Xia Zhiyi knew that Fu Chi was watching her.
The objective is clear.
Upon realizing this, Xia Zhiyi Zhiyi's first thought wasn't why Fu Chi had suddenly appeared and was staring at her so intently, but rather...
Xia Zhiyi touched the hidden microphone on her collar, then silently turned to look at Wang Chengran and Xue Ranran: "Um, I just remembered something."
Wang Chengran: "What?"
Xue Ranran: " Teacher Xia?"
Xia Zhiyi paused for a moment, then asked, "Did we just turn off the microphone?"
The two. "..."
The two of them froze, then slowly shook their heads.
Xue Ranran: "Okay, it seems not."
Wang Chengran: "... I don't remember."
Xia Zhiyi: "..."
very good.
He forgot too.
Is this the consequence of his overconfidence?
Because he felt he had nothing to hide, he didn't even think about avoiding the large audience in the live stream at that crucial moment.
Is this considered a mishap?
Xia Zhiyi slowly rubbed her forehead.
[... So you forgot to turn off your microphone, huh?]
[Waaaaah, our Teacher Xia is so pitiful...]
[So if Xia Zhiyi hadn't forgotten to mute herself, she wouldn't have said these things, right?]
[Oh no, I think I'm becoming a mom fan. I really want to rush in and hug Xia Zhiyi to comfort her!]
Xia Zhiyi so gentle!
[Sigh, I was just laughing out loud a moment ago, and now I've been stabbed.]
Xia Zhiyi recalled their conversation just now, and there wasn't anything that couldn't be said, except...
He slowly exhaled, turned his head helplessly to look at the camera, and said seriously, "It was a mistake. I hope there weren't too many people in our live stream just now. Let's all pretend nothing happened."
Before Wang Chengran and Xue Ranran could react to what was happening, they followed Xia Zhiyi's gaze and looked over, which seemed inexplicably cute to the audience.
However, Xia Zhiyi's attitude did effectively ease everyone's tension.
For those with sensitive hearts, his calmness at this moment is all the more heartbreaking, but at least the emotions conveyed by this calm attitude allow everyone to calm down as well, preventing them from wallowing in the unconscious sadness they had just experienced.
After that, until the auction ended, Xia Zhiyi didn't say anything more.
Both Xue Ranran and Wang Chengran fell silent.
The special episode prepared for Xia Zhiyi by the production team made her Xia Zhiyi out from the other guests at this moment.
But when the production team brought up Xia Zhiyi's works, the chairs that Xia Zhiyi had meticulously edited in post-production immediately drew gasps of amazement from everyone present.
Even Jian Zhu, who had already seen it once before the auction started, showed a look of amazement in her eyes.
The reason is actually quite simple: Xia Zhiyi engraved patterns on each stool.
The carvings are very beautiful and exquisite. If the program team hadn't explicitly stated that these cleverly crafted wooden stools were made by Xia Zhiyi herself, most people would probably have thought they were antiques that had ended up here.
When the first close-up image of the stool's surface was displayed on the screen, both Xue Ranran and Wang Chengran were somewhat downcast and did not look up to see it.
Sitting next to Xia Zhiyi, Fu Yunyi's eyes flashed with amazement before he turned to look at Xia Zhiyi and asked, "Is this what you meant by 'just drawing'?"
When Xia Zhiyi was doing post-production work on these stools, he didn't deliberately avoid others. However, everyone was busy with their tasks at the time, and even if they noticed his little actions, they didn't have much time to watch.
Fu Yunyi... Because of his "outstanding" level, Fu Yunyi actually had a little more free time than others, so he watched for a while.
At that time, Fu Yunyi asked Xia Zhiyi what she was doing.
Xia Zhiyi replied, "I felt a little embarrassed to auction it off like this, so I thought I'd add some more design elements to the stools and just paint on them."
When Fu Yunyi looked at it, Xia Zhiyi only sketched out the general structure on the stool with a carving knife, and did not see any specific pattern.
So he genuinely believed Xia Zhiyi's statement that he was "just drawing whatever he wanted."
After all, how can someone be academically gifted, skilled in martial arts, a carpenter, and also a painter?
Right?
At this moment, Fu Yunyi looked at Xia Zhiyi face, then looked up at the seemingly flawless picture of a sleeping beauty on the screen on the stage, and his expression was indescribable.
Xia Zhiyi: "... It was just random drawing."
He's lived for so many years, and he knows a lot of diverse things, so it's not surprising that he can draw, right?
Rather, he is proficient in all the arts, including playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
However, Xia Zhiyi didn't think she was proficient in these things. At most, it was because she had lived a long time and had a deeper foundation than others. As for talent, she still couldn't compare to those geniuses.
Fu Yunyi: "... Is there anything you don't know how to do?"
Xia Zhiyi was silent for a moment, then tilted her head and hesitated before asking, "Have a baby?"
He definitely wouldn't do that.
This is a matter of physiological structure.
However, he will have children for other people.
But there's no need to go into that here.
The main problem is that in this era, practicing medicine requires a license, and if he can't produce one, his skills are essentially useless.
Fu Yunyi: "..."
At this moment, Xia Zhiyi suddenly noticed that Fu Chi had silently moved to Fu Yunyi's side, right behind the cameraman, and was even in a blind spot for the other cameras.
Xia Zhiyi: "?"
Xia Zhiyi silently met his gaze, conveying her doubts through her eyes.
Fu Yunyi noticed his movement and turned his head with some curiosity.
Then, Fu Yunyi met his uncle's gaze.
Then, Fu Yunyi fell silent.
Then, Fu Yunyi slowly turned his head and looked at Xia Zhiyi.
Xia Zhiyi: "Hmm?"
Why are you looking at me too?
Fu Yunyi didn't speak, but after glancing at Xia Zhiyi, he slowly turned his head and stared at the phone in Fu Chi's hand for several moments.
Fu Yunyi was taller than Xia Zhiyi, and due to his good posture, he Xia Zhiyi see more from Fu Yunyi perspective at this moment.
For example, the cell phone in Fu Chi's hand.
For example, on Fu Chi's phone screen, there was what appeared to be an auction interface specially set up by their program team for this auction.
For example, he had excellent eyesight and spotted the profile picture of Fu Chi's account displayed in the upper right corner of the screen.
What a coincidence! Fu Yunyi saw this all-black portrait at a previous auction.
But it wasn't about the auction of his own works, but rather...
Fu Yunyi's feelings were indescribable: Wait, why did you, Uncle, come here to participate in the auction, and then spend 20,000 yuan on Wang Chengran, which may or may not be useful, but not on the small table I made?
Aren't they the real family?
Why would my uncle buy things from that kid Wang Chengran?