The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 526: Chapter 525: From Young to Old (1)

The car stopped before entering the campus, as Bo Yan and Xia Siyu had to go in separately; they definitely couldn’t let teachers and classmates see them arriving in the same car.

When Bo Yan opened the partition and got out, Wei Jingjing and Little Tang could see that this guy’s face was scratched up, courtesy of Xia Siyu—trails of marks all over. His shirt collar was also damaged, frayed at the seams, with the buttons missing, probably lost beyond hope of finding them. Even if they were found, it would be too late to sew them back on with school starting imminently.

Bo Yan, for his part, seemed in good spirits. Despite being clawed up, he maintained a calm expression, and even nodded with a smile when getting out of the car.

Wei Jingjing and Little Tang, the spineless sycophants, nodded back at him.

Xia Siyu was infuriated by the sight and couldn’t help punching the car seat. “You see him bullying me and you don’t lift a finger to help? Whose assistants are you?”

Little Tang quickly looked down. “Sister Xia, I need to drive.”

Wei Jingjing quickly admitted her mistake. “Sister Xia, I’m in the passenger seat, I can’t get over.”

In their minds, they were thinking, why interrupt the lovebirds’ sweet quarrel—only a fool would do that.

Song Fengzhi, on the other hand, bristled with indignation when he heard Xia Siyu scolding his Brother Yan. After all, Bo Yan was a top star with countless admirers; Xia Siyu was lucky to be the object of his affections, yet she had the nerve to boss him around, to hit and scold him no less.

Looking up, Bo Yan seemed impassive, yet his brows were relaxed and the corners of his eyes slightly lifted—it was clear he was in high spirits. After getting into the car, he changed into a T-shirt and called for the makeup artist. The artist, accustomed to covering up his scratches, had the concealer ready without needing any instructions from Bo Yan.

Darn, one willing to hit, the other willing to be hit. He even began to wonder if their Brother Yan might be a masochist. Disdainful of the sycophants wooing him, he preferred to do the wooing himself. A little less berating would move him to tears.

Though their behavior outside of school might have been morose, once they entered the campus, both Xia Siyu and Bo Yan became dignified.

This time it wasn’t for a photo op—neither Xia Siyu nor Bo Yan wanted to issue a press release about it, nor did they want to use this event to shape their public personas. They hadn’t even disclosed the source of the donation to the school, just that they wanted to donate supplies, emphasizing not to disturb the students’ studies or cause any fuss, and certainly not to expect any sort of reception. They didn’t even mention who the donor was.

By the time they arrived at the scene, the principal was out dealing with other matters, so only the head teacher was sent to liaise. Xia Siyu and Bo Yan didn’t come out, leaving Wei Jingjing and Song Fengzhi to get out of the car and interact first.

The school probably assumed the donation of materials was from Wei Jingjing and Song Fengzhi, and the head teacher accompanied them accordingly.

The car drove straight to the library, where they wore hats and were probably mistaken for staff, as no one paid much attention. The librarian, a retired teacher volunteering his time, likely didn’t watch many films and didn’t recognize them. As Bo Yan stepped out, he simply asked, “How do you need these organized, or should we first store them?”

The teacher, with thick glasses, shook his head, “Just stack them over there for now. We don’t have such strict entry procedures. Thank you so much.”

“No trouble at all.” Not just Bo Yan, but Xia Siyu also helped him move the supplies. Bo Yan protested, “Your health isn’t great, better go rest.”

Xia Siyu gave him a scornful look and ignored his suggestion, continuing to move books.