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Chapter 83 - 83 83 Its Good-Looking but It Has Nothing to Do
Chapter 83 - 83 83 Its Good-Looking but It Has Nothing to Do
?Chapter 83: Chapter 83 It’s Good-Looking but It Has Nothing to Do with You Chapter 83: Chapter 83 It’s Good-Looking but It Has Nothing to Do with You Luo Ning asked another cameraman to give her the laptop they brought, and then she held it and went to a corner of the cave to start working on it.
Bo Xiangxiang saw Luo Ning’s action and her eyes flickered, wanting to go over and take a look.
But she had only taken a few steps when Ji Xinghang blocked her way, “Luo Ning is doing important work, don’t go over and disturb her.”
Bo Xiangxiang, feeling angry enough to grind her teeth, forced a smile on her face, “I’m just a bit curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, haven’t you heard?” Ji Xinghang raised an eyebrow.
Bo Xiangxiang took a deep breath and said considerately, “If you don’t want me to look, then I won’t.”
“Xinghang, the night before last I ran off to look for help, but I didn’t expect to get lost,” she explained that her leaving that night was not intentional.
Ji Xinghang shook his head, “That’s your business.”
“Please stop calling me Xinghang in the future, we’re not that close.” When he first knew Bo Xiangxiang and she called him that, he actually disliked it internally.
But he couldn’t help but tolerate it, which was very contradictory.
Bo Xiangxiang, biting her lip, looked at him with a wronged expression, “Are you still blaming me? I…”
Before she could finish, Ji Xinghang waved his hand to interrupt her, “I have nothing to say to you; please leave for now.”
“Xinghang, don’t be like this, between us…” Bo Xiangxiang did not want to be misunderstood.
Ji Xinghang interrupted her again, and leaning in a bit said in a low voice, “Bo Xiangxiang, if you don’t want to be blacklisted in the entertainment circle after this reality show ends, then leave now, and in the future, also don’t plan on calling me Xinghang.”
“Otherwise, I don’t mind letting you taste my methods, Yan Qiuping is an example.”
Bo Xiangxiang couldn’t believe Ji Xinghang was actually threatening her.
She felt it shouldn’t be like this, always feeling as if something had completely derailed from its original path.
Looking up and seeing Ji Xinghang’s cold and disgusted gaze, her heart felt as though it had been clawed at and it hurt.
She knew Ji Xinghang was not someone who was soft-hearted. If she couldn’t marry him now, then naturally she couldn’t give up her career in the entertainment circle.
“Let’s both calm down for now, I hope you won’t misunderstand me in the future.” She pursed her lips as she saw he was unmoved, glanced at Luo Ning, who was protected behind him for a moment, and then turned to walk out of the cave.
Luo Ning, always Luo Ning, why does this woman keep haunting her?
Even though she and Ji Xinghang had broken up, why is she still clinging to him? She’s really flirtatious and despicable.
If Luo Ning knew Bo Xiangxiang’s thoughts, she would certainly find it amusing. A playboy female lead with skewed values actually calling her flirtatious, where does she get the confidence?
After Bo Xiangxiang left, Ji Xinghang moved to sit down at a position not far across from Luo Ning, keeping guard to prevent others from disturbing her.
Watching Luo Ning intently cracking the code, he became somewhat mesmerized.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever she focused on something, she was always this way, absorbed, focused, and beautiful.
He pondered how long it had been since he had looked at her like this. It seemed like from the moment their relationship was confirmed, they had grown further and further apart.
He couldn’t help but recall his impatient attitude towards Luo Ning before, and how he often broke promises.
His attitude had nothing to do with Bo Xiangxiang; he just greatly resisted his family constantly making decisions for him, so when his family wanted him to marry Luo Ning, he developed a rebellious and evasive mentality.
Maybe he felt she wouldn’t break up with him, so he acted impatiently, deliberately doing things against his own heart, not knowing that it would hurt her.
Thinking back now, he understood why Luo Ning was so disappointed that she didn’t want him anymore. As his mother had said, it was all his own doing, and it was painful.
After a while, Luo Ning hit the last key and cracked the signal interception on the island, using the laptop to connect to the signal device the cameraman carried.
However, she purposely set it up so that later, only one live streaming device would work, so it wouldn’t be like before, where they would follow each guest for the live broadcast.
After doing all that, she looked up to see Ji Xinghang giving her a look that seemed to mix complicated regret with longing.
She arched an eyebrow, “What are you looking at me for?”
Ji Xinghang brushed aside his previous emotions and flashed a smile, “Because you’re beautiful.”
Luo Ning: “…”
“Do you have a fever?”
Ji Xinghang was actually dishing out sweet nothings? If she couldn’t sense that his soul hadn’t changed, she’d suspect he’d been body-snatched by someone else.
From childhood, whenever Ji Xinghang was nice to her, it always came with a disdainful tone.
For instance, if she didn’t know how to solve a problem and asked him, he would first give her a disdainful look, then say, “How can you be so dumb,” before finally explaining the problem to her.
Of course, no matter how much disdain he showed, he would always help her.
With others, he was more venomous and simply ignored them.
Whether in junior or senior high, if a girl approached Ji Xinghang with an agenda, asking how to solve a problem, he’d either send her to ask the teacher or just send her off fuming.
For example, he’d say to a girl, “You’re bothering me with this kind of question? Is your brain filled with straw?” “Why should I explain this to you? You’re so annoying!” “Move aside, I’m busy.” and so on.
Anyway, he was direct and harsh, but because of his handsome face and cool aura, he became even more attractive to girls, always the school hunk and the target of their pursuits.
Ji Xinghang let out a wry smile, “I’m not running a fever, I really think you’re beautiful.”
Don’t girls on the internet always say they love being complimented on their beauty? Besides, his Ningning was indeed especially beautiful.
Luo Ning gave him a cold look, “Even if I am, it’s none of your business.”
Then she got up to find the cameraman and reconnect to resume the live broadcast.
Hearing those words and watching her back, Ji Xinghang’s eyes dimmed again.
The cameraman was astonished to find that Luo Ning had actually managed to fix the network.
“Teacher Luo, is there anything you can’t do?” Lu Ran looked at Luo Ning with admiration.
Luo Ning curved her lips into a smile, “Are you complimenting me?”
“Of course, I think you’re amazing.” Lu Ran nodded earnestly; Teacher Luo was now his idol.
Looking at Lu Ran’s baby-fat adorned face, Luo Ning smiled as if with a little brother, reaching out to tousle his hair, “Thank you for the praise, little Ranran.”
Lu Ran’s face flushed, “I’m just stating the truth.”
Luo Zeyu and the others all cast envious glances at Lu Ran, wishing Teacher Luo would tousle their hair as well.
Soon, the cameraman had the live broadcast connected.
Then they discovered that the other cameras couldn’t connect to the network, and they could only broadcast from one camera.
So, when the live broadcast began, they first apologetically explained to the viewers that due to poor signal on the Deserted Island, they could only use one camera for now.
[Been squatting here since early morning and the live broadcast hadn’t started; I was worried something had happened. As long as it’s on air, it’s fine, even with just one stream.]
[Right, right, as long as we can watch, we’re satisfied.]
[Though I really wanted to see more of Ningbao and God Lu individually, one live stream is still better than none.]
[Show more of Star Baby, please!]
[Show more of God Lu…]
Since this was on a Deserted Island, everyone could understand the poor signal; they all just asked for more camera time for their favorite stars.