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After a few days with the production crew, I received a notice that there was going to be a scene with Jiang Ran involving a female ghost.
Hahaha that’s right, this is the first blippity climax in the novel.
Before this, I had even specially made a note to the props team to make the female ghost look as realistic as possible, the kind that will make Jiang Ran go jelly-legged from fright!
Just wait for it. I’ll teach you a lesson.
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This scene was shot against a green screen, the type that even required those suspension wires.
Jiang Ran took me to one side and kept nagging at me to stretch and warm-up.
Under his coercion, I was forced to twist my cranky, old waist.
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“Hey, Teacher Mo, check if you’re satisfied with this prop?”
It was probably the leader of the props team. Hearing this, I excitedly turned my head.
And an inverted, ashen face without any facial features was infinitely magnified in front of my eyes.
A rancid stench seemed to emanate off the long damp hair that was dripping with water.
Before I could shout, that face suddenly made a groaning sound and the eyelids instantly popped open. With a gurgly dark cackle, the flesh red eyes spun two whole rounds…
“AHHHH!!”
I took a step back in shock.
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Jiang Ran was obviously caught off guard, and was knocked backwards a few steps by me.
Following which, I heard him knock against the wall with a solid thud, even drawing in a low and sharp inhale.
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I’m screwed, I knocked into and injured someone…
I raised my head, trembling.
Jiang Ran’s eyes were hooded as he looked down at me, his eyebrows slightly knit.
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His agent hurriedly rushed over, flinging me miles away. “Holy shit! Mo Shuyao, are you insane? President Jiang, are you alright?”
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Jiang Ran waved a hand. “I’m fine.”
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Get lost! Laozi is the original author and the screenwriter. I typed it all out with my own hands, how can you claim that I’m an imbecile who didn’t take note of it.
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Wen Zhao also disdained me from the side, saying, “Then why did you get so shocked? Are you a man?”
Screw you, are you actually questioning if I’m a man? That’s too damaging to my self-esteem, no?!
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Just when my fists were clenched all ready to fight back, Jiang Ran came up to me and pressed down my shoulders lightly. “Anyone would be scared if they were suddenly startled. Don’t target Teacher Mo like this.”
Dang it, I actually feel a little moved listening to this.
I moved closer and quietly asked him, “You didn’t hurt your shoulder, did you?”
At this, Jiang Ran suddenly froze, only slowly speaking a few seconds later in a calm tone. “I’m fine.”
I suspiciously gave him a look, thinking to myself that… there probably was a little something up.
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And right as my heart felt a teensy bit of concern for him, Jiang Ran spoke again, asking, “Director, if Teacher Mo is really afraid, how about we add another detail during the shoot, for me to protect Mo Shuyao in my arms?”
Har? The good feelings that I fermented earlier instantly disappeared into the wind.
Jiang Ran, as expected you’re not good news at all. You’re just finding another opportunity to gay me again!
I hurriedly pitched in, “No way, we’re still at the beginning of the novel. The protagonists don’t have any feelings for each other yet, doing this will be OOC.”
But the director said, “That works well too, girls like gap moe nowadays.”
“But you can’t just go OOC when it’s only three chapters in! This is the first climax of the whole novel!” I roared at him, panicked, “You can’t just do the contrast like this, in the first three chapters we must…”
All of a sudden, Jiang Ran chuckled. I was broken off by his words.
“It appears that Teacher Mo has a deep understanding of this web novel, just like the author does.”
I instantly lost my voice. My eyes sharpened, feeling that there was another underlying meaning behind his words.
Why do I feel like… it’s getting a bit hard to keep my little vest covered?
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Even if I let the whole world under the sky know that I’m a crispy duck writer, I can’t let Jiang Ran know!
Otherwise, he’ll definitely step even more out of bounds.
So I put on an elegant and polite smile, saying breezily, “Nonono, the arts are all interconnected~”
Jiang Ran suddenly ducked his head. I couldn’t make out his expression.
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I stood before that inverted female ghost once more, studying her face. This prop was practically several thousandfold more realistic than the mental image I had when typing out the words.
Maybe this is the spirit of craftsmanship!
I silently gave a deep sigh inside. When we really begin to shoot, I must make sure not to bury myself in Jiang Ran’s arms in my fright.
Or that would be too disgraceful.
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When the day of filming finally ended and I was at the door of the hotel room ready to slink off into my room and continue that parody mashup, Jiang Ran grabbed hold of me.
“What?”
Expressionless, he said, “Exercise.”
I frowned. “Bro, we’ve already been suspended on wires the whole day today, even if you’re not tired I am.”
However, Jiang Ran said from atop his moral high horse, “That’s just your excuse to escape from exercising. Don’t cry from pain when you get injured.”
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What the, is this little rascally kid really taking it on himself to parent me?
But I was honestly too exhausted to bicker with him. I leaned forward. “Did you injure yourself when I knocked into you in the morning? Let me have a look.”
Yet he turned his body away at this, retreating half a step back.
I looked at his faintly furrowed brows, that expression seeming to say—Mo Shuyao is actually going to make a move on me, I’m so scared.
Acting all holier than thou. Purlease.
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He spoke again, “Don’t change the subject. Exercise.”
Exercise, your head! Laozi is so tired that my waist is going to break.
I didn’t let go of it. “Let me have a look at your shoulder first.”
With this, I went up to him and held his shoulder. Sure enough, Jiang Ran grunted lowly, his brows pulling together.
I manoeuvered him, pushing him towards the table. “See. You’re already injured. How about we call off exercising for the next few days and rest well.”
After that, I even put on a concerned air, unbuttoning his clothes. Jiang Ran seemed to really be in pain, actually letting me mess around for a bit.
Ho, this is the way it should be. Little wee buddies should act like little wee buddies~
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However, after undoing a few buttons, I turned cross-eyed.
He actually had a large scar on his body that had been stitched, stuck to his shoulder like a centipede.
I was stunned. “You, you…”
“Stop looking.” He coldly pushed away my hand. “It’s an old injury from a shoot.”
“Why is it so severe?”
I suddenly felt very panicked. Since when was acting such a high-risk profession??
“Don’t you use stand-in actors?”
Jiang Ran suddenly lowered his eyes, giving a bitter laugh. “My previous company didn’t provide one back then.”
“……” My heart clenched.
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After a few seconds in silence, I tried asking again, “Then were you hurt today?”
Jiang Ran waved a hand. “It’s nothing. I can handle it myself.”
After saying this, he neatened his clothes and walked towards his room.
“Hey!”
I followed behind him. He abruptly turned his head back. “If you’re exhausted then you don’t have to exercise today. Having enough rest is important too.”
And with that, I heard him close the door with a thud.
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I stood rooted to the spot, a little unsure what to do.
The time that Jiang Ran didn’t have much reputation to speak of was probably three years ago, back during the days when he accepted the god-tier sand-sculpture drama.
I thought back on the dark history that I had just parodied in the recent few days…
I suddenly felt a slight prick to my conscience.
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Pooh, it doesn’t seem to be just a tiny prick.
Although I do sand-sculpture spoofs, I’m still a kind and warm and virtuous 21st-century young man at heart!
How about this. I’ll treat him a little nicer in the future and stop making parody mashups of him.
And so, I gave myself a noble and determined thumbs up in my head.
don’t stop the mashups and don’t be nicer lol. just keep being your hilarious self!
he already knows your 3 selves!
thanks for the chapter <3
I can’t figure out why the sudden change of mood? ML, hormone problems?
thanks for the chapter ♡
Aww okay we’re slowly getting there
Thanks for the chapter € ^ *^)/// ~~ ♡♡♡♡♡
Thank you for the chapter~