Chapter 102 The Teenager's Dad

In the evening, the six of them sat together on the sofa in the living room and discussed the script together.

The first draft of the script was conceived by the film emperor Fang Yu and polished by one of the male protagonists, Lu Zhi.

Shen Qi leaned on the sofa, holding a few thin pages of the script between his fingers. His face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and smiled: "Teacher Lu, don't you think your script has some flaws?"

Lu Zhi crossed his legs, holding a small mirror in his hand, and was carefully applying hair oil to his hair.

Poor Mr. Lu has never worried about his hair being too short in his life, but now he wishes his whole body was covered with silver hair.

It also has to feel good, otherwise Shen Ranxin would feel uncomfortable.

Hearing Shen Qi's question, Lu Zhi asked, "Why, do you have any opinions about Mr. Fang Yu's script?"

Cheng Cheng sneered: "Can you explain why there is a pig named Cheng Cheng and a dog named Shen Qi in the script of the Republic of China?"

"Besides." Shen Qi took a deep breath: "Why is there no role for me?"

"Yes." Lu Zhi carefully wiped the essential oil off the silver hair: "The one who was kicked away at the beginning was you."

Shen Qi: “…”

Cheng Cheng: "So the one who was served was me? There were only ten pages of plot in total, and the two male protagonists kissed for eight pages? The remaining two pages..."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said tremblingly, "You actually gave birth to a child for Shen Ranxin? May I ask in what mental state did you write this plot?"

Fang Yu supported his forehead and stretched out his hand: "Don't tell anyone that I wrote this script when you go out."

God damn, he really isn't that crazy!!

Lu Zhi said confidently, "I am thinking about you. I am afraid that you will get tired, so I will take care of everything. How can I trouble you teachers with such a hard job as acting? I come from the countryside and can endure hardships."

Jiang Ye looked at the script and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he only lived for the opening credits, at least he was still a person in Mr. Lu's script.

It wasn't kicked away, nor was it served on the table.

"You should think more about the production team. With your plot, I don't think it can be put on the regular platforms." Cheng Cheng slammed the script on the table: "I want a rewrite."

Lu Zhi sighed and leaned on Shen Ranxin: "Baby, they isolated me."

Shen Ran closed his eyes with a look of despair: "It's okay, don't be sad."

Lu Zhi: "Baby, you are so nice."

"Because I plan to isolate you, too."

Lu Zhi: “…”

In the end, the job of writing the script fell into Shen Ranxin's hands.

Before going to bed at night, Shen Ranxin opened the door with his computer in his arms.

Shen Qi called him: "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs." Shen Ranxin raised the computer in his hand: "Writing a manuscript."

Shen Qi stood up: "I'll accompany you."

"No need." Shen Ranxin turned away his gaze indifferently: "Lu Zhi is here."

Shen Qi was silent for a moment, then walked over and closed the door: "Master, don't you want to know what happened to the fire that year?"

Shen Ranxin looked at him calmly: "Why, you know?"

Shen Qi lowered his head and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch Shen Ranxin's cheek, but Shen Ranxin dodged with a frown.

He sneered: "I know more about you than Lu Zhi."

Shen Ranxin raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"You approached him, not because he looks like me, but for another purpose. You want to know what happened through Lu Zhi, right?" Shen Qi smiled with determination: "No one in the world can understand you better than me, and the tacit understanding between us is enough to prove this."

Shen Qi's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and blew gently into Shen Ranxin's ear.

"Come on, please me, it's more useful than please Lu Zhi."

Shen Ranxin: “…”

Sometimes I really want to punch the world to pieces.

"Do you think you can compare with Lu Zhi?" Shen Ranxin tilted his head and said, "You have been in the Alien Management Center for so many years. What's wrong? Is there no mirror in the Alien Management Center? Even if there is no mirror, there must be urine, right? How can you never look in the mirror since you were a child?"

The arrogant teacher Shen never said "I like you" to Lu Zhi. His preference always fell awkwardly in places where Lu Zhi couldn't see.

Shen Qi was silent for two minutes, his fingers gripping the door handle turning pale: "Shen Ranxin!"

"Why are you calling me dad?" Shen Ranxin pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose: "You should know this."

He gestured to Shen Qi's movements and continued, "You will be scolded, right? You come to provoke me, which means you want to be scolded, so I fulfill your wish. This is called cause and effect. You won't be angry, right?"

"..." Shen Qi's chest rose and fell in anger.

Shen Ran added fuel to the fire: "You seem to be short of breath. Do you need me to borrow some quick-acting heart pills from Director Chen for you?"

"I won't let you go." Shen Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Ranxin, I don't believe it. I don't believe that you think of the years we were together and still have no feelings for me. I don't believe it..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Ranxin raised his hand expressionlessly and hit him on the arm.

The hand that was supporting the door panel was knocked down by Shen Ranxin, and Shen Qi's head hit the door panel heavily due to inertia.

His eyes went dark in an instant and he almost couldn't stand.

Shen Ranxin hit him on the nose again.

Shen Qi's tall figure instantly fell to the ground, unconscious.

Shen Ranxin shook his hands, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

The lights in the living room downstairs were still on. Lu Zhi was lying on the dining table with his head down, seemingly writing something.

Shen Ranxin put down the computer and sat down next to Lu Zhi.

Then I saw what Lu Zhi had drawn. It was a very shabby picture. Although he had used just an ordinary pencil, he was able to depict the liquid flowing and dripping on his fingertips vividly.

Shen Ranxin figured out the mole on the side of his nose was his.

After all, he had never seen such a solemn expression on his face.

"You're here." Lu Zhi put away his sketch: "I've been waiting for you for a long time... I just heard some noise upstairs, is Shen Qi dead?"

Shen Ranxin raised an eyebrow: "Not yet, I fell asleep."

"Oh." Lu Zhi nodded: "Young people, that's good, just lie down and fall asleep."

Shen Ranxin stood up and took out two bottles of instant coffee from the refrigerator, and said, "We have to finish the manuscript tonight."

Lu Zhi supported his chin: "Baby, I have a better way to refresh myself."

Before Shen Ranxin could ask, Lu Zhi stood up and walked over, put his arms around Shen Ranxin's waist and kissed him on the lips.

Shen Ranxin rubbed the corner of his mouth: "What?"

Lu Zhi's dull laugh was muffled between his lips and teeth: "You."