Chapter 2: Lounge: You are the financial sponsor, and everything you do is right...
He was obviously the victim, okay? Song Mingjiao wanted to see who was so unreasonable, so he looked up.
——Oh, it’s the male lead, then it’s okay.
Song Mingjiao dodged Mo Qinan's hand without leaving a trace. "Why did you pull me in here? Aren't you afraid that someone will find out about our relationship now?"
Mo Qinan seemed to have noticed his own loss of composure and regained his indifferent demeanor. He said, "This is the locker room. I checked and there's no one else here."
"I've told you before, we can't be seen in public right now. If you don't cover your face, what if one of my illegitimate fans comes in backstage and finds out about our relationship? I'm on the rise right now, and it wouldn't be a good influence. Mingjiao, don't lose your temper."
Song Mingjiao didn't know where this person figured out the word "tantrum", but what was more important now was the system in his head that kept making noise.
[Host! A great opportunity has arrived! Hurry up and maintain your low self-esteem. Grab the hero's hand and tell him you simply love him too much. You're so consumed by the pain of missing him that you feel all over your body when you're away from him for even a minute. Then, the hero will be completely disdainful of your ego, shake off your hand and walk away. Talk! This characterization will earn you 100 points!]
Song Mingjiao almost got goosebumps when he thought about saying such words.
No, he is allergic to inferiority complex and he can't say it.
Therefore, Song Mingjiao pulled his hand away from Mo Qinan again, raised his face and said with a smile: "Okay."
This person had no idea of the severity of the injury and had left a circle of red on his wrist, which looked even more striking against his originally fair skin. Song Mingjiao looked at the scar with a bit of annoyance, and his eyes looked a bit cold.
"Then hurry up and leave. Be careful if some paparazzi really climbs over the wall and sees you. It's none of my business."
"What?" Mo Qinan didn't seem to expect that Song Mingjiao would be so easy to talk to this time. Song Mingjiao had always wanted to make this relationship public.
But in Mo Qinan's view, the relationship with the president of the entertainment company will only hinder his acting career. Everyone will think that he is supported by the financial backers behind him, and will no longer care that this is all his own hard work.
Mo Qinan really didn't like this feeling, so even though he was with Song Mingjiao, he was always distant and insisted that the other party coax him into giving in.
If it were usual, Song Mingjiao would definitely look at him with grievance and apologize to him humbly. Mo Qinan enjoyed this feeling and liked to see those beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him.
Only at that time, Song Mingjiao was not the high-ranking president, and Mo Qinan could always get secret pleasure from it.
But this time, Song Mingjiao's reaction made Mo Qinan feel that something seemed different.
He frowned, but finally said, "You know the seriousness of the matter. Next time, don't come to me at award ceremonies casually. The same goes for the film set. The director almost got suspicious once."
"Okay." Song Mingjiao smiled and nodded again. She did not have any conflict with Mo Qinan, just like the most sensible underground "sister-in-law".
Mo Qinan seemed to want to say something, but his agent had already called him several times to urge him. In the end, he wanted to pinch Song Mingjiao's face before leaving, but Song Mingjiao turned her head away.
Mo Qinan looked at his rejected hand in disbelief, then his face immediately darkened and he left without any reluctance.
Song Mingjiao naturally had no interest in being Mo Qinnan's "husband-waiting stone". He felt that what Mo Qinnan said just now was very right.
As lovers, you must be aware of what is not right, otherwise you will really think you are something important.
It was not until Mo Qinan finally left that the system seemed to faint from anger, and spoke sinisterly in Song Mingjiao's head.
"What on earth were you doing just now? You completely ruined the self-deprecating persona you were supposed to be portraying!"
Song Mingjiao was still looking at his injured wrist, which was a little red and his skin was obviously injured.
Looking at his wrist, which looked like it had been bullied, Song Mingjiao absentmindedly replied, "System, you are wronging me. Am I not humble and submissive enough? I agreed to everything the hero said."
But this time the system was not as easy to fool as before. The cold mechanical voice started running in Song Mingjiao's mind and finally announced the verdict.
[The host has been detected to have deviated from their inferiority complex. 50 points have been deducted, and the host's remaining points are -40. Penalty is being administered. Penalty initiating—]
Song Mingjiao covered the wound on his wrist with his sleeve, laughed, and said, "Ah, you still have ways of punishment, um——"
Before Song Mingjiao could finish his words, an electric current surged from inside his body. The intense pain made him groan, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably.
He was still smiling, even more brightly, but the curve of his lips held an inexplicable coldness. He bit his lips twice with his snow-white teeth, and finally gasped, "So it's electric shock? What a boring system!"
The system didn't say anything else. In just one second, the doubled electric current tore at Song Mingjiao's body, causing tears to form in the corners of his eyes. He staggered a few steps unconsciously and leaned on the mirror beside him.
At that moment, upon seeing the body clearly, Song Mingjiao couldn't even care less about the pain. It was a face of stunning beauty, every detail as if meticulously carved. There was a red mole at the end of the eye, difficult to spot without looking closely. The lips were bright red, slightly glistening from biting them earlier.
He touched himself in the mirror in a daze: "This face, is this my own body? What about the original owner?"
[Before you arrived, this identity was just a string of data.]
Song Mingjiao finally understood the whole story this time. Before this unlucky guy who was forcibly dragged in took over the task, he was not even allowed to have his own consciousness? It turned out that he was a complete tool of the male protagonist.
He withdrew his hand, which was still trembling from the electric shock, and laughed softly, his shadow overlapping with the person in the mirror.
[What are you laughing at again?! Host, the system reminds you again. If you fail to complete the mission, your work in this world will be in vain. The number of worlds you need to travel through will increase infinitely, and your chances of returning to your original world will also decrease infinitely. I hope the host will not be passive about the mission.]
The electric shock finally stopped. Song Mingjiao stood up straight and said "Oh" nonchalantly: "I know. I'm getting calluses on my ears from what you say."
Return to the original world? Song Mingjiao didn't have much demand for this. On the contrary, he thought this so-called fast-travel world was quite interesting, and it was not bad to play around with it.
Therefore, the threat of the system to him is not serious at all, and he does not care how many fast-travel worlds he will experience.
When Song Mingjiao finished tidying up his clothes and walked out of the locker room, he heard some noise coming from the innermost compartment.
A tall man in a black suit, who looked like he had just come down from the podium, walked out. He looked at the place where Song Mingjiao left, pondered for a moment, and made a phone call.
*
The other side.
Song Mingjiao was picked up by a special car and taken back to his large villa in the suburbs. He snuggled up in the soft seat and took a nap. He even had a good dream. The electric shock from the system did not affect his rhythm at all.
There's no way around it. This is what mediocre financiers are like. They have money they can't spend and are extremely troubled.
When the luxury car stopped in front of the villa, the housekeeper and the servants came over. A tall bodyguard helped Song Mingjiao down from the car, and then everyone said in unison:
"Welcome home, Mr. Song!"
Song Mingjiao thought this was a great occasion, and with a wave of his hand, he gave everyone a six-month salary increase. The servants were obviously happier, and some of them even wanted to squeeze out the bodyguards' seats to help Song Mingjiao, but were stopped by the bodyguards with dark faces.
Song Mingjiao sighed in his heart: Evil capitalism.
The bodyguard's surname is Li. He was left by Song Mingjiao's parents to take care of him. He is a few years older than him and has some skills.
After entering the villa, the bodyguard hung up Song Mingjiao's clothes with a worried look on his face, and then said, "Master, it's too dangerous for you to go out without a bodyguard this time."
Song Mingjiao casually lay down on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and placed it under his chin, then turned on the TV and yawned: "Nothing happened. I feel uncomfortable going out shopping with you guys following me."
Then he wrinkled his nose and looked at the bodyguard with some dissatisfaction: "I told you not to call me Master. When you go out, you have to address me by my title. Do you understand?"
The bodyguard lowered his head at the look and said, "Sorry, Master. Oh, no, I remember that, Mr. Song."
At this moment, someone outside came hesitantly to report, "Mr. Song, Mo Qinan is outside the villa. Do you want him to come in?"
In fact, Song Mingjiao had often brought Mo Qinan back to the villa before, but they always returned together, and they were unusually close. The people who could work in the villa were all shrewd people. This time, seeing that only Song Mingjiao had returned alone, they became suspicious of the boss's favorite and refused to let him go as before. Instead, they came to ask Song Mingjiao for his opinion.
The bodyguard standing by, who had just brought Song Mingjiao dessert from the kitchen, immediately tensed up and pursed his lips into a straight line.
Song Mingjiao was drinking a bowl of Tremella fuciformis soup. The porcelain spoon hit the wall of the bowl, making a crisp sound. He lowered his long eyelashes and said softly, "No."
Just because of a word from the sponsor, this prestigious villa will never open its doors to anyone again.
The bodyguard asked in a low voice, "Did he make you unhappy?"
He has taken care of Song Mingjiao for so many years and is very clear about Song Mingjiao's previous infatuation. He doesn't know what kind of magic potion that shabby celebrity has poured into Mr. Song. Mr. Song has come to where he is today thanks to them, but he still dares to show disdain.
I didn't expect that Song Mingjiao would change his mind today.
But Song Mingjiao didn't think so much. He simply felt that the peaceful mode in the entertainment industry was really good. Even the Tremella soup was so delicious. By the way, he just felt a little annoyed to deal with Mo Qinan.
"Do I have to see him when I'm happy?"
The bodyguard was a little flustered, and finally said, "Of course not. You are the financial sponsor, so whatever you do is right."
Song Mingjiao nodded with satisfaction, placed the empty bowl in the bodyguard's hand, and clapped his hands: "Well! You have awareness!"
Then, he whipped the corpse in his mind and pretended to be dead. "Did you hear that, Master?"
It was raining outside. When Song Mingjiao was humming a song and going up to the second-floor bedroom to rest, a car was not far from the villa and it had not moved. The rain hit the car window glass, leaving behind bursts of dull sounds.
"You mean, he said in person that he didn't want to see me?"
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