sinovels Chapter 79 Jealousy
Chapter 79 Jealousy
"Language is a tool for human communication, and it should not become a shackle that restricts the expression of thoughts and emotions. Only by speaking bravely can one truly master a language."
This is how Jung Do-hoon encouraged Seol-yoon, and gradually, under his guidance, the girl began to try to piece together her limited vocabulary into sentences, talking about her hobbies and habits in life—
She can cook cookies, enjoys playing games, likes being alone, and her favorite way to relax is to sleep.
They were all very trivial and ordinary topics. If they were to talk in Korean, Seol-yoon felt that she would not be able to discuss these things with Jung Do-hoon.
But tonight, under the guise of "practicing spoken language," I can show my true self to Jung Do-hoon.
He is a good listener and is good at guiding Xueyun to be more proactive in expressing herself.
"This is a good start. It's getting late, so why don't we call it a day?" Zheng Daoxun glanced at the time and then added, "Go back and get some rest."
Xueyun then realized that time had slipped away unnoticed during their halting conversation.
The video call lasted a total of 37 minutes and 12 seconds.
The girl belatedly realized that chatting could be such a fun thing.
The only downside tonight was that she didn't get to know Zheng Daoxun much better.
What are his hobbies and lifestyle habits?
"Never mind, I'll have another chance to find out next time," the girl thought to herself as she strolled towards her apartment.
At this time, apart from Bae Jinsol, who was still waiting in line to take a shower, who was in the living room, Bae Jinsol went up to Seol Yoon, who was returning late with a big smile, and asked her with concern:
"Yoona, where have you been?"
"Huh? I... I found a foreign language tutor online and practiced my spoken English outside for a while." Xueyun subconsciously lied and winked at Pei Zhenlu, who seemed not to believe her explanation.
"I thought you were secretly dating someone, this is absolutely unacceptable!"
"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Xueyun chuckled, changed into slippers, and sprawled out on the sofa, picking up her phone to continue browsing Duolingo.
Jealous?
Pei Zhenshu was stunned for a moment. Had Xue Lun'e suddenly become enlightened? How did she understand this kind of slightly romantic joke?
"Why would I be jealous? I'm just worried you'll be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives." Pei Zhenlu walked over with some floral water and sprayed it on Xueyun's thigh. "Aren't you itchy at all?"
"Huh?" Xueyun then noticed two mosquito bites on her thigh. No wonder she felt itchy when she came back; that's why...
"Maybe I was too engrossed in studying, oh dear..."
She showed Pei Zhenlu her phone usage time: 3 hours and 15 minutes on Popo, 1 hour and 7 minutes on Duolingo, and 1 hour on Kakao.
"I am really learning Spanish."
Why are you suddenly so interested in learning Spanish?
"I think the company's approach is correct. Spanish is a huge untapped market, and the overall risk of entering it is not that high. Learning Spanish well will help us expand into overseas markets..."
These were things that Xueyun had unconsciously jotted down while chatting with Zheng Daoxun, and now she was giving them to Pei Zhenlu without any changes, leaving him completely stunned.
"What's with this sudden change in your official tone?"
"Uh... isn't that what the minister said?"
"Really? I don't remember."
At this moment, Wu Haiyuan walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, her originally fair skin slightly flushed from the hot bath: "Jin-sol, it's your turn."
Bae Jin-sol glanced at Seol-yoon, who was grinning foolishly at her phone, and stopped worrying about it.
[Dohoon, the scribe: Are you home yet?]
Xueyun didn't reply immediately, but instead switched to the contact interface and performed a series of operations.
I'm back now. I just lay down on the sofa, waiting to take a shower. After that, I'll go to bed.
[Dohoon Oppa: Yeah, then I'm relieved.]
Zheng Daoxun put down his phone and glanced at Ya Xian, who was lounging on his bed.
"Are you planning to sleep in my room?"
This girl now enters and leaves Zheng Daoxun's room without his permission at all.
Ya Xian, wearing a nightgown, rolled over onto her side, her long, black hair spread messily across the bed. She ignored Zheng Daoxun, engrossed in playing on her phone.
Zheng Daoxun brushed aside her hair and gently pinched Ya Xian's covered cheek:
"I'm talking to you."
"Busy man, how come you have time to talk to me?" Ya Xian finally spared a glance at Zheng Daoxun out of the corner of her eye, then pulled the blanket over herself.
It was just a chat with Xueyun about JYP's plans for the Spanish-speaking market. Was it really necessary?
Zheng Daoxun smiled helplessly, picked up the medicine bottle, and grabbed Ya Xian's ankle:
"Okay, I'll spray the medicine for you now."
Ya Xian wanted to kick him, but in the end she only moved symbolically and finally landed lightly on his thigh.
"Are you chatting with Fang Zhiwen? How's the latest issue of 'RUNext'?" Zheng Daoxun gently massaged Ya Xian's ankle. He had learned two ankle massage techniques, one from Huang Lizhi and the other from Bae Xiuzhi.
But perhaps it's all because of what JYP taught them; there's not much difference.
"Not ideal. Relying solely on fan votes is useless; we also need to consider the mentors' choices."
"Then what's the point of voting? The company can just debut whoever they want."
"That's right."
"The medicine is sprayed on, shouldn't you go back to your room to sleep?" Zheng Daoxun picked up a tissue to wipe his hands, but Ya Xian's feet were still on his thighs, not moving an inch.
Helpless, Zheng Daoxun tried tickling the soles of her feet. The girl's toes curled slightly, but there was no reaction.
She's not ticklish at all!
"Zheng Yaxian..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's time to go back to my room and sleep."
"..."
Zheng Daoxun rubbed his temples with his other clean hand, and seeing Ya Xian lying there pretending to be dead again, he could only sigh, and then—
He picked Ya Xian up in his arms.
"ah!"
Ya Xian had no choice but to reach out and grab Zheng Daoxun's neck, looking at him with some surprise: "What are you doing?"
"We'll take you back to your room."
"Men and women should not touch each other!" Ya-Hsien said in Chinese.
"Don't give me that crap." Jung Do-hoon also switched to Chinese. "When you were loitering in my room, you didn't care about this either."
"snort!"
Ya Xian was placed on her bed in her own room by Zheng Daoxun. Zheng Daoxun lifted the quilt to cover her entire body, leaving only a gap. Ya Xian watched Zheng Daoxun close the door and leave the room.
The thought of Zheng Daoxun and Xueyun chatting happily for half an hour while leaving her standing there made her feel a pang of jealousy.
Who's the younger sister anyway? She's still patiently teaching Xueyun grammar, reminiscing about the old days...
If she hadn't argued with Zheng Daoxun, Ya Xian wouldn't have been able to learn Chinese so quickly.
So annoying.