Chapter 145: You Roll, I Roll Too
“Noyamaguchi’s writing style is too calm, almost like he’s writing a story. He details Higa calmly admitting to poisoning his neighbor’s cat, which made me feel strange.”
“And Noyamaguchi’s complex emotions toward Higa—he calls Higa his friend on the surface, but there’s a sense of alienation between the lines.”
“Why aren’t you talking, An An?”
Shen Yutong was excitedly sharing her guesses about Malice next to her, but Qi Luo An just found it noisy.
Yu Wei had already spoiled the plot for her.
To make it convenient for her to plagiarize, Yu Wei basically told her everything he could, including the later foreshadowing, twists, and developments—she knew them all…
When a friend talks about something you’re familiar with, and you have to pretend you don’t know to avoid awkwardness: maybe you can only fake a smile and act calm.jpg.
“Maybe he… is just cold by nature.”
To avoid spoiling her best friend, Qi Luo An could only seriously talk nonsense.
Shen Yutong didn’t comment on hearing that, instead looking at Qi Luo An with a serious face. Compared to the novel’s follow-up, she was actually more concerned about what this guy had been busy with lately?
Yesterday their spark almost didn’t continue.
“It’s all bubbles~”
Qi Luo An also knew what she wanted to ask, so she could only sing nonsense to change the topic. No wonder Yu Wei didn’t tell anyone when he first started writing the novel.
Actually, several times she wanted to tell Shen Yutong clearly, but thinking about her writing being analyzed word by word, she ultimately didn’t have the nerve.
Shen Yutong originally wanted to pull her back into the entertainment industry, and now seeing her writing this, she would definitely complain that she wasn’t focusing on her proper work.
“Sung well, so what have you been busy with lately?”
“Nothing…”
Shen Yutong was determined today to get this out of her. She always felt Qi Luo An was hiding something from her, and it had something to do with her.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll keep pestering you.”
Qi Luo An instantly couldn’t sit still. If she kept following, how could she write? She hadn’t updated today’s content yet.
And based on her understanding of Shen Yutong, this really wasn’t a joke. If she said pester, she would really pester, peeping intensely.
On one side was the hard-to-voice sense of shame, on the other was the helplessness of being pushed too far. Qi Luo An gritted her teeth— if it really came to it, she’d just tell her…
But this thought had just risen when it was interrupted by a sudden phone ringtone. The caller ID was Yu Wei.
Savior!
Under Shen Yutong’s puzzled gaze, Qi Luo An carefully answered the phone, not knowing what he wanted from her?
“Hey, I’m at Yutong’s place as a guest.”
Qi Luo An’s voice on the phone sounded a bit stiff. Yu Wei was stunned for a moment upon hearing it, not expecting her to start with that.
Who asked you?
But he could probably guess—it was likely Qi Luo An afraid he’d mention her writing the novel, so she preemptively gave a heads-up.
How could he? As an old failure, Yu Wei understood this awkward part too well. After all, web novels weren’t really worth chatting about.
“Do you have a passport? If not, forget it?”
The Louvain International Film Festival documents invited three main creators of Sound Mixer: Lu Zhou, him, and Qi Luo An.
As for Zhang Lingye, he played a corpse, lying and sitting there—really no need to invite him.
As the director, Lu Zhou definitely had to go. He called to confirm if Qi Luo An was going; if yes, the Film Association could handle a work visa.
Provided she had a passport—applying for one would take at least a few days, and applying now was obviously too late.
Yu Wei hadn’t had one before either, but after hearing Sound Mixer was selected for the Luwen Award, the company foresightedly got one for him.
“I have one, got it after the college entrance exam planning to go abroad for fun, but didn’t use it, and it hasn’t expired…”
Going abroad was such a hassle; if Yu Wei wasn’t going, she definitely wouldn’t. What’s more, now there was an extra clingy person by her side.
Now she had to go.
“Then bring your passport and passport photo to our company as soon as possible. We’ll prepare the rest.”
The whole process of applying for a visa was quite troublesome; having the company and Film Association handle it would undoubtedly be much easier.
Although Qi Luo An wasn’t an artist, applying under the team’s name was fine, since her name was indeed on the invitation.
“You heard it too. I have something to do.”
Shen Yutong was a bit speechless for a moment. She definitely wouldn’t stop others from handling proper business, but if An An went abroad, she’d have even less chance to get this figured out.
For someone with strong curiosity, this feeling was no different from a novel breaking off at the climax.
……
Yu Wei really hadn’t expected so many people accompanying him abroad. Ying Huo Hua Wen specially formed an international event team for him.
Agent, assistant, stylist, makeup artist, translator—all complete, even including professional international lawyers and tax advisors.
Wasn’t this a bit too comprehensive?
Clearly, the company’s emphasis on Yu Wei was exceptionally high. During renewal, he was just promising material with a representative work; now he had grown into a dragon-slaying youth.
And he really slayed one…
Though it was just the most ordinary business trip, the revenue he brought to the company was still considerable.
Plus the continuous popularity and influence—not only valued, they treated Yu Wei like a treasure.
What’s more, it wasn’t just their idea—the Film Association had spoken too. Whether they won or not didn’t matter; they couldn’t lose face.
This was the first time a domestic short film was selected for the Luwen Award. Compared to the result, this process was the most important, so professionalism had to be maxed out.
“Oh man, a ten-hour airplane.”
Qi Luo An had never been on such a long flight, flying across half of Blue Star from East 8 zone to East 1 zone.
Maybe because they were going abroad, she dressed very conservatively today: purple hoodie plus wide-leg shorts, looking much more well-behaved than usual.
“Sleep and you’ll be there.”
Yu Wei appeared calm on the surface, but it was actually his first international flight too. They’d probably need to adjust for jet lag upon arrival—it was quite taxing.
But he could handle this minor difficulty; after all, it was a company-paid trip…
“I specially slept full before coming. Just don’t sleep.”
Their seats were together. Qi Luo An was really curious what Yu Wei looked like sleeping; now was the perfect chance to see.
“I won’t sleep either. I can write on the way.”
Actually, writing on a plane was quite uncomfortable; Yu Wei had experienced it last time.
But not writing a single word for ten hours would give him a sense of guilt…
Entertainment novels required plotting; planes easily caused headaches, so Yu Wei planned to write something light, finish chapters two and three of Malice, and release them together later.
“You really love writing too much.”
Qi Luo An wasn’t surprised by this. Yu Wei’s love for novels was evident to heaven and earth; everyone knew.
Felt like with his personality, even on his wedding day he’d add an extra chapter to celebrate before entering.
During check-in, the ground staff recognized Yu Wei, her eyes widening slightly: “I really like your singing. Are you going to the film festival?”
She skillfully checked the passport and visa, tagged the luggage, and put it on the conveyor belt.
Yu Wei nodded. Looked like everyone was paying attention to him going abroad. He hoped they wouldn’t expect too much, or it’d be embarrassing to return empty-handed.
Passing through the jet bridge, he subconsciously looked back at the city behind him, then turned and stepped into the cabin.
Just don’t crash…
Yu Wei’s seat was by the window, Qi Luo An on the other side of the aisle. Their gazes met, then tacitly they both pulled out their tablets and started writing.
You grind, I grind too!
Liu Ning and Lu Zhou behind them were dumbfounded. Was this too ridiculous? Yu Wei doing it was one thing, but how did Qi Luo An join in?
So synchronized—they wouldn’t believe there wasn’t something between them…
Yu Wei had just started writing when he looked up and saw a glaring camera filming energetically next to him.
“What’s this for?”
“The accompanying photographer will capture some of your trip’s daily life, then edit a vlog: Yu Wei’s Luwen Award Journey.”
After all, it was the first time a domestic film team was nominated for the Luwen Award. The behind-the-scenes, on-site footage, live broadcasts—definitely couldn’t be missing.
They might not even win; if they didn’t film the Luwen Award process, wouldn’t it be a wasted trip?
Not only film, but live broadcast too!
This was the Film Association’s idea. Yu Wei’s last phone interview was too casual; the organizing committee got zero popularity, while marketing accounts ate all the traffic from reposts.
Now Yu Wei was going to the Louvain International Film Festival—such a good opportunity, how could they pass? Must follow and update every moment.
Many domestic netizens were looking forward to Sound Mixer winning, but with blocked information, they got no feedback. So the organizing committee decided to do a live broadcast.
Ying Huo Hua Wen had no objection; it was good for Yu Wei, maintaining his popularity and letting everyone know his recent situation.
If he won then, with so many audience witnessing it firsthand, one could imagine the explosive popularity.
Even if not, at least give everyone something to discuss.
But definitely no live on the plane. Just now, the photographer couldn’t resist filming Yu Wei seriously typing, planning a short video for the intro.
“Live broadcast?”
It’d been a while since Yu Wei’s last live stream, which was singing, and he barely chatted with netizens.
The two days of live streaming writing on his alternate account didn’t count; the audience didn’t know it was him then.
“Sure, why not.”
Yu Wei really hadn’t done a proper live stream much. Perfect chance to show readers and fans the foreign scenery.
Then he could use jet lag as an excuse to take a day off…
The ten hours on the plane were quite long. Yu Wei nearly dozed off midway, but turning back to Qi Luo An’s intense gaze sobered him up instantly.
Qi Luo An claimed she was watching him write—aka watching you write. Though she brushed it off successfully, she was clearly disappointed.
Why was it so hard just to see his sleeping posture?
After hours of flight, the plane began descending. The ear pressure change made Yu Wei slightly uncomfortable; he swallowed a few times to relieve the ear pain.
Taking advantage of the network recovery, Yu Wei casually updated the fresh new chapters. Only after posting did he realize it was probably late night back home.
Such a ghostly update time…
Rest two days to adjust, then continue ten thousand words a day tomorrow.
