Chapter 358 - 358: Si Fuqing Really Knows Su Yang?! (1)

Chapter 358 - 358: Si Fuqing Really Knows Su Yang?! (1)

Translator: _Min_

The surroundings fell silent.

Everyone turned their attention towards them, and the camera operators seemed bewildered.

While still petting Little Bai, Si Fuqing slowly lifted her head, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly.

As Su Yang spoke, the live comments initially froze, then exploded.

[Whoa, what?]

[Think about it, ‘I’ve never seen you wear that before.’ Doesn’t that imply a level of familiarity?]

[Forget ‘think about it,’ just Su Yang initiating conversation is a win for Si

Fuqing. When have you ever seen such a reserved person take the initiative?]

“Little Su and Fuqing know each other?” Yuan Heping was the first to recover, touching his head awkwardly. “You two greeted each other so formally, I thought it was your first meeting.”

Su Yang received a murderous glare from Si Fuqing.

He politely smiled, “A little over a year ago, while traveling abroad, I met Miss Si working in a bar. I admired her talent. Little did I know she would later become the dance mentor for Youth With You.’ This coincidence is even more surprising.”

Si Fuqing also hummed in agreement, “I was poor back then, so I had to work at the bar. I guess I was quite lucky.”

“So that’s how it is,” Yuan Heping slapped his chest. “You had me scared there.”

Su Yang’s inquisitive gaze fell again on her wrist.

Soon, Si Fuqing’s fan base grew by several hundred thousand.

Qi Shuning clenched her hand around a biscuit, feeling a tightness in her chest that she couldn’t express.

She had thought that among the guests, she was the most familiar with Su Yang.

She had hoped to use this opportunity for further interaction with him, perhaps even inviting him to her show.

But who would have thought Si Fuqing and Su Yang knew each other beforehand?

Qi Shuning took a deep breath.

Why is she always overshadowed by Si Fuqing?

It is utterly baffling.

Yet, Si Fuqing seemed to hog all the camera time.

She needed a plan. She couldn’t just sit idly by.

After all the supplies were distributed, the guests, weary from their battle of wits with the forest guardians, sat down to rest. Su Yang naturally chose a spot beside Si Fuqing, with Ning Luoyao on the other side.

Xu Jianian hesitated, then sat elsewhere.

Cooking was a vital part of survival. Ning Luoyao was making porridge with fresh goose liver, filling the air with a tantalizing aroma.

Si Fuqing bit into a pancake and whispered so only Su Yang could hear, “You really are cunning. Luckily, you’re a singer-songwvriter, good at spinning tales. You didn’t cause me trouble this time, so I’ll let you off.”

Su Yang: ‘