[t/n. Actual title is ‘I did something majorly stupid’.]
440
After treating the wound, the doctor told me that my body constitution was especially weak; it’d be best for me to be hospitalised for monitoring for a period of time.
My mind was in shambles. I really wanted to, but my self-esteem protested, clamouring to go back. “I’m a big, grown man; this tiny injury is nothing. Laozi wants to go back to the crew and keep filming!”
“Don’t fool around. This isn’t the time for you to put up a strong front.” Jiang Ran frowned.
However, after a few minutes of stalemate, he eventually relented.
441
Sitting back in the van, I chose a little corner to hug myself and my aching heart.
Jiang Ran wanted to sit next to me but I chased him off.
I’m really in a mess now. It’s all paste inside my brain.
Ticked, off. How could something like this happen.
Laozi doesn’t even react like this when looking at my goddesses!
442
The van was silent for some time. My agent suddenly spoke, “Brother Shuyao, now everyone’s worried about your condition. It isn’t convenient for you to type with your hand, why don’t I draft something out for you and you take a look?”
With that, he turned over and passed the tablet to Jiang Ran, letting him hand it to me.
“No need, I can manage my own Weibo!” Now, my heart gets all flustered just from looking at Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran likely believed that I was disgruntled at him for hurting my hand. He didn’t say a word, quietly sitting down next to me.
443
I made do with my fingers, which could still move around, clicking open the Weibo app. Then I saw the photographs of me pitifully and pathetically lying in that pool of blood, and of Jiang Ran carrying me up the van.
Tragic. Woe is me, the great tragedy of human life.
444
But I soon found something wrong. Aside from those netizens concerned about me, a whole horde of people also tagged my crispy duck account:
Did Ji’er Our Lord & Saviour Update Today: Madam, we believe you now! Teacher Mo is really the best Chen Mingge, my heart is aching so badly for him wuwuwu.
Pisces girls will NEVER admit defeat: The great Ji’er, your taste is on fire! I just saw the highlight reels, TT__TT I can’t stop crying, Teacher Mo really acted my fav scene of our baby Chen offering his first kiss super well! I hope he’s doing alright!!
Today is another day that I weep over the most beautiful love: Mdm. Ji, I really want to nom on the real-person ship. Film Emperor Jiang really dotes on Teacher Mo a lot!
?? What are they on about?
My brows bunched together. Only after a while did I recall that when I was being flamed by everyone online in the past, I had used this crispy duck account to post a Weibo to dampen the fire.
I righteously vouched: Teacher Mo is an actor that I had personally selected—if he can’t act Chen Mingge, I’ll chop off my head and mail it to you.
Heh. Now you see the light, isn’t it beautiful?
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We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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In there, I was no longer the handsome ttm, mega cool Teacher Mo, but the little gay shou that lies in Jiang Ran’s embrace going “ah, ah, ah!”
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Hur hur. Don’t think that you can quell my rage from being gayified with just a few sentences of praise.
446
At the end of the day, I still chalked this to Jiang Ran.
If it weren’t for his unlawful plotting against laozi and his PR for maliciously editing promotional clips, would there have been so many little buddies deluded?
Even trying to get me to be the shou? Hoho, laozi is clearly a fierce, manly man.
Even if I’m injured now, I can take him on in three hundred rounds of battle.
447
I bolted into my crispy duck account, drafting out a Weibo with righteous conviction, warning them not to be too invested in their shipping and let Jiang Ran’s team get away with their sinister schemes.
Otherwise, I’ll make your beloved ship sink—on—the—spot! Bad Ending!
It was a pity that my hands were too badly wounded. I could only use a finger to jab the numpad keyboard, my hand speed failing to keep up with my brain speed.
I. Hate. If it were the usual me, I’d be able to knock out 10k words.
448
Perhaps seeing that I hadn’t made a peep for a long time, my agent asked me, “Brother Shuyao, are you still able to type? Just use my draft, I’ll send it over to you?”
“No need!” I was busy with serious business, blithely responding, “Do you have the highlight reels from my shoots? Take a few screenshots and send them over to me, I’ll photoshop a few sand-sculpture memes to prove that I’m still alive, that’d be enough.”
After properly schooling that group of burning book girls, I started to photoshop memes for myself.
[I’m fine, I’m doing very well, it doesn’t hurt at all, I really didn’t cry, my entire face is beaming with happiness.jpg]
In all honesty, though. My hands really. Do quite hurt.
449
After posting these two Weibos, I felt a weight off my shoulders. I tossed my phone to the side, crossing my legs and preparing to take a small nap.
Suddenly, my agent roared, “Mo Shuyao, what frigging Weibo did you just post!”
?? I was startled awake from my dead-sleep dreaming.
Jiang Ran’s agent also spoke in riddles. “Mo Shuyao, how did you post on the Weibo of the original author?”
My agent beat his breast and stamped his feet. “What on earth did you do! Your Weibo is on the hot search!”
His mouth was so wide open in shock that he could swallow a whale. I even felt the van shake.
450
I was perplexed. Clearly the dissertation I just posted had been meticulously crafted by yours truly, how can it start trending on the hot search?
I hurriedly fished out my phone wanting to check it out. However, due to the force of my motions, I knocked my wound.
“AH—” I gave out a powerful, tragic cry, my phone immediately flying away.
“Mo Shuyao, take it easy.” Jiang Ran passed over a tablet from the front, sitting back beside me.
I recovered from the pain. Then I saw that on the hot search interface, the tag #Mo Shuyao is Mo Ji# was whirling up the rankings.
“Why did you suddenly get so clumsy…” Jiang Ran murmured in a low voice.
Quaking, I tapped into the tag, then saw a screenshot filling the whole sky and covering the land—of my blue-tick certified crispy duck writer account, posting two Weibos ten minutes ago.
“……” The van submerged in silence.
Jiang Ran tsk’ed. His gaze slowly shifted away from the screen, moving towards me, inch by inch.
Gooseflesh broke out across my back.
451
AHHHH! How did this happen?!
Mo Shuyao, you injured your hand. Your hand should be the one hurting, not your dumbass brain, you’re an idiot through and through…
Please, please, please tell me that this is a dream.
452
Of course, this wasn’t a dream. Jiang Ran asked, “Is there still a way to salvage it?”
I was in deep agony, right on the verge of wailing and dripping snot. I asked the same, pleading, “Brother, almighty powerful brother, can you help me take the hot search down? I’m really not a crispy duck writer! Do I not have my pride?”
“What are you high on, you’re already in the top ten!” My agent shouted to the sky, “Mo Shuyao, what the hell do you think?”
453
“So…” Jiang Ran paused. He turned his gaze on me. “Are you really the author?”
His gaze felt unbelievably scorching. I lowered my head, stammering, “Yeah, ah n-no. I’m Mo Ji’s fr-friend…”
Ahhhhh Mo Shuyao, what dogfart arting skill is this, even ghosts wouldn’t believe you.
I inclined my head very, very slightly, measuring him out of the corner of my eye.
Jiang Ran was frowning, tactically backing away. “Good evening, Teacher Mo Ji…”
It’s not a good evening. Farewell.
454
I whipped my head over to look at him. Jiang Ran’s eyes were slightly lowered, the tips of his ears were blushing, and he didn’t forget to lick his lips either.
Fuck, what is this supergay lingering on?
His agent also softly muttered a sentence, “I really couldn’t tell… It’s fortunate that I didn’t let President Jiang read the web-version extras. The main text only contains baby strollers, it should be fine.”
I instantly turned into stone.
455
I direly wanted to use the thunder and fire arrows that the readers gifted me to jetpack myself into the sky, directly accelerating to third cosmic velocity and propelling out of the solar system, never to return.
Is this what cosmic suffering means?!
456
My phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed that it was my university roommate.
Wts. Good deeds never leave the door, but bad news travel a thousand miles through sand dunes.
I almost flung my phone.
“Mo Shuyao, calm down…”
“How am I supposed to calm down!” Knotted up in my anger, I refuted, “Don’t you think that it’s very embarrassing for a man to write crispy duck? Don’t you feel that the baby strollers I drive are very lewd?”
Jiang Ran’s eyebrows pinched together. He said solemnly, “I really don’t think so. There have never been any rules to liking these.”
The depths of my heart trembled at his words.
But I still retracted into the little corner I occupied.
This was too disgraceful.
457
The van quickly stopped at the hotel. Jiang Ran patted me on the shoulder, motioning for me to get off.
Little did I expect that as soon as I stepped into the hotel, some of the crew would come crowding over.
“Mo Shuyao, are you really Mdm. Ji’er? Please autograph a book for me!”
“Madam, you’re actually a guy! Crispy duck boys are such treasures!”
My throat rolled, unable to get a damn word out.
Jiang Ran immediately held my shoulders, raising his voice. “What are you thinking? Are you still trying to disturb his rest when he’s injured like this?”
After saying this, he called over security from who-knows-where to escort us upstairs.
458
He supported me to sit on the bed, then retreated several steps, leaning against the wardrobe.
“Mo Shuyao,” he tried to say.
“You get out first.” I took a deep breath. “I want some quiet (jing jing).”
He frowned. “And who is Jing Jing?”
I was about to pass out from rage at his IQ. “Jing Jing means for you to get out, understand?”
Jiang Ran looked me over, then nodded, saying, “Alright. Make sure you get some rest, call me if you need anything.”
“You can stop caring for me.” I obstinately spoke to his back as he walked out.
But he suddenly turned over. His voice was calm and unhurried. “No. I was the one who injured you, if I don’t take care of you, who will?”
“……” My head burrowed under the quilts, refusing to continue the conversation.
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How do I fix this. Even the supergay Jiang Ran blushes when reading my crispy duck, besides… how am I going to face the production crew in the future!!
I think he knocked too hard on the handrails last time hence the brain injury
That’s probably it..(*-_-)
thanks for the chapter ♡
it happened… he finally posted on the wrong account…
wrong post (real one) part 1
ehehehehe just wait Shuyao…. there’s another account to wrong post ehehehehehehe
jajajaja
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Hahahhahahahhahahahhahaha
Thank you for the chapter~
Thanks for the chapter <3
LOL.
I’m sorry but I’m enjoying this.
Hahaha…
Thank you for the update ❤️
😂 It finally happened. But at least it answered my question, if JR knew he was Mo Ji.
Wow Author-san ……I’d looked forward to the big reveal since the first chapter but didn’t think it’d come this early, that was fast
This is so embarrassing and exciting at the same time ಥ‿ಥ
Him posting from the wrong account was bound to happen.