Feng Yang knew he wasn't that famous and didn't like making friends. Since being promoted to Linchuan, he didn't even have a single friend to chat with.
My daily routine consists of going back and forth between school and home, with very few other places to go. My social circle is mainly composed of teachers and classmates.
Now, even in places like airport waiting rooms, the probability of running into someone you know is...
Very few, almost zero.
Since we're not friends...
So they've come looking for trouble?
Feng Yang remained calm, turned around, his pupils contracted slightly, but quickly turned into a warm smile: "It's you, Xia Che."
"I heard from Chu that you had something to do, and I thought I wouldn't see you again. So, are you here to see me off?"
Feng Yang smiled, but in reality, his guard had reached its peak.
As mentioned before, Feng Yang doesn't have many friends.
Moreover, in terms of their relationship...
What kind of relationship do they have?
Why make the other person travel so far, even to the airport, to see you off?
Feng Yang didn't think he had that much influence, so if they weren't here to see him off... then what were they here for? That made him quite wary.
"Yes, I've come to see you off."
Xia Che readily admitted it, patted Feng Yang on the shoulder, and then plopped down in the seat next to Feng Yang, even though Feng Yang didn't believe him at all.
But when Xia Che patted him like that, Feng Yang's body tensed up instantly.
"Oh...you came to see me off? Thank you so much."
Feng Yang's eyes flickered; he couldn't understand Xia Che's purpose.
Isn't this Chu Yuying's assistant?
When they first met, Xia Che acted like a thug. Feng Yang asked himself honestly, he didn't know Xia Che well, so he couldn't understand where Xia Che's apparent familiarity came from.
It seems like the two of them only got to know each other on the day they were kidnapped.
That's all the friendship we have...
As for why they're so familiar with each other now?
"Is this your first time going abroad? Why are you so nervous?"
Xia Che, however, was naturally outgoing. He chuckled, sat down in the chair, and looked up at the screen in front of him: "Hmm... the next flight isn't until three hours later, that's still a long time, but you're here so early..."
"Is it because you can't stay in Jiang City anymore?"
Xia Che turned his head and looked at Feng Yang with a smile: "Or is it that staying in Jiang City would be dangerous for you?"
His tone was gentle, as if he were chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
But to Feng Yang, it was like setting off a bomb.
"I...I don't understand what you're saying."
Feng Yang paused, his expression turning ferocious for a moment, then quickly returning to calm.
His eyes remained fixed on Xia Che.
At the same time, Feng Yang's brain was working at high speed.
What did Xia Che mean by those words?
joke?
Or is it...?
A sharp glint gradually appeared in Feng Yang's eyes.
Did he really know something?
"..."
Xia Che didn't speak, but looked at Feng Yang intently, and the atmosphere between the two instantly became silent.
His gaze was sharp, and under that gaze, Feng Yang felt as if his very skin was being seen through by those eyes; in Xia Che's eyes, he was just a bare skeleton.
"Xia Che?"
Feng Yang forced a laugh, then waved his hand, sighed, and seemed to have compromised: "Alright, alright... since you want to know, I'll tell you."
"Because this opportunity to go abroad is very rare, I'm going to an art institution in Milan. It took me a long time to contact a teacher who agreed to take me on. You probably don't know how much I love painting, so I don't want to miss this opportunity. Besides, my family had already agreed to let me go abroad. Since the result is the same, why not do it sooner?"
"You know, it's not hard to get a plane ticket to Milan, there are tickets every day, but for us who love to draw, it's really hard to find a teacher we like."
"I can tell you with certainty that if I don't get to Milan soon, they may recruit new students and give up on me at any time. After all... my painting skills are not good enough yet. At present, they are the ones choosing me, not me choosing my teacher."
Feng Yang shook his head. His words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and his sincerity was practically written all over his face.
"Is that so..."
Xia Che raised an eyebrow. Just when Feng Yang thought Xia Che believed him and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed.
Holding Feng Yang's wrist, Xia Che turned his head to look at him, chuckled, and ignored the astonishment on Feng Yang's face. He asked casually, "So... the reason your fingerprints have all been worn away is because you practiced painting for a long time, and your fingers were in contact with lead for a long time, which wore away your fingerprints?"
"What a coincidence! All the fingerprints on your ten fingers have been worn away. It seems you really enjoy drawing and work very hard at it."
Xia Che smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He stared at Feng Yang, as if he could see through Feng Yang's eyes and into his soul.
"...Haha, yes, painting is quite demanding on the hands. After years of practicing this, look at the calluses on my palms, they're all from practicing painting."
Feng Yang calmly pulled his hand away from Xia Che's, forcing a smile, but his heart was in turmoil.
At this moment, even if Feng Yang was stupid, he realized that Xia Che had come to cause trouble.
His gaze shifted from sharp to chilling.
It seems Xia Che really does know something...
But it's unclear how much Xia Che actually knows, and whether anyone else knows.
Thinking of this, Feng Yang suddenly turned his head and looked around.
If Xia Che had accomplices who were observing him nearby, his sudden turn of the head would have startled them. However, Feng Yang looked around but found nothing unusual.
He arrived too early; there were still three hours before his flight took off, and there were hardly any people in the waiting room at that time.
"There are so few people. If they really had accomplices, they definitely wouldn't have escaped my notice... So it seems there aren't any?"
Feng Yang silently recited to himself, and when he looked at Xia Che again, his mindset had changed.
If it were just Xia Che alone...
Feng Yang's eyes flickered slightly.
It seems the situation isn't too bad.
Xia Che alone could never stop him.
"No need to look anymore, I'm all alone."
Xia Che casually crossed his arms, his smile never fading from his face, as if it were welded onto it.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go to the restroom first. Excuse me."
Feng Yang chuckled dryly, pretending nothing had happened, and then got up to leave.
He certainly wasn't going to the restroom; he just wanted to get out of Xia Che's sight.
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