Shen Kong's brows jumped, and he almost thought that the familiar mechanical warning sound was going to sound in his mind in the next second.
—But no.
Shen Kong felt relieved and once again put on the perfect mask belonging to Meng Mingxuan on his face.
He stood up from the bed in a panic, looked at Han Li standing at the door half fearfully and half nervously, and stammered:
"Han, Mr. Han? Why are you here?"
Han Li frowned slightly and stared at him quietly, his dark eyes gloomy.
He saw the handsome young man standing by the bed looking more and more embarrassed under his gaze, twisting his sleeves with his slender fingers hanging by his side.
The frown between Han Li's brows deepened.
He looked at Meng Mingxuan for a long time, until the man's white ears were filled with crimson, and then he finally became kind-hearted and broke the heavy silence in the room:
"you know me?"
Meng Mingxuan nodded vigorously: "Yes, who in the entertainment industry doesn't know..."
Before he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate, so he hurriedly stopped the words and hung his head in embarrassment.
Han Li lowered his eyes, gently rubbed the top of the cane twice with his knuckled fingers, and then said:
"It's nothing. I heard about the farce just now and came to see you."
He raised his eyes and looked at Meng Mingxuan again, and his low voice was restrained and polite: "Xiuran will become very extreme when it comes to film art. He is the one who threw things at you. I will do it later." Let him apologize to you personally."
Meng Mingxuan hurriedly waved his hands and said with some stuttering: "No, no, no, I understand. Director Pei has artistic requirements, not for me personally. There is no need to ask me..."
He couldn't speak anymore.
Han Li stared at him, took over the conversation, and continued casually: "Then I should be able to hope to see you on the set, right?"
Meng Mingxuan looked stunned, as if he was overwhelmed by the news:
"On the set? But, but... audition?"
Han Li raised his eyebrows indifferently, and said the important role in his mouth casually, as if he was just deciding where to eat tonight: "Xiuran has already decided that you are his Shen Guiyuan, even if it is the company The senior management can't change his mind. As long as you want it, this role is yours."
Meng Mingxuan was speechless and nodded blankly, as if he had not yet recovered from the shocking news:
"Okay... ok..."
Seeing that he had received a positive answer, Han Li nodded slightly at him, then turned and left the infirmary.
Listening to the crisp sound of the cane and leather shoes tapping the floor gradually away, the exaggerated and real expression on Shen Kong's face instantly faded away, as if the clouds floating in the clear sky were blown away by the breeze, leaving only the rest. Under the clear and far-reaching sky.
He leaned back casually, as if he couldn't care less.
A pair of amber eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the empty doorway in trance.
Although the direction of the plot caught him off guard, Shen Kong also made some discoveries that made him quite relieved - although the current Han Li was very different from the image in Shen Kong's memory, compared with him in the original plot , but obviously became more cheerful and sunny, which made Shen Kong feel a kind of relief like an old father. Sure enough, his first two nodes were not in vain.
At this moment, the system's voice suddenly rang:
"The studio has received the corrections officer's request and will respond to the relevant situation."
Shen Kong was startled, his eyebrows became serious, and he listened carefully to the next words of the system:
"The studio detects the exposure risk of correctors by detecting the mental threshold of the world in the book. Once someone in the world connects the corrector with his past identity through definite evidence, or learns about the purpose of the corrector's existence, the spiritual threshold of the world will soar, and the work The room detection system will default to the risk of exposure, thus forcibly removing the correction officer from the current timeline.”
Shen Kong thought for a while and asked:
"So, only if someone, through evidence, confirms my identity, will I be considered to be at risk of exposure, is that right?"
He emphasized the pronunciation of the words "through evidence" and "confirmed."
The system's emotionless mechanical voice sounded in his ears: "If you want to understand it that way, yes, that's right."
Shen Kong fell into deep thought for a moment.
He recalled what happened on the day he was forcibly transported away.
First there was Han Li’s unexpected visit the night before, and then his unexpected invitation—
It seemed like there was something wrong with everything.
The next day, Han Li did not come to school all day.
After school, when Shen Kong was taken back to his family's house by his housekeeper, the system's warning sounded, followed by a car accident and forced evacuation.
It shows that during this period of time, someone knew his identity for sure, and it was supported by real evidence, rather than just random conjectures.
Shen Kong recalled the content of the note Han Li left for him the next morning: "I have something urgent to do today. I have asked for leave. I will see you after school in the afternoon."
What is Han Li's urgent matter that day
Do you want to deal with something, or... meet someone
Shen Kong's heart skipped a beat, and he caught the thoughts that were passing through his mind, and asked solemnly: "By the way, I remember I asked you before, what will happen to my temporary identity after I leave? Said, their lives are safe, they just don’t remember all the memories of the time when I replaced them, right?”
The system replied: "Yes."
Shen Kong took a deep breath, and a bold guess emerged in his mind. He pursed his lips slightly and said to the system in his mind:
"I think I probably know how I was exposed last time."
Now that I know the reason—
Then, he can be more careful this time.
Han Li left the infirmary and walked slowly forward along the deserted corridor. The sound of his cane tapping the ground matched the sound of his footsteps, striking even and rhythmic notes on the ground.
As soon as he turned around the corridor, he was stopped by a voice:
"-Hey."
Han Li turned around following the voice and saw Pei Xiuran standing in the corner with his back against the wall. The emotion on his face became quiet and peaceful again. He could not see the mania and extreme just now. He straightened up and shouted at Han Li walked over and said jokingly:
"I didn't know that the dignified Mr. Han would actually care about the living conditions of young actors."
Han Li gave him a cold look: "-At least I won't throw anything at him."
Pei Xiuran was not angry even after being stabbed. He just looked back at Han Li quietly, as if he was examining something.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked without warning:
"Are you still looking for your sweetheart?"
Han Li frowned, and the aura on his body instantly condensed:
"Nothing to do with you."
Pei Xiuran sighed: "Those media said that I am extremely paranoid, and I think you are no less paranoid - what I pursue is the muse, but what you pursue is more illusory than me. Ever since I met you in college, you have been I keep looking for this...illusion in everyone around me, and even your willingness to invest in my movie is probably for this purpose. It's been eight years, why haven't you woke up yet?"
He shrugged and continued:
"Also, although I promised to help you find someone like Shen Guiyuan, it does not mean that the person I find may be the person you want. After all, this is the entertainment industry, and actors all rely on their acting skills to make a living. They really have similar personalities and the possibility of them being the same person is really slim.”
Han Li's dark pupils suppressed the dark flames. He gave Pei Xiuran a warning look, his eyes as cold as blades.
-To a certain extent, he really hated Pei Xiuran's extremely sharp probing power, but on the other hand, it was this probing power that made him aware of Han Li's repressed and hidden side. The two met and gradually developed into the current friendship.
Pei Xiuran did not dwell on this topic, but cleverly changed his tone:
"However, since you are here, I have to ask you - do you think this Meng Mingxuan might be the girl of your dreams?"
This time, Han Li hesitated. He shook his head slowly and said:
"… I am not sure."
Pei Xiuran was a little surprised: "Not sure? This is too strange. This is the first time I have seen you unsure in so many years."
Han Li didn't say anything, he just lowered his eyes quietly and rubbed the cane slowly with his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something.
Pei Xiuran suddenly became excited. The gentle and gentle look before seemed to be peeled off from his body again. A kind of paranoid and almost pathological emotion emerged from his eyes like the tip of an iceberg above the sea:
"However, this Meng Mingxuan is simply a jade in the rough. He is still very jerky and cumbersome in many places, and there are heavy traces of imitation, but he is definitely a jade in the rough..."
Pei Xiuran's tone suddenly became more intense, and he seemed to be intoxicated in the fantasy in his mind:
"-As long as it is carved into shape in my hands, it will definitely be the perfect Shen Guiyuan! I originally thought that I would not find him. I even started to hire someone to re-write a version of this character that did not appear. I didn't expect that it would actually happen. I found it... It is indeed God's blessing for me. The finished product this time must be very beautiful... "
At the end of the speech, Pei Xiuran became incoherent again, using incoherent words to express his abstract and extremely volatile inner world intermittently.
Han Li, who was standing aside, listened absently, tapping the tip of his staff regularly with his fingertips, making a subtle sound.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, looked up at Pei Xiuran, interrupted him in a matter-of-fact tone, and informed lightly:
"By the way, in two days, I will take you to apologize to him."
Pei Xiuran was a little stuck for a moment, as if he didn't realize that things were going to turn out now, and he couldn't help but utter a confused monosyllable in his throat:
"… ah?"
Han Li looked up at Pei Xiuran ruthlessly, his dark eyes as deep as the sea:
"I believe that the Pei family's tutor will not allow you to expose what just happened without apologizing."
Looking at the stunned Pei Xiuran, Han Li's cold and profound face showed a smile without warmth:
"—After all, it was you who threw the cup at him."
The author has something to say: ... My hands shook and I clicked on the saved manuscript to update.
Just, just think that I updated it in advance orz