything, making it difficult to control. We can't necessarily get good results just by relying on our own efforts. It's not like solving a math problem, where you can get the answer step by step."
He added, "Just like the rankings in a live stream, the decisive factor is the audience's preference, which is a variable you can't control. It's really frustrating."
Powerless.
It struck a chord with Qin Ning.
His nose tingled, his eyes reddened, and he stared blankly at the ground as if in a daze, tracing lines on the ground with his fingers. "Sometimes, I feel lost and don't know if I should stick to this path. I also wonder if I'm not suited for it."
“We are not cogs in a machine; suitability is not the primary consideration.” He Ziyan’s words, like the buoy of a floating boat, pierced through the swirling smoke. “Humans have agency and will inevitably experience thoughts of wanting or not wanting. Faced with an urgent desire, ‘unsuitability’ is just a paper tiger.”
Jiang Luo's eyes lit up as she gazed at He Ziyan's profile, lost in thought for a long time.
She also felt lost when she was attacked by the entire internet.
Is she really suited for the entertainment industry?
Does she really have a place in the entertainment industry?
To this day, she still hasn't come up with a complete answer.
She usually heals herself with time, gets through it, and then puts it out of her mind.
But right now, she drew strength from He Ziyan's words.
Whether it's suitable or not, acting is her profession.
She saw a steadfast quality in He Ziyan.
Determined and unwavering.
He Ziyan is an invincible warrior.
Now, Jiang Luo wished she could give him 1000 points of goodwill.
"Sigh, I wish I could be as capable as you. You always know exactly what you want," Qin Ning praised, her voice thick with nasal emotion and tinged with envy.
"Yes." He Ziyan accepted without hesitation, without any intention of being modest.
He sat ramrod straight, his back forming a perfectly straight line, as solemn as if making an oath: "I always know firmly what I want."
The moon's shadow shifts westward, the sky turns eastward, and a faint star shines.
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When Jiang Luo opened her eyes, it was already noon.
I drew back the curtains, and the sunlight was blindingly bright.
She stretched and turned to go into the bathroom to wash up.
She clearly remembers that after talking with Qin Ning, it was 3 a.m., and then she climbed into bed and fell asleep without any dreams all night.
When I left the room, it was already 12 o'clock.
My stomach is growling; I'm terribly hungry.
As expected, I saw He Ziyan after turning the corner.
This time, he wasn't reading; he was working. A laptop sat in front of him, and he was wearing glasses, looking both domestic and gentle.
"You're awake," He Ziyan said, looking up and smiling at her.
Jiang Luo noticed that He Ziyan was quite fond of smiling.
She had a stereotype of him being "expressionless," so she was slightly surprised by this discovery.
"Aren't you sleepy?" Jiang Luo came over. "You also go to bed so late."
He Ziyan stood up. "It's alright." He walked towards the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?"
He skipped the transition of "I'll make you breakfast" and took on the task of making breakfast on his own initiative.
Jiang Luo asked curiously, "You didn't eat either?"
He Ziyan bent down and took out a milk pot from the cupboard, saying succinctly, "I've eaten. I'll make you one."
"..."
Jiang Luo quickened her pace and walked to his side. "I can do it myself."
One should not accept rewards without merit.
He who eats another's food is bound to do so.
"Was my cooking not good?" He Ziyan asked, looking slightly hurt.
Jiang Luo: That's not the issue!
“I…” Glancing at the computer on the dining table, Jiang Luo had a sudden idea. “Since you’re still working, I won’t take up any more of your time.”
"It's nothing." Turning around, He Ziyan placed the pot on the stove and added, "I'm happy to."
"……oh."
After waving her hands helplessly, Jiang Luo leaned closer and asked in a weak voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
“Yes.” He Ziyan turned to face her. “You still haven’t told me what you want to eat.”
Jiang Luo wasn't too picky about food, so she casually said, "Noodles, please."
He Ziyan laughed, "You really do like noodles."
"Noodles are easy to make and delicious to eat; they're simply the king of breakfasts," Jiang Luo retorted, unconvinced.
But how could he say that so casually?
It's as if I often see her eating noodles.
I think I ate it on the first day.
He Ziyan accepted her nonsense, picked up a bucket of noodles from the storage shelf next to him, then held it reverently in his hands, bowed solemnly, and muttered, "King of Breakfast."
"Pfft." Jiang Luo couldn't help but chuckle at the bizarre behavior.
So He Ziyan has this kind of dry humor.
He Ziyan boiled water and chopped vegetables, his movements fluid and seamless.
Jiang, standing to the side, seemed a bit superfluous. "What do you need me to do?"
He picked up his phone and glanced at it before saying, "Go get something for me."
"Okay, where do I pick it up?" He Ziyan had made breakfast for her, and she wanted to do something for him in return. She didn't like owing people anything.
He poured the shredded vegetables into the pot, and He Ziyan replied, "At the door."
As soon as the words were spoken, a bright yellow figure appeared. "Is anyone there?"
Jiang Luo replied, "Yes! Coming!"
As she walked past the table, she saw the delivery guy in the yellow vest carrying a large bouquet of flowers.
It's a champagne rose, soft and bright pink, full of springtime vibes, making my heart flutter.
Jiang Luo subconsciously looked back at He Ziyan. Behind the island platform, he was also looking at her with a smile in his eyes, standing straight with his arms hanging down, his relaxed features as beautiful as a flower.
"Your flowers are here, please accept them."
Jiang Luo was overjoyed as she accepted the flowers.
After seeing the delivery guy off and closing the door, she couldn't help but stand there, taking a good look at the bouquet.
A card was inserted in the middle.
She picked it up carefully and unfolded it.
"Luo Luo, let's go on a date."
"This is something I cannot refuse."
Looking up, I saw He Ziyan walking gracefully towards me.
He was wearing an apron, which greatly reduced his threatening power.
Jiang Luo pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at him.
The sunlight blurred the outlines, making them appear hazy and soft.
My heart was no longer concerned with whether it was true or false; all that remained was a deep sense of warmth.
It felt as if I were in a garden in full bloom with spring flowers, every blossom swaying in the sunlight.
He was secretly filled with excitement, but he didn't show it on his face.
Jiang Luo's silence was eroding He Ziyan's confidence bit by bit.
Thinking of something, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "If you want to refuse, you can."
I accept.
This sound made the gaze that had just fallen quickly rise again.
Their eyes met, and radiant smiles appeared.
"Have breakfast first." Jiang Luo walked past He Ziyan carrying flowers.
With her back to the person, she took a few urgent breaths.
My mind is in turmoil again.
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