Elio: Why Does This Script Never Stop Needing Revisions?

Kafka looked at the two people in front of her with a helpless expression; she didn't know what to say to them.

They were secretly competing not long ago, but now they've joined forces. I really don't know if it's because her previous words struck a chord with them or something else.

If she hadn't been awake and heard noises outside, and hadn't come out to check, she really doesn't know what our new member (choking back tears) would have become...

Seeing that the two were silent, Kafka looked at them and said with a smile, "Darling, why aren't you saying anything?"

Finally, it was Firefly who spoke first, weakly saying to Kafka, "We... we can't sleep..."

Seeing that Firefly had taken the lead, Silver Wolf nodded repeatedly and Firefly, "Yes, yes, we just couldn't sleep, so we thought we'd go out for a walk..."

"Really?"

"It really is, really, more real than gold."

Hearing Kafka's questioning, they nodded repeatedly, sticking to their previous conclusion. Since the situation was already like this, they might as well stick to it and maybe there would still be a glimmer of hope.

Kafka nodded, pretending to understand, and said to the two of them, "I see..."

She paused, then, under their expectant gazes, continued, "Guess whether I believe you or not? Okay, darling, now go back to your room and sleep."

She then turned to look at Silver Wolf, her expression serious. "Especially you, you've been staying up all night for days. If you don't want to be addicted to games from now on, then go to sleep now."

Silver Wolf's breath hitched when he heard Kafka's words. He clenched his fists tightly, but dared not retaliate. He remained silent for a moment before turning and leaving without uttering a single harsh word.

As Kafka watched the Silver Wolf's departing figure, a hint of smugness flickered in her smile. Then, she turned her gaze to the Firefly standing to the side.

Feeling Kafka's gaze, Firefly's breath hitched, but she didn't dare to speak first and challenge Kafka's authority.

Seeing Firefly's actions, Kafka chuckled softly and continued, "Alright, baby, you should go to sleep too. Although I don't know if you've changed recently, your body doesn't support staying up late."

"I..."

Firefly opened her mouth, wanting to refute Kafka's words, but the words just wouldn't come out.

What could she say? That as long as Bai Luoming was around, she wouldn't feel her illness anymore?

Even if she said that, Kafka might not believe her, and even if she said she had no ulterior motives, Kafka probably wouldn't believe her either.

Thinking of this, Firefly lowered her head, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"I see."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her room.

Seeing Firefly return to her room, Kafka smiled with satisfaction. Then, she suppressed her smile and looked towards Bai Luoming's room door.

This new colleague is quite popular; I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

She sighed softly, then stopped thinking about it and went back to her room.

Time flies, and it was the next day in the blink of an eye. Bai Luoming woke up in bed, completely unaware of what had happened the night before.

"Phew, that was a really good sleep."

As he spoke, he got up and began to wash up. He finished quickly, changed his clothes, and left the room.

Bai Luoming walked down the stairs, where Ren was already busy in the kitchen. On the table were cups of hot soy milk and a small basket containing several fried dough sticks.

"Hey, Blade, busy?"

Upon hearing Bai Luoming's words, Ren stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Bai Luoming, gave a simple "hmm," and then resumed his work.

Halfway through, he seemed to remember something and said to Bai Luoming, "Don't be shy about the food on the table. Eat if you're hungry, and wake them up when you're done."

"Alright, actually I wasn't planning on being polite with you."

As Bai Luoming spoke, he sat down at the table, picked up a fried dough stick, and examined it. Judging from its appearance, the fried dough stick made by the blade was of the highest quality, each one golden yellow, uniform in size, and crispy to the touch.

However, the quality of a fried dough stick cannot be judged solely by its appearance. With that in mind, he picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite.

As soon as you bring it to your mouth, the aroma of oil mixed with the fragrance of flour fills the air. One bite reveals an unparalleled crispness, but it's only the outer shell that's crispy; the inside of the dough has a surprisingly soft and fluffy texture.

"Wow, Blade, your fried dough sticks are pretty good. I never knew you had this skill. It's a real shame I didn't get to eat them back then."

"Eat as much as you like, there's more if you're still not full."

Ren didn't even turn his head, simply replied with a sentence, and then went back to doing his own thing.

Seeing this, Bai Luoming didn't say anything more, quickly finished his breakfast, and then planned to wake up the others.

But before he could do anything, Kafka led Firefly and Silver Wolf downstairs. However, Firefly and Silver Wolf, who were traveling with him, were clearly sleep-deprived and had no energy at all.

Upon seeing Bai Luoming, they simply raised their hands in greeting, without intending to say anything further.

"Well, you've come at the right time. I was just about to call you."

"Really? That's quite unfortunate."

Kafka picked up where Bai Luoming left off, a clear smile in her eyes.

Bai Luoming waved his hand and said to Kafka, "Hey, you can't say that. In other words, this saves me some trouble, doesn't it?"

After saying that, Bai Luoming turned to the group and said, "Alright, let's have breakfast first. Blade's cooking is really good."

"OK."

Kafka continued, bypassing Bai Luoming and sitting directly at the dining table. Silver Wolf and Firefly also bypassed Bai Luoming and sat down listlessly at the table.

Silver Wolf ignored everyone else, picked up a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth. Firefly looked at Bai Luoming and asked curiously, "Has Luo Ming already eaten?"

"I've already eaten, you guys eat, don't worry about me."

"All right."

As she spoke, she picked up a fried dough stick, put it in her mouth, took a small bite, and chewed it slowly.

Just then, Ren came out carrying a plate of freshly fried pancakes, which looked like chive pancakes.

He placed the chive pancake next to the fried dough stick, then took off his apron and picked up a fried dough stick to eat.

Seeing that everyone had arrived except for Elio, Bai Luoming was curious and asked Kafka, "Where's Elio? I haven't seen him."

Upon hearing this, Kafka put down her food, looked up at him, and after swallowing the food in her mouth completely, she spoke softly, "You probably won't see it for a while. Yesterday it was saying that the script was messed up again, so it went to revise it."

"Ha?"

Does it happen often?

"Actually, it's not that. It's just that sometimes we have to do it this way. For example, things related to you always have to be done overtime."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Yes, every move you make will actually cause changes to Elio's script, and then it will have to be revised."

Bai Luoming was somewhat puzzled. He wasn't exactly an important person, so how could Elio not have predicted his actions?

"Is that so?"

"You're puzzled, darling? But I don't know the reason either. You'll have to ask Elio, though he might not tell you."

"All right."

When Bai Luoming heard Kafka say that, he didn't think much of it. After all, it was Elio who was doing the extra work, not him, so why should he care?