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Chapter 152: 152: Like or Dislike (2)

“I’ve seen you before.”

This time, it was a decisive statement.

If Wu Di hadn’t intentionally quickened his pace to intercept her and block her path, Xia Siyu wouldn’t even want to give him a glance.

Xia Siyu looked up at the sky. Was it because she had been more restrained lately that everyone seemed to think she was more emotive?

And this Wu Di guy, he had turned off his own microphone. Did he not want outsiders to hear what she said?

She smiled directly, “I’m not like you, I’m very famous. And I’ve been famous for six years. As long as you’ve been in the Chinese-speaking circle for these six years, you must have seen me.”

Wu Di r s face stiffened. Indeed, as a rich second-generation, he certainly had a background, but Xia Siyu relied on her own strength. So what if you’re a tycoon’s son? The wealth that falls from the sky isn’t earned by you. But Xia Siyu is on fire, she is famous, all on her own confidence!

“I’m talking about the time in college.” Xia Siyu asked, “Which college did you go to?”

“Dance Academy.”

Xia Siyu made an “oh” sound, “Then we probably haven’t met.”

Wu Di added another sentence, “But I’ve been to N University. Bo Yan studied there and also taught there.”

Xia Siyu made another “oh” sound, very naturally flaunting her own beauty, “I’ve been the campus belle since I was young. It’s not strange that you know about me.”

“But your name and your face remind me of someone familiar, Xia Family’s young lady Xia Sicai…” Wu Di caught up again, wanting to ask something else, just as the door to another bedroom opened and out came Li Yiru. As she stepped out, her eyes rolled around Xia Siyu and Wu Di for a second, then with a laugh, she said, “Yo, how come you two are hitting it off in the corridor?”

The phrase “hitting it off” was indeed quite useful, especially appropriate in this scenario.

Xia Siyu definitely didn’t want to hit it off with Wu Di. She immediately distanced herself, “l don’t know any friends from the Dance Academy.”

Speaking of the Dance Academy, it had to be Fei’er. Li Yiru dragged Shang Feifei into it too. Naturally aware of the tricky waters here, Shang Feifei didn’t continue the topic, “Is that so? I’m from the Dance Academys affiliated high school. I went to the Film Academy in college, were you also from the affiliated high school?”

Clearly Wu Di was not, she and Shang Feifei were only a year apart. They both lived in the same dormitory building; if she were, Shang Feifei would definitely know.

While a few of them chatted, Xia Siyu quickly took the opportunity to leave, and just as Zhou Weiwei also came out, they went downstairs together.

Downstairs, as usual, it was Bo Yan who was taking ca_re of the kitchen. Xia Siyu had bought a dozen pounds of chicken feet yesterday, and he had braised them all at once. The delicious aroma filled the air downstairs, and not just for them, even the Samoyed next door drooled at the door.

Wang Zisu said with a worried face, “Bro Bo, I heard you’re leaving for a while tomorrow. How many days will you be gone? Even though you’ve cooked all these chicken feet for us, we still have to cook the other dishes ourselves. Once you leave, who will feed us? Everyone knows that the food the rest of us makes is inedible, it’s toxic.’

Xia Siyu tugged at Wang Zisu’s sleeve and turned off both their microphones to quietly ask, “Tell me, if you’re always staring at a woman, and there’s no food stuck in her teeth, you don’t like her, but you don’t hate her either, what kind of situation is that?”

What kind of situation? Wang Zisu thought about it for a long time, “Then she must be my mom.”

Xia Siyu: