You're Beautiful When You Smile - Chapter 73 Part 1

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.



You’re Beautiful When You Smile
Chapter 73 Part 1

[The rounded fat: Why did I have to see it?]

[The rounded fat: Why is it me again?]

[The rounded fat: I only get up early less than 5 days out of the 365 days in the year. Why do you have to choose those days to burn my eyes-- --...................................Wait a minute… maybe you’re just like this everyday……………………………………]

[The rounded fat: I’m going to call the police.]

The cell phone kept ringing in Tong Yao’s hand and she watched the string of messages grow further and further distorted. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore, threw the cell phone down, and pulled the hand on her head to the side-- --

In his dream, Lu Sicheng dreamt a sinister looking woman ghost was dragging him by the hand onto some railway tracks. Startled, he violently turned his hand and gripped the chilly ghost hand-- --At the same time, he woke up from his dream and opened his eyes wide. The first thing he saw was a big cat staring at him on the coffee table with its big bright eyes, then he noticed who the hand he had firmly grasped belonged to……

It was the hand of his team’s mid.

She was using one of her hands to support herself on the edge of the couch. Her body was tilting to one side and her hair was in a mess, as if she had just been mistreated somehow. Her wrist was firmly encompassed by his hand; her fair skin was turning red in the shape of fingers-- --

Tong Yao leaned forward, closing the distance between the two.

Lu Sicheng: “......”

Lu Sicheng: “Hey, whoa!”

There was a rare panicked expression on Lu Sicheng’s normally expressionless handsome face. In great alarm, he threw her wrist away and jumped up into the corner of the couch as if he was freaking out.

Tong Yao: “? ? ? ? ? ? “

Lu Sicheng: “What are you doing? What are doing getting this close when someone is sleeping?”

Tong Yao lifted her hand up to check the red marks on her wrist, then took a glance at her captain who was acting as if he had just been violated…… She suppressed the urge to give him a good slap on his face and pointed upstairs while speaking with a stone face: “This morning, I came down to check to see if my cat was still alive……”

Lu Sicheng’s dark brown pupils slightly tightened, but acted as if he didn’t trust her: “Why do you need to check to see whether your cat is alive or not? What kind of excuse is that? How can a healthy cat die suddenly?”

Tong Yao nodded and thought maybe she hadn’t explained herself clearly, so she added: “Oh. I came down this morning to check to see if my cat had been strangled to death and was about to be flushed down the toilet-- --”

Lu Sicheng: “......”

Tong Yao: “Then I found out that you had fallen asleep while still queue for a ranked game. Your stream was also on for several hours; the stream was full of questions marks and fans who were playing card games to pass the time. I turned it all off for you-- --Then based on my kindheartedness, I was afraid that you would catch a cold and found a blanket for you.”

Tong Yao pointed to the blanket on Lu Sicheng’s knees.

Tong Yao: “As I was putting the blanket on you, you pushed my face onto your tummy.”

Tong Yao pointed her own head: “And messed up my hair.”

Lu Sicheng: “How is that possible?”

Tong Yao: “You thought I was Dabing.”

Lu Sicheng: “......How could-- --”

Tong Yao: “Finally, the ending is that Little Fatty happened to see it.”

Tong Yao picked up Lu Sicheng’s cell phone and threw it at him-- --He caught it and checked his WeChat. His facial expression changed from being at a loss to surprise, before he calmed down again. Tong Yao looked at him with a serious look on her face. Lu Sicheng dialed a number on his phone. The phone rang a couple of times before the other side picked up. Lu Sicheng said: “Hello, Little Fatty? You’re mistaken, we didn’t do anything-- --Who would do that in the living room? You don’t have a brain, but I do.”

He hung up right afterwards.

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.