Chapter 6: Ye Yan Collects Junk?

After the lunch break, the director’s team discussed the matter for the entire afternoon, and decided that Ye Yan should be made to do something. 

If Ye Yan doesn’t cause any trouble, how can they get any attention at all? 

If Ye Yan doesn’t cause any trouble, how can her haters possibly follow her in variety shows?

………

Ye Yan took a short nap at noon, then washed her face and came out. 

The camera zoomed in right on her. At that moment, Ye Yan was still a bit dazed. Her confused expression, along with her flawless face and water droplets on it, gave her an air of leisurely grace, like a lotus blooming from clear water. It was truly a sight worthy of being called a creation of the Creator’s favor.

The director gave one of the crew members a wink. 

Ye Yan saw a staff member running over in a hurry. 

“Teacher Ye, I noticed you rode the tricycle quite skillfully this morning. Look, our production team has got a used one for you. You don’t need to pay anything. Why not take a look?” 

Ye Yan’s eyes lit up instantly. Tricycle?

That’s great!

Riding a tricycle across the fields must be so much fun! 

“Let’s go! Show me around!” 

Ye Yan’s little steps were incredibly lively and cheerful. 

When she saw it, she was completely stunned. 

What second-hand stuff? 

With those three wheels, one of them was flat. The entire frame was covered in rust. One of the handlebars was missing, and the seat was in tatters. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the production team had dragged that junk out of a scrap yard just to trick Ye Yan!

“You guys!” Ye Yan frowned slightly, her lips pressed together as she spoke. 

Here she comes! The crew watched Ye Yan with frowning brows. The camera and all the equipment were ready. All they needed now was for Ye Yan to act up, make a scene, or start yelling.

Directors A, B, and C all lit up with excitement, ready for Ye Yan to start scolding them! 

Then Ye Yan said, “Your taste is really poor. This used car is in such poor condition. Still, you managed to find it. I have to say, your production team is really amazing.”

[!!! A cow?]

[Why isn’t Ye Yan playing by the rules?]

 Then Ye Yan continued, “How much did you three spend to buy this?” Ye Yan’s gaze shifted, fixing directly on the film crew.

 “3… 300 yuan.” The director team raised three fingers tremulously. 

“Too expensive!”

“This broken car is only worth something as scrap metal. It seems like the battery and other components are also ruined. At most, it’s worth 170.” 

Ye Yan shook her head, acting all experienced. She pinched the tire, walked around the bike a few times, and kicked the wheel. “This tire is the only one that’s in good condition. It can be sold for forty yuan.” 

??? It seems like Ye Yan is completely right. After hearing what Ye Yan said, the film crew felt like they’d been cheated.

“And besides, this can’t even be ridden. The tires are all punctured. Has the tricycle turned into a bicycle?” Ye Yan frowned and rubbed her chin as she spoke. 

The director’s team thought to themselves, “We never intended for you to actually ride that thing. We just wanted to provoke you and get you to make a scene.” 

“Find someone to fix it. Once fixed, it’ll be usable again.” 

Huh? Everyone was stunned. With such a crappy bike, how could Ye Yan even think of riding it? 

The black fans went absolutely crazy:

[Weren’t she the one who never drove luxury cars before? Now she wants to ride this crappy car instead!]

[I still remember that last month, the trending topic was about Ye Yan driving her luxury car straight into a ditch. She said something like, “This car isn’t meant for me. How could I possibly like such a crappy car?”]

[Did you notice? Ye Yan seems to know her stuff really well! She knows exactly how much each tire costs. I hope she isn’t going to disappear during this time to collect scrap metal!]

[Maybe she really went to collect junk after all!]

……

Ye Yan didn’t realize that, in the eyes of haters, her expertise was merely the result of collecting junk over time. 

The crew is trying to get someone to fix the bike. After all, seeing Ye Yan’s serious expression, it’s clear she really wants to ride it!

Ye Yan wasn’t in a hurry either. She just lay back in the rocking chair nearby, waiting. The old chair kept rocking back and forth~.

At noon, the sunlight filtered through the tree branches. Some playful rays of light danced across Ye Yan’s face. Her lazy demeanor constantly captured everyone’s attention. 

Just awakened, Chen Jinseng stared at the portrait of the beautiful woman. Walking back and forth with an air of nobility, he headed toward Ye Yan. 

The next moment, everyone was stunned. Chen Jinseng picked up the fan on the table, knelt down beside Ye Yan obediently, with a gentle smile on his lips, fanning Ye Yan.

Huh? Ye Yan was puzzled. When she opened her eyes, she saw the young man’s bright smile, like a snow lotus on a snowy mountain—something beautiful to behold from afar, but not something to be touched or messed with. 

“Sis~ Do you sleep here at noon?” 

Chen Jinseng thought that Ye Yan was sleeping here at noon. He had already planned to discuss it with the production team and get an old-fashioned armchair to be placed beside her. Wouldn’t that be the same as sharing a bed?

“No, the production team said there would be tricycles to ride on. They asked me to come and take a look.” 

Ye Yan waved her hand to explain. 

Chen Jinseng followed Ye Yan’s line of sight and saw the tricycle that was so worn out it could have been taken straight to the junkyard. 

Chen Jinseng: …… 

Can this broken bike even be ridden? 

He must have fallen straight into the ditch while riding!

“Sis, can this bike really be ridden?” Chen Jinseng’s eyes showed exasperation. Clearly, the production team was trying to pull a stunt! 

“Uh… it should be rideable after fixing it up.” Ye Yan wasn’t entirely sure either.

………

The mechanic arrived half an hour later. After taking a look at the broken car, he simply waved his hand and said, “What’s the point of fixing this car? The money spent on repairs could be used to buy a new one. Just give up on fixing it.” 

The director was completely embarrassed now. They gave people a bike that couldn’t be repaired. If anyone didn’t know the truth, they’d think the production team was bankrupt. 

So, a few hours later, Ye Yan saw a brand-new tricycle. 

Ye Yan, excitedly, took Chen Jinseng out for a walk.

“Let’s go, sister will take you for a walk.” 

Chen Jinseng’s lips twitched. The fear of car sickness was still vivid in his mind. But he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to be close to Ye Yan. 

“Okay~” 

Chen Jinseng sat obediently beside Ye Yan. Ye Yan glanced at Chen Jinseng’s well-behaved, elementary-school-student-like posture and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

She just loves children who are well-behaved like this. 

She picked up the straw hat and put it on Chen Jinseng, worried that he might get sunburned. Then she took out two lollipops from her pocket, gave one to Chen Jinseng, and popped the other into her own mouth. 

It looked like an old man with a cigarette in his mouth, accompanied by his grandson, who was a primary school student.

………

[Why do I find the art style of this derivative couple kinda strange? It’s like an old man with his grandson.]

[Ugh, why does Ye Yan seem so cool? With a lollipop in her mouth, she acts like some kind of boss.]

[BGM starts~Waves crash~Rivers flow on endlessly~The great brother is truly majestic!]

[Cheering for the big shot! That’s the right vibe! It feels like we’re riding through Shanghai with that classic “three-bump” ride.]

………

Qiao Anran looked at Ye Yan and Chen Jinseng, whose styles resembled something out of a creepy manga, and wondered if her eyes were playing her tricks. 

Originally, Qiao Anran didn’t want to come to this event. But since Ye Yan was there, she felt curious about her “rival for life,” so she decided to attend after all. 

And that’s it…? 

Showing these to myself? What kind of idiot am I? 

Two idiots riding around on a tricycle, having fun for no reason?

“Screech—” The sound of wheels scraping against the ground suddenly filled the air. 

Ye Yan parked the tricycle in front of Qiao Anran, looking at her with a smile. 

“Wanna get in the car? Jimei~(sister)” 

Ye Yan could tell right away that Qiao Anran was still carrying her suitcase. It was clear she was a guest, and moreover, a last-minute guest. So Ye Yan invited her to ride in her small tricycle.