He Yang’s mouth hung open as he struggled to say: “That doesn’t seem appropriate.”
Chi Yao snickered: “You could think of asking her to show off ticket stubs, what’s not appropriate about this?”
He Yang: “It’s mainly not appropriate… with you.”
Chi Yao’s previously downcast eyes lifted slightly. As if his competitive spirit had awakened, he said with a twisted smile: “What? My hand isn’t as pretty as hers?”
He Yang could barely speak coherently: “No, although your fingers are quite slender and your hands look good, the knuckles are still obviously a man’s.”
“Anyone can tell it’s a male hand. Wouldn’t people laugh at me if I posted this…”
Chi Yao silenced him with one sentence: “You can photoshop it.”
He Yang: “…………”
He Yang screamed internally.
So you even know about Photoshop.
Lin Zhexia felt like a spectator, suddenly becoming just an onlooker, the kind who couldn’t close her mouth.
After speaking, the young man’s outstretched hand impatiently waved in the air, urging him: “Ticket.”
All their tickets were with He Yang.
He Yang’s expression was twisted and complex, his hand trembling slightly as he held out the ticket. Finally, he made one last plea to Lin Zhexia: “Brother Xia.”
Lin Zhexia moved a bit to the side: “Don’t look at me. I won’t take a photo with you.”
He Yang accepted his fate.
“Fine, a hand is a hand,” He Yang closed his eyes, steeled himself, “I can photoshop it.”
He casually pulled out a ticket for Chi Yao and handed the extra one to Lin Zhexia.
However, Chi Yao glanced at it and said, “Give me a different one.”
He Yang looked at this Row 6, Seat 13 ticket, not understanding why it was being rejected: “They’re all movie tickets, what’s the difference?”
Chi Yao casually responded with an “Oh”: “13, unlucky. Don’t want it.”
He Yang was speechless and swapped tickets with Chi Yao.
Then the two boys.
Holding tickets.
Put their hands together.
After taking the photo, He Yang quickly lowered his hand.
Although Chi Yao’s hand was photogenic, with long fingers, each knuckle perfectly proportioned, requiring little angle adjustment to look good in photos, this picture was still somewhat difficult to look at directly.
The movie was about to start, and they began checking tickets for entry.
After Chi Yao stood up, He Yang called out to him: “Chi Yao.”
Chi Yao didn’t even spare him a glance: “What other nonsense do you have?”
He Yang’s voice was strained, and he seemed somewhat awkward: “No, I just wanted to ask, you don’t… have those kinds of feelings for me all this time, do you?”
“…”
“Although I don’t look as good as you, I’m still somewhat charming. And come to think of it, you never seem to have liked any girls.”
This time Chi Yao gave him a bit of eye contact, his eyebrow slightly raised, the corner of his eye turning downward: “How long have you had these symptoms?”
He Yang: “…”
“If you feel life has been too smooth lately,” Chi Yao added, “no need to be so roundabout. I can put you in the hospital for half a month right now.”
Lin Zhexia, who had been quietly invisible on the side, burst into violent coughing.
“Sorry, that was too fascinating,” Lin Zhexia explained between coughs. “I wasn’t paying attention while drinking, almost choked to death on cola.”
After being interrupted by Lin Zhexia, they stopped discussing the photo incident and queued behind the crowd to have their tickets checked.
Mainly because both parties involved wanted to pretend nothing had happened.
They desperately wanted to package up what had just occurred and throw it into a recycling bin labeled “embarrassing history.”
Lin Zhexia was the last to have her ticket checked.
Only when handing her ticket to the attendant did she carefully look at the movie ticket she’d been assigned.
The one in her hand was Row 6, Seat 11.
After Chi Yao swapped tickets with He Yang, he would be sitting right next to her.
This was such an ordinary detail, yet her heartbeat began to accelerate because of it.
Simply because he would be sitting beside her soon.
After having her ticket checked, Lin Zhexia wasn’t paying attention to where she was going.
She followed her intuition and walked forward. Because the crowd was so dense, she accidentally followed the people in front of her and turned left.
Suddenly, a force from behind pulled her back.
Chi Yao had somehow appeared behind her.
“Wrong way,” Chi Yao’s hand rested on top of her head, indicating for her to stop. “Theater 2 is on the right.”