Don't Pinch The Tip Of My Tail

It took a lot of effort for Jian Chen to get Jiang Yuchen to turn around and read the script.

He held the pen and sat behind Jiang Yuchen, staring at the man for a long time to make sure that he would never do anything to disturb him again. Then he opened the notebook again and started his backup work in earnest.

In order to comply with the settings and avoid being too busy while following the plot, the questions on Jian Chen's notebook were figured out together with the man in the system space before entering the small world.

Although the standard answer was sitting next to him at that time, Jian Chen was afraid that he might accidentally use too much force when blocking the other person's memory, which would lead to the man being too integrated into the persona and causing the answer to be biased, so he resolutely refused to accept the other person's behavior of leaking the answer in advance...

So out of respect for the plot, and the little rabbit's particularly persistent sense of ritual in this regard, Jian Chen began to compile Jiang Yuchen's file after sitting down again.

Jian Chen had never done this kind of thing before. Thinking that he wanted to maintain the authenticity of the information while also fabricating some content, he held up his chin and browsed through the text in the notebook, and finally wrote 179.

As if she felt that this number was a bit different from Jiang Yuchen's actual height, Jian Chen pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds, then added a bracket after the number, and also thoughtfully added the highlight.

(In order to cover up, I especially like to wear height-increasing shoes)

(Afraid of being discovered by the paparazzi and others, I would hide and stuff boosters into my shoes every time I was on set)

Hey.

The last word fell on the paper. Jian Chen blinked and looked back and forth, suddenly feeling that he was particularly talented in this area.

Successfully found joy in "spreading rumors" for Jiang Yuchen. Jian Chen laughed while writing. When Director Guo came to arrest people and wanted to talk to Jiang Yuchen about the script, he knocked on the door and came in. Jian Chen no longer knew at some point he moved to the folding bed, and now he was lying on it with his arms around the pillow, holding a notebook as if he were reading a joke, laughing so hard that his eyes were bent.

Director Guo, who was standing at the door about to move forward, suddenly forgot what he was going to say. He looked at Jiang Yuchen, who was sitting on the bench with his long legs folded, and saw that he looked normal. He even raised his head because he had not opened the door for a long time. There was some impatience in his eyes, so he clicked his tongue and walked directly in.

"Director Guo."

Jian Chen was immersed in making up rumors for Jiang Yuchen just now. He was obsessed with making up, and kept deleting and subtracting on it. When the door was closed again, he finally noticed the arrival of Director Guo.

The young man on the bed kept his head in the same position because he was surprised. Then, as if he realized what he had done, he changed his position with red cheeks and tried to get out of the bed, but Jiang Yuchen held his shoulder and stopped him.

"Don't move," Jiang Yuchen said, "you can't get out of bed without wearing shoes."

"... But."

"Don't worry about him," Jiang Yuchen stood up to help Jian Chen, who was in a hurry to get him to bed, so he took the shoes that had been thrown out by him. When he passed by Director Guo, he had time to ask him, "what's the matter?"