Guchuan's New Job

"Why are you so bundled up?" Guchuan tried to pull off the tightly wrapped scarf from Little Ai's head, but she stopped him.

"Can't I just be cold?" Little Ai said softly, her voice muffled by the mask over her mouth. She was wearing oversized clothes that made her look like a chubby little ball.

Little Ai carefully surveyed the area around the TV station, afraid of encountering The Organization's people.

If she could, Little Ai wished she could stay home forever and never go out. That way, she wouldn't have to worry constantly about running into The Organization.

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

Guchuan took the scarf off Little Ai's head and wrapped it around his own neck. Exposing her face in public made Little Ai a little flustered.

"You're so annoying! Give me back my scarf!" Little Ai jumped, trying to snatch the scarf.

"No way, no way~" Guchuan playfully dodged left and right, allowing Little Ai to only touch his arm, unable to reach the scarf around his neck at all.

Little Ai looked mortified and angry. He's treating me like a child and messing with me again!

I should really give Guchuan a dose of that medicine too, so he can experience the humiliation of being treated like a child!

"Little Ai, I have social anxiety. Please lend me the scarf. Otherwise, I won't dare to speak to anyone once we're inside the TV station," Guchuan spouted nonsense.

"You have social anxiety? I think you're just socially terrifying instead." Little Ai retorted mercilessly.

You, a terrorist, afraid to see people?

Hmph! What a terrible guy, always snatching things from kids.

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

The job Guchuan Yuan found for him was at the TV station. Because he was a minor, he could only work four hours a day.

The pay wasn't high. Guchuan felt like Gin had complained, telling Guchuan Yuan to find him any random job to keep him from bothering Gin again.

Ah~ Gin, you're too petty.

Thinking back to the time Gin hung him from Tokyo Tower, Guchuan showed a look of resentment. Sooner or later, I'll hang Gin too.

Little Ai looked at Guchuan, whose expression was inexplicably changing, and sighed.

Is this kid going crazy just thinking about having to go to work?

While Guchuan was distracted, Little Ai showed a sly smile, jumped up, and tugged on the scarf around Guchuan's neck.

"Ah, ah, ah, are you trying to strangle me?" Guchuan quickly lowered his head.

"Uh, sorry." Little Ai quickly covered her face tightly and glanced apologetically at Guchuan.

"I think you just want to strangle me and then inherit my fortune."

Guchuan was bickering non-stop with Little Ai when a middle-aged man in a suit walked over.

The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, his leather shoes gleaming. His thick black hair was reflective, and a kind smile was perpetually on his face.

"You're Guchuan Ning, right?" The man extended his hand to Guchuan.

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

"Hello, I'm Choso Fuji. I'm the director at Nichuri TV. Your father has already briefed me. Just follow me."

Choso Fuji looked at Little Ai behind Guchuan with a hint of surprise but didn't pay her much attention.

Guchuan Yuan had explained that the job itself wasn't important; he just needed Guchuan to spend some time at the TV station. Choso Fuji treated it as if he were babysitting.

Although this 'child' brought another child along, what difference did it make between looking after one or two?

"This is a program I personally produced. You can follow me as my assistant."

After Guchuan arrived at the set with Choso Fuji, he was left to his own devices. Everyone there, whether directors, hosts, lighting technicians, or photographers, was very friendly to Guchuan, which meant Guchuan didn't experience any workplace bullying, much to his slight disappointment.

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

"Assistant producer," Guchuan said.

Little Ai pouted. He said assistant producer, but he clearly didn't have any work. They weren't letting Guchuan do anything, nor were they letting him familiarize himself with the program content. They were completely treating him like a young master.

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

Little Ai glanced at him, wanting to refuse. Playing games with someone so bad would make her bad too.

"If I win three rounds, I'll buy you a bag."

"You think you can beat me? No way." Little Ai silently picked up the game console, ready to use all her life's skill to battle Guchuan.

"No holding back," Guchuan said meaningfully.

"Don't you worry, I'm definitely going to give you a good beating," Little Ai said, her expression unchanged.

While Guchuan and Little Ai were in the thick of their game, a commotion broke out at the program set. Choso Fuji was even yelling expletives.

"Why is that Choso Fuji shouting so loud? He made me mess up." Little Ai pouted and put down the game console.

She had finally lost three rounds. If she kept playing, she'd really throw up.

"What a thrilling match," Guchuan said, satisfied, as he put away his game console.

"My superior is in trouble. It's time for me, his subordinate, to share his burden."

Step aside, I'm about to show off.

"Is something wrong?" Guchuan asked, walking up to Choso Fuji.

"It's nothing, you don't need to worry."

Seeing it was Guchuan, Fuji suppressed his irritation and gave a perfunctory reply, then shouted loudly to the staff nearby.

"Quickly contact that guy, otherwise he can forget about ever appearing on our Nichuri TV shows again!"

One of the guests scheduled for the show had suddenly canceled, infuriating Fuji. It would delay today's recording, and there wouldn't be enough time to record before the show aired.

Guchuan, having figured out the situation, decided to volunteer.

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

"You?" Choso Fuji frowned.

This Young Master Guchuan had an unusual background; perhaps many people would give him face and rush to the TV station now. He had originally planned to treat him like a mascot, but he never expected him to actually be useful in this way.

"Then I'll trouble you," Choso Fuji said with a smile.

"It's no big deal, no trouble at all."

Guchuan laughed heartily, then started walking towards the stage.

"Wait a minute!" Choso Fuji and Little Ai simultaneously stopped him.

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

"Go be the guest, didn't you say the original guest couldn't make it? So I said I'd help, and you agreed," Guchuan said.

Choso Fuji looked at Guchuan awkwardly. Is this what you meant by 'helping out'?

"Our show only invites guests who are famous or highly accomplished in a particular field," Choso Fuji subtly reminded Guchuan that he wasn't qualified.

Little Ai joined in the mockery.

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