I'll Just Quietly Watch You Show Off and Won't Interrupt

It was simply absurd.

Granted, his transmigration had most likely altered the course of certain events in this world, just like in some Qing-dynasty time-travel drama, but this had veered so far off course it fucking qualified as a radical rewrite.

"Xu Su!"

As Xu Su pondered this, he saw the radically rewritten bottom... no, the original novel's bottom slowly approaching, sporting a hairstyle so meticulously styled that even a force-eight typhoon couldn't mess it up.

"So this is where you were. I've been looking everywhere for you..."

He stopped two or three steps away from Xu Su and smiled. "I'm ready. Let's get started."

He wore a sincere smile, his tone utterly earnest. Had Xu Su not personally experienced that ugly falling-out earlier, he would have wondered whether his memories had become scrambled on an Alzheimer's disease level.

"Started with what?"

Xu Su pretended not to understand.

The sincerity on Zhuang Luo's face stiffened for an instant.

But he quickly recovered.

"The shoot, of course."

Xu Su pulled the same trick again. "What shoot?"

"..."

The upward curve of Zhuang Luo's lips gradually flattened.

He stared steadily at Xu Su with a look he had never shown before, a mixture of scrutiny, resentment, and contempt. After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"Is this fun? What can you change by keeping up this act?"

Like the beautiful queen in a fairy tale finally tearing off her false disguise, he revealed the darkness within him at last.

Xu Su narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a soft laugh.

"Of course it's fun."

"Doing this makes me very happy, and it also makes you very unhappy. Tell me..."

Xu Su's smile deepened. "How is that not fun?"

As those provocative words landed, the atmosphere between them grew even more tense.

Zhuang Luo's eyes turned icy, and he spoke in a low voice. "Xu Su, do you have to make things difficult for me like this?"

"Listen to yourself."

Xu Su scoffed. "Who goes out of their way to bother with a dumbass? Usually, it's the dumbass with nothing better to do who comes looking for trouble."

This was practically pointing in his face and cursing him out, minus the pointing. Zhuang Luo clenched his hands in fury, his knuckles cracking.

Through gritted teeth, he spat out a threat. "Fine. Just you wait. I'll make you regret every single word you just said!"

"Go ahead." Xu Su was utterly unafraid. "I'll just quietly watch you show off and won't interrupt."

Zhuang Luo: "..."

That mouth was so foul it made you want to tear it apart!

Zhuang Luo glared at Xu Su in a towering rage, his eyes filled with hatred.

After a brief moment of calculation, he seemed to make up his mind. He abruptly raised his right hand and slapped his freshly made-up face hard.

Smack!

Like a clapperboard on a film set, that crisp slap signaled the start of Zhuang Luo's performance.

"...I know you still blame me, but Xu Su, I really didn't mean it. You... you..."

Tears spilled from his eyes in an instant. As he carried on talking, he raised his hand and slapped himself again.

Smack!

"Ah!"

This time, he even thoughtfully provided his own sound effect.

"Xu Su, how could you do this to me..."

Xu Su, who hadn't done a thing: "...Heh."

Seated on the ground, eyes brimming with tears, red marks on his face, looking utterly pitiful.

When Fang Han and the others heard the commotion and rushed over, this scene of a humiliated beauty was what greeted them.

Beside this beauty, another, even more attractive beauty was studying him with a peculiar, probing expression, looking down at him with the air of a victor.

Needless to say, he was clearly the vile, hateful bully!

"Xu Su! What did you do to Luoluo?!"

Taking all of one second to establish the "facts," Fang Han charged up to Xu Su without another word, pointed in his face, and cursed viciously:

"I've given you too much fucking leeway, haven't I?!"

"Who gave you the nerve to treat my man like this?!"

Cheng Nan hurriedly stepped between them. "Mr. Fang, please calm down. Calm-"

"Calm down, my ass!"

This time, Fang Han showed Cheng Nan no consideration. He shoved him aside and continued pointing at Xu Su. "I'm telling you, Xu! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll..."

"Hey, wait, wait, wait."

Xu Su made a time-out gesture and asked cryptically, "Mr. Fang, you think I hit him, is that it?"

"?"

The question startled Fang Han, leaving him inexplicably a little uncertain.

But after he glanced down at the glaring slap marks on Zhuang Luo's face, that sudden uncertainty immediately vanished.

"No fucking shit!"

He roared the rhetorical question, "If you didn't hit him, are you saying he hit himself?!"

Hey, you got it right. This moron did hit himself.

Like a widow subjected to salacious rumors, Xu Su sighed helplessly and left those words unsaid.

He was certain the man before him was another moron who wouldn't believe him, so he didn't waste his breath explaining.

Gently pushing Fang Han aside, he walked over to Zhuang Luo's feet.

Then he turned back to Fang Han. "Mr. Fang, you probably don't know me very well. I've never liked taking the blame for something I didn't do."

Fang Han eyed him suspiciously and sneered. "So? What's your point?"

Xu Su shook his head, an ambiguous smile on his face and a faint glint in his eyes. "I'm not trying to make a point. I'm going to..."

He drew out the last word cryptically while slowly turning back. With everyone's eyes on him, he raised his right hand with lightning speed-

Smack!!!

In an instant, the scene fell utterly silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, filled with immense shock and disbelief.

Under their incredulous gazes, Xu Su shook out his right hand and calmly finished his sentence.

"Make the blame you've pinned on me deserved."

His meaning was clear: you could falsely accuse him, but he wouldn't obediently take the blame. He would rather make the accusation true than suffer the slightest loss.

The move caught his opponents completely off guard, impossible to defend against. Zhuang Luo sat sprawled where he was, clutching one side of his face, so stunned he even forgot to cry.

Fang Han stood rooted to the spot, having never encountered anything like this. His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't get a single word out for a long while.

Xu Su waited patiently for a bit. When no one spoke, he asked:

"Anything else? If not, we can start shooting."

"..."

Having already guessed roughly what had happened and recovered from his shock, Cheng Nan had absolutely no idea what to say.

Still want to shoot?

They'll shoot you!

Shoot you dead, at that!

Covering his face, he silently prayed a few times for every god and Buddha to protect him, then adopted his most apologetic manner, hoping to quietly defuse the crisis.

But before he could speak, Fang Han, who had been dumbstruck all this time, suddenly "awakened."

"Still want to shoot?! In your fucking dreams!"

He rolled up his sleeves and glared furiously, scorching rage coursing through his entire body.

"We're terminating your contract, I'm telling you! Immediately!"

"And that's not all! I'll make sure you can't survive in this industry! You'll never get back on your feet again!"

His words were blunt and absolute. As Xu Su's manager, Cheng Nan immediately felt his vision darken and his legs tremble. Looking as though his parents had died, he barely managed to stay standing with repeated support from a staff member beside him.

Yes, what he feared most had happened after all.

Xu Su's career really would end today.

Sigh. What a disaster.