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Chapter 28 - Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong (7): Teaser! Current mission completion rate: 10%?

Chapter 28 - Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong (7): Teaser! Current mission completion rate: 10%?

Translator: KunLin

Editors: Amaris, Grump

The egg was brooded but nothing came out of it. People in engineer professions were all ample in brilliance but pitifully endowed when it came to courage.

Gou Liang waited an entire day but still didn’t receive a response from He ChongFeng—Wu, is he sitting in front of the computer again? If that’s the case, who knows what kind of magical transformation he’ll make the holographic baby undergo again—in brief, Streamer Gou was disappointed. In his sadness, he came to a decision ??

He will use ‘Massage to Aid Sleep’ on his male god!

Thus, he went from the living room to the bedroom with a serious and upright professional-doctor.jpg and said to Film Emperor He: “Strip, ba.”

He ChongFeng: “…Please wait. Let me take a bath first.”

He ChongFeng dawdled as long as he could before finishing his bath. When he came out, he saw Gou Liang sitting on his bed… drinking fruit juice.

Gou Liang turned his head, his eyes swept playfully over the robe He ChongFeng was wearing. He ChongFeng’s expression immediately switched to cold-and-aloof mode; he pretended not to see the ‘Fairy, are you waiting for me to help you strip?’ expression from the other. He handsomely tossed aside the towel he dried his hair with and tugged loose the belt of his robe. After taking off the bathrobe, healthy and beautifully defined six pack and pectoral muscles were revealed—along with the long legs that were kept hidden underneath a pair of gray pants.

Gou Liang: Tch, stingy.

Curving his lips, he placed down the juice and patted the soft pillow, motioning for He Chong Feng to lie down. Afterward, his evil intentions began to show, he parted his legs and sat down on Film Emperor He’s back.

En, this was the legendary ‘Feng waist’ that was valued to be at tens of hundred of millions. It felt even better than directly sitting on top of a billion dollars!

With burning eyes, he looked at He ChongFeng’s broad shoulders and back with its perfect muscle and structure. Just by looking alone he was conquered by the masculine aura being emanated.

Gou Liang looked at He ChongFeng’s thoroughly red ear tips. He suppressed any impulsive desires for fear of scaring away the proud but shy cutie. He opened the bottle of essential oil and poured some onto his palm. He rubbed it between his hands before vey naturally placing a palm onto He ChongFeng’s back. He then leaned forward and placed his other hand by He ChongFeng’s face: “Do you like this fragrance?”

He ChongFeng turned his head and snuck a quick glimpse at the pair of dimples on the other’s cheeks. Feeling the warm palm on his back as well as the weight sitting on top of his waist, he pursed his lips and impassively nodded his head.

Gou Liang asked him: “What does it smell like?”

He ChongFeng: “…Lemon?”

He didn’t understand why Gou Liang would ask such an obvious question and hesitated a moment before answering.

Gou Liang snorted. Just lemon? (¬_¬)

This bottle of essential oil was made of the essence he had extracted from Soul Returning Grass. For just this bottle alone he had to spend 5 points.

Not to mention, if an ordinary person were to use items from the system shop, it would directly induce a resonance within their soul—in the past, when he had cooked the remaining Soul Returning Grass that he hadn’t use like vegetables and fed it to Shi Yu, it had given Shi Yu quite a shock: A plate of vegetable was actually able to taste like strawberries, such an unique and ingenious idea, my dear Chef Gou, you really are awesome!

At this moment, images flashed through his mind: Lemon chicken, lemon tarakihi fish, lemon rouge lotus roots, lemon honey tea, lemon cheese— Ao, they will definitely taste superb!

He stared at He ChongFeng’s lips and secretly… swallowed saliva from his desire to ‘eat’.

His fingers appeared to casually brush across the well-proportioned back. Gou Liang pressed his palms against He ChongFeng’s back and began kneading it. His massaging skill was fresh out of school but the effects of the Soul Returning Grass made up for any defects in his technique. The essence slowly permeated into the skin and spread throughout, quietly mending any discomforts of the body as well as all the undetectable deficiencies that arose with aging.

He ChongFeng rested his head upon his arms comfortably. In an instant, all the hyperactive thoughts in his head lazily came to a sluggish stop.

Gou Liang asked if the strength he was using was satisfactory before idly starting to chat with him: “Male god, male god, your character’s part is almost over, right?”

He ChongFeng: “En.”

Pausing for a moment, he then took the initiative to provide more details: “Filming will be done by next week but I’ll be with the special effect team for a period of time for any touch-ups. En, I don’t have any work planned for the next half of the year, however, yesterday Qing-Jie said there will be a short-term contract for a program.”

Previously, because of his health condition, other than ?Agent of War?, which had already been finalized, Niu Qing refused all other works. Those unexplainable symptoms of illness caused He ChongFeng to pour all his attention into work. Niu Qing was afraid that if He ChongFeng continued to work at such high intensity his body would collapse and had originally planned to clear his schedule for two or so years in order to let him rest and recuperate. Although Gou Liang’s appearance turned the situation around for the better and He ChongFeng’s body was already more or less recovered, Niu Qing still wanted him to rest for another three to five months just in case.

Gou Liang curiously asked what program.

He ChongFeng answered obediently: “It’s a fan feedback event held for WE’s hundredth anniversary. A holo-reality program will be broadcasted.”

Gou Liang suddenly remembered seeing a notice of this on Ming Xing’s homepage. He asked: “Then are all the participants of the programs already decided?”

“En.” Since it wasn’t any secret, he told Gou Liang the names of the five confirmed guests. Other than him, there was Ming Xing from the purple list, as well as three other artists from the red list. It could be said that WE had taken out the most luxurious line-up it could arrange in order to show the greatest sincerity to the fans. They believed that once news of this was published, the fans definitely wouldn’t be disappointed.

Gou Liang let out an ‘oh’. As he continued to massage, he had the system search up information on WE’s anniversary event as well as detailed information on the other three participating artists.

Seeing that he had suddenly gone quiet, He ChongFeng began to feel nervous.

When Gou Liang said he wanted to work with him, he had always kept it in his heart and if possible, he also didn’t want to disappoint Gou Liang—since it would also be a happy thing for him if he could see the little dimples at all times.

Although it was a large-scale event held for the hundredth anniversary, as long as Gou Liang wanted it, he could arrange a role for him…

Unfortunately, even after waiting for a long time, Gou Liang did not bring up this request.

He ChongFeng faintly moved his waist. When he felt the weight belonging to another person relaxed upon him, the frustration in his heart finally ebbed some: Wu, wanting to work together, liking me and stuff… could it be that Little Fool was really only saying it lightly?

Before he could think further, Gou Liang got off of him.

With a sense of loss, He ChongFeng blankly turned his head around, only to see Gou Liang sending his fingers to his mouth—Eh?

Gou Liang was caught red handed by him but he didn’t mind. He continued to lick his fingers, his brows arched as he said: “This brand of essential oil is edible, it shouldn’t be wasted.” This was made out of precious Soul Returning Grass ne, it would simply be too wasteful to just wash it off!

“The taste is really good, does male god want to try?”

As he said this, he seemed to think this idea was not bad. He poured the bottle’s remaining essential oil into his palm and enthusiastically brought his hand over to He ChongFeng’s mouth. He smiled brightly as to encourage him.

The technician film emperor had a huge brain pit that was deep without a bottom and was most certainly full of colorful imaginations, however, Gou Liang reckoned he would only dare to think but not act, as usual. Who would’ve thought, He ChongFeng would suddenly seize his wrist. With a taut, cold and aloof face he leaned in closer—he quickly licked Gou Liang’s palm once and then, as if he had been burned, abruptly released the hand and buried his face in the pillow to hide his crumbling expression—only ears red as boiled shrimps were visible.

Gou Liang’s palm was sensitive, it curled up after being licked. He didn’t even notice as Soul Returning Grass juices flowed down from the lines of his palm onto the bed sheet. He stared blankly at one spot before finally revealing a smile.

He imitated He ChongFeng who was covering his face with a pillow using both arms and laid down beside him, smiling softly as he asked: “Male god, was it tasty?”

“…En.”

His voice was muffled by the pillow, making it sound even deeper.

Gou Liang took a mile after being given an inch, he nudged even closer until his breath tickled He ChongFeng’s ear. Seeing the ear twitch once, then twice, Gou Liang was full of satisfaction as he said: “Male god, are you being shy?”

He ChongFeng’s body went stiff, he let go of the pillow and silently turned his head. With a solemn expression he said: “No.”

“Really?”

“En!”

His eyes were fully persuasive, wu, perhaps if his face wasn’t so red and his heart wasn’t beating so rapidly…

Gou Liang smiled knowingly, his unhappiness due to He ChongFeng’s passiveness and the unfamiliar feeling of suddenly taking initiative all disappearing like clouds parting after a rainstorm. Gou Liang leaned in forward, one hand sinking into the pillow as he lowered his head… and pressed a soft kiss against He ChongFeng’s lips.

He said: “He ChongFeng, I… like you.”

The little person in He ChongFeng’s heart was thoroughly red from its fingernails to the tip of its hair: Little Fool said he likes me! He said he likes me while we’re in bed, he likes me, he likes me!!! Push him down ah, go ah! At a moment like this, if you still don’t act, can you even call yourself a man!!!

In reality, he was also thoroughly red. He laid face up in bed as he looked at Gou Liang. Finally, as if he had hardened his resolve, he sat up and lifted his hand to bump against Gou Liang’s hand before saying in a shy but firm tone: “I promise you.”

Gou Liang: This answer… Film Emperor He, just now, what exactly happened in your fantasy world? ( ? ? )

He ChongFeng saw that Gou Liang didn’t respond and became nervous. Afraid that he wasn’t expressing himself clearly enough, he leaned in and pecked Gou Liang on the lips, saying: “Anything you want to do… I’ll agree.”

?Ding, The target’s favorability value has been updated. Current favorability value: 75! ?

?Ding! The mission progress bar has increased. Current completion rate: 0.1%!!!?

The second day.

When Zhao Bin heard that Gou Liang took the initiative to come to the company and discuss work with him, he was surprised but did not feel particularly elated—this little brat was more trouble than the two purple listers he had cared for before added together.

Sure enough, after hearing Gou Liang’s request, Zhao Bin’s entire face went stupid: WHAT???

“You said you want to participate in the hundredth anniversary real-time feedback reality program?” Zhao Bin pressed his hand against his forehead and said: “Little child, before leaving the house, remember to eat your medicine. Now stand up, walk straight, and turn right once you’re out of the door. Thank you!”

What kind of joke is this!

Why don’t you think about the caliber of the people attending this reality show!

Although being able to invite a figure like He ChongFeng who ranks in the TOP 10 purple listers was outside of WE’s expectation, the company’s bottomline was at the red list, and only the top 250 of the red list on the Global Artist Ranking Chart, alright! A blue list artist with only views but no work to show, a no-name 18th-tier artist, why are you also trying to chime in! Child, take a bath and go to sleep ba!

Gou Liang also knew he was overstepping his bounds with this request given his current fame.

Because his fan count had broken through ten million, he directly jumped from being a transparent white list to a budding star in the blue list. Truthfully speaking, with his current fame and popularity, he was comparable to artists from the yellow list. But because he did not have any work, with only livestream shows and the ?Agent of War?that had yet to air, he currently couldn’t progress higher than the blue list. However, who said that all artists in the world have to rely on their works and acting skills? He wasn’t foolish enough to throw his lot on these things.

Gou Liang arched his brow and said: “I heard that there were plans to shoot a wilderness survival show and you guys are still lacking an island?”

Zhao Bin was flabbergasted.

This was insider information about WE. It had not even been publicized and, even within WE’s inner circle, there were very few people in the know. The wilderness survival program was one of the proposals for the anniversary live show that was looked most favorably upon. But, because the procedure to obtain permission to shoot on the island was too costly?—and they were also unable to find an island that guaranteed both safety of the crew and freedom to film?—this proposal was shelved. Later on, with the addition of He ChongFeng into the show, they became more hesitant about this idea: This was WE’s Big Boss/treasured panda; if something happened while filming on the island, they wouldn’t be able to atone for it even if they all collectively jumped off a plane.

Zhao Bin looked at Gou Liang with a complex expression. He didn’t pursue where Gou Liang had gotten this information. Rather, he narrowed his eyes and asked: “What do you want to do?”

Gou Liang smiled. He took out his phone and fixed the VR glasses onto the bridge of Zhao Bin’s nose.

Zhao Bin felt that he was on a helicopter, the rotor blades blaring up above. Underneath was a full view of a lone island floating in the ocean?—surrounding the primitive rain forest were the azure sea, a circular wall made of alternating red and white stones, and a sandy shore. He followed the helicopter’s view and was taken through the forest to experience its beauty; there were innumerable vines and roots that were tangled together and seemed to be reaching for the sky, there were magnificent and exotically beautiful flower fields, vivacious and varied animals, followed by an instance of sunshower that graced the earth…

Gou Liang: “Wen Wu-Ge, this island, what do you think of it?”

Zhao Bin: “…”

Similarly, a week later when He ChongFeng received the plan and namelist for WE’s reality show event, his expression was also: “…”

He silently sent the materials over to Gou Liang, his expression several degrees colder than usual.

Gou Liang was unconcerned. Instead, he laughed gleefully and fluttered the documents in his hands: “Well, male god, are you very surprised?”

He ChongFeng, under the other’s expectant gaze, finally nodded his head with difficulty. Inside his mind: He had battled for twenty years but had no use for his achievements, he suddenly felt that there was no meaning to life… what happened to the refreshing play where the transparent newbie would hug onto the big star’s thigh! ?????

#WE Headline: Celebrating the hundredth anniversary! Wilderness survival liveshow, are you excited!!!#

Once the theme for the anniversary fan feedback event was confirmed, the fans became excited like they had been injected with chicken blood as they wildly took guesses at who the six mysterious guests could be.

They each tracked the movements of their idols. All the stars that were found to have empty schedules during this period of time would be pulled up for discussion. Some orange list artists also took this opportunity to rub off on some fame; even if they would be ridiculed by the melon-eating crowd with comments such as ‘Mere orange list, with WE’s tyrannical style of doing things, the guests must at least be a red list, a red list! You oranges, wash up and head to bed ba!’, they would still enjoy the attention all the same.

Like so, time passed slowly. The names of the three red listers participating were eventually announced and the filming of ?Agent of War?also came to an end.

At the celebration feast for concluding the film.

Director Zhang even specially invited Gou Liang, who had long left the crew, to join.

The director who was known to be demanding with a fiery temper was actually quite amiable at the table, full of wine. He offered drinks to the creative team as an apology for the times he had scolded them, expressing straightforwardly that although there was no friendship to speak of while they were working, everyone was a comrade outside of the workplace—his own alcohol tolerance was low yet he liked to urge other people to drink. Anyone familiar with Director Zhang knew that he had been using this same reason to pour drinks for other people for the last decades.

The supporting male actor who had been poured two cups by him, said to the crew’s Big Ghost Zhang: “Director, I’ve already been drinking your apology wine for many years now. But on set, don’t you still scold when you need to scold? And aren’t I still waiting everyday for you to be more tolerant of me? So I say, we should drink some with the people you’ve scolded the least. If we drink two cups with them, maybe we will acquire some wisdom and in turn trouble you less in the future, don’t you think so?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Film Emperor He, but upon seeing his cold and frosty expression, they were unable to approach. Thus, they turned to Gou Liang who was busy eating, eating, eating.

In the entire ?Agent of War?production crew, they were the ones who were scolded the least.

The director gleefully looked over. Film Emperor He was not to be trifled with, but who would let a newbie star slip away? Seeing that Gou Liang was still fine even after drinking a round with the entire crew, everyone instantly became invigorated, all of them determined to make the other drink until he couldn’t stand. Who knew that in the end, even when the director, who was originally just a spectator, was drunk under the table by Gou Liang?—rolling on the floor as he called for his wife?—Gou Liang would still be sitting steadily on his chair… his eyes shining brightly as he stared at He ChongFeng.

He ChongFeng touched his face that was a bit hot and asked in a low voice: “Drunk?”

Gou Liang’s face was a deep red, when he heard his voice he revealed a foolish smile and raised his arms, saying: “Male god~ Hug~~”

That posture, that tone, both were exactly like when the holographic baby was asking for a hug—this was He ChongFeng’s soft spot from his dark and secret fantasies, and Gou Liang was directly poking right at it, causing He ChongFeng to nearly break character on the spot, in front of everyone.

He endured and endured but alas he couldn’t withstand it. He lightly hugged Gou Liang whose eyes had become wet from grievances when he didn’t immediately receive a hug, pulled him up, then bid farewell to the assistant director who was the only sober person as he was responsible for closing up. When the assistant director saw Gou Liang smiling foolishly as he hugged onto He ChongFeng?—his neck buried into the other’s neck as he nonsensically drunk-talked in a silly manner?—the assistant director’s gossipy nature was ignited, especially as he watched Film Emperor He who had always been cold towards everyone, carefully carried Gou Liang away.

The co-director stroked his chin: Impressive, Film Emperor He’s little star!

The assistant little bro was waiting outside. Seeing He ChongFeng carrying Gou Liang horizontally in his arms as he walked out of the elevator, the assistant hurried out of the car to open the car door for them.

In the car, he turned around, wanting to ask if Gou Liang wanted hangover medicine, only to see his boss raise the car’s privacy partition… this was the first time he had ever done so.

Moments before his vision had been obstructed, the assistant little bro saw with his very own eyes, a very intoxicated Gou Liang wantonly rubbing He ChongFeng’s face with his two hands as he leaned over with a “MUA” sound, smacking a kiss onto He ChongFeng’s lips! He ChongFeng raised his hand—and the privacy partition completely blocked off the assistant’s line of sight…

The assistant little bro silently twisted his head back: Qing-Jie, I think we’re about to be met with something huge ( ° ??° )

He ChongFeng raised his hand and pulled down Gou Liang’s hands, which were pinching his face, placing them onto his shoulders. He adjusted Gou Liang, who refused to release his lips, into a more comfortable position. Gou Liang sat on his lap as He ChongFeng allowed the other to kiss however he wanted, not resisting at all, the very picture of obedience.

The lemon-flavored soul force carrying a hint of sourness made one sober yet intoxicated.

“ChongFeng, He ChongFeng…”

Gou Liang muttered repeatedly as he bowed his head, seeking for more.

?Ding, the mission progress bar has increased. Current completion rate: 10%.?

He ChongFeng held himself back, just by occasionally taking the initiative to return his kiss, he already felt excited beyond comparison. However, Gou Liang was not satisfied, his tongue urged at He ChongFeng, unhappy about his idle passiveness. Only when his lips had been threateningly nipped by the other did He ChongFeng smile and press the back of Gou Liang’s head to seriously engage in the kiss with him. He ChongFeng’s kissing technique was stiff and mechanical like he had learned it from a textbook; it wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t intense. Rather, it was soft and lingering, rendering one intoxicated as they dwelled in it comfortably.

Gou Liang was surrounded by dense positive soul force. The flavor and scent of lemon invigorated him, his body relaxing under He ChongFeng’s kiss. His ramrod back softened, allowing himself to be switched from bending down to kiss to lifting his head in an imploring fashion. His legs that were originally kneeling on top of He ChongFeng’s lap were also spread apart. His entire body was like a koala, hugging He ChongFeng tightly.

He ChongFeng released Gou Liang. Although his face did not express it, his eyes were full of smiles and laughters. His finger poked lightly at the other’s dimples as he said, “Not pretending to be drunk anymore?”

Gou Liang wasn’t surprised that he had been exposed. He pouted and pecked him again before smilingly saying: “I am drunk, what can you do about it?”

He ChongFeng pretended to think before replying solemnly: “I need to think carefully about how to cooperate with you for this sort of play.”

Gou Liang: “What kind of play were you thinking of just now? ?v?”

He ChongFeng’s face became red, his eyes averting for a second before putting on a serious face x2: “Some things, it’s better to do them after marriage.”

Gou Liang: Eh, just now, was he proposed to? Was he proposed to? Was he proposed to? (? ? ?)