Chapter 31 - Getting Rid of that Bigshot (8)

translator: baumkuchen editors: glitterypanda, serefina

After reminding him to pay attention to the rating, Chi Xiaochi went back to watching his literary film.

The video hed saved of the old mans fancy play really burnt the eyes. Just listening to it made 061s face heat up, but the task Chi Xiaochi had given to him needed to be done, so he just had to force down his embarrassment and turn on mute and the automatic mosaic function. Amongst the heaps and heaps of different mosaics, he carefully picked out a segment where the male protagonist, Zhou Kai, had his face visible to the camera from start to finish to make clear in high-definition.

As for the lovers face and body, it was then all covered by 061 with heaps of mosaics.

By the time he was done and successfully uploaded it to the internet, there had been no sound from Chi Xiaochi for a while, just the voices of the male and female protagonists from his film confiding to each other.

061: Xiaochi?

Chi Xiaochis eyes were closed. He remained silent.

061 turned off the film.

But when the sound was cut off, Chi Xiaochi woke up instantly, En? I was still watching.

061 laughed, How were you still watching?

Chi Xiaochi refused to give in, I just saw them kiss just now.

061 had the urge to poke his forehead. He simply said, Im turning off the lights, sleep.

After that, the little nightlight in the room went out, the warm, dry and soft blanket pulling up on its own and wrapping Chi Xiaochis entire person.

Chi Xiaochi, lying on the bed, was still unwilling to give in. I havent finished watching. Did the male protagonist die in the end?

061 pressed his fingers to his temple, and sped through the film at x24 speed. He answered, He enlisted in the army and ended up winning the war. He came back in a tank and ran into the female protagonist in the street, jumped out of the tank, took the female protagonist in his arms and carried her up onto the tank turret.

In truth, the male protagonist had died in the war, dying on a cold mat in a foreign country.

Chi Xiaochi let out a reassured expression and burrowed into the blanket, Thats good.

Sleep, 061 took out the collection of poems, Yesterday we read up to page 65

In truth, that film also existed in his world. He had seen it before.

But Chi Xiaochi liked the ending 061 had come up with, just like how he liked the fake ending Lou Ying had come up with for Sirius.

That night, Yi Song had forgotten to close the bedroom curtains.

Outside the window was the good weather of early autumn. Despite the darkness of the night, the thick, soft and fluffy clouds were still visible to the naked eye, looking like a high quality quilt. Chi Xiaochi imagined them covering his own body while 061s voice floated over out of the distant, indistinct clouds.

He thought, when the task was over and when he went back, he wouldnt be able to hear this voice anymore.

He then thought, no matter, he would eventually get used to not having it. And if that didnt work, there were always sleeping pills.

As he thought this, Chi Xiaochi drifted off to sleep.

A few blocks away, Zhou Kai had yet to find out about what was about to happen to him.

After he recovered some of his energy, he opened up the two bottles of red wine hed used as props earlier and had a romantic candlelit dinner with his lover.

After

drinking till their ears were red

, they went to sleep in each others arms.

At 6:30 the next morning, he woke up as usual and, in a good mood, kissed the person in his arms. The person in his arms reciprocated the kiss and got up to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, he dressed himself and washed up, preparing to go to the company.

Only when two golden-brown slices of toast popped out of the toaster, did the freshly-shaven Zhou Kai remember to turn on his cell phone to see if there were any urgent matters that needed to be dealt with.

But as soon as his cell phone was turned on, it was promptly crashed by a sea of emails, text messages and unanswered calls.

What the hell?

Zhou Kai casually clicked on an email. It had been sent two minutes ago by Secretary Frank. Its tone was strange, asking him, after hed gotten up and seen this email, to absolutely not go to the company.

He then inspected the subject titles of the other unread emails one by one and found that the senders were all different. Some were department managers, some were former business partners and some were familiar names. Thinking about it, they seemed to be from models under his company, including the currently really popular black model, Fiona.

What was going on with all of them?

Before Zhou Kai could click on any of the emails to see what exactly had happened, Sam called.

Zhou Kai, confused, picked up. Whats going on?

Sam was currently on the road to Zhou Kais house, about to go crazy with panic. He hadnt even had the time to comb his golden