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"Wang Xingci, take me home."
To be more precise, it's about going home together since we are currently roommates.
After I finished washing up in the bathroom, I stepped out. The living room was dark, and as I made my way toward the bedroom, I caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the sofa in the moonlight streaming through the window.
"Ah!"
Along with my startled exclamation came Wang Xingci's anxious explanation: "It's me."
I covered my chest and asked, "What are you doing here?"
My tone was reproachful, but my face suddenly turned red.
Who would have thought he would be sitting there? The bathroom and living room were separated by just a wall, and I had just let out an ungraceful fart while in the bathroom.
He shouldn't have... heard that, right?
Wang Xingci stood up, hesitating and stammering.
In the end, he walked me to the door of my bedroom under the moonlight but still didn't explain anything.
I had a small nightlight on in my room; I've always been afraid of the dark—it's a habit I've had for years.
In the dim light, I noticed that his ears were slightly flushed. I couldn't tell if it was because he had been drinking.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not really."
He stared into my eyes and then gave my shoulder a light pat.
"I'll buy you some digestive medicine tomorrow."
After saying that, he wished me goodnight and turned back to his bedroom across the hall.
I was left alone at the door, feeling disheveled.
Digestive aid?
Damn, he still heard it...
On a weekend morning, I received a phone call.
From my boss.
I was fired.
All because on Friday afternoon, when I accidentally walked into my boss's office, I caught him being entertained by his little secretary, and then...
I lost my job.
What bad luck.
I reluctantly got out of bed. Feeling down, I went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of instant noodles with three eggs.
As a result, the aroma of the noodles attracted two male friends.
Upon hearing that I was fired, Zhou Ran stuffed an egg into his mouth and said, "It's not a big deal. Come shoot a video with me. Wang Xingci just returned to the country; it's perfect for us three to film an urban situational short drama together."
That was when I learned that Zhou Ran was actually a small influencer with over a hundred thousand followers.
According to him, he knew a professional filming team, and as an editor, I could be responsible for writing the script. Then the three of us would shoot the short drama and split the income once it became popular.
I thought about it; it seemed feasible.
In this era where traffic is king, all three of us are reasonably good-looking, so it was worth a try.
Zhou Ran was highly efficient; by the next day, he had found what he called a "professional filming team."
Goodness.
It was just a middle-aged man holding a Sony Camera.
Where's the professionalism? Where's the team?
Zhou Ran comforted me, saying that every beginning is difficult and that the initial budget is limited, so we should just make do for now.
He knows this best; Wang Xingci and I are just two inexperienced kids, so in the end, we had to agree.
After treating the uncle to a meal, I went back to my room to write the script.
Since it was the three of us filming, I crafted a sweet little romantic short play.
I would be the female lead, and naturally, I cast Wang Xingci as the male lead.
The plot was simple yet very sweet: after my breakup, I got drunk at a tavern, my phone died, and I borrowed the boss lady's phone to call my dad but dialed the wrong number.
Upon hearing me call "Dad," the other party paused for two seconds:
"I'm not that old; you can call me brother."
Then the male and female leads meet and their relationship blossoms sweetly.
The more I wrote, the smoother it became. In just one day, I finalized the script and showed it to my two partners.
Both were very satisfied, but—
There was a disagreement over casting.
Both wanted to play the male lead and refused to budge; it was a deadlock.
Wang Xingci and I both suggested letting him take on the role, but Zhou Ran vetoed it with his one vote.
In the end, we reached a consensus to decide on casting in the most primitive way:
Dou Di Zhu.
I don't have the right to call myself the landlord; only those two can call Dou Di Zhu.
After one round, whoever has the higher score gets to be the male lead the next day.
It sounded fair enough, so all three of us agreed.
Thus, the following memorable scene unfolded:
Zhou Ran: "Three of a kind!"
Me: "Rocket!"
Zhou Ran: "?? I have three of a kind!"
Me: "I know."
Zhou Ran stared at the pile of cards in his hand, looking shocked. "Sister, Wang Xingci is the landlord; we're on the same team..."
"I know," I interrupted him with a smile. "How about two kings?"
"…Not worth it."
Then I played a "three," successfully letting Wang Xingci off the hook.
Zhou Ran looked resentful.
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