Chapter 139: The Fish Has Come
The Yu family had signed the consent form for Yu Xin, so naturally they didn’t miss Yu Yuan’s form either. In fact, according to Yu Jinxi and Cui Wanning’s thinking, Yu Yuan was even more suitable to appear on stage.
However, facing Gu Qinghuan now, Yu Yuan had no idea what to do.
Recently, her relationship with Yu Xin had improved. They no longer targeted each other and could interact normally, like ordinary people, with give and take.
But Gu Qinghuan was different. Last time, Gu Qinghuan had been so friendly to her, yet she had lost her temper at them, slammed the door, and left—completely impolite.
Yu Yuan wanted to find a chance to apologize to Gu Qinghuan and Jiang Chuchu, but her relationship with Yu Xin wasn’t good enough yet to ask Yu Xin to organize it.
Considering the relationship between Class 12 and Class 3, Yu Yuan also couldn’t go to Class 3 for help. So it had just dragged on like this.
She knew that this “playing dead” approach wasn’t good—it solved nothing.
The problem was, she didn’t know what to do.
Ever since she was young, her family had demanded obedience. As long as she followed instructions, there would be no problems.
Even at school, if something happened, she just had to tell Cui Wanning, and her mother would naturally tell her what to do.
For example, when she found out she was in the same class as Yan Zhengqing, Cui Wanning told her to get along well with him.
Although Cui Wanning seemed a little displeased when she discovered Yan Zhengqing had a somewhat ambiguous relationship with Lin Xiaoxue, she still reminded her to try to build a relationship with Lin Xiaoxue.
But only as friends at school—don’t bring Lin Xiaoxue into the Yu family.
Gu Qinghuan was different. When she came to pick up Yu Xin at Jiang Chuchu’s house, it infuriated Cui Wanning and Yu Jinxi.
Yu Yuan had once cautiously asked Yu Jinxi if she should get along with Gu Qinghuan. Yu Jinxi immediately refused, saying it would be better to seek out Jiang Chuchu; Gu Qinghuan was just lucky, a petty person enjoying a brief rise.
He also said: “That ugly duckling could never be my sister. The sister I recognize is only you, Yu Yuan. So you’ll follow my words, right?”
Yu Yuan wanted to say the ugly duckling was actually the real swan, but facing Yu Jinxi’s scrutinizing gaze, she could only keep smiling: “Of course, I stand by brother.”
Now, Gu Qinghuan was standing openly in front of her, inviting her to be a lead actor in Le Yi’s program. Yu Yuan was completely at a loss.
Gu Qinghuan seemed not to notice Yu Yuan’s nervousness. She pulled Yu Yuan aside and, just like she had with Lu Jian, explained the script and roles, concluding: “Discuss it with your family. Whether you perform or not, give me an answer during lunch break, okay?”
Hearing the words “okay,” Yu Yuan nodded reflexively: “Alright.”
Only after nodding did she realize something was wrong. She was used to hearing such words from Cui Wanning and automatically nodded—but now, she was facing Gu Qinghuan!
Unfortunately, Gu Qinghuan didn’t give her a chance to reconsider. Cheerfully, she said: “Alright, I’ll go with Le Yi to find the next actor. Wait for my reply!”
Then she waved at Yu Yuan and, with the class bell ringing, dashed away.
Le Yi ran to the staircase, turned, and saw the girl behind Yu Yuan returning to class. He asked: “Is she okay?”
“From a role perspective, among the people I know, she’s suitable. Now it depends on her willingness to participate,” Gu Qinghuan answered.
The students resumed class while Gu Qinghuan and Le Yi strolled around the school.
“We’ve found two people in a row, and both were my decisions. Will I get criticized for favoritism?” Gu Qinghuan mused, stroking her chin.
“I don’t think either of them are particularly close to you,” Le Yi said seriously. “For me, that’s good. I’d rather focus energy on the program than on students’ participation.”
The PD and cameraman exchanged glances: these two really seemed to aim for a “mock the audience’s expectations so there’s nothing left to complain about” vibe.
“There’s still the last role. I need to think about who to choose,” Gu Qinghuan said, sitting on a bench, deep in thought. “Although this isn’t exactly a villain, it inevitably could give some people a bad impression…”
“You’re perfect for it,” Le Yi suddenly said.
Gu Qinghuan widened her eyes. “I said I only want to help with logistics!”
“You can act, right?” Le Yi looked at her sincerely.
Gu Qinghuan glared at him for a while and pressed her temples.
Honestly, she had been hesitant about singing and dancing performances before because she was average at both—only in chorus or group dances could she blend in.
Now it was a skit, not acting in a musical—it actually sounded… doable?
Seeing her silent, Le Yi sensed opportunity. “Want to try?”
“If both of them are willing to perform, then I’ll try,” Gu Qinghuan lowered her hand.
Lu Jian and Yu Yuan didn’t know each other. Only through Gu Qinghuan’s coordination could they perform the same skit.
If another student joined, none of the three would know each other, making coordination harder.
Gu Qinghuan stood: “Next step, we wait for lunch to see if the actors are finalized. For now, let’s return to the office and revise the script.”
Le Yi’s team could take a break from filming; Ye Weiyu’s team was still busy.
Ye Weiyu didn’t rush to Class 3. He pretended to stroll around campus, passing by several classes, greeting teachers and students along the way.
During class, the students by the windows in Class 3 immediately gave a signal: pretending to get some air, they opened the window halfway.
The students understood: Ye Weiyu is coming!
The math teacher, Jiang Xinyue, noticed: why do the students suddenly seem alert?
She looked outside and noticed commotion. Within seconds, Ye Weiyu appeared at the half-open window.
Even Yu Xin was surprised—this “signal” worked like a lure.
If it were the middle of winter, the windows would be closed. But with just half a window open, Ye Weiyu instinctively approached it to talk to the students.
The student who devised this signal was Yao Shali, usually called Shali, sitting by the window.
The name sounded English, and it indeed had connections: “Shali” came from Agatha Christie, the Queen of Mystery, and Mary Shelley, mother of science fiction.
The Yao family was scholarly, with generations engaged in literary work—writers, screenwriters, or even oracle bone researchers.
When Yao Shali had her “first birthday reading,” she picked up Murder on the Orient Express and Frankenstein, so the family named her accordingly.
Watching Ye Weiyu approach the window as she planned, Yao Shali pushed up her glasses, a satisfied smile appearing.
“The fish has come. Time to cast the net.”
Want to understand each other? No problem! She already figured out Ye Weiyu’s thoughts.
As for friendly interactions? That’s Jiang Chuchu’s performance time.
