The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 389 - 388: Experientialist (5)

Chapter 389: Chapter 388: Experientialist (5)

He was a good teacher. The last time Xia Siyu wanted to learn, and she had already “paid” with her body, he wouldn’t renege on his promise; he would surely teach her all he knew.

Xia Siyu was startled. True, her greatest goal right now was to improve herself, to strive for the Best Actress trophy through her own efforts.

But acting was intangible and elusive. She could practice long-term, constantly ponder and understand, requiring both talent and hard work. However, to improve in the short term, she had to find a teacher.

She indeed wanted to find Bo Yan, but without having “drank too much,” she was too embarrassed to ask and feared he would propose some illicit deal, so she hesitated.

Since Bo Yan had taken the initiative to mention it, of course she was going to seize the opportunity!

Yet Xia Siyu didn’t want to reveal her eagerness, so she glanced at him haughtily, “Initially I didn’t want to. I wanted to rest. But since you’re so earnestly asking, I will condescend to practice with you.”

After speaking, she immediately turned her head, clicking her high heels. Seeing that Bo Yan didn’t move, she looked puzzled, “Aren’t we going up to discuss? My time is quite precious, you know.”

Bo Yan, seeing her eager little pose, felt like laughing inside. He said, “The study is too cramped. I’ll take you somewhere.”

Then he naturally extended his hand to lead her there.

Xia Siyu hesitated for a moment on whether or not to take his hand. But Bo Yan didn’t give her the time to hesitate; seeing her standing still, he took a step forward and directly grasped her hand.

Strangely enough, even though Xia Siyu had been more intimate with him before, her entire body jolted as if scalded at the touch of their hands, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

When they were dating, they rarely held hands like this. It felt weird. Bo Yan’s large hand was smooth, with intertwined lines in the palm, but not as rough as someone who did physical labor. His fingers were long, well-defined, and slightly clammy.

Xia Siyu, led by him, found herself being drawn along without realizing it as he applied a slight force, and her fingers moved her joints naturally.

Bo Yan led her out of the room to the backyard, where there was a small bungalow. Pushing open the door, the interior was empty. But on closer look, on the side, the Duobao Pavilion was neatly lined with many toys, each meticulously placed. Bo Yan said, “This was my playground when I was a child. Grandpa was very busy, and when my big brother’s family came to live here, I would hide away by myself. Until I bought my own house and became independent, this was my only private space.”

Xia Siyu remembered that Bo Yan grew up without his parents, living at his grandparents’ house. Although this place was where he grew up, he didn’t feel a deep connection to the Bo Family.

That was because Grandpa valued “inheritance” over “family bonds.” Naturally, he preferred Bo Yi, who was set to inherit the Bosch Corporation.

Even though he loved Bo Yan too, he was powerless to do much.

Bo Yan knew from an early age that only “power” was what mattered most.

He couldn’t depend on family, only on himself.

In that respect, she was just like him. Even though her father, brothers, and sisters were all there, after her mother died, she lived as if she was an orphan.

As a celebrity, she was recognized by the whole world when working, but in private, she felt as if she was isolated from the world. It seemed like she had everything, but in reality, her heart felt very empty.

Xia Siyu withdrew her gaze, and Bo Yan, true to his word, began her formal lessons.

“Modern acting techniques are generally divided into three schools: the Experiential, the Method, and the Presentational,” he started.