Guchuan's New Job

"Why are you wrapped up so tightly?" Guchuan wanted to take off the scarf tightly wound around Little Ai's head, but she stopped him.

"I'm cold, okay?" Little Ai spoke softly through her mask. Dressed in oversized clothes, she was bundled into a little round ball.

Little Ai carefully surveyed the area around the TV station, afraid she might run into someone from the Organization.

If she could, Little Ai wanted to stay home for the rest of her life and never go out. That way, she would never encounter anyone from the Organization or have to live in constant fear.

"I'm cold too. Let me wear it for a while."

Guchuan took the scarf off Little Ai's head and wrapped it around his own neck. With his face exposed in public, Little Ai became somewhat flustered.

"You're awful! Give me back my scarf!" Little Ai jumped up to snatch it back.

"Nope, nope~" Guchuan playfully dodged left and right, leaving Little Ai able to touch only his arms, nowhere near the scarf around his neck.

Little Ai's face was full of embarrassment and indignation. This guy was treating her like a child again!

She really ought to feed Guchuan one of those pills too, so he could experience the humiliation of being toyed with like a child!

"Little Ai, I'm socially anxious. Let me borrow your scarf, or I won't even dare talk to anyone once we get inside the TV station," Guchuan said, spouting complete nonsense.

"You're socially anxious? I think you're afraid of being involved with people," Little Ai mocked mercilessly.

You terrorist, afraid of meeting people?

Hmph! What a terrible guy who liked stealing things from children.

"Let's go." Guchuan took Little Ai's hand and led her into the TV station.

The job Guchuan Yuan had found for him was at a TV station. Since he was underage, he could only work four hours a day.

The pay was not very high. Guchuan felt that Gin must have gone and complained, making Guchuan Yuan find him some random job so he would stop bothering Gin.

Ah~ Gin, you're so stingy.

Thinking about how Gin had once hung him from Tokyo Tower, Guchuan's expression turned resentful. Sooner or later, he would hang Gin up too.

Little Ai looked at Guchuan, whose expression had changed for no apparent reason, and sighed.

Had this kid gone mentally unstable just because he had to go to work?

While Guchuan was distracted, Little Ai flashed a sly smile, jumped up, and grabbed the scarf around his neck.

"Ahhh, are you trying to strangle me to death?" Guchuan hurriedly lowered his head.

"Uh, sorry." Little Ai quickly covered her face tightly again and gave Guchuan an apologetic glance.

"I think you're trying to strangle me so you can inherit my estate."

While Guchuan was chattering away as he bickered with Little Ai, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over.

The man was impeccably dressed, with gleaming leather shoes. His thick black hair was shiny enough to reflect light, and a friendly smile remained on his face.

"Are you Guchuan Ning?" The man held out his hand to Guchuan.

"Hello, I'm Guchuan Ning. Just call me Guchuan." Guchuan shook the man's hand.

"Hello, I'm Choso Fuji, a supervisor at Nichuri TV. Your father has already explained everything to me. Just come with me."

Choso Fuji glanced at Little Ai behind Guchuan in surprise, but did not ask any further questions.

Guchuan Yuan had said there was no need for Guchuan to actually work. He just needed to spend more time at the TV station, and Choso Fuji could treat it as babysitting.

Although this kid had brought another kid along, what was the difference between looking after one and looking after two?

"This is a program I personally produce. You can stay by my side as an assistant."

After Choso Fuji brought Guchuan to the set, he left him alone. Everyone there, whether directors, hosts, lighting technicians, or camera operators, was extremely friendly toward Guchuan. He did not experience any workplace bullying at all, which left him a little disappointed.

"So what exactly is your job?" Little Ai tugged at Guchuan's sleeve.

"A producer's assistant," Guchuan said.

Little Ai curled her lips. He was supposedly a producer's assistant, but he clearly had no work to do at all. They neither made Guchuan work nor let him familiarize himself with the program's content. They were practically treating him like a young master.

"Let's play some games." Guchuan took out a game console.

Little Ai glanced at him and wanted to refuse. Playing games with someone terrible would make her worse too.

"As long as I can win three rounds, I'll buy you a bag."

"You think you can beat me? No way." Little Ai silently picked up the console, prepared to use every ounce of her skill against Guchuan.

"No going easy on me," Guchuan said meaningfully.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely teach you a harsh lesson," Little Ai said without changing expression.

As Guchuan and Little Ai were locked in a heated match, a commotion broke out near the program set. Choso Fuji was even loudly cursing at someone.

"Why is that Choso Fuji yelling so loudly? He made me mess up." Little Ai pursed her lips and put down the console.

She had finally lost three rounds. If they kept playing, she really was going to throw up.

"What an exhilarating showdown." Guchuan put away the console with satisfaction.

"My boss is in trouble. It's time for a subordinate like me to share his burdens."

Move aside, I'm going to show off.

"Did something happen?" Guchuan walked over to Choso Fuji and asked.

"It's nothing. You don't need to worry."

Seeing that it was Guchuan, Fuji suppressed his irritation and brushed him off before shouting at the staff beside him.

"Contact that guy right now! Otherwise, he can forget about appearing on any Nichuri TV programs in the future!"

One of the interview guests they had planned to invite had suddenly backed out, leaving Fuji furious. If today's recording was delayed, there would be no time to record it again before the program aired.

After Guchuan found out what had happened, he decided to volunteer himself.

"How about I give it a try?" Guchuan said.

"You?" Choso Fuji frowned.

Young Master Guchuan had an unusual background. Perhaps quite a few people would be willing to do him a favor and rush to the TV station right away. Fuji had originally planned to treat him like a mascot, but unexpectedly, he could be useful in this way.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Choso Fuji smiled.

"It's no big deal. Not a problem."

Guchuan gave a magnanimous smile, then headed toward the stage.

"Wait!" Choso Fuji and Little Ai stopped him at the same time.

"What are you going to do?" Choso Fuji looked at him in confusion.

"Be the guest. Didn't you say the guest you originally invited wasn't coming? So I said I'd help, and you agreed." Guchuan said.

Choso Fuji looked at Guchuan awkwardly. So this was the kind of help he meant.

"Our program's guests are all famous people or talented individuals who are outstanding in a particular field," Choso Fuji tactfully reminded Guchuan that he was not qualified.

Little Ai joined in mocking him as well.

"You'd better not go embarrass yourself on television. I don't want everyone in Tokyo to know I have a mentally ill older brother."