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SA Chapter 90 (Part 3) – The Embroiderer

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     Being embraced by this man, Rong Xu could only smell the scent of fake blood through his nose, but he couldn’t help lifting the corner of his lips. Thousands of unsaid words could only be summarized into one sentence in the end: “Long time no see.”

     It was the same as the most ordinary meeting between good friends. Although a hug might be a bit strange, the staff didn’t think too much about it.

     Old Liu quickly noticed the situation. When he saw Rong Xu, his two eyes suddenly lit up, and he strode over: “Rong Xu? Old Xu praised you before. I heard that you just finished (a film) yesterday. Do you still have the energy to audition right now? It just so happens that the makeup team has time and can directly help you with styling.”

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     As soon as Old Liu opened his mouth, he had already blocked off the other’s path of retreat, and Rong Xu couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

     After all, since Old Liu already walked over, Rong Xu naturally couldn’t keep hugging Qin Cheng anymore. Thus, he let go and laughed: “Director Xu Sheng?”

     Old Liu chuckled: “Not bad, I heard you’ll be working with Old Xu for your next work. I called him this afternoon.”

     Although this sentence was said lightly, it also implied that Old Liu had long since gathered detailed information on Rong Xu. He had never watched Rong Xu’s works – he hadn’t watched either Vie for Supremacy or Ambush. He originally wanted to watch Black Clouds, but ended up having something going on. Later on, he was further preoccupied with the preliminary preparations for The Embroiderer and had even less time.

     During the past two days, Old Liu had auditioned seven or eight film newcomers. However, for all of them, either their image wasn’t suitable, or their acting skills didn’t pass (his standards).

     Although Qin Cheng recommended Rong Xu, Old Liu also didn’t agree rashly. He was only relieved when he learned that Rong Xu’s acting skills were good and had even been acknowledged by Xu Sheng. These referrals saved them time by getting Rong Xu to audition. If his acting skills were poor, it would be a waste of everyone’s time.

     Rong Xu was about to agree, but Qin Cheng snorted softly and said: “What did Director Xu say?”

     Old Liu replied: “Old Xu said that Rong Xu is a decent talent. He decided to work with you after watching Black Clouds.” After a pause, Old Liu smiled and said: “When Qin Cheng recommended you, I already thought it was (a pretty good option). How about it, Rong Xu, can you do the styling now?”

     Qin Cheng nodded: “Director Xu spoke well and has a good eye. Last year’s Depths of the Courtyard was also very good.

     Hearing this, Old Liu turned his head back and began chatting with Qin Cheng about Xu Sheng’s Depths of the Courtyard which had been nominated for the Golden Phoenix Award, and temporarily forgot to urge Rong Xu to go do his makeup. He continued talking to Qin Cheng, and Qin Cheng (responded by) nodding from time to time, and then the old man started to talk about his movie from last year.

     Taking this opportunity, Rong Xu was finally allowed to take a breather.

     As soon as he got up at noon today, he received a call from Qin Cheng, packed his luggage, and arrived at Hengdian World Studios. Not to mention the exhaustion he built up along the way, if he really went to do his makeup without stopping to take a break, he’s afraid he wouldn’t be able to do the audition in his best condition.

     Once Old Liu finished speaking, he picked up his cup and took a sip of water. Qin Cheng turned to his assistant and said: “Take him to my place to rest up.”

     The little assistant quickly nodded, and Old Liu finally remembered: “Hey, wait a minute, weren’t you going to go do styling?”

     Qin Cheng lightly smiled and curled his lips and said, “When I met Lilov in Berlin last year, he mentioned that this year he was planning to film……”

     Old Liu’s attention was once again diverted. After the two chatted for another half hour, Old Liu suddenly realized his error and hurried Rong Xu to finish his makeup and prepare for the audition. Qin Cheng furrowed his brows and was about to speak up, but he saw Rong Xu smile and shake his head, so (Qin Cheng) could only agree.

     While doing his makeup, Rong Xu received a text message from a certain man.

     [Qin Cheng: If knew earlier that there would be such a long traffic jam today, I would’ve picked you up tomorrow.】

     Traffic jams were an extremely tiring matter. If Rong Xu arrived in Hengdian at four or five o’clock in the evening, he wouldn’t necessarily have been this tired and naturally wouldn’t have an issue with styling and auditions. But right now, he had only arrived after eight o’clock and was already exhausted. Meanwhile, in order to finish faster, Old Liu was constantly urging him.

     [Rong Xu: Earlier is better. If it can be finalized by today, if it doesn’t work out, I can still take the plane back tomorrow.】

     After a brief moment, Qin Cheng replied with a text message:【……You won’t stay here for a few more days? 】

     Stay a few more days? Meaning staying beside someone for a few more days?

     Directly seeing through the other party’s intentions, Rong Xu asked grimly:【You really think I will fail the audition just like this? 】

     Qin Cheng, who saw the text message: “……”

     En, I fell into the trap.

     Following that, Qin Cheng went back to filming, and Rong Xu put down his phone to do his makeup with peace of mind. Zhu Molang’s costume was a very cumbersome but gorgeously intricate dragon gown, and three makeup artists had to join hands to arrange the gold and jade inlaid gown. Then, the makeup artists carefully helped Rong Xu put on a wig cap before delicately pulling the long black hair to the back of his head.

     Perhaps because the artists had plenty of experience from helping the recent auditioning celebs with their makeup for the past few days, these makeup artists were clearly very skilled in (Zhu Molang’s styling), and they took care of Rong Xu’s styling in a matter of seconds. When the makeup was complete, one of the older artists suddenly thought: “Oh yes, where is the red mole? Yesterday the director said that the middle of the eyebrows wasn’t (a good location), where should we change it to?”

     Another makeup artist thought for a while: “Director Wang said that the ends of his eyes are suitable, or is it right there?”

     “Okay, let me try…… hmm? There’s a smudge at the edge of Rong Rong’s eyes!” As if realizing his mistake[1], the makeup artist suddenly blushed before regaining a serious expression and said: “I….…I’ll dot it here.”

     While talking, the makeup artist took the cinnabar color pen and lightly dabbed a dark red mole at the edge of Rong Xu’s eyes.

     When everything was finally complete, the makeup artist who had exposed his own fangirl attribute was so shy that he stepped aside and didn’t dare look at Rong Xu again. However, Rong Xu stood up and handed his phone to Luo Qian, and instead of immediately leaving the dressing room, he looked at the makeup artists with a smile and said: “Hello, I am Rong Xu. Please kindly advise.”

     All the makeup artists were taken aback.

     The next moment, four makeup artists leaned in and said in unison: “Rong Rong! Can I get a signature! I reallyreallyreallyreally like you!!!”

     Rong Xu: “……”

     Suddenly…… so many people.

     Only after signing for every makeup artist did Rong Xu walk out of the dressing room. Outside, Qin Cheng had already finished (filming) today’s scene and was still wearing his makeup while talking to Old Liu. When they heard someone accidentally yell “Rong Rong”, they simultaneously turned their heads around. Instantly, Qin Cheng was stunned, and Old Liu’s eyes also widened as he stared dumbfoundedly.

     For Zhu Molang’s good looks, the screenwriter had used a whole list of complicated and magnificent words to describe it and even added the phrase “words could not express (his beauty)” at the end.

     However, when he walked out of the dressing room, Rong Xu’s appearance was akin to the brightest existence in the world, attracting the eyes of all existences in the world.

     Those phoenix eyes were long and thin, devastatingly charming, as pure as jade, and unmatched in beauty[2].

     The small dark red mole at the edges of his eye was akin to a smoldering flame. Rong Xu lifted his eyes and looked at Qin Cheng with a light smile. The latter couldn’t help but purse his lips, and his throat gradually became dry. Their eyes crossed five or six meters and met in the air.

     Qin Cheng opened his mouth slightly and was just about to speak, but he hadn’t spoken yet before he heard Old  Liu laugh and say: “Good! Today’s filming is over, so let’s quickly do the audition now. This is truly wonderful!”

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[1]Makeup artist’s mistake: calling Rong Xu “Rong Rong”. Calling someone by a cuter nickname is generally associated with femininity in Chinese.

[2]I think the author was going for 凤表龙姿 instead of 凤章龙表


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SA Chapter 90 (Part 2) – The Embroiderer

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     The film, The Embroiderer, was based upon reality, yet was also divergent from reality [1]. For example, the prototype of Rong Xu’s role, the Prince, was a highly evaluated (individual) in history. Not only were his abilities strong, but the main point was that he was exceedingly beautiful.

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    Just that point alone gave Old Liu a headache: Both good acting skills and good looks. Where would he go to find such a good seedling in the short amount of time?

     On the way to Hengdian, Rong Xu worked on studying the script. This was the first time he’s read the script. Originally, he just wanted to analyze the script rationally as an outside party would, but while reading through it, he became immersed in the plot. At the end, when all the foreshadowed events were revealed one by one, a plot twist turned the tides, and the truths all came to light. Rong Xu couldn’t help but feel his heart stir.

     Seeing Rong Xu’s scrunched up eyebrows, Luo Qian asked in a soft voice: “Xiao Xu, is the script good?”

     Rong Xu rarely showed any expressions when he read through scripts, and this was the first time Luo Qian had ever seen his current appearance.

   Hearing this, Rong Xu locked his phone screen. He smiled as he looked up and asked: “Sister Xiao Qian, what do you think of Qin Cheng’s movies?”

     Hearing his Boss’s name, the little assistant sitting in the driver’s seat immediately pricked his ears and listened as Luo Qian said without an ounce of hesitation: “God Qin’s movies are all great! Extremely great! I enjoy watching every single one of them; I watch them all at least three times!”

     The praise obviously wasn’t for him, but Rong Xu couldn’t help but beam: “En, so, do you think this script is any good?”

     Luo Qian nodded fiercely.

     Rong Xu never once doubted Qin Cheng’s ability to select scripts. In fact, he, himself, was also highly picky about scripts. However, the scripts he received now were far fewer than Qin Cheng, and there weren’t that many options for him to choose from. It was the same for The Embroiderer. Rong Xu was also very interested in Qin Cheng’s role, but it was absolutely impossible for Old Liu to let him take on that role.

     Nevertheless…… the character, Zhu Molang, was actually no less than Kong Chao.

     The Elite Guards wore flying fish patterns and used the finest cloud brocades crafted by Jiangnan’s skilled Sewing Women and Embroiderers. They wore finely embroidered silk and fabric, paired with an Embroidered Spring Sword[2]. Kong Chao was the veritable protagonist, but Zhu Molang was a key figure throughout the entire plotline.

     Rong Xu closed his eyes and carefully contemplated the plot of the entire movie. Ten minutes later, he turned his phone back on and re-read the script. When reading the script this time, he didn’t immerse his own emotions, but rather analyzed it from an objective perspective.

     Good script writers made sure that every line had carried a purpose.

     Rong Xu first read through all the scenes with Zhu Molang’s appearance before specially selecting to study Zhu Molang’s lines thoroughly. The car ride was bumpy, and he could only hold onto his cell phone and study silently in his head.

     Because of the traffic jam, it was already eight o’clock in the evening by the time they arrived in Hengdian Studios.

    Rong Xu followed Qin Cheng’s assistant through the crew and didn’t see a single idle person along the way. Every staff member was rushing to and fro in a hurry. There were some staff members who saw Rong Xu and excitedly asked for a signature, but they only hastily asked for a signature before immediately heading back to their work.

     Luo Qian said warily: “They are all so busy.”

     Rong Xu didn’t respond. He heard the piercing and dense sound of colliding metal, (a noise that made) even the air tremble. It sounded like the noise of colliding heavy iron. The entire crew was silent and only the clanging echoed on continuously.

     Luo Qian also closed her mouth and stopped talking as she approached the set. 

    That was when Rong Xu lifted his gaze and saw him—

    He wore a woven azure flying fish suit, a wide black belt tightly drawn across his waist, and a pair of jade-embellished official boots were worn on his feet. As he swiftly flew through the building, he pierced a knife through the heart of a black clothed man.

     Qin Cheng’s icy and deep expression on his face was similar to that of a sculpture’s, and his black eyes were soaked with cold light. He quickly dashed among a dozen masked assassins, and with each slash, a life was taken. With each slash, another streak of blood landed on his cheek. However, he never stayed still, slaughtering lives coldly and indifferently before finally landing on one knee. The Embroidered Spring Sword was drenched with blood. By the time he braced himself against the ground, there were already more than ten corpses strewn behind him.

     On the desolate road, the shops on both sides of the street had long since closed, and only the bleak moonlight shone upon the earth, similarly lighting up this gory and blood-scented world. The glistening river of blood flowed down from beneath the corpses, slowly spreading along the cracks of the bluestone slabs, making the scene appear horrifying and gruesome.

    Seeing this scene, Luo Qian couldn’t resist covering her mouth, while Rong Xu narrowed his eyes and gazed at Qin Cheng calmly.

     Qin Cheng borrowed the strength of the narrow Embroidered Spring Sword to slowly stand up. A trace of blood gradually seeped through his lips. 

When he lifted his head, his gaze met Rong Xu’s, but his expression didn’t change. It was as if he hadn’t seen Rong Xu at all. He stood up calmly and decisively left the alley step by step.

     A powerful and icy aura instantly diffused through the air, making everyone unable to move.

     “CUT!”

    The moment Old Liu’s voice sounded, the crew finally started to move again.

     The extras who were playing corpses on the ground gradually stood up one by one, and the props crew walked over to help them out of their suspension wires. The leader of the props crew also hurriedly stepped forward to help Qin Cheng untie his wires. At the same time, the makeup artist walked over with quick steps and picked up the brush to help Qin Cheng touch up his makeup.

     Unexpectedly, Qin Cheng gently shook his head and said: “My friend is here.”

     The makeup artist was taken aback, and subconsciously stepped away, letting Qin Cheng walk off the set with long strides.

    Under the gaze of countless crew members, Qin Cheng walked off the set step by step and passed by seven or eight cameras before standing in front of Rong Xu. He bowed his head slightly. There were still splotches of fake blood on the corner of his lips, and he was also wearing the icy, deep blue flying fish brocade costume. His long-haired wig was tied up high behind his head, and when he lowered his head, strands of hair slid down his cheeks, which made him appear even more beautiful and extraordinary.

     Qin Cheng stared at the young man in front of him seriously, and Rong Xu looked up at him.

     The man’s deep phoenix eyes were filled with an impenetrable coloration, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his lips opened and closed as if he had something to say. But, after a pause, in front of the eyes of dozens of staff members, he could only open his arms and gently embrace Rong Xu, saying calmly: “You are here.”

     He couldn’t say any more, only those three words.

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[1]Based upon reality, yet was also divorced from reality: “Based on true historical events”

[2]Embroidered Spring Sword: A ming dynasty symbol of power, granted by the emperor


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WDBKFMGB Chapter 45 – A Scheduled Promise

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     There was one question and one answer, and they fell back into silence. 

     He Ruge held a guilty conscience while coaxing the little monster. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why it doesn’t hurt when they have physical contact, and why didn’t he allow physical contact before to mitigate the pain……

     He Ruge introspected for a while, thinking that his past self simply had a heart dipped in lard [1], even coming up with such a flimsy excuse to deceive his cat.

     But dying while holding onto a cat would also be a fine way to go.[2]

     If he didn’t go to this extent, when would he ever have a chance[3] to hold this big cat?

     It’s just that this posture was a bit strenuous. He Ruge didn’t dare to put his entire weight onto the little monster, so he could only bend over to hug the little monster, pressing his torso into the soft fur gently while his waist was supporting himself tiringly.

     The tip of his nose was pressed close to the base of (the little monster’s) wings, and the heat from He Ruge’s exhalations ended up blowing onto the base of those wings. The little monster itched so badly that he wanted to shake out his wings. However, he was afraid of frightening the young man lying on his back.

     He was feather light, and the little monster could barely feel the weight of the other party. This gave the little monster a surreal sense (that everything was an) illusion. Along with the lack of pain, he could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. Tonight, he wasn’t left alone to endure the pain while curled up in the corner, the pain that was so strong it made him roll on the ground in pain.

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     All this was like a dream, and maybe if he so much as twitched, the other would suddenly turn into a butterfly and flutter away.

     It turned out that it wasn’t that difficult to endure at night when someone else was there (to accompany him).

     Just as the little monster was in a good mood, he realized that the person on his back was moving to get up. The original feather-light weight became completely no weight, and the warmth on his back dissipated.

     Was he preparing to leave?

     This thought sprouted from the little monster’s heart like a pebble hitting the surface of still water, disturbing his state of mind which had just calmed down.

     His tiger tail hooked onto He Ruge’s calf subconsciously. Under the other’s surprised gaze, the little monster pretended to be calm and said: “If there is no physical contact, it will hurt.”

     He Ruge was stunned, he just bent over for too long and wanted to change his posture, but the little monster had……misunderstood?

     Was he so afraid of him leaving? Was it purely from fear of pain, or was there a smidgen of reluctance to part? He Ruge looked down at the entangled tiger’s tail, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Maybe he should have given the little monster the nickname Little Sticky Rice Cake.

     No, it should be Big Sticky Rice Cake.

     He Ruge crouched down and wanted to grab the tiger tail. The thick tiger tail was very powerful, staggered with black and white stripes. He Ruge couldn’t fully grasp it with one hand, so he made do with grabbing the tip of the tail which was pure black, and contrasted with He Ruge’s fingers, making them seem exceptionally white.

     The texture of the fur on the tail was also luxurious. Each strand of fur felt like it was dipped in deep-sea fish oil. There was not a single trace of split ends from the base to the tip. The white fur was as crystalline clear as fine snow, while the black fur was like ink-dipped fine brush.

     He Ruge couldn’t help but grasp the tip of the tail with one hand and press the palm of his other hand onto the black “brush” tip. Under the little monster’s innocent gaze, He Ruge voiced: “Previously, I helped write out the name Miao Miao. Miao Miao, do you remember how to write the word ‘Miao’?” 

     He looked like a teacher who was spot-checking (a student’s) homework.

     The little monster tilted his head, “I do.”

He Ruge was a little surprised. Perhaps he had always placed the labels of ‘dim’ and ‘fierce’ on his impression of the little monster, so he was unused to the little monster’s sudden show of intellect.

     Blue eyes stared diligently at He Ruge’s palm as he used the tip of his tail to slowly and confidently write (the characters of the planet) Earth on He Ruge’s palm.

     Miao (淼).

     The little monster had never seen this type of writing before, as it did not belong to any of the languages he knew of; even the pronunciation was strange- “Meow Meow Meow”.

     For the little monster who had a brain full of killing and gloom, memorizing words was an arduous task. But he wanted to put full effort into remembering everything related to He Ruge, as if the more he remembered the more important He Ruge was in his heart. Like this, even if he truly loses control and his ability to reason in the future, he would still never hurt this person again.

He didn’t want to hurt He Ruge.

     It wasn’t because He Ruge was someone Xi Guican liked, nor because He Ruge’s blood was delicious, nor because He Ruge’s singing voice was amazing.

     It was simply because He Ruge was He Ru Ge, that’s all.

     When he moved his tail stroke by stroke and wrote out the word “Miao”, he witnessed He Ruge’s dark eyes light up slowly from surprise, glowing brighter and brighter like stars shining in the sky.

     “Miao Miao is so smart.” He heard He Ruge’s warm and sincere praise.

     No one had ever praised him before.

     Maybe it was because he didn’t have any positive characteristics, and even he himself didn’t think he had any good characteristics. From the beginning, he was just an existence that Xi Guican awakened in his time of despair.

     He was the product of an abnormal shift in this body, a separated piece of “Xi Guican’s” soul. He was, through and through, a monster.

     In the endless darkness, he was the weapon Xi Guican grasped to pierce into the light. But he, he who was born in darkness, how could he help Xi Guican find the light. A black hole will devour all light, and he would destroy all the brilliance in Xi Guican’s life.

     The best result for Xi Guican was for (the little monster) to transfer over all his memories and power. The accidentally separated soul fragments would then gradually attach themselves to the gaping hole and sew it whole again stitch by stitch, which could potentially create a complete “Xi Guican”.

……But, he didn’t want to.

     He was a selfish, cold-blooded, emotionless villain who never considered the well-being of others, even if, technically, that person was also himself in a sense.

     Therefore, he had always been hiding in a corner where Xi Guican couldn’t see him, accumulating strength in hopes that one day he could override Xi Guican’s memory and fully occupy this body.

     He Ruge had his entire concentration focused on playing with the tail, and didn’t notice the little monster’s silence. His dream of playing with (the little tiger’s) tail unexpectedly came true tonight. They say happiness came in threes[4] and He Ruge felt like he was floating (from joy). He stroked the tail back and forth; the originally soft tail fur was about to be petted by He Ruge until it became a mini explosion.

     It’s just… He Ruge felt something was a little off. At the start, he could hold around two-thirds of the tail with one hand, but as he looked, the tail suddenly grew longer.

     Under his gaze, the pair of tiger claws also seemed to have grown a circle larger. He Ruge slowly raised his head and saw that the little monster in front of him was slowly expanding like a balloon. Previously, while standing, (the little monster was around his) waist and abdomen height. But, now, it seemed the little monster would grow up to his chest height, and based on this rate (or growth), it didn’t seem to be ending soon. His body length might even grow to the three-meter mark.

     Oh, right, the gene altering solution would accelerate growth.

     However, watching the little monster grow bigger had a huge impact on He Ruge. Because (the tiger was a fish’s) natural enemy, He Ruge worked hard everyday to overcome his physiological fear response to big cats. After finally adapting to the little monster’s appearance, without even having time to brace himself, he was now going to face an even bigger white tiger!

     Too, too big.

     His legs were a bit soft.

     He Ruge subconsciously grasped onto the tiger tail with both hands just like a person with a fear of heights swaying on a high cable bridge and hanging onto the ropes (for dear life). His legs trembled faintly. Perhaps it’s because he sang for the cubs in the Ice Project and used up all his strength, He Ruge didn’t even have the strength to stand.

     Incidentally, right at this moment, the little monster leaned his head closer while his blue eyes looked at He Ruge’s trembling legs strangely, “Are you tired from standing?”

     His brain was blank, and He Ruge seemed to be able to see his own pallid face through those azure blue eyes. That face gradually transformed into an image of a fish on the chopping board, “Yes, a little bit.”

     The thick-as-an-iron-chain tiger tail wrapped around He Ruge’s waist. In one smooth motion, the tiger’s tail exploded with astonishing power and easily lifted He Ruge up like plucking a radish, suspending him half a meter off the ground. He Ruge’s heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.

     When He Ruge panicked to the point that his feet were swinging wildly, the little monster placed He Ruge on his back, “Grab onto my wings and don’t slide off.”

     He Ruge sat feebly on the tiger’s back. His two hands were so tense that he didn’t know how to control his strength at all, and he could only tightly grasp the thin zerg wings with two fingers.

     The zerg wings, which were originally thin and fragile like a piece of paper, had inexplicably become the thickness of a steel plate at some unknown point in time. Maybe it would even make a crisp clang if he knocked on it.

     “He Ruge,” the hoarse, youthful voice sounded beside He Ruge’s ear, “Do you like the starry skies?”

     Perhaps it was due to the song “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars”, the little monster came up with the speculation that He Ruge liked the starry sked.

     Under the state of high mental stress, He Ruge himself wasn’t really aware of what he was saying: “It’s, it’s okay.”

     “Then, in the future, you can sit on my back and I will take you flying to the stars.” 

     The little monster said: “If I do this, will you be happy?”

     He Ruge finally recovered from his state of disorientation, and he spent three seconds recalling what the little monster had said. The scene described by the little monster appeared in his mind, and He Ruge suddenly felt that it was explosively cool.

     Ride the biggest cat and gaze at the most beautiful stars.

     He smiled sincerely like a parent who heard their child say they will be filial when they grew up: “Yes! Of course, I will!”

     Those blue eyes, which had always been surging with the flames of violence, closed slightly, unskillfully attempting to cover the eager yearning swimming under his pupils, as the little monster whispered: “Then, that’s great.”

     I can make you happy, that’s wonderful.

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[1]Idiom: heart dipped in lard: had no conscience, a “blind heart”, apathetic

[2]Direct TL: but dying on the cat’s body, becoming a ghost was also joyous

[3]Direct TL: “Which Monkey year, horse month: generally referring to 12 year cycles. HRG is asking how many 12yr cycles it would take before he could hold the little monster

[4]“…Happiness came in threes”: direct translation: Happiness will follow two to make three


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SA Chapter 90 (Part 1) – The Embroiderer

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    Xiangshan and Hengdian World Studios are both located in Zhe Province (Zhejiang Province), with a distance of only approximately 100 kilometers[1]. At noon that day, Rong Xu directly told Luo Qian about the situation and asked her to cancel his flight back to B City for that evening.

     At three o’clock in the afternoon, Qin Cheng’s assistant arrived at Xiangshan Film and Television City, and the group headed back together towards Hengdian.

     Rong Xu also called to update Luo Zhentao, but he hadn’t finished speaking before Luo Zhentao laughed and interrupted: “I already knew by this morning. Xu Jin specifically called me first to ask about your itinerary. Xiao Xu, I heard Xu Jin say that there aren’t many scenes for that particular role. If the shoot goes smoothly, you should be able to finish in a week. Director Xu’s movie won’t start filming until two weeks later. Although I also want you to get some more rest beforehand, this movie…… is truly spectacular.”

     Rushing to another cast audition without a pause just after finishing one movie was considered a bit of an overload for any actor.

    Of course, there were also some actors who preferred to blaze through multiple dramas at the same time and rush from cast to cast in order to secure more works, make more money, and receive more exposure. However, this type of behavior was typically deemed shameless by others within the circle.

     Due to an actor cramming in multiple shoots (at the same time), crews would often have to adjust the filming schedules according to an actor’s availability, which was highly inconvenient (for everyone else). Moreover, cramming shoots could also easily cause problems for the actor’s state, making it so they couldn’t switch between the different roles.

     Normally, Rong Xu wouldn’t go around cramming shoots, and if he filmed The Embroiderer, he wouldn’t have any days to rest. However, as Luo Zhentao said, this film was a great opportunity. Having a chance to cooperate with international big-name directors, Film Emperors, and Film Empresses was truly a rare chance.

    Luo Zhentao said: “It was Mr. Qin who recommended you for this film.”

     Male No. 3 in The Embroiderer was originally a Chinese-American individual who had quite a bit of fame in the United States. In addition to his image and acting skills, He was chosen (for the role) because Old Liu wanted to borrow his popularity to gain access to the United States’ market.

     No one would complain about having too much money. Since this little fresh meat was quite famous in the United States, then they could let him act a bit, ba.

    Of course, Old Liu never expected that this little fresh meat would actually make anti-Chinese remarks on an American TV show two days prior. He was clearly born in Huaxia, and the blood in his body was of Huaxia origin, but after being nurtured to adulthood by the motherland, this ungrateful villain went and (switched his) nationality to another country’s without hesitation, and even dared to slander his motherland.

     “His parents are still in Huaxia. That little bastard brat isn’t afraid of being struck by lightning for his words!” Old Liu directly swore up a storm with the crew.

     Xu Jin told Luo Zhentao that, at that time, Old Liu was so angry he directly called up several of his industry friends, and many of them worked together to completely ban this little fresh meat from Huaxia’s Entertainment Industry. However, the other party’s anti-Chinese remarks had already long spread across Huaxia. Hundreds of millions of netizens scolded him, but he didn’t care, sporting a “I don’t even want your money” temperament.

    This was a prime example of “know one’s face but don’t know one’s heart”. The crew for The Embroiderer had given the other party a nice lump of signing bonus in the beginning. But now, the other party had broken the contract, flung the glass bottle into irreparable pieces, and it wasn’t known if the (other’s actions were) stimulated (by something).

     However, whatever stimulation (the previous Male No.3) received, Rong Xu naturally had no clue. Rong Xu only knew that Old Liu must have been stimulated into exploding.

     Originally, that little fresh meat should have arrived at the crew the day before, but now, his role was suspended and they had to recast for a new actor. For a large-scale production crew like this with thousands of people in the crew, every single day of delay costs another lump sum of money. But, how could Old Liu nitpick the costs? He continued to urge the producer to reach out to actors. He already auditioned three times yesterday. But, he wasn’t satisfied, so he continued to audition today.

    Though, how could it be easy to find an actor who fit his heart’s ideals and be able to start filming immediately. Many first-tier newcomers who met (the role’s) requirements responded to the recruitment one after another; everyone desired to be in Old Liu’s film, but Old Liu was strict in not allowing actors to cram multiple films together.

     Therefore, when Qin Cheng mentioned Rong Xu’s name today, Old Liu’s eyes lit up: “He has time?!”

     Qin Cheng nodded lighty, seemingly just mentioning it casually: “En, they just finished yesterday.”

     Old Liu hesitated when he heard this: “……just finished, isn’t that a bit too rushed?”

     The handsome and innocent appearing man smiled and asked in reply: “Old Liu, can you still find someone better than him?”

     Old Liu: “……”

    After thinking for a while, Old Liu suddenly felt like he’d been caught in the other party’s trap. The old man furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Qin Cheng, saying: “You didn’t deliberately set me up just now, did you? Qin Cheng, I heard about the situation where you went to present an award to Rong Xu. You must have specially gone to present him that award. Your relationship is so good, you’re obviously recommending him on purpose, right?”

     Old Liu and Qin Cheng had known each other for many years and their relationship could be considered long-time friends.

     It stood to reason that after being exposed, a normal individual would not only panic, but also feel guilty. However, Qin Cheng just raised his eyebrows and quietly curled up the corners of his lips. He gave a smirk and asked: “So… did you not want me to go invite him over?”

    Old Liu: “……”

     Xu Jin, who was watching silently from the side: “……”

     Finally, there was someone else in this world to share in his pain!

     After making the phone call at noon, Qin Cheng sent over the script of The Embroiderer to Rong Xu. In fact, since a long time ago, Qin Cheng had already revealed some of the script’s overarching plotline to Rong Xu. Simply put, this was a chaos-filled wuxia story taking place in the last few years of the Ming Dynasty.

     In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, wars infested the four seas, and the reigning dynasty of more than two hundred years was exhausted.

    Qin Cheng’s role was the commander of the Jinyiwei troops (Elite Guards)[2], Kong Chao,  who, after returning to the imperial court from an intel collecting mission, discovered that the brethren comrades around him began mysteriously dying off one by one. Everyone died from otherwise normal means. Some died from accidents and some died from mission failures. However, within a year, eleven of them died one after another, making Kong Chao feel a sense of abnormality.

     Then, one day, when Kong Chao returned home, a seriously injured comrade fled to him and died in his arms. Before dying, this man pointed at Kong Chao’s heart, but his tongue had already been cut off, so he could only stare at Kong Chao, dying with his eyes wide open.

    Following that, in order to discover the truth, Kong Chao began an in-depth series of investigations, but eventually became another piece in this intricate game of chess.

    Rong Xu’s role would be Zhu Molang, a prince of the current dynasty. Kong Chao’s Elite Guards’ loyalties lay with the Emperor, but the Emperor was getting on in age and the responsibility of Empire’s supervision and control was passed down to the prince. Before Kong Chao could find the source of the truth, Zhu Molang summoned him and asked about his recent bizarre behavior. After learning that the members of the Elite guard had been repeatedly dying one after another, he formally assigned Kong Chao to inquire about the truth of the situation.

     And so, from that moment on, Kong Chao dove deep into the waters, searching for the truth in an expanse of mist, and was unexpectedly directed towards an inconceivable direction.


[1]?_? So…… I grabbed a map and used a ruler, and I’m assuming the author used a straight-line measurement for the distance between the 2 locations instead of actual travel distance. Google Maps tells me it’s around at least 230km apart by car unless they meet up at nearby cities. But, even Ninghai to Dongyang (nearby cities) is around 190km apart. A straight-line measurement is approximately 120km

[2]Jin yi wei: Ming dynasty intelligence official and military officer. The term “Elite Guards” will be used for a smoother reader experience


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What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

WDBKFMGB Chapter 44 – Hugging You All Tightly

Hi all! Sorry about the unexplained absence. It was a sequence of inexplicable coincidences that rendered me both ill and temporarily one-handed for more than a week. LOL. Typing with one hand slowed me down to ¼ speed. Here’s chapter 44! Enjoy!


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     It appeared that singing really did have effects He Ruge couldn’t explain. Regardless of all else, it was already considered highly uncanny to be able to sing the otherwise energetic little monster to sleep.

     He Ruge looked at the fruit candy that was in his hand yet to be given and felt a little helpless. He carefully placed the fruit candy next to the little monster’s paws before quietly leaving Room 104.

     After exiting the game, He Ruge wrote for two hours. The songs (he) played in the background while he typed were all nursery rhymes, from “Under the Bridge in Front of the Door” to “Grandmother’s Bridge”. Not only did He Ruge learn to sing these nursery rhymes, but under the influence of the children’s songs, everything he wrote ended up especially lively and energetic.

     He Ruge, who just finished doing his research (on nursery rhymes), logged back into the game. He couldn’t wait to find Yellow Ferret in Room B6, but realizing it was lunch time, he couldn’t let the little monster go hungry. Thus, He Ruge took the nutrient solution and opened the door of Room 104.

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     The little monster inside the room was instantly awakened when he heard the sound of the door opening. When he saw that the person who entered was He Ruge, the little monster’s body relaxed. He rubbed his eyes with his paws, and the little monster asked in confusion: “How did I fall asleep?”

     “Did you sleep well?” He Ruge squatted down in front of the little monster and asked in a soothing voice.

     The little monster nodded: “Head doesn’t hurt anymore, and……” He hesitated for a moment, but didn’t complete the rest of his words.

     He Ruge didn’t stress about the little monster’s unspoken words. Instead, he handed the nutrient solution to the little monster, “This is your lunch, you can eat a fruit candy afterwards.” He used a finger and pointed to the candy next to the little monster’s paw, “Which flavors do you prefer to eat? This one is strawberry flavored. Next time, I can bring you candy with other flavors.”

     The little monster sniffed. After memorizing the scent of strawberry, he asked: “Any flavor is okay?”

     “As long as I have the flavor, I’ll give it to you.” The fruit candy selection in the Love Mall was rich in options, including apple, durian, cherry, orange, etc.

     “Then, I want you.” The little monster blurted out.

     He Ruge momentarily couldn’t react, “Want, want me?”

     The little monster nodded vigorously.

     He Ruge, who was shocked by the little monster’s wild demand, pointed to himself and asked: “What flavor am I?”

     “……Very sweet, sweeter than strawberry flavor.” When he bit into He Ruge’s fingertips the first time, an overpowering sweetness that transcended mountains and seas exploded out, blowing past all the defenses in his heart. He originally felt that for someone whose blood tasted so sweet, their entire person must also be sweet.

     “Just one lick, and the sweetness would linger in your mouth for a long time.” 

     The nights after He Ruge left, the sweetness would often still linger in his mouth. Whenever he was suffering from the gene altering injections, the sweetness on the tip of his tongue seemed to be a gentle compensation from the other party.

     “It’s very fragrant and doesn’t sting the nose at all. But, after smelling it once, nothing else smells fragrant anymore.” There was no longer any other smell that could stimulate him into a crazed hunger.

     The little monster stared at the person in front of him and came to a conclusion: “You are the best tasting flavor in the world.”

     Facing this large and intense white tiger, He Ruge weakly defended himself: “No, I don’t taste good.”

     The little monster hurriedly replied: “You taste the best.”

     Realizing that he couldn’t change the little monster’s perspective, He Ruge was afraid that the little monster would (take the opportunity to steal a) bite in order to prove his deliciousness on the spot, so he could only accept the little monster’s praise.

     ……Although he really didn’t want such a praise.

     “Okay then, although I’m very delicious, there is one thing I regret to tell little child Miao Miao. There is no such flavor choice among the fruit candies. Fruit candy only tastes like fruit; I am not a type of fruit, do you understand?” He Ruge coldly and ruthlessly broke the little monster’s fantastical desires.

     The little monster nodded regrettably. As his gaze fell on He Ruge’s bandaged hand, he obediently said: “I won’t eat you.” He was a good baby who knew his father was poor, so he took the initiative to give up buying snacks.

     He Ruge: “……”

     Miao Miao, father really wants to give you something delicious, but there is only one father. After eating, you will have no more ‘fathers’……

     Though, if the little monster really showed good behaviour, it wasn’t impossible to allow him one lick. He Ruge, who seemingly had no (moral) bottom line, looked at the little monster lovingly, “I have something to do and must leave first. I’ll come visit Miao Miao again in the afternoon.”

     The little monster watched He Ruge leave with a mouthful of fruit candy.

     When the door was completely shut, the little monster stared at the tightly closed door blankly, and his sharp tiger teeth suddenly clamped down, crushing the fruit candy into sand.

     Why must he leave?

     Why didn’t he stay with me?

     I already promised not to eat you, so why can’t you stay with me forever?

     Dark red vertical pupils faintly appeared, but before his emotions were about to go out of control, the sweetness on the tip of his tongue barely awakened the little monster’s last trace of reason. He buried his face in his paws and whimpered.

     Xi Guican, wake up, quickly.

     I’m so scared. I’m scared that I’ll end up doing something irreparable again.

    *

     He Ruge walked to Room B6. Yellow Ferret stood by the door and (used his body) to shield for He Ruge as he used one little heart to block the monitoring system. He cleared his throat a few times and then opened the door to Cell Number 1.

     Then, he froze in shock.

     It was because the occupant of cell number 1 was a little black puppy. He didn’t have yellow fur, but he had a pair of large grape-like eyes.

     When those big watery eyes looked over sparklingly, there was a familiar sense of curiosity and innocence within them.

     This was …… No.1.

     He Ruge covered his mouth in disbelief and stood stock still. The little black puppy enthusiastically approached and circled around He Ruge. His little nose twitched, and finally, No.1 latched onto He Ruge’s legs, blinking his eyes happily, and letting out a soft milky bark.

     His heart seemed to be filled with both sweet and sour grape-like emotions. He Ruge knelt down and embraced No.1 who was wagging his tail wildly, and he pressed his chin gently against No.1’s head, “I’m so sorry.”

     He looked into these black grape-like eyes and repeated “I’m sorry” over and over.

     Sorry, No.1, I owe you this hug.

     The little black puppy licked at He Ruge’s chin in a clingy manner, his little tongue lolling out with joy.

     After He Ruge sang for all the cubs, he was so tired that he could hardly walk. In fact, by the end, He Ruge barely had the strength to speak. It was a weakness stemming from the feeling of having his body hollowed out. His voice wasn’t even hoarse. He was just thoroughly exhausted.

     A bold theory flashed across his mind. He Ruge lifted up the legs of his trousers and found that the red streaks on his ankles were already so faint he could only barely see them.

     It appeared that singing consumed the energy accumulated by the bloodline pattern. However, like this, it meant that the singing was definitely effective and had high potential in increasing the survival rate of the experimental subjects.

     After He Ruge wearily went offline, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, as if he hadn’t slept in three days and three nights.

     The next time he awoke was seven in the evening. Machiney was condemning He Ruge’s extremely low word count efficiency on Penguin, so He Ruge turned off Penguin with a guilty conscience. After rapidly eating some takeout, he immediately logged back into the game to find the little monster.

     When he logged in this time, in addition to the nutrient supplement, He Ruge also brought along the medical kit. Every night, he had to give the little monster the injection. 

     Injecting the gene altering solution would speed up the little monster’s growth, and He Ruge couldn’t imagine how big the little monster would become by the end of this experiment.

     Would a towering and gigantic big white tiger still be meng?

     Age was truly the pig-killing knife [1], and he who carried the medical box was Age’s dog [2]. He Ruge, realizing his own identity (as Age’s borrowed hand), opened the door sadly and made eye contact with the little monster crouching by the door.

     The blankets originally piled up in the corner were all dragged to the door, and the little monster himself also moved from the innermost part of the room to the area beside the door.

     He Ruge suddenly recalled a video. When the owner left their house, the pets inside the house continued to guard the door, waiting from daylight to nightfall, from alert to lethargic. But, the moment the door opened, they would rush towards their delayed owner enthusiastically and give the owner their unreserved love.

     “Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time.” He Ruge bent down and whispered to the little monster.

     A pair of blue eyes glittered embarrassedly as they avoided He Ruge’s line of sight. The little monster dragged the bedding back into the corner. He stood back against the wall and faced He Ruge as he said: “I didn’t wait long.”

     His tiger tail swept across his bottom, and the little monster suddenly turned his head and said nervously: “Don’t stick the needle on my butt this time.” He lifted his paws and recommended: “You can stick it here.”

     He Ruge suppressed a smile and nodded in agreement.

     “Finish dinner first, then we’ll do the injection.” He Ruge unwittingly smiled after saying that. It sounded like he was trying to persuade the little monster to eat his last meal.

     The little monster didn’t understand why He Ruge was smiling, but this didn’t prevent him from admiring He Ruge’s smiling face. He took a sip of the nutrient solution and then sneaked a glance at He Ruge. This way, the nutrient solution he drank would taste sweet.

     After the little monster finished drinking the nutrient solution, He Ruge lowered his voice and said, “Miao Miao’s performance was very good today, so I want to give Miao Miao a reward.”

     The little monster looked at He Ruge expectantly.

     Under the gaze of those azure blue eyes, He Ruge suddenly felt like his next words were a little shady.

     Well, maybe more than a little.

     “After the injection, as long as Miao Miao and I stay in physical contact for a while, it won’t hurt.” He Ruge trampled his conscience so that he could lie in a serious manner to the little monster without guilt.

     The “Pain Nullifier” didn’t actually require the little monster to be in physical contact with him in order to be effective, but the little monster didn’t know that! This was a good opportunity to use nonsense to acquire benefits. If he simply let it go like this, he’d be missing a hundred million (opportunities).

     “Really?” The little monster couldn’t believe it.

     He Ruge seemed to hear the sound of his own conscience running away from home.

     “Really.” 

     He Ruge held up the little monster’s paws, and after injecting the gene altering solution, he quickly used the “Pain Nullifier” on the little monster.

[Use “Pain Nullifier” on No. 20]

     【Yes】

     【No】

[Please adjust the pain reduction value]

[Reduce the pain level to 0%]

     【Yes】

     【No】

     The moment he selected [Yes], He Ruge took a deep breath and mustered up the courage of “one who does not enter the tiger’s den shall not acquire a tiger cub”[3] and the fearless mentality that “the strong cannot look back” and firmly enveloped the little monster in a bear hug——

     The little monster has a cylindrical waist that couldn’t be fully embraced by two arms, snow-white fur that felt smoother than silk, and a warmth that pillows didn’t carry. He Ruge buried his face in the soft, thick tiger fur. With open arms, he hugged the little monster from behind.

     He could feel the little monster’s body suddenly stiffen, and the muscles beneath the layer of fur had tensed up from apprehension. He was also holding his breath.

     He Ruge, too, held his breath at the same time. 

He felt that he must have gone insane. The whole world had gone insane. He was hugging an absurdly enormous kitten, and the said kitten actually didn’t show any signs of struggle, obediently allowing him to hug it.

     With his cheeks sunken in the long, soft fur, He Ruge could hear his own heartbeat pounding in the environment that was so quiet, even the sounds of breathing had ceased.

     “……does it hurt?” The sound of the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. It was almost like he was asking about something questionable.

     After a long period of silence, the little monster also replied to him in a super quiet voice: “……it doesn’t hurt.”

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The author has something to say:

Little Theater: 

Little Monster: I’m not itchy, I didn’t wait a long time, I’m not shy

He Ruge: But I still love you very much

Little Monster: (Face fully flushed but thankfully it’s covered by fur) I’m not blushing

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[1]“pig-killing knife” internet slang referring to the effects and process of aging – mainly to do with wrinkles

[2] “he who carried the medical box was Age’s dog” – Author is saying that HRG is doing the dirty work for “Age” by injecting the growth speed-up into the Little White Tiger/Little Monster

[3]“one who does not enter the tiger’s den shall not acquire a tiger cub” If you do not take a huge risk, you cannot achieve a great victory


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SA Chapter 89 (Part 2) – Maze City, Complete~

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     Rong Xu’s voice contained a trace of unconcealed gentleness and faint fatigue. He gently stroked his old classmate’s hair as if earnestly coaxing a crying child.

     This was completely different from the last two shots!

     Previously, the Xue Jiazhe presented by Rong Xu only recited his line to Tan Yangxuan with a gentle appearance. He knew in his heart that he wasn’t qualified to be a teacher, but he also didn’t care. Thus, he had casually ignored Tan Yangxuan’s words. But now…… when he touched Tan Yangxuan’s hair and spoke those words in a self-deprecating manner, everything seemed to have changed.

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     Xue Jiazhe didn’t really have a sociopathic personality. He had emotions and feelings of affection. Thus, he understood the need to comfort those who were exhausted.

     Of course, a drunk person definitely wouldn’t be able to listen to his words, only grasping a few main points: “Really, I’m not stupid, of course I can be a professor. Come, Jiazhe, have another cup! Let’s drink another cup. If we’re not drunk, I won’t leave!”

     With that said, Tan Yangxuan picked up the thirteenth bottle of beer and downed it into his stomach. As soon as he finished drinking, he suddenly collapsed onto Xue Jiazhe and fell asleep, snoring loudly. There was no longer any trace of the heroic appearance when he said “Not drunk, won’t leave.”

     Xue Jiazhe put the glass of alcohol down with a calm expression, pushed the person off of him before tidying up the table, then finally…… grabbed Tan Yangxuan’s collar and dragged the entire person from the window sill into the bedroom. He expressionlessly dragged the person onto the bed and removed his shoes before pulling up the blanket. After a moment of deliberation, he pulled the blanket off again and opened the closet to look for a set of pajamas.

     The camera followed along beside Rong Xu, recording the glass specimen bottle hidden deep inside the closet. The right hand prop inside was extremely realistic as it floated in the center of the bottle of formalin[1], glowing with a faint green shine.

     With this, the longest continuous shot was complete.

     For the film, only the final piece of this scene remained to be shot.

     Bo Xiwen was still lying on the bed as a backdrop, but the cameraman was squatting in the closet to film Rong Xu from the inside out.

     On the screen, the cold and handsome young professor looked around for a while before appearing to have found something. In his hands was an extra set of pajamas. There was no expression on his cold face. 

     After taking out the clothes, he looked down towards the camera as the corner of his lips slightly curved upwards, revealing a smile without a trace of warmth.

     Then, the door closed.

     And the scene descended into darkness.

     Maze City was officially complete!

     Because the final scene was a night scene, everyone waited until nightfall before completing the shooting. When it was finished, it was already 9:30 in the evening, but no one felt tired or exhausted. As soon as it ended, everyone’s eyes brightened with excitement, and laughter filled the set.

     Rong Xu sat in the dressing room and allowed the makeup artist to help remove his makeup. While removing makeup, the artist sighed with emotion: “Rong Rong’s face is truly so good for applying makeup. Good skin and three-dimensional facial features. I don’t know if we’ll have a chance in the future to work together again.”

     Rong Xu had a good relationship with all the staff members, so this makeup artist’s tone was also very casual.

     Hearing this, Rong Xu smiled lightly: “There will definitely be another chance, Sister Zhao.”

     Everyone joked around a bit longer, and when Rong Xu finished removing his makeup, Bo Xiwen also finished removing his.

     Noticing Rong Xu, Bo Xiwen was momentarily taken aback and he stood awkwardly on the spot, unmoving for a long time. Seeing this, Rong Xu contemplated for a bit and then understood the other party’s meaning. He smiled and stepped forward, saying: “The last scene was just a convenient addition. Thank you for cooperating with me, Bo Xiwen.”

     Bo Xiwen gave a soft “en“, but avoided making eye contact with Rong Xu.

     Soon, Director Yuan came over and brought everyone to their final crew banquet together.

     During dinner, Rong Xu also downed a few glasses of alcohol. After all, since there were no more scenes to be filmed the following day, everyone drank their fill. Considering that Rong Xu had released “Lost Wings”, which opened a path for him to potentially double as a singer in the future, they only poured him a few drinks and didn’t really force him to drink in abundance.

     As for Director Yuan, Bo Xiwen, and the others, most had already collapsed onto the table and had to be supported back to the hotel by the assistants.

     Rong Xu and Luo Qian walked towards the hotel together and ran into many of the staff members along the way. Everyone greeted him happily. Several staff members even took out their cell phones to take a group photo and then asked for autographs. Rong Xu accepted all of them.

     On the serene path, the stream of people gradually dwindled, and only the cool June evening breeze blew about, blowing away one’s frustrations.

     Luo Qian hugged her small bag and asked curiously: “Xiao Xu, why did you suddenly touch Bo Xiwen’s head at the end? I was so shocked. I didn’t expect you to add this movement without warning…… but the effect was pretty good. Director Yuan was very satisfied and also didn’t call any more NGs.”

     Rong Xu raised his gaze and said with a smile: “Isn’t it enough that Director Yuan is satisfied?”

     Luo Qian nodded: “En, as long as the director is satisfied, I, too, think that’s good enough. It truly was better than the previous two takes.”

     The two chatted for a while as they entered the hotel. Luo Qian confirmed with Rong Xu regarding the next evening’s flight before parting ways at the elevator.

     After Rong Xu returned to his room, he washed up a bit, and because he was tipsy from drinking some alcohol, he quickly fell asleep. When he next opened his eyes, it was already noon.

     With his left hand propping himself up on the large soft bed, the youth gradually woke up. Two of the buttons on his pajamas were loose and the clothes slid down with his movements, revealing a significant amount of his tender white shoulders. Rong Xu lowered his gaze and stared at the blanket quietly, seemingly yet to have regained awareness, until…… his phone suddenly began vibrating crazily.

     His heart seized for a second and Rong Xu was instantly completely awake. He quickly picked up his phone, and suddenly saw more than 30 missed calls!

     “Qin Cheng, why did you suddenly call me so many times……en, I’m still in Xiangshan, flying back to B City this evening, why…… You, wait, I don’t quite understand what you mean, I just finished yesterday. But, in two weeks, I’m joining another crew to film a work directed by Director Xu Sheng……”

     A man’s deep, magnetic voice came through the phone: “Hengdian and Xiangshan are very close. Should I have an assistant drive over to pick you up?”

     Rong Xu asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: “…… Can (it) really finish filming within two weeks?”

     Qin Cheng said in a hushed voice: “It’s just the audition.”

     Rong Xu didn’t reply to this statement. He laid back down on the bed and buried himself in the soft pillows, laughing softly: “You’re not giving me any time to rest, aren’t you afraid I’ll be exhausted?”

     “I believe in you.” 

     Just one phrase, “I believe in you”, made the smile lingering on Rong Xu’s lips deepen.

     Qin Cheng having Rong Xu participate in the audition indicated that there were definitely not many scenes for that role, and Rong Xu would be able to finish filming all (the potential scenes) within two weeks. Moreover, he had said that he ‘believes in Rong Xu’, that is to say, he believed Rong Xu wouldn’t constantly NG, believed that Rong Xu would not be pressed for time (if he took up this film), and perhaps also believed in his own ability to take care of his beloved youth.

     From outside the window came the sounds of bird calls as they echoed through the hills. Rong Xu’s eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips curved up: “Tonight, I want to see you.”

     In Hengdian Film and Television City, a certain tall, handsome man suddenly paused his footsteps, his right hand holding a cell phone and his eyes trembling slightly.  A smile quietly  appeared on his face. A while later, he said in a low voice to the person on the other side (of the phone): “Okay.”

     A minute later, Qin Cheng’s assistant set out directly from Hengdian World Studios and drove towards Xiangshan.

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Footnotes:

Brief description of Formalin: an aqueous solution of formaldehyde gas, generally used for preserving tissue samples, disinfecting surfaces, etc. Has a really strong smell 😦 colorless/light green/yellow in color. Formalin is a fixative, which means it prevents tissue breakdown and rot, and hardens tissues for easier processing. Hemoglobin (in red blood cells) gets converted to a tan color Hematin which is why preserved tissues are that weird green brown color. If you sit in an anatomy lab for a while, you’ll smell like it the whole day QWQ


“HENGDIAN AND XIANGSHAN ARE VERY CLOSE” – Qin Cheng

TL note: No mountains high enough, no rivers wide enough to keep QC from RX

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 43 – Giving You a Name

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     He Ruge smelled the distinct aura of an incoming boss fight when the two new rare items appeared. He put away “Who is the murderer” and used the “Upgraded File Save Assistant” to change his last save point.

     He still had one remaining chance to save anytime, anywhere [1]. The only limitation was that the file reading time would be considerably long. 

     He Ruge brushed through his library of knowledge. He would learn 300 nursery rhymes today and find a chance to sing it to all the cubs in the Ice Project. According to Ruan Ruan, even humming a few lines was effective. If he sang three times for each experimental subject, it should be able to improve their overall survival rate.

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     After thinking through his plans for the three Ice Project participation chances, He Ruge bought a piece of fruit candy, planning to feed it to the little monster.

     He shouldn’t let physiological fear block his chances at petting a tiger.

     Although the little monster had grown big enough that he should technically be called “big monster”, his temperament was still the same as a child’s. However, He Ruge still referred to him simply as the little monster because no matter how big the little monster grew, in He Ruge’s heart, he will forever be a little broken bear child.

     He pushed open the door of Room 104 and saw the little monster laying on the bedding. The new bedding gifted yesterday was already almost too small for the little monster, and his whip-like tiger tail had to be closely attached to his butt in order to not fall off the side.

     A pair of silver-white Zerg wings were strewn across the floor. When the little monster saw He Ruge, the Zerg wings unconsciously trembled lightly. The slight vibration of the wing tips was comparable to joy sprouting from the tip of one’s heart.

     He Ruge supported himself with the wall and walked a few steps. Under the gaze of the fierce tiger eyes, he tried his best to maintain a facade of calmness and sat down half a meter from the little monster. He Ruge had never sat in such an upright posture before, back straight and shoulders desperately clenched, tensed until his collarbone felt like it was about to pop out.

     “It seems we haven’t properly introduced each other before. My name is He Ruge, what is your name?” He Ruge asked. Since Little White Tiger was called Xi Guican, then the little monster must also have a name.

     Calling the little monster a “little monster” in his heart was okay, but if he suddenly blurted out “little monster” while chatting, it would be extremely awkward. After all, “little monster” wasn’t exactly the same as calling him “little cutie”, and it always felt a little derogatory and disrespectful.

     No one wished to be called a “monster” by others.

     The little monster’s big head was pressed down on its two sharp claws, and his blue eyes were tilted upwards to look at He Ruge. From this angle, a trace of innocence seemed to shine through the otherwise fierce looking eyes. 

     He was silent for a while before saying with uncertainty: “I don’t seem to have a name.”

     No name?

     How could he have no name? Did he perhaps forget his name? But the little monster did not go through brainwashing and shouldn’t have forgotten his own name.

     “Is ‘A Name’, this kind of thing, important?” The youthful low and horse voice of a boy going through his voice changing period sounded out.

     “Of course it’s important. Let me put it this way. If you didn’t know my name, how would you let me know to look backwards and find you in a bustling crowd?” He Ruge didn’t have a deeper  explanation, he only gave a hypothetical scenario of the simplest use for a name: “If you can’t find me, you can just call my name. If I hear it, I will definitely respond. Do you think a name is important?”

     The little monster let out a thoughtful hum, “Then, you should give me one.”

     “Ah?”

     Under He Ruge’s stunned gaze, the little monster said seriously: “Since a name is very important, you can give me one.”

     “I don’t have this right. A name is a very important thing. I’m not your parent nor your master. How can I name you?”

     The little monster replied: “But I don’t have parents, let alone a master.”

     “Then you should give yourself one. My name was given to me by myself.” He Ruge didn’t want to help give the little monster a name because he always felt that naming was a matter of great significance (in one’s lifetime). It was giving someone a new life and identity, and also a responsibility that cannot be brushed off once accepted.

     The little monster shook his head and whispered softly: “But, I always mess up important things. I’m so stupid. The name I come up with will definitely not be good.”

     Such a large white tiger stood with its head bowed in the corner, appearing like a little cub.

     “Everyone makes mistakes, no one person is born perfect at everything. It doesn’t matter if you mess something up, you can fix it if you know it’s wrong. If the name doesn’t sound good, there’s no need to worry, we can always change it.” He Ruge coaxed in a gentle voice.

     However, the little monster refused to listen, pretending to be deaf and mute. A bad personality cannot be corrected overnight. After listening to He Ruge’s long tirade, the little monster stubbornly said: “You give me one.”

     He Ruge: “…”

     Really want to twist this broken wild child’s ears and teach him a lesson.

     He Ruge could only take a step back: “Then let’s do this, I’ll give you a nickname.”

     The little monster tilted his head in confusion, “What’s a nickname?”

     “It’s an informal name usually given to a child. People who are close can call each other by their nicknames. Once you grow up, you can choose your formal name by yourself.

     The little monster furrowed his brows and retorted: “But I’m not a child.”

     He Ruge: “…”

     Baby, do you think you are mature right now?

     The little monster stared at his own big claws and fell into deep thought. After a while, he compromised and said, “fine, then what is my nickname?”

     Little White (Xiao Bai)? Big White (Da Bai)? Dog egg (Gou Dan)? Fat tiger (Pang Hu)?

     No, those all seem too incompatible. Actually, He Ruge thought “little devil” (Xiao huai huai), “Brute” (Xiong Xiong), and “Bitey” (Yao Yao) were all suitable for the little monster. But, a nickname should have a better connotation. They could go with “Miao Miao”.

(Miao Miao) sounded like meow meow, and this nickname contained a plethora of water[2], which could hopefully reduce little monster’s explosive, fiery temper.

     “How about Miao Miao?”

     The little monster called out meow meow once and asked in confusion what it meant.

     “Three water 水 characters combined make a Miao 淼. Stretch out your paws, I’ll draw it on your palms, okay?” He Ruge, who was originally only trying to explain the meaning of the word, suddenly noticed the two large fluffy paws and immediately decided to “grab” the opportunity to touch the little white tiger[3].

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     The little monster retracted his sharp claws and hesitantly reached out his big paws towards He Ruge. The firm, strong front paws were bigger than He Ruge’s two hands combined.

     Viewed from an angle, the claws were like small snow-capped mountains, the lines from paw to arm were similar to the rise and fall of mountain tops. The thick, snow-white fur was shiny and smooth, and at a glance it was clear that this dense hair reflected a robust and fully furred tiger.

     It must feel very nice and smooth……

     He Ruge turned the little monster’s paws over using both hands so that the pink fleshy pad that was larger than his palms was facing upwards and visible before him. He Ruge’s hand touched the paw pad shakily. He gave the little monster’s dense, bouncy paw pads a few trembling pokes and examined the little monster’s reactions with a psychological shadow of guilt.

     The little monster stared at He Ruge with a blank expression, “Write, ba, It doesn’t itch.”

     When his fingertips landed on the paw pad and drew out the first stroke, the little monster suddenly exhaled, and his long tiger whiskers trembled along. This sudden movement made He Ruge reflexively retract his hand as he looked at the little monster, fearing that the little monster would bite him.

     Seeing He Ruge’s frightened reaction, the little monster closed his mouth gloomily and was silent for a while before he said with a huff: “It doesn’t itch, and I…… also won’t bite you.”

     He Ruge, who received a promise from the little monster, breathed a sigh of relief; his expression a bit sheepish. In truth, he also felt that his reaction was both offensive and hurtful. The little monster was willing to give him the pads of his paws, which was equivalent to a porcupine hiding all its quills, presenting its vulnerable flesh to another.

     His actions definitely hurt the little monster’s heart.

     He Ruge felt very remorseful when he considered this possibility. He quietly glanced at the morose little monster and decided to quickly make up for his mistake.

     “Miao Miao.” He Ruge softly called out the little monster’s nickname. Under the little monster’s oblivious gaze, he gave a “kiss on the hand” onto the pink fleshy paw pad.

     A thumb was placed on the paw pad, and pale pink lips kissed the finger, but from the little monster’s perspective, it looked like He Ruge was giving his palm a tender kiss.

     Perhaps it was because this kiss was too soft, lighter than a feather and gentler than a breeze, and his own paws were too rough to feel this softness, the little monster didn’t even have enough time to feel it before the person in front of him already lifted his head and gave a crescent-eyed smile.

     “Miao Miao~” he called out with a laugh.

     The little monster stared at He Ruge in a daze, and his tiger ears trembled as if it were being tickled.

     He seems to have…… somewhat understood the importance of a ‘Name’. Having a name that belonged to oneself, a name that could be called gently by the person in front of him, was indeed a very, very good thing.

     If time could stop at this moment, then there would no longer be a monster in the world, only Miao Miao.

     When He Ruge saw that the little monster looked happy again, his heart relaxed and he continued to write “Miao” stroke by stroke on his paw pad.

     “Miao Miao, means I hope you can be gentle as water.” He Ruge explained.

     The little monster stared at the center of his paws, his paws still seemed to contain a tingling itch. He shook his tiger ears and said to He Ruge: “Then, I’ll only be gentle to you, okay?”

     A big, gentle kitty?

     He Ruge smiled and said: “Okay.”

     He seemed to have found some joy in raising the little monster, too. The violent and fierce little monster, the little monster who was used to tearing apart his prey with sharp claws, would only bow his head for him, would only allow him to touch his paws and belly, and only allow him to pet. The overall feeling was one simple word —

     Satisfied.

     Although he could only touch his paws and didn’t dare touch his head, He Ruge still found a mysterious sense of happiness. He refrained from continuing to pinch his paws and said to the little monster: “Then, let me sing a song for Miao Miao.”

     The little monster perked up his ears in anticipation.

     He could test the golden finger on the little monster; plus, He Ruge really wanted to sing for the obedient little monster.

     What song would be best?

     Looking at the little monster’s sky-like blue eyes, He Ruge suddenly remembered the night he took the little white tiger and the little rabbit to see the starry skies. The starry sky that evening was like a jewelry box tipped over onto a sheet of black velvet. The stars were dazzling and beautiful without compare.

     “Twinkling and sparkling, a sky filled with stars hanging in the sky to shine, like thousands of tiny dazzling eyes.”[4]

     The little monster lay quietly on the bedding and listened to the singing of the people in front of him. He stared fixedly at He Ruge’s eyes which seemed to light up, and his mind pictured a brilliant expanse of starry sky.

     “The sun slowly sinks to the west, and the crows slowly fly home in groups [5]. The stars blink their little eyes, twinkling and shining until dawn.”

     Everyone had become a star, whether it was Golden Python, Little Rabbit, Crow, or the experimental subjects who had followed after Crow. They flew up to the stars and no longer had to endure the struggles of the world.

     “Twinkle twinkle little star, a sky filled with stars hanging in the sky to shine……”

     All the feelings of pain fell into a deep slumber. It was a sense of peace and comfort the little monster had never felt before. His blue eyes gradually closed, and he quietly fell asleep.

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[1]Recall that in chapter 23, HRG only had 1 remaining save opportunity.

[2]Miao Miao: 淼淼 is made up only of “water” 水, which is believed to signify calm and peace

[3]“Claw”, “paw”, “grab/grasp” are all possible translations for the same word 爪

[4]Stars Song first appeared in Chapter 29, He Ruge sang this for the Little Rabbit qwq

[5]A group of crows is called a ‘murder of crows’ uwu


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SA Chapter 89 (Part 1) – Maze City, Complete~

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     From beginning to end, Maze City took only 2 months to film.

     For an action, suspense movie, the filming of this work went very smoothly. Among the cast members, except for Ren Shuzhi’s acting skills being common, the two leading actors who had the most scenes performed well and rarely NG’d. Director Yuan also didn’t expect the filming to be completed one week earlier than expected. But even so, the crew members didn’t dare slack off.

     Rong Xu was the first to arrive at the crew, and Bo Xiwen was the second. Within half an hour, the sky gradually brightened, and Director Yuan and other staff members entered the set one after another to prepare for the last few scenes.

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     In the scenes filmed yesterday, the criminal had already been apprehended and brought to justice. The criminal had crazily repeated the phrase “they deserved to die” and in the end, the judge made the final decision and sentenced him to the death penalty.

     The serial murder cases that haunted Hai Cheng for more than a year were finally over. Tan Yangxuan received a high-level honor and was promoted to Bureau Captain. Xue Jiazhe returned to school and continued to teach every day as the youngest professor.

     Everything seemed to have come to a close, until one day, while Xue Jiazhe was in class, a tall and handsome man sneaked in through the back door of the classroom hunched over. When he saw this scene, Xue Jiazhe’s words paused, and the “student” who sneaked into the classroom smiled and waved at him with white toothed grin.

     At the podium, the genteel and handsome man smiled slightly before continuing his lecture.

     That was the scene filmed yesterday. Today, Tan Yangxuan would look for Xue Jiazhe after class. 

     Similar to the beginning of the movie, Professor Xue was quite poisonous to this old classmate of his, but this time, Tan Yangxuan gave a small laugh: “No cases. Where would so many cases come from? I can’t come see you if there aren’t any cases?”

     The eyes of all the crew members were gathered on the center of the set. There, the cold and elegant young professor raised his eyebrows and said quietly: “You came to see me?” No matter how one listened, the end of his tone carried a hint of laughter.

     In the past two months of performing, Rong Xu had practically completely become Xue Jiazhe.

     Whenever the camera started running, as long as he stood there, one would never connect this individual with the gentle and friendly Rong Xu. He was calm and indifferent, seemingly polite, but distanced himself from everyone. A pair of apathetic eyes were hidden behind the frames of his glasses, appearing as though he could see through everyone’s mind.

     Except for this old classmate of his, he never truly laughed for anyone else.

     Facing Xue Jiazhe’s almost sarcastic rhetorical question, Tan Yangxuan smiled heartily and grabbed his friend as he walked.

     They bought a ton of beer and then went to Xue Jiazhe’s apartment to drink together. It was pretty much only Tan Yangxuan drinking. Xue Jiazhe drank little, and when he (felt he) drank too much, he (stopped and) listened to this old classmate reminisce about the past.

     “I remember when I first entered the school, all the girls in the class liked you…… Oh that’s not right, all the girls in the school liked you. I was so jealous, haha. Not just me though, Liu Zi, Er Chen, were also jealous of you. How come so many beautiful senior sisters and underclassmen were attracted to you, such a waste[1]

     Xue Jiazhe drank beer calmly and said: “It is such a waste.”

     Tan Yangxuan didn’t have the capacity to care about him, having long since gone dizzy in his drunken state. He continued to talk: “In my junior year, I didn’t expect my old man would force me to drop out of school to take the police academy exam, otherwise, I would be the same as you guys, a white-collar worker. Being a professor is also pretty good……”

     Xue Jiazhe lifted his hand to push up his glasses, and his thin lips slightly curved upwards: “Actually, it might be difficult for you to become a university professor.”

     Hearing those words, Tan Yangxuan suddenly put down his beer bottle and leaned in towards Xue Jiazhe. This scene was captured in the eyes of all the staff members (standing) next to the set, as their eyes widened one by one, staring intently in concentration.

     This scene, at current, was on its third take. Bo Xiwen was already painted with a ‘drunken’ makeup and fully presented the behaviors of a drunkard, but Director Yuan wasn’t satisfied. This was the last scene, but the scene couldn’t be shot smoothly, which caused a headache for everyone in the crew.

     Now, Bo Xiwen again leaned towards Rong Xu, staring straight at his old classmate like an old ruffian. His cheeks were red tinged, and his eyes were squinted. He stared at Rong Xu as if he could see through him. After staring for a long time, he suddenly laughed and asked: “Am I really that stupid…… “

     Up until this point in the plot, none of the audience members knew that Xue Jiazhe was the real serial murderer. Those words spoken by Tan Yangxuan just now were actually a flash of inspiration by the screenwriter and changed last minute. Yesterday, when they changed the script, (the scriptwriter) had said specifically: “This is a double entendre. Take a guess, does he know who is the real murderer?”

     Perhaps even the screenwriter himself didn’t know the answer. Logically, according to Tan Yangxuan’s character, he really shouldn’t know that Xue Jiazhe was the murderer, otherwise he would definitely bring the other party to justice. 

     But perhaps, there was always an intuitive sense deep in his heart that told him Xue Jiazhe was the murderer. It’s just that he himself didn’t even know, and only when he was drunk would he subconsciously say such words.

     However, hearing those words, the pair of phoenix eyes hidden behind the glasses slightly flickered, but Xue Jiazhe’s tender face didn’t fluctuate.

     Following that was the part Director Yuan continuously NG’d.

     Every time Rong Xu finished that particular line, Director Yuan would unsatisfactorily (call out an) NG, yet no one could tell what was wrong with it. Director Yuan himself only felt it wasn’t good enough, and if you asked him, he couldn’t suggest ways to improve it either.

     Many staff members were already sighing in their hearts, expecting another NG.

     However, they watched on as Rong Xu slightly tilted the corners of his lips, revealing a helpless smile. So far, there was no difference between this scene and the previous two NG scenes, but it was at exactly the next moment when he suddenly stretched out his right hand and patted Bo Xiwen’s short, frizzy hair. He gently shook his head and said with a smile: “I don’t know if you’re stupid, but Ah Xuan, teaching and educating people is a very exhausting and heavy responsibility. I shouldn’t be bearing this, this responsibility…… and neither should you carry it.”

     Among the onlookers, Luo Qian’s eyes slowly widened.

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Footnotes:

  1. “Such a waste”: Direct translation: truly not cherishing properly

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 42 – Calling on Ruan Ruan

Title: aka: “I Choose you! Ruan Ruan!”

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Yellow Ferret looked blankly into space silently, as if gazing at a person who would never return[1]. After a long while, he brought He Ruge to the staff dormitory and then said to He Ruge: “My name is Huang Ding Xu. Speak, Why are you looking for me.”

     “To save people.” He Ruge said without hesitation.

     “Save who?”

     “All the experimental subjects of the Ice Project.”

 Yellow Ferret examined He Ruge from top to bottom and sneered: “Just because you say so? Do you know what terrifying organization is controlling the Starry Sea Orphanage? A mayfly wishes to shake a tree, and a mantis wishes to block a car with its arms, but will never succeed.”

     “Because I could awaken your memories and because I have other cards left on the table.” He Ruge paused and looked straight into Yellow Ferret’s eyes. “And it’s not only me; there’s also you. I know that the organization behind Starry Sea Orphanage is terrifying, so I’m not asking you to take action. You just need to let me participate in the Ice Project like normal. Saving people will be my responsibility.”

     “What exactly is your identity?” Yellow Ferret asked.

     Of course, He Ruge could never tell Yellow Ferret that he was a player, so he pretended to be mysterious and said: “You don’t need to know who I am, just know I wish to save people.”

“If Scorpion finds out through the monitor room that I let you in, we will both die.” Yellow Ferret’s (attitude) was so calm that it was almost cold-blooded.

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     “I can block the monitors.” Hearing these words, Yellow Ferret’s pursed lips moved slightly. He was silent for a while before saying slowly: “Even if the monitors were blocked, there would be many unexpected situations. Sorry, I am someone who’s selfish and afraid of death.”

     He Ruge’s heart sank. He thought that Yellow Ferret would be like Crow, full of hatred for the Starry Sea Orphanage and couldn’t wait to risk his life in order to blow up this broken orphanage.

     A rare prop item was wasted in exchange for this kind of result?

His mind was a bit messy as He Ruge turned around and walked out of this room slowly. 

Don’t be discouraged, complaining (after the fact) was the most useless thing. It was him who didn’t think things through beforehand ……

     “……Wait a minute.” Yellow Ferret’s call came from behind.

     He Ruge turned back and saw Yellow Ferret’s complicated expression: “Can you really block the monitors?”

     After He Ruge nodded, Yellow Ferret squatted down and pillowed his head in his hands. He desperately grabbed at his hair and said with a tone of great determination: “Three times. I’ll only allow you to participate in the Ice Project three times.” Bloodshot veins covered his slightly yellow eyes and Yellow Ferret gritted his teeth: “Siren, I am a small person.

     “Apologies.”

Receiving Yellow Ferret’s promise, He Ruge breathed a sigh of relief. Although only being able to participate in the Ice Project three times sounded very little, it was still much better than not being able to participate at all.

     Now, (he had to figure out) a plan for those three participation opportunities, and the first thing he needed to know was how to help the Ice Project’s experimental subjects survive.

     There were a total of 20 experimental subjects in the Ice Project session that He Ruge participated in. Upon the conclusion of the experiment, only the little rabbit and the little white tiger survived.

     Why did Little Rabbit and Little White Tiger survive? The little white tiger was the main capture target character of this romance game and was also a monster who will eventually destroy everything. Thus, no matter what he experienced, the little white tiger would survive till the end, just like the protagonist’s halo of invincibility.

Therefore, he shouldn’t consider the little white tiger. Instead, he had to understand why the little rabbit could survive. Was there something special about the little rabbit?

He Ruge walked to the staff accommodations on the first floor and opened up his backpack, staring at the little Goblin Ball.

  If you don’t understand, ask. 

Though he didn’t want to wake Little Rabbit if he could help it, this was an important business matter, so it was time to bother the cute little rabbit for a bit!

     The little Goblin Ball that was barely as big as his palm was laying in He Ruge’s hand. The little rabbit was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and his long rabbit ears covered his eyes like a sleeping mask.

     He Ruge stretched out a finger and cautiously poked the little Goblin Ball. The Goblin Ball swayed like a Daruma, but the little rabbit inside just wouldn’t wake up.

“Ruan Ruan?” He Ruge called out softly.

     The two little rabbit ears didn’t hear anything outside the glass, only concerned with continuing his lazing nap. No matter how He Ruge called or poked, he was still dead asleep.

     A confused He Ruge clicked on the Goblin Ball’s status and examined the phrase “Go, Pikachu!” back and forth three times.

     ……Impossible, this broken game wouldn’t be this shameless, right. Was it really necessary to yell out this kind of middle-schooler line to wake up little goblin Ruan Ruan?

To call or not to call was the question.

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Actually, this line wasn’t particularly shameful. At any rate, it wasn’t “I choose you, Rabbit Ruan Ruan!” A gentleman didn’t nitpick such trivial matters. Besides, there was nobody nearby; shouting slogans for the greater cause in a place unseen by others wasn’t a big deal.

     “Ahem. Go, Pikachu!” (TM)

Two rabbit ears lazily perked upright, and (Ruan Ruan) let out a long yawn. He rubbed his slightly red eyes and looked at He Ruge sleepily. 

Then, he was shocked by He Ruge who suddenly became a “giant” and very literally “jumped in shock”. 

Ruan Ruan was so startled he jumped out of the Goblin Ball and stood in He Ruge’s palm as he stammered: “wa, waaa, you, you are…… Siren?!” Even his originally fluttering wings came to a standstill as Ruan Ruan looked up at He Ruge stupidly.

The thumb-sized little goblin Ruan Ruan warmed He Ruge’s heart.

He Ruge even lightened his tone and calmed the shocked Ruan Ruan, saying warmly: “En, it’s me.”

Waaaa~ Siren!” Little wings flapped excitedly and Ruan Ruan flew in front of He Ruge’s face, glomping onto He Ruge’s ear and gave a kiss. He said happily: “Siren, Siren, Siren! I really really wanted to see you~ I’ve been staying with mommy and daddy, but I couldn’t see Siren no matter how I looked.”

He Ruge cupped his hand under his ear, for fear that Ruan Ruan would accidentally fall off of his ear if he wasn’t careful: “I also missed Ruan Ruan.”

“This time, there is something I want to ask Ruan Ruan; Ruan Ruan must answer me seriously, okay. If your answer is good, I’ll give Ruan Ruan a fruit candy that’s even bigger than half your size, okay?”

     The temptation of a super-sized fruit candy was extremely high, and Ruan Ruan desperately nodded, agreeing continuously.

     “Can Ruan Ruan tell me, when you were in the isolated room and put on the metal helmet, did your head hurt after wearing it; how uncomfortable was it? Was it always uncomfortable, or did it suddenly one day not feel uncomfortable anymore?”

 Ruan Ruan grew tired from flying and directly sat on He Ruge’s palm as he replied earnestly: “When I first put on that helmet, my head would hurt. Not only did my head hurt but my whole body also hurt. It was so painful I wanted to die. But later, ah……”

A pair of red agate eyes sparkled as it lingered on He Ruge. Ruan Ruan spoke sweetly: “After Siren sang for me, my head didn’t hurt much anymore.”

     Sang?

He Ruge was taken aback when he heard those words. He had sung for the little rabbit before, but it was when “Your Exclusive Lover” was not yet a holographic game, and there was no voice communication function when interacting with the NPCs. At that time, he had casually hummed a few words into the screen. Was his singing somehow captured by the game?

     “Then does Ruan Ruan remember what song I sang at that time?” He Ruge himself couldn’t explain his current emotions as he waited in anticipation for Ruan Ruan’s answer.

     Ruan nodded vigorously and proudly said: “Of course I remember! Ruan Ruan is quite smart~” He swayed his head along as he began to sing: “Good little bunny, open the door~ Quickly, quickly, open up, I want to come in~[2]

     He Ruge was stunned speechless.

So, that is to say, when he talked into the screen initially, all the NPCs in the game could hear him? This discovery was truly illogical and yet somehow within expectations. After all, even a holographic game appeared. There was nothing this broken game couldn’t do.

     “No, no, I won’t open. Mother’s not back yet, I won’t open~” Ruan Ruan, who was singing happily abruptly froze. He looked left and right and whispered: “Where’s mother? Where’s my mother?”

     “Mother had to go out for something and will be back soon. Don’t be afraid, Ruan Ruan.” He Ruge put Ruan Ruan back into the little Goblin Ball and then spent a little heart to buy a fruit candy, putting the fruit candy together (with the Little Rabbit) into the little Goblin Ball. 

He gently touched Ruan Ruan’s head with his fingertips, and said softly: “Ruan Ruan did very good this time. Thank you, Ruan Ruan. Ruan Ruan can hold the candy and have a good rest now. I wish you a sweet night’s dream.”

When Ruan Ruan returned to the Goblin Ball, sleepiness swept over him, and the little rabbit gave a mumbled Bye Bye before falling into deep sleep.

     He Ruge looked at the Goblin Ball in his palm and sighed softly. Through this dialogue with Ruan Ruan, he realized that his golden finger in this game might be “Singing”.

     And his true identity really was a Merperson.

     This game had many inexplicable blood-chilling and terrifying details. 

His bloodline pattern would burn when it encountered the little monster, and 8Legs had once said that only when a monster encountered its natural enemy, would their bloodline pattern transmit warning signals.

If he encountered a tiger monster in reality, it was normal for the bloodline pattern to glow. However, he had encountered the little monster in a game. Was this holographic game so realistic that it could even confuse the “Monster bloodline pattern”?

     Although He Ruge didn’t fully understand ‘Monsters’, he still had some knowledge of “merpeople.” From ancient to present times, regardless of Chinese and Western mythology, stereotypes of Mermaids, Sirens, and Naiads included “A beautiful face” and “A moving singing voice.”

Thus, was the golden finger given by the game just a coincidence, or was it related to his identity? If it is really related to his identity, then this game was truly too unfathomable. The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became, and He Ruge suddenly recalled the rare prop item he had pulled before: The “Fate’s Calling Card”. 

The item had said he had a “Koi’s fate”. [3]

Were there really this many coincidences?

All the NPCs in the game also had flesh and blood. With everything being so realistic, was this really just a game?

He Ruge put the Goblin Ball away and stopped thinking about these problems that were making him go bald. Since 8Legs already said that he is an explosively lucky Koi Merperson and will not personally encounter any unfortunate situations, he will just regard this game as an opportunity. After all, he had already developed an attachment to No. 20 and many of the other characters in the game. To force him to stop playing this game, he couldn’t do it either.

     As the saying went, blessings were not a curse, while misfortunes cannot be avoided. He should just cherish his time playing games. Being human, achieving happiness was the most important thing.

Thinking of the Fate’s Calling Card, He Ruge realized that he hadn’t opened up any Pink Gacha Eggs in the past few days, so he pulled out two rare items in one go.

     [Name]: Who is the Murderer [4]

     [Quality]: Rare

     [Evaluation]: Fish-lipped mortals[5], can you guess which bastard started the Starry Sea Orphanage? Can you tell the difference between the puppet and the mastermind? There is always only one truth, and the murderer is not him!

     [How to use]: Use this item on someone you think is the murderer, and “Who is the Murderer” will tell you “yes” or “no”

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     [Name]: Upgraded File Save Assistant 

     [Quality]: Rare

     [Evaluation]: Don’t you think the original file save option is too restrictive? It can only be activated under certain conditions. After using this upgraded assistant, you can save anytime, anywhere

     [Limitations]: The loading time for saved files will be very long~

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[1]Gazing at a person who would never return: a longing expression

[2] Good little bunny song Reference: Chapter 17

[3]Koi’s Fate: Reference: Chapter 26

[4]‘Murderer’ is used loosely here and is a reference to a game. You can think of it more accurately as “Who is the Perpetrator”

[5] “Fish lips” is an internet slang for “Foolish”, which is a homonym with fish lips.

Good little bunny song: Chapter 17

Koi Fate, Fate’s Calling Card: Chapter 26


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What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

WDBKFMGB Chapter 41 – To Save or Not to Save

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Although He Ruge’s right hand, which had been bitten by the little monster, was sprayed (with the medical spray) to stop the bleeding, the wound itself didn’t heal, and pain sensation inside the holographic game was 100% retained. He contemplated for a bit and decided to go to the infirmary to find out the Medicine-seeking rat. 

Using the universal key card rare prop, He Ruge arrived at the infirmary without a hitch. 

The Medicine-seeking rat was sitting on his desk, the light brain screen on his neck projected into the darkness. The Medicine-seeking rat’s two small paws were dexterously tapping away on the keyboard; it seemed he was organizing information. 

Upon seeing He Ruge, the light screen disappeared from the air. When the Medicine-seeking rat found that He Ruge didn’t have any cubs in his arms, he said slowly: “Getting a checkup for yourself this time?” 

He Ruge struck speechless by the Totoro-looking Medicine-seeking rat’s cuteness. He repressed his internal excitement with difficulty as he nodded and said: “Yes, my hand was injured by a bite.” 

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The Medicine-seeking rat saw the bandage wrapped around He Ruge’s hand and couldn’t help but remark ruthlessly: “Wrapped so hideously.” He waved over at He Ruge with his small paw. When he saw the wound behind the bandage, the Medicine-seeking rat furrowed his brows. “Bit so viciously. This bite mark…… Why did No.20 suddenly bite you? This shouldn’t be. Even if he was brainwashed, he would be instilled with the organization’s mandates and would not casually harm the organization’s people.” 

Small, black eyes exuded an icy chill, and the Medicine-seeking rat said in a low voice: “It couldn’t be that you bullied him first, ba?” 

He Ruge: “……” 

I feel more wronged than Dou E. [1]

Seeing He Ruge’s expression, the Medicine-seeking rat’s icy gaze warmed slightly: “You don’t seem like that type of person.” He coughed lightly and slumped tiredly on the robotic arm. His small, black bean-like eyes looked quietly at the ceiling: “Actually, when I was still doing research on the (existence of) the spiritual sea of consciousness, I kept returning to one fundamental question.

“If the psychical body is the container for one’s spiritual sea of consciousness, then is the source of a person’s ‘existence’ their consciousness or their body itself?” 

“The spiritual sea of consciousness is not only directly connected to our memories, but also closely related to one’s genetics. What the brainwashing experiment changes is only the most superficial layer of memories. Perhaps it doesn’t even change it, just initiates a simple seal (over it). But, is there a hint of possibility that the spiritual sea overall surpasses our conscious cognitive ability and level of understanding, such that when we make changes to the so-called ‘surface layer of memories’, we had actually already delved into the foundation of genetics.

“It’s just that we never knew and yet are complacent of our superficial level of knowledge.” 

The Medicine-seeking rat seemed extremely tired. He closed his eyes and whispered softly: “The last staff member responsible for injecting the genetic medicine for No.20 died unexpectedly the day before yesterday. Through the monitoring room, I saw the brainwashed No. 20.

“It’s like the person completely changed to someone else.

“Have you noticed any changes to No.20 after his brainwashing?”

     Naturally, the change was that the previous Little White Tiger turned into the little monster, but He Ruge would never say such. He considered his words before replying: “His character has become more volatile.”

     The Medicine-seeking rat muttered and repeated: “Character, huh.”

“Say, if a person loses their original memories and their personality changes drastically, but they still live in their original body, are they still their original selves?” The Medicine-seeking rat suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

     This question was similar to Little White Tiger and Little Monster’s (situation). After being brainwashed, the little white tiger fell asleep, and the little monster woke up to occupy the body. Then, was the little monster still the original No.20?

     The little white tiger was like ice, while the little monster was like fire.

     He Ruge thought of the Theory of the Ship of Theseus. Assuming that the constituent elements of an object are replaced, is the end result still the (same as the) original object? [2]

     “It should…… not count, ba.” He Ruge hesitated.

“If you were given two options: one is to let another person stay in a coma-like state and never wake up again, while the other is to make the other forget everything and cause their personality to change completely and start anew, but when you choose the second, the other person’s original personality and memories may never return, which one would you choose?” The Medicine-seeking rat asked.

     Two choices seemed to appear in front of him. One was to let the little white tiger continue sleeping, and the game ends. Another option was the little monster appearing and the game continuing, but the little white tiger would never appear again.

     Which would he choose?

     There was a long period of silence. Until the Medicine-seeking rat finished changing He Ruge’s wrappings, He Ruge still didn’t give a response.

“I used to think that what I was doing, although violating secular ethics, was worth the results. But, the moment I turned my back and walked to the other end of the shore without a care, I realized that the end product was not what I had desired.” The Medicine-seeking rat laughed self-mockingly. 

     [Di– Side Quest “Mysterious Infirmary”, completion 45%

     The medicine-seeking rat grandpa loves cubs, is a skilled old doctor, and likes cleanliness. He is responsible for researching the spiritual sea of consciousness at the Starry Sea Orphanage, but once his research made new progress, grandpa medicine-seeking rat was not happy. Why? 】

     Leaving the infirmary, He Ruge walked downstairs from Floor E, and at foot of the stairs on Floor B, he ran into Yellow Ferret. Yellow Ferret was carrying a handful of cubs, and it appeared that he was preparing to start a new round of the Ice Project. When the two old acquaintances met, the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Yellow Ferret raised his eyebrows and said: “Oh, you’re actually still alive.”

His gaze fell upon He Ruge’s bandaged hand: “It looks like you aren’t doing too well.” His tone was highly gloating.

     He Ruge didn’t even glance at Yellow Ferret. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the frightened cubs. For a brief moment, he seemed to have an illusion that these cubs were the same batch of experimental subjects he had taken care of in Room B6.

     The same naivety.

     These cubs who still had the strength to cry and the curiosity to sneak peaks at him would soon one by one turn into cold corpses left in a small, dark room.

In the beginning, “Your Exclusive Lover” was just a 3D romance game to him. Although (back then) He Ruge knew that those cubs had ‘died’, because he was separated by a screen, their deaths didn’t truly impact him.

     If it wasn’t realistic, it wouldn’t be too painful, and the occasional thoughts of (wanting to) “rescue” (the characters) would also dissipate quickly. 

Perhaps, the moment he believed in his heart that this was simply a romance game, he had already determined his stance—— 

     No.20’s exclusive lover.

     He wasn’t a savior. The only one he could rescue was No. 20. Those were He Ruge’s previous thoughts.

However, at this very instance, when he came face to face with the cubs’ timid eyes inside the iron cage, their slightly undulating bellies and little paws that didn’t know where to stand, all of his (previous) thoughts suddenly began to change.

     If he continued to keep silent, continued to be indifferent, then in this game, besides the identity of being “No. 20’s Exclusive Lover”, what kind of existence was he——

     An executioner?

     A ghost who lures others in to share the same fate?[3]

     Or a cold-blooded, emotionless bystander?

He Ruge suddenly felt his hands and feet turn cold as he realized a very cruel conclusion. 

His silence would be the last mound of dirt that buried these subjects.

     What’s the difference between this kind of him and Yellow Ferret, Scorpion, and Crow before his memory was restored? No.20 had (He Ruge) to rescue him, but then should the other experimental subjects just die in vain? These cubs were so small that they didn’t even know what death meant yet.

     Although (he didn’t undergo) a brainwashing experiment, he had unknowingly become the type of person he hated the most.

     “I have something to talk to you about later.” He Ruge clenched his fists, trying to maintain a steady voice as he spoke to Yellow Ferret.

Yellow Ferret gave He Ruge a strange glance and muttered: “I don’t think we have anything to talk about between us.” But, even as he said that, Yellow Ferret still walked over with an impatient expression after settling the experimental subjects, “What is it?”

     After He Ru spent one Little Heart and blocked the cameras in the corridor, he looked directly into Yellow Ferret’s eyes and asked: “What is your name?

     “What I’m asking isn’t your codename, but your real name.”

     Yellow-brown pupils clouded over, and the Yellow Ferret scratched his head in confusion, “Name?”

The palm of his hand grasped his yellow hair and tugged on it to the point where his hair was almost pulled out, “My……name?”

“I, I don’t know.”

Yellow Ferret, who always acted like an indifferent slacker, grasped his hair and stood there blankly. He looked like a rebellious teenager who did something wrong, muttering continuously: “I don’t know.”

     Sure enough, Yellow Ferret had also experienced the brainwashing experiment.

     Perhaps most of the staff at Starry Sea Orphanage had undergone the brainwashing experiment. This point wasn’t too difficult to determine, wasn’t it?

     But then, why did it feel so uncomfortable this time around? He Ruge gave a trembling sigh and took out the rare prop item “Xi Xing’s Blessing”[4] from his backpack.

    The outer appearance of this rare item was a shining star. It was a prop that could awaken good memories.

He Ruge had previously contemplated when and on whom he would use this prop. If Little White Tiger forgets him after he wakes up, this prop would have been his final (clutch) card.

  Little White Tiger’s level of goodwill towards him was a solid 100, so the memories of them together should all be good memories. Little White Tiger could also use those memories to remember him.

     But …… please forgive his willfulness. He was too greedy. Not only did he want Little White Tiger, want No. 20, but also wanted to rescue all the experimental subjects in the Starry Sea Orphanage who were part of the Ice Project.

He Ruge knew that, according to the game’s original plotline, No.20 would eventually become a monster and destroy the Starry Sea Orphanage. At that time, when all the bad guys die, the experimental subjects would also be freed. But, this “eventually” would come too slow and too late. When the long overdue “eventually” finally arrived, how many experimental subjects from the Ice Project, Death God’s Wings, and Destruction Plan would survive?

     Did they want him to solely regard himself as “No. 20’s Exclusive lover” and coldly watch the deaths of all the experimental subjects in the Starry Sea Orphanage?

     Sorry, he couldn’t do that.

     Maybe his choice right now was naïve, maybe he would be too occupied with living to save even a single experimental subject until the end of his busy life, and maybe in the end, the bamboo basket meant for carrying water would return empty…… [5]

[Yes/No use “Xi Xing’s Blessing” to Yellow Ferret]

     【Yes】

     【No】

     Maybe, if he went through with this, he might regret it in the future, but if he didn’t, he would regret it for life.

Choosing [Yes], at least, in this moment, he was happy.

    *

Throughout a person’s lifetime, one would have made many happy memories. For example, the year he peeped on his neighboring sister taking a shower. Before he even had time to wipe his snot and tears after being caught, he raised my head and said to his neighbor sister that he would definitely marry her as his wife in the future.

     The neighbor sister wrapped herself in a bath towel and wiped his snot bubble with her wet hand as she said with a smile, How are you this piss small and already such a pervert.

     On his birthday, there was his favorite roasted whole chicken on the table, and he made a wish towards the egg-shaped birthday cake, I wish to marry Sister Hua Hua in the future.

The neighbor sister laughed and said, Little Ding Xu, then you must grow up quickly, you can marry this sister after you grow up.

     During the first Intergalactic Wars, the neighbor sister kissed him on his forehead before she left, and she said softly, when this sister comes back, she will already be an old girl. Will Little Ding Xu still marry me?

     Huang Ding Xu opened his eyes and said along with the overlapping image of the ignorant little boy in his memories: “I’m willing.”

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He Ruge: I am not a saint, I only bear a slight wish to be a fatherly figure to all these adorable cubs


[1]Dou E is a fictional character from a traditional Chinese play. You can search up the full plot using the common English title “The Injustice to Dou E” or “Snow in Midsummer”. Dou E was wrongly accused and executed, and the injustice instigated a series natural disasters, including a snowstorm in summer

[2]Search: “Ship of Theseus” for full details on the analysis of the metaphysics of identity. ‘Ship of Theseus’ questions whether a boat, completely changed of it’s physical makeup, is still the same as the original

[3]“Becoming a ghost who lures others in to share the same fate”: Refer to Chapter 25 part 5 for full explanation of this idiom

[4]Xi Xing’s Blessing: Refer to chapter 28 for full details on Xi Xing’s Blessings

[5]“the bamboo basket meant for carrying water was returned empty”: All his efforts were for naught

Chapter 25 p5 Becoming a ghost who lures others in to share the same fate

Chapter 28 p1 Xi Xing’s blessing


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