Mr. Zhou Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore!

Chapter 32

But in the end, Lu Ji still lay down on Zhou Chenxi’s legs.

“Fuzheng, you… *chuckles*,” he tried to say something but burst into laughter this time, and Zhou Chenxi was the one laughing.

Lu Ji: “…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Zhou Chenxi quickly apologized, “I didn’t mean it, after all, Senior is different from you, she’s more delicate… Oh no, I don’t mean you’re fat, Lu Ji, you have a great figure…”

Zhou Chenxi was digging himself into a hole.

Lu Ji caught onto a key word, “Senior?”

“Yes, the one who played the Fuzheng is my senior sister. We went to neighboring schools in university…” Zhou Chenxi explained.

Can you call someone from a neighboring school your senior sister?

Lu Ji squinted slightly.

Zhou Chenxi didn’t notice Lu Ji’s emotions and continued, “Mainly, she was wearing ancient clothing, and besides, Lu Ji, you’re not a girl.”

“So what?” Lu Ji said, “Because I’m not a girl, I can’t help you get into character?”

Zhou Chenxi was taken aback.

Lu Ji was like a picky director during auditions, commenting, “A professional actor, no matter who their partner is, should be able to perform the designated scenes well.”

Zhou Chenxi contemplated for a moment.

While Lu Ji was still wondering if he had been too harsh, he heard Zhou Chenxi say, “Lu Ji, you’re right. Let’s do it again!”

He was full of confidence, pumped himself up, and positioned Lu Ji on his legs again, preparing, “Fuzheng, are you okay?”

This time, the situation was clearly much better.

Lu Ji glanced casually at the script, “I’ve been pursued by the Immortal Realm for a hundred years, thinking that meeting you could help me avoid this disaster, but now I realize how naive I was.”

Zhou Chenxi’s eyes flickered, but he quickly regained his focus, “You already knew who I am?”

“You are the one beneath the Immortal Monarch’s seat, Luli.”

According to the script scenario, “Fuzheng” was supposed to spit out blood, but Lu Ji clearly wasn’t going for extravagant movements. He recited his lines in a flat manner: “Cough, cough…”

Zhou Chenxi: “…” His cough wasn’t very convincing either.

Zhou Chenxi reached out a hand and touched his face, “Don’t talk, I’ll treat your injuries first.”

A warm hand rested on his hand, it was Lu Ji, “It’s too late, this elixir was left to me by my mother. Now that my cultivation is gone, I’m afraid… *cough*.”

Zhou Chenxi started to prepare, “It’s my fault for not protecting you.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he thought he was doing well this time. He was about to continue speaking, but Lu Ji interrupted him, “No.”

Zhou Chenxi immediately held back his tears.

Lu Ji said coldly, “With you reciting your lines so mechanically, I’m afraid tomorrow won’t be any better.”

In a split second, Lu Ji switched to the role of a strict producer, but his words weren’t unreasonable. Zhou Chenxi also realized that his performance just now wasn’t up to par.

He couldn’t find an excuse to blame it on Lu Ji not cooperating; after all, Lu Ji was already helping him with the scene, which was already quite good, considering he was a domineering CEO, not a professional actor.

As he had said, true actors, no matter who their partner is, should be able to perform the designated scenes well. He couldn’t blame anyone else.

“Even facing me like this, how will you perform tomorrow if you get nervous? It might be even harder,” Lu Ji sat up.

Zhou Chenxi felt even more frustrated. He had just managed to relax his mood, but now it was tense again. If he had ears on top of his head, Lu Ji seriously doubted they would be drooping right now.

Lu Ji couldn’t bear to be harsh again. He softened his tone and said, “Think about it, where is the problem for you?”

“I had already adjusted my state,” Zhou Chenxi said, “What you said earlier was right. I need to have faith in myself, but…”

“You’ve never been in love?” Lu Ji suddenly asked.

Zhou Chenxi was taken aback.

His senior sister had also asked him this question before.

Zhou Chenxi remembered, at the beginning he indeed got stuck because he couldn’t find out what the feeling of “liking” was.

Lu Ji remained composed and asked him again, “Have you liked anyone? Try recalling how you felt back then.”

Zhou Chenxi shook his head and sighed, “No, I’m so unlucky, who would date me?”

“But you’re cute,” Lu Ji added in his mind. Then he said, “So, you’ve never liked anyone?”

Zhou Chenxi fell into Lu Ji’s trap, “No, I’ve been solo like a peony, guaranteed!”

Lu Ji’s lips twitched subtly.

After a while, he said seriously, “That’s complicated.”

Zhou Chenxi turned to look at him.

Lu Ji continued, “Without any experience, I can’t help you.”

“Have you never liked anyone, Lu Ji?” Zhou Chenxi’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Lu Ji paused for a moment, “Not in the past, but now I have.”

Not in the past?

Zhou Chenxi ignored the second half of the sentence and suddenly thought of Luo Xinghe.

Not in the past meant Lu Ji hadn’t liked Luo Xinghe?

Zhou Chenxi felt a surge of happiness.

So, who does Lu Ji like now?

Zhou Chenxi began to worry again.

The director of “Carp” had asked him to investigate the relationship between Lu Ji and Shao Yunyi, but it seemed like there were no results.

Shao Yunyi and Lu Ji knew each other before, which meant that Lu Ji’s affection wasn’t for Luo Xinghe or Shao Yunyi. Then who could it be?

While Zhou Chenxi was contemplating, he heard Lu Ji say, “How about this? Should I help you find the feeling? You can try pretending to like me. It seems like that’s the only way. You don’t want to waste another day for everyone tomorrow, do you?”

“How do I pretend to like you?” Zhou Chenxi felt a bit nervous for some reason.

“Let’s start by cultivating some feelings,” Lu Ji stood up and adjusted the cuff of his shirt sleeve, rolling it up a bit, “No rush, there’s still time.”

It was now past 8 o’clock in the evening. Waiting a bit longer wouldn’t disturb anyone.

Lu Ji circled around the room and found the only prop he had—taking out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet.

This was the hotel’s prepared wine, not high in alcohol content, so it wasn’t easy to get drunk.

“Remember your emotions and feelings today,” Lu Ji said, “Bring them to the set tomorrow and give it your best shot. I believe you’ll satisfy the director.”

Zhou Chenxi sat up straight, “Alright.”

Lu Ji smiled, “Don’t be so nervous.”

Zhou Chenxi’s shoulders relaxed suddenly.

“Also, don’t be too relaxed…” Lu Ji chuckled helplessly, “Wait a moment.”

He found a corkscrew.

Having just made tea that hadn’t even been tasted yet, Lu Ji didn’t mind using some of it. He pushed the tea set aside, grabbed a glass, and poured half a glass for Zhou Chenxi.

“Do you need to fortify yourself?” Zhou Chenxi picked up the wine glass, shook it, and then sniffed it.

“No need,” Lu Ji said, “Take a sip first.”

Zhou Chenxi obediently took a sip.

“Another sip,” Lu Ji tempted him.

Zhou Chenxi took another sip.

“How does it feel?” Lu Ji asked, testing.

“Sweet,” Zhou Chenxi said absently, “The wine is sweet.”

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