EBE Chapter 129 I hate you
Chapter 129 I hate you
Yan Xun stared at the screen for a while, the camera focusing on Mu Yuanming, who had jumped to his death. "Are you sad because the character you're playing is dead?"
"No." Mu Yuanming wiped away the tears on his cheeks.
He looked at Yan Xun and said, "It's not because of this role."
But he didn't say why. Just like a summer downpour, his tears and sadness were fleeting. Soon, Mu Yuanming adjusted his mood and started chatting with Yan Xun about other topics.
“I really was a star,” Mu Yuanming said. “Is this all the screen time I had?” he asked again.
"Your photos will appear a few more times later."
Mu Yuanming nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Yan Xun looked at the back of Mu Yuanming's head, then at the computer screen.
He had already seen the movie, so he knew the whole plot by heart... Yan Xun sat there, feeling a bit bored. He impatiently tapped his thigh with his fingers, and Mu Yuanming seemed to notice his impatience.
He turned his head to look at Yan Xun, "Are you bored?"
“If you’ve just seen this movie, you’ll also find it boring,” Yan Xun said.
Mu Yuanming hadn't expected Yan Xun to be so blunt. He pondered for a moment, "I thought everyone would speak more... subtly."
"After all, we are celebrities."
“There are no cameras here, we’re not filming a reality show.” Yan Xun was still sitting backwards in his chair, his chin resting idly on the back of the chair. “We’re a famous plastic boy band, and we’re not that close.”
"Then why did you agree to my idea of changing rooms?"
Mu Yuanming asked again.
They seem to disbelieve that their pairing is as plastic as Yan Xun described.
“Since Song Baiyuan has said so, how could I possibly disagree?” Yan Xun asked.
Of course, that's a lie. Even if Song Baiyuan said that, the choice still rests with Yan Xun.
Yan Xun agreed because... he wanted to visit Mu Yuanming and He Jingtang's dormitory.
Moreover, he suspected that Mu Yuanming hadn't actually lost his memory and was just pretending.
"I didn't realize you listened to your manager so much." Mu Yuanming's tone sounded like a simple sigh, but it also seemed to have another meaning.
Yan Xun smiled slightly, "Of course, Song Baiyuan is my uncle."
He continued, still under Mu Yuanming's gaze, "You all know I have connections."
Mu Yuanming was speechless for a moment—he probably couldn't believe that someone could say he was a "connection recipient" so confidently and openly, as if he had entered the industry through connections rather than through a high-vote talent show, smug and proud.
Based on this alone, he could tell that Yan Xun was not a normal person either.
In fact, Mu Yuanming neither suffered from amnesia nor did he not suffer from amnesia.
He is currently in a state of memory confusion. He has no recollection of what happened after he became a star. He can only recall some memories from his high school days, as well as the strange things that happened on the day of the car accident.
But he felt that it would be pointless to talk about it, and he would probably be seen as crazy, so he chose to keep quiet.
He felt that Yan Xun was familiar, and indeed he was.
He felt nothing when looking at the others, but when he saw Yan Xun, he felt a strange displeasure and a subtle desire to see him suffer.
It's that kind of feeling where you feel happy just seeing him doing badly.
"Isn't this too gloomy?" Mu Yuanming wondered.
However, he wasn't exactly a sunny and cheerful person to begin with, and Mu Yuanming comforted himself with this thought.
If Yan Xun knew his thoughts, he would most likely nod in agreement, praising him for not being at all internally conflicted and for being able to confront the dark side of his own heart.
Thinking of this, Mu Yuanming looked at Yan Xun beside him again.
Yan Xun was probably genuinely bored, so she leaned back in her chair and played on her phone right in front of him without even pretending.
The other person's hair was a bit long and dyed Siamese cat color, making it look fluffy and soft.
He still remembered when the agent introduced them, saying that he was a dancer and He Jingtang was a chanter... Yan Xun—
Song Baiyuan hesitated for a few seconds, "Yan Xun is our face."
"What do you mean?"
"The prettiest one."
Song Baiyuan said.
He didn't know who Yan Xun was at the time, but as soon as the other members of the group entered the ward, he immediately knew who Yan Xun was.
Even the moment he saw the other person, a dark and despicable emotion rose in his heart.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice his own thoughts blurting out, "Yan Xun, have you ever cried?"
Yan Xun looked away from his phone, unsure of what was so captivating about him.
He looked at Mu Yuanming, "No."
“I see,” Mu Yuanming said.
"Didn't you shed a tear when you saw your fans?"
Does this person not like me? This thought suddenly popped into Yan Xun's head.
He didn't answer Mu Yuanming's question, but instead sent a message to Song Baiyuan directly.
[Yan Xun: Uncle, does Mu Yuanming dislike me?]
Song Baiyuan: ...
[Song Baiyuan: You just realized?]
Yan Xun: ...
[Yan Xun: And he's still so enthusiastic? He even brings me things when he goes out to work.]
[Song Baiyuan: Hmph, they're just putting on a good show, and you actually believed them?]
When Yan Xun saw Song Baiyuan's message, he was speechless for a moment. He knew that this boy band was fake, but he didn't expect that it would break his own bottom line for the word "fake" every day.
Yan Xun recalled that He Jinqiu had told him that Mu Yuanming had stolen his role.
Of course, Mu Yuanming had his own explanation.
He didn't think much of it at the time, but now it seems...
"Do you know that there's a song interlude in this movie?" Yan Xun suddenly asked.
"what?"
“I should have played that role for you in the beginning,” Yan Xun said, looking at Mu Yuanming.
"But you took it from me later."
He said, half-jokingly, "You hate me, don't you?"
Mu Yuanming's expression showed doubt and disbelief, but deep down he felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
At the moment Yan Xun said that his role had been taken away by him, Mu Yuanming suddenly recalled a tiny bit of his memory.
In that memory, he patted Yan Xun on the shoulder to comfort him, saying that the role of an office worker has more depth and would be more suitable for Yan Xun.
Yan Xun was somewhat doubtful, but still believed him.
"Really?" Yan Xun asked, "Which role as an office worker do you think suits me better?"
Yan Xun looked at him, as if seeking his opinion.
Mu Yuanming struggled to maintain his posture, and like a caring older brother in the group, he patted Yan Xun's shoulder comfortingly, "Of course, I think the office worker role suits you better."
'Look, the mastermind behind everything, what a great character.'