Chapter 5 — The King's Voice is Very Good

Finally, he lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "Nothing... I just... have a few roles I want to discuss with the teacher." “Later, I'm busy.” – I replied, tilting my head slightly, my hands still busy reapplying the foundation. Seeing the makeup artists and staff secretly observing nearby, I was worried about spreading false rumors, so I tried to keep my distance. “So… can we add WeChat?” – he asked carefully, his voice light as if afraid of disturbing. “I will… not bother Teacher Le.” “…Um.” – I nodded, accepting. Perhaps that agreement made him feel "sugar-free", so Co Du quickly added my WeChat, stood next to him hesitantly for a long time... but refused to leave. It wasn't until his manager called that he left the dressing room. After that, he often texted me, sometimes asking about the script, sometimes conveniently reminding me to dress warmly when the weather turned cold. It's just that my attitude was always cold, he gradually realized that distance, from then on he only sent occasional holiday wishes and didn't bother me anymore.

“Teacher Le, let's go.” Co Du's voice pulled me back to reality. I regained my composure, and along with the other three people, I entered the queue for the Ferris wheel. (My wife seems too absent-minded... Maybe she hasn't rested enough?) I always feel that the Ferris wheel is a game that is both boring and time-consuming. However, the number of people lining up is still crowded and has never decreased. The two PDs in charge of filming the couple's scene were immediately cold-faced by Co Du, who calmly "invited" them to sit in the next compartment. (Want to hold my wife's hand...) (But... what if my wife doesn't agree? Wouldn't it make things awkward for my wife...) (But... if I don't ask, I'll never have a chance to hold my wife's hand...) "Wife..." - he called softly, his voice very light. "YES?" – I replied once, then paused. Turning to look, I saw him standing still like me. “Cough… is something wrong?” – I pretended to calmly ask. “Can… hold my hand?” – he hesitated and asked softly. "…Impossible." – I replied briefly. I know clearly that in my heart I don't hate him, I even... seem to like him a little. But I was confused: I was embarrassed, I wanted to keep a cold image in front of the camera, and I also didn't want to be too predictable. So, I don't agree. "…Okay." – His voice lowered slightly. (My wife refused... I lost face... huh huh...) (Is that why my wife keeps her distance from me?) The train compartment was silent. I watched the surrounding landscape gradually shrink, the sky and the river below my feet gradually coming into view. When the rotation reached its highest peak, before I could even exclaim, it slowly descended, bringing us away from the sky and back to the ground. (Wife... so pretty...) - the whispering voice in his head rang out softly. When we got off the Ferris wheel, we discovered that Duong Khinh Nghi and Chu Trach had disappeared. When I asked, I found out that the program arranged for each pair of guests to have private time with each other. (Finally, the program does a decent job!) The rest is just a few boring check-in stations, completely without highlights. It's not strange that this director can't make the show create a trend - it lacks a soul. That evening, the program continued to send the task of sending a "heart touching" message to a guest of the opposite sex. I unconsciously sent Co Du a short message, then texted my manager: "Find me an excuse... to withdraw from this show." 9 I'm an investor, so a little This can still be done at will. The next day, just after breakfast, the program team "regretfully" announced: "Due to some personal reasons, Teacher Le will not continue to participate in filming the next episodes." 【What is it? It's only been two days?!】 【People have money, if they want to take a break, they can take a break, let it go.】 【That's unreasonable, if you don't want to come then don't join in the first place, why leave like this?!】 I know it's not good to withdraw midway like that, but really... I don't want to stay anymore. “Teacher Le.” I was pulling my suitcase and preparing to get in the car, when I heard Co Du calling softly from behind. I glanced around, confirming there were no cameras or staff nearby. (As expected... my wife is scared by me...) (My wife definitely hates me...) (It's over, my life will probably be lonely until the end...) (What should I do, how should I explain to my wife...) “It's so noisy!” – I was so noisy in my head that it hurt and I blurted out in frustration. He stood still, his face showing confusion and loss. “I just… wanted to say goodbye to Teacher Le.” – His voice was deep and soft. (I… I just called my wife once…) (My wife definitely hates me…) (As expected, my wife will never like someone like me…) “You… tsk.” – I softly pursed my lips, rubbed my forehead, my mind was chaotic, then reluctantly opened my mouth: "This weekend... let's have dinner together?" “Okay… huh? Eat… dinner? Me? With us?!” (Wife said to have dinner together? Right? Right?!) (Wife wants to have dinner by candlelight with me!!!) “Don't want to?” – I raised my eyebrows and looked straight into his eyes. "Want!!" – he replied immediately, his voice seemed to escape his throat. "Um. Goodbye." – I pulled my suitcase away, not daring to turn back. As soon as I sat in the car, I saw the manager looking at me with a resentful face as if she wanted to stab me with her eyes. “Sorry, made you wait so long.” – I said regretfully. "It's okay~" - she slurred her voice, prolonging the last syllable, "How can it be equal to... a dinner date between two important people~" ...I have a feeling she's about to transform into "Pho Duong Duong". As soon as I entered the house, before I could change my shoes, WeChat messages came pouring in: Co Du: 【Teacher Le, where are we going to eat on the weekend?】 【Is it breakfast, lunch… or dinner?】 【After eating… can we go for a walk together?】 【Does Teacher Le have any schedules these days?】 【Sorry… am I bothering you too much? no?】 I looked at the dense series of messages, laughed softly, then patiently answered each one. For some reason, I found that... I was becoming more and more soft-hearted towards him: Le Du: 【Pham Cach Tieu Tru Restaurant.】 【Eat anytime, it's up to you.】 【If you're willing to carry your things, you can go for a walk.】 【Lately… want to have a little love.】 【Don't mind, I like it.】 On the other side, Co Du didn't text back anymore. But in my head... his voice rang out non-stop, each sentence so loud that it made my ears hot: (My wife said... she likes me! She likes me! The wife I like likes me!!) (My wife wants to have sex with me! Oh my god, my wife wants to love me!!!) (What should I do now?! Confess right away, or wait until the weekend, after dinner, to confess?) ...This "mind reading ability", can you set it to silent mode?! He sat pondering and tossing and turning for half an hour, then finally sent a text message: Co Du: 【I... like you too.】 I looked at the screen, raised the corner of my lips, and typed again: Le Du: 【I know.】 He didn't say anything more, but in the middle of the night alone, my mind went crazy, causing me to be so noisy that I couldn't sleep. The next morning, looking in the mirror, the dark circles under my eyes were so dark that they were as black as a panda, making the manager pale in fear: "Oh my god, my little ancestor! How did it become like this?! No matter how beautiful my skin is, I can't stand this kind of torture!" I... of course can't tell the truth, that I was tortured all night just because I heard Co Du constantly wondering what clothes I should wear. “Nothing, I just had trouble sleeping last night.” – I replied casually. At noon, I took a long nap, then applied a thick layer of concealer before going to film a diamond advertisement. The busy days passed very quickly, and in an instant it was the weekend. The strange thing is... these past few days, I no longer hear Co Du's heart.