That Day, I Suddenly Wanted to Make a Film

Yu Jiaojiao Secret Voice Transmission: "Shuhang, is this author someone you know?"

Song Shuhang Secret Voice Transmission, saying with a wry smile, "Gao Moumou is my close friend and roommate."

Yu Jiaojiao: "..."

Is it really that much of a coincidence? There were over eight billion people in the world in 2019! She randomly picked a novelist, and he turned out to be Song Shuhang's best friend and roommate. Could the next cartoonist she's going to pick be Song Shuhang's aunt?

Song Shuhang steeled himself and entered the small, dark room. He casually pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Gao Moumou. Then, he glanced at the luxurious executive chair Gao Moumou was sitting in; Gao Moumou seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit.

Behind him, two young girls dressed as maids smiled and closed the door.

Gao Moumou poured a drink and handed it to Song Shuhang, asking, "Shuhang, you mentioned on the phone earlier that you had something to do. Has it been resolved?"

"We've found a solution, now we're just waiting to get it done. This can't be rushed," Song Shuhang replied with a smile, his gaze fixed on Gao Moumou and his computer.

He needed to find an opportunity to explain things to Gao Moumou, after all, he was his best friend, and he would feel extremely guilty for deceiving him. Especially since it was because of him that Yu Jiaojiao had been caught and locked in a dark room by Yu Jiaojiao.

"You came so quickly, were you nearby just now?" Gao Moumou asked again.

"I guess so," Song Shuhang with a wry smile.

Gao Moumou glanced at Shuhang strangely, sensing that Shuhang seemed a bit off today. Also... in the two weeks since he'd last seen him, Shuhang seemed to have grown taller? And stronger too?

Gao Moumou added, "I called Tubo and Yangde again. Tubo said he's at his grandfather's house and can come over tomorrow noon. Yangde said he's working on a mini-program all night and will come over after he wakes up from his nap tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow, the four of us can have a good get-together and drink to our hearts' content."

"Okay." Song Shuhang nodded.

He held the drink with both hands and took a small sip.

How should I explain this to Gao Moumou?

Being too direct might ruin a friendship. But being tactful could lead to a bigger misunderstanding if things aren't explained clearly.

Gao Moumou sat back in his office chair and gently pushed up his glasses.

Shuhang was definitely acting strangely—from the moment he walked in and saw me, Shuhang 'd been in a daze. And wasn't he even curious why I was in this villa?

Normally, after Shuhang enters, she should give him a warm hug, and then immediately ask him why he chose to meet in this villa, right?

Gao Moumou crossed his arms and rested them under his chin, his gaze fixed on Song Shuhang through his glasses—why did he always feel that Song Shuhang seemed to already know everything, and knew why he was in this villa?

After thinking for a moment, Gao Moumou said, "Shuhang, I have a secret to tell you."

"What secret?" Song Shuhang asked, looking up.

"Actually... I hid it from you last time on the chat app. I've been writing a novel, and I've been doing it for many years," Gao Moumou said.

When he summoned Song Shuhang, Tubo, and Yangde to be his guests, he knew in his heart that he couldn't keep this secret forever—because he still had to write 20,000 to 30,000 words for Yu Jiaojiao every day. So, it was better for him to bring it up directly.

"Hmm." Song Shuhang nodded slightly, finally returning to the topic.

Gao Moumou continued to rest her chin on her hands—and Shuhang wasn't surprised at all!

He continued, "Then... a few days ago on the chat app, didn't I tell you that a very beautiful female reader added me? Remember, that Yu Jiaojiao? I even sent you her picture, wanting to introduce her to you bachelors."

"I remember." Song Shuhang nodded silently, clearly impressed.

The Yu Jiaojiao on his shoulder covered its eyes with its tiny paws; this whole thing was going too strangely. Especially when listening to Gao Moumou recount the story, she was so embarrassed she felt like she had cancer.

Gao Moumou said sadly, "Then, that reader named Yu Jiaojiao, I don't know what methods she used, actually persuaded my parents, and then they dragged me here, locked me in a dark room, and made me write non-stop every day. I had to write at least 20,000 to 30,000 words a day, and if I didn't, they wouldn't give me food."

Song Shuhang: "..."

His face was frozen, and he didn't know what kind of expression to use to respond to Gao Moumou.

"But then again, the food here is pretty good. I can eat three big bowls of rice in one meal now. The rice is especially fragrant. Even without any side dishes, I can eat two big bowls of rice alone," Gao Moumou continued.

--Absolutely, because those are all 'Spirit Rice'.

Gao Moumou then added mysteriously, "Moreover, the dishes here have some very special ingredients added. I've been eating them for a few days, and I feel full of energy every day. Even some of my hidden injuries have disappeared. Moreover, these ingredients are said to have no side effects. I plan to ask Yu Jiaojiao for some 'Vitality Potion' or 'Body Tempering Liquid' when I leave, so I can try them on my family."

Because of the 'bewitching' power in Yu Jiaojiao's previous words, Gao Moumou unintentionally became convinced of the efficacy of the 'Vitality Potion' and 'Body Tempering Liquid'.

Gao Moumou recounted the story.

Song Shuhang nodded in agreement.

After Gao Moumou finished speaking, Shuhang sighed softly and then asked, "Old Gao, have you ever thought about... escaping from here?"

You were forced to write this, okay?!

I'm still locked in a small, dark room, and they don't give me food until I finish writing.

Why do you look so happy now, and why can you eat three big bowls of food at every meal?

This is completely different from your usual rational self. You know, before, Gao Moumou was the most mature member of the dorm, always playing the role of taking care of Shuhang and the other two.

"Escape?" Gao Moumou had been resting his chin on his hands, suddenly froze—Holy crap, right? Why did I never even think about escaping?

Strangely, ever since he was taken to the dark room, he seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, desperately writing to earn a living. Although Yu Jiaojiao never let him go hungry.

But why did he never think of escaping from here?

Even after obtaining the 'address' from the girl dressed as a maid, he never considered 'escaping', nor did he secretly ask Song Shuhang and the others to use the 'address' to rescue him.

Is it really because the food here is so delicious?

But I'm not a foodie.

Gao Moumou became conflicted.

At this moment, Yu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and Secret Voice Transmission to Shuhang: [It's because of psychological suggestion.]

Since she had arrested Gao Moumou and locked him up in a dark room to write his novel, of course she had to prevent him from escaping.

However, if he were really locked up in an iron cell, it would cause Gao Moumou to feel psychologically depressed. Could he write a cheerful novel under such circumstances? Perhaps Gao Moumou would end up writing a novel about 'the miserable life in a dark room' or something similar.

Therefore, Yu Jiaojiao used the method of 'psychological suggestion'. This method was something she, with her half- Mermaid blood, was very good at.

After a set of psychological suggestions, Gao Moumou never even considered escaping. He happily ate, wrote, slept, and submitted his manuscripts every day.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Indeed, for authors, having readers who are immortals, superpowered individuals, or aliens is the most terrifying thing. Because you can't possibly use common sense to predict what methods these Superman will use to urge you to finish your work.

"Luckily, I have no interest in writing novels," Song Shuhang thought to himself.

At this moment, after hesitating for a long time, Gao Moumou gritted his teeth and said, "Shuhang, let's discuss the 'escape plan' after Tubo and the others arrive tomorrow."

Song Shuhang: "..."

He glanced at Yu Jiaojiao on his shoulder—facing the person in question, discussing how to escape from her grasp—wouldn't that be a bit disastrous?

"No, no, we can't run away right now. I want you all to try the food here, it's amazing. I've only been eating here for a few days, and I'm already getting abs. Having a great physique without exercising is my dream!" Gao Moumou exclaimed.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Has Gao Moumou gone haywire from typing too much these past few days?

"However, although the food here is very good, I still need to escape. So Shuhang, tomorrow I'd like to ask you to take a look around the villa and see if there are any good escape routes. That girl Yu Jiaojiao certainly won't restrict your movements, so you can take advantage of that."

Song Shuhang sighed softly.

This can't go on any longer. If we keep hiding it, the misunderstanding will snowball and grow bigger and bigger. If we finally tell the truth, our friendship will really be over.

Song Shuhang, "Old Gao, I also have a secret to tell you."

"Go ahead and say it." Gao Moumou chuckled, his hands clasped under his chin. "You've looked constipated ever since you walked in; you definitely have something to say. I've been waiting for you to say this for ages."

"Hey, let me tell you this first, but don't get angry after I tell you the secret," Song Shuhang said in advance, giving him a heads-up.

Gao Moumou smiled, then said in an exaggerated tone, "Shuhang, what kind of friendship do we have? Don't worry, our friendship can withstand any storm."

"Okay, then I'll start." Song Shuhang cleared his throat. "Where should I begin? Let's start from the very beginning of summer vacation. That day, I suddenly had the idea to make a movie."

Although it's true that Yu Jiaojiao arrested Gao Moumou and locked him up in the dark room because of her own actions, there are still techniques to confessing.

Getting straight to the point would put too much pressure on people. Therefore, he needs to slowly analyze the cause and process of the matter.

"Making a movie?" Gao Moumou's lips twitched.

"Well, it's not the kind of movie you're imagining. It's just a movie we make for our own amusement, something we can release for fun during the New Year," Song Shuhang continued. "Then, a friend of mine suggested that since we're going to make a movie, we need a script. At the very least, we need a story."