Anchor Effect - Chapter 12.1: Are you crazy?

In the human mind, various thoughts were constantly being generated, some of which, after careful consideration, could be spoken without any burden, but most were random, nonsensical, or even dark, not suitable to be heard by others.

Ye Yuchen swore that his message was just a spontaneous reaction to the absurd situation at the moment and he didn't really want to complain to Yu Xiu.

After all, when any employee hears the word "you are really annoying," they wouldn't believe it came from the composed Teacher Ye's mouth.

In fact, if he hadn't been certain that this message couldn't be sent, Ye Yuchen wouldn't have typed his soliloquy into the chat box.

Now it was too late to retract the message, and Yu Xiu had seen his uncharacteristic inner monologue. To avoid embarrassment, he can only pretend that nothing has happened.

"You all can chat at your own pace." Ye Yuchen turned around with a calm expression and walked in the direction of the villa. "I have something to attend to."

In this private estate, no one dared to stop Ye Yuchen's way. However, he overlooked the uncertain factor of Yu Xiu. Just as he took a step, Yu Xiu grabbed his wrist.

Yu Xiu put away his phone with his other hand and, with his hand in his pocket, looked at Ye Yuchen and asked, "Where do I appear dislikable?"

Asking the same question twice in a row had the air of getting to the bottom of things.

Ye Yuchen furrowed his brow and whispered, "Let go of me."

"Screenwriter Xie," Yu Xiu suddenly looked at Ye Yuchen and called out, causing Ye Yuchen's heart to skip a beat.

"I'll take him back to the villa," Yu Xiu turned his head and continued to speak to Zhou Quan, "Please wait for me."

"I didn't ask you to escort me," Ye Yuchen twisted his wrist in an attempt to break free from Yu Xiu's grip, but it was in vain.

Yu Xiu held onto him tightly, exerting an almost unbearable force, and his fingers were almost digging into Ye Yuchen's flesh.

The observation platform wasn't far from the villa, and in no time, Yu Xiu had pulled Ye Yuchen into the living room on the first floor.

Ye Yuchen's wrist finally regained its freedom, but it bore several red marks.

He rubbed his wrist, sat down on the sofa to relieve the strain on his back, and still furrowed his brow as he asked, "Do you think it's okay to pretend as if screenwriter Xie doesn't exist?"

"Where do you see three people chatting, and two of them just abandon the third in the middle of it?"

"I have something to ask you." Yu Xiu didn't sit down; he stood by the sofa, looking down at Ye Yuchen. "Do you often send me WeChat messages?"

"No," Ye Yuchen said coldly. There was no way he would admit to something so embarrassing.

To make his statement more believable, Ye Yuchen didn't wait for Yu Xiu to respond and asked, "When did you remove me from your blacklist?"

The awards ceremony was not long ago, and they were still in a blocked status at that time, so Ye Yuchen knew it must have been recent.

"I removed you from the blacklist a long time ago," Yu Xiu looked directly at Ye Yuchen. "It's been a few years."

Liar.

Yu Xiu was clearly trying to trick Ye Yuchen. If Ye Yuchen exposed Yu Xiu's lie, it would reveal that he indeed frequently messaged Yu Xiu, or else he wouldn't know he had been on the blacklist.

"Is that so?" Ye Yuchen didn't fall for it and said calmly, "If that's the case, why didn't you send me a message at all?"

"It's more about you," Yu Xiu didn't answer directly but countered, "What did you mean by sending me a message just now?"

The topic had circled back, and Ye Yuchen couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

Over the years, he had occasionally sent messages to Yu Xiu, not because of longing or missing him, or harboring any illusions about whether Yu Xiu had removed him from the blacklist.

He knew Yu Xiu too well; once Yu Xiu made up his mind, he wouldn't turn back. So he never expected to maintain contact with Yu Xiu through WeChat; he simply used the chatbox as a form of expression.

When the flowers he nurtured withered, he reflected on his neglect; when a rainbow appeared after a storm, he took a photo of it as a memento.

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