The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1700 - 1692: Courage (Part 1)

He meticulously prepared a long list of lines, intending to confess to Shang Feifei.

Although he couldn’t match Bo Yan’s natural brilliance, he was, after all, a proper graduate of the Literature Department at N University. Writing a love poem or whispering sweet nothings was as easy as eating or breathing.

He had also appeared on shows before, performing quite well on the first season of a romance variety show, and had never really experienced stage fright. In those shows, he was always playful and lively.

But perhaps because those performances were all scripted, he was aware there were cameras on him. Though interactions with Shang Feifei, Bo Yan, and others seemed natural, it involved an element of acting, and making a mistake or two didn’t matter.

But now it’s different. What he had written wasn’t a script he had to perform; it was his genuine feelings. Using flowery language, beautiful parallels, and allusions, it seemed no words could fully express his current emotions.

But due to nerves or perhaps the complexity of the text, the result was that he forgot his lines.

And it was the kind of complete mind blank. Even as he tried hard to recall, sweat instantly streamed down his face from anxiety, but he still couldn’t remember.

Especially with so many people in the audience, even though today’s attendees weren’t many, there were still thousands. Thousands of eyes were on him, and Shang Feifei stood in the front row, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

The more nervous he got, the faster he forgot, making him even question his own identity: Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to say?

A prolonged pause had indeed surprised the onlookers below. Initially silent, they gradually began to chatter. As the murmurs grew louder, even Han Yifan on stage could sense the discussions below. The more they whispered... the more nervous he became. Already warm from wearing thick costumes in the scorching heat, his nervousness made him sweat even more.

Shang Feifei had probably guessed his situation, but with the performance still ongoing, if he stayed blank any longer... She looked down to find the cameraman: "Perhaps there’s a stage mishap. Should I go up and cover for him?"

The cameraman nodded and immediately contacted the show’s director to negotiate with the stage director at the park. Covering was a pretense; she didn’t want to see Han Yifan foolishly standing there, subject to the scrutiny and gossip of countless spectators. She had experienced that mind-blanking sensation before; it was indeed embarrassing.

However, the first to lose patience was the impatient Xia Siyu.

She was still playing Snow White, lying there with her eyes closed. Xia Siyu was famously hyperactive, feeling as if her back was on fire and unable to stay still for a moment. Especially in this hot weather, the costume was very warm, right? Although her makeup was waterproof and wouldn’t smudge, it was hot. She could almost feel the sweat trickling down to her eyelashes, itching.

Still, she was very professional. Despite it being just a children’s theater, despite it not being her task initially, she had promised Han Yifan, so she had to perform well. Since Han Yifan hadn’t finished his lines, she couldn’t move.

Most importantly, before Han Yifan completed his lines, Bo Yan was still beside her. Although she had her eyes closed, she could feel Bo Yan leaning beside her "crystal coffin," continuously looking at her. His breathing was steady, seemingly without any trace of impatience. In her mind, Xia Siyu thought, damn it, Bo Yan didn’t need to close his eyes and was facing away from the audience, so even if he made faces, no one outside could see it or be affected by it.

Annoying, he fooled everyone again. Externally she lay there quietly and motionlessly, but the hands folded across her chest slowly clenched into fists. Though her expression remained professionally neutral, Bo Yan, so close, could clearly see her molars slightly clenched.

Why, she didn’t know, seeing her unable to stand him yet unable to do anything about it, Bo Yan really wanted to laugh.

His laughter was quiet, and even though they both wore earpieces, his laughter didn’t transmit, and the audience couldn’t hear. But the audience not hearing, Xia Siyu heard clearly, and it made her even angrier.

With others, she didn’t care, but this person was Bo Yan. Her unfinished matters with him still remained today. Bo Yan better hope Han Yifan could keep dragging on, otherwise, once backstage, she would definitely deal with him!

There, Han Yifan finally spoke. The spotlight hit him, seemingly creating a barrier isolating him from everything around, with him floating in the air, forgetting everything.

But due to extreme nervousness, his opening line was: "I am just a joker..."

It should have been "Dwarf," but for some reason, he said "Joker." Instantly, the originally waiting audience burst into laughter.

He became more anxious, looked offstage, and saw Shang Feifei neither embarrassed nor disgusted, but rather deeply concerned. She was talking to someone beside her, and he recognized the person talking to Shang Feifei was the troupe leader of this children’s theater, seeming like Shang Feifei was about to come up and cover for him.

In that instant, it was as if a flash of light illuminated his mind, and he started speaking: "Yes, I am a joker. I am not like some people, gifted with intelligence. I am not like some, outstandingly beautiful. Fairytales belong to Princes and Princesses; perhaps I have a place, but I am just a supporting role cracking jokes below. Ordinary, short, insignificant."

Though he came from a good family, the second son of the Han family, with no worries in life, saying this was somewhat modest, but these were his true feelings. He was always around people better than him. His brother excelled; since childhood, his parents favored and strictly demanded excellence from his brother while indulging and coddling him. Growing up a bit more, he met Bo Yan. In looks, IQ, EQ, Bo Yan surpassed him. Towards his brother or Bo Yan, he never felt resentment or ill-intent, knowing he wouldn’t be the main character of any story, content as a second-generation rich kid indulging in pleasures, not seeking achievement but avoiding failure.

If he came from a more ordinary background, he would be just the most commonplace type of person nobody would notice. No unrealistic fantasies, no ambition of conquering the world, just a desire to meet someone, then live a simple and happy life.

Then he met Shang Feifei. He wasn’t a naive young person in his early twenties. Not foolishly thinking that just feelings could conquer all. Shang Feifei had ability and ambition; frankly, their personalities didn’t match.