Chapter 173Chapter173
At this time, Zhong Yuebai realized that when Riddle was talking just now, he had not let go of his hand.
The boy seemed to have just noticed this, and his face was obviously stunned for a moment. Then he quickly let go of her and showed an apologetic expression, "Sorry, imeannooffense." (I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.)
"It'sok."
Zhong Yuebai said with a blushing face.
Seeing that there was no look of displeasure or disgust on her face, Jiang Chengbin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sheepishly at the female commentator, "Just passing by."
This explanation is somewhat specious and does not even have a subject.
The female commentator seemed to have her own understanding. She waved her hand at them and said with a toothy smile, "Itotallyunterstand~" (I completely understand~)
The tone clearly indicated a misunderstanding.
Zhong Yuebai looked at Jiang Chengbin subconsciously, but saw that he happened to be looking over, their eyes facing each other. Both of them looked helpless, but neither of them explained.
Zhong Yuebai's English is not good, and he is afraid that the more he explains his half-baked speaking skills, the worse he will get.
As for why idols don’t explain...
She thought that given his polite and considerate character, it was probably because she didn't say anything because she was afraid of refuting the girl's face.
However, after being interrupted like this, it was impossible to continue what happened just now.
Zhong Yuebai felt a trace of regret.
Then he was startled by his own emotions and recited "Amitabha" secretly.
The two of them left the bathroom one after another, both of them silent.
After walking for a while, Jiang Chengbin suddenly turned around and asked her, "Backhoteltogether?" (Go back to the hotel together?)
Zhong Yuebai was lowering his head. When he heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head and said to him, "I need to go back to the training room." (No, I want to go back to the training room.)
There was a trace of disappointment in the boy's eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions and said softly, "Ok, take care of yourself." (Okay, take care of yourself.)
Then he was ready to go to another passage.
Looking at his tall and clear back, Zhong Yuebai suddenly remembered something, "Wait!" (Wait!)
She chased him in a few steps, took out her mobile phone, and mustered up the courage to ask him, "What's your kakaotalk number?" (What's your kakaotalk number?)
"Kakaotalk?" Jiang Chengbin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "You have kakaotalk?" (Do you have kakaotalk too?)
"Idownload."(I downloaded it.)
Zhong Yuebai pointed to the KakaoTalk icon on the phone screen.
Jiang Chengbin lowered his head and looked at her phone. When he looked at her again, there was something more in his eyes.
He suddenly smiled and said, "I was wondering if I could get your WeChat ID after MSI."
He also took out his mobile phone and showed her the WeChat icon on the screen.
For a moment, Zhong Yuebai was also stunned.
Do Koreans also use WeChat? But isn’t their KakaoTalk equivalent to WeChat?
However, on second thought, she also plays Facebook. In addition to WeChat, she also has QQ on her phone. It is not unusual for idols to play foreign social software.
Just in time, her eyes lit up and she had a legitimate reason, "Wecanexchange." (Then we can exchange numbers.)
Hearing what she said, the boy couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and his dimples deepened, "Ok, good idea."
So, a minute later, Zhong Yuebai finally got his wish and added his idol's KakaoTalk, and also added his WeChat account, which was a double insurance.
The contact information was about to arrive, and their minds were made up. However, the two of them started to communicate in broken English. They talked about everything from the weather in Thailand to the two days of competition. They stood at the entrance of the passage and exchanged words with each other, which caused a stir. A lot of people's attention.
It wasn't until Jiang Chengbin's teammates came to find him that they said goodbye.
Zhong Yuebai turned around and walked slowly towards Area B along the west corridor, but the image of him massaging his hands kept flashing in his mind.
She lowered her eyes, raised her hands involuntarily, bent her fingers slightly toward her palms, and gently clenched them into fists.
It seems that I can still feel some residual warmth in my fingertips, which is like a tangled knot, creeping up to my heart quietly and densely, making my whole heart feel numb and itchy, and it feels strangely unbearable.
What to do.
This sudden feeling was so powerful that I couldn't contain it, and I was a little helpless.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart and thought silently: She seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. (End of chapter)