If You Are a Dodder Flower

Part 63

Cao Yang was truly busy the last few days.

When he rushed to the show, the first half was nearly over. He made it just in time for Xia Rou's turn.

"Really, it wasn't me! How could I do such a thing?"

"Don't you dare deceive me again! I've seen through you already!"

After that, the lead raised his hand angrily... and gave the evil cannon fodder a slap. Behind the stage a boy held a microphone up to the clap! of another's hands, and a pak! echoed across the stage.

Cooperating with the loud sound, Xia Rou turned her head to the side when Wei Qi's hand fake-slapped her face.

Cao Yang: "..."

He facepalmed. Translated by The Novelst

It was so fake...

He found it funny as he watched the stage. It was indeed a show performed by students. No matter how hard they acted, they were still only a bunch of students.

But fortunately it was fake. Who would dare actually slap Xia Rou? Even if they were just acting, Cao Yang wouldn't let them off easy.

His character had always been like this. He tended to side with the people he cared about. He couldn't bear to see the person he protected suffer at all.

But he could see that Xia Rou was acting with all her being. Although... her acting seemed very fake...

Cao Yang then remembered that he had previously been to the theatre with Wang Man. It was up to his standards. Mm... before this, he didn't know she was interested in this kind of thing. Maybe he could get his hands on some tickets and take her...

After that scene, it was time for intermission. The audience stood up for a bathroom break or to get a drink, so he walked out for a smoke.

Girls who walked past him would throw secretive glances at him. When he smiled back, blushes would overtake their faces.

Standing in the young crowd, Cao Yang couldn't help but remember his young and arrogant self. He exclaimed to himself that time really waited for no man. He looked again at the young girls who were the same age as Xia Rou. A hint of a smile could be seen in his eyes. It gave the young ladies present the wrong signal, causing a few of the brave ones to come up and strike up a conversation with him.

Among them, there was one with a very slim body that fit his taste well. When he asked her grade, he found she was only about 19 or 20. Cao Yang took another draw on his cigarette and still rejected her with a smile. She was disappointed as she left.

If he ate the grass around her burrow, Xia Rou would likely explode. Cao Yang could only regretfully watch the girl walk away, her slim waist swaying.

While he smoked, he overheard a discussion from some students. It looked like one of the reasons that this show was overflowing with people could be credited to Xia Rou.

"The female cannon fodder is so pretty! What major is she from? What year is she? Why haven't I seen her before?"

"Don't you know her? She's a freshman. A new beauty in the Chinese major track."

"She studies Chinese, huh. No wonder her temperament seems so nice!"

Another group of girls gathered to discuss Wei Qi.

"That's the guy from last year, right? I remember him!"

"He's so handsome!"

"Let's go get his signature later!"

"Why not just get his phone number!"

"Hahahhahahaha!"

The corner of Cao Yang's mouth quirked up as he listened. But a sentence stopped him: "Don't you think the male lead and female cannon fodder are more well-matched than the male lead with the female lead?"