Not even if I died.
At that moment, his inner thoughts perfectly overlapped with Lin An's.
Shi Zhongye looked at Xiao Yuan's trendy outfit—a fitted suit jacket on top and Patrick Star shorts below—and his brain finally came back online. "...Shi Jihan, did you do this?"
"Making Brother Xiao a trendsetter is my bounden duty." Shi Jihan patted his chest.
Rest assured, under his precise control over the entire crew's costumes, makeup, and props, Xiao Yuan had already lost the right to wear a complete outfit!
The manager had barely caught his breath before choking again.
[ Ding, mission "Reduce the film's costs and quality through crew procurement" completed. Reward: Malice Points +10 ]
Shi Zhongye watched Xiao Yuan quickly head for a corner after wrapping up his scene, trying to stay out of everyone's sight. A sense of sympathy for a fellow sufferer welled up in him. "Are you okay? Do you want to take off your mask?"
Xiao Yuan glanced at him, then flopped his head onto him with a smack, his voice weak. "...Not even if I die."
After saying that, he refused to lift his head again and retreated into himself.
Shi Zhongye wanted to pat his back and comfort the socially anxious man who was practically dying, only to notice that beneath Xiao Yuan's suit collar was a matching pink Patrick Star shirt.
"..."
No wonder his suit buttons were fastened so tightly.
Zhou Jingcheng watched the two hugging and clicked his tongue as he stood there enjoying the show. "Broad daylight, and you're corrupting public morals."
Shi Jihan wore the exact same spectator's expression. "Exactly, exactly."
Zhou Jingcheng asked him, "Where did you get those pajamas?"
"You're asking about that? I bought them at a rural market. Three for a hundred yuan." Shi Jihan's