After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 31

Chapter 31

The program team somewhat regretted not starting the live stream from the pilot episode.
They never dreamed that Ruan Chi, who had dragged his feet until the last minute to provide his address, would actually live in such a blindingly luxurious mansion.
They were even more surprised that, after everything had been agreed upon yesterday, they were met with a closed door today.
What was this all about…?
They had seen people bail on shows at the last minute before, but this was the first time they had been chased away by security guards.
Impressive.

Coming to Zong Mo’s place, however, they received the complete opposite treatment.

Presumably, the program team was on a tight schedule. Zong Mo quickly finished packing the rest of his luggage and went to the kitchen to toast some bread slices. While controlling the toaster, he also started frying steak, chicken cutlets, and fresh shrimp in a pan. In another pan, he made American-style scrambled eggs, spinning like a top.
Finally, he added pre-sliced tomatoes and dried lettuce leaves to make hearty and nutritious sandwiches.

When the program team knocked and entered, they didn’t smell any particularly strong aroma. They thought Zong Mo, like Ruan Chi, had also gone back on his word, and their faces were grim.
After letting them in, Zong Mo ran back into the kitchen to watch the stove, leaving the group of people standing at the door.
Program team: ?

A man in a bucket hat spoke first, “Nice to meet you. I’m the chief director, Tu Bu.”
Zong Mo, too busy to even look up, just gave a “okay” in response, which was quite impolite.
After the experience of being shut out at Ruan Chi’s place, Director Tu couldn’t help but regret casually inviting a newcomer and a “resource celeb” who had been obscure for several years. But since they were already here, they might as well take a look first.

[T.N: Resource celeb : An internet slang term for a celebrity who, despite not being very popular or talented, consistently receives high-quality resources (roles in major productions, endorsements, etc.), usually because they have a powerful backer or sponsor.]

A bunch of cameras followed them in, all watching together.
Wait, this is…

Tu Bu looked at the neatly arranged row of sandwiches and asked in surprise, “Did you make all of these?”
The bread was golden and crispy, the green leaves were fresh and tender, the eggs were golden and delicate, and the meat was fried just right. A nutritious mix of meat and vegetables, it was also a visual treat.
Were they really not store-bought?

Although Zong Mo had also cooked on his live streams, it was always just for him and Ruan Chi. Zong Mo would casually stir-fry a few dishes like he was at home, serving his CEO Ruan, where taste was more important than presentation.
This time, Zong Mo had even cut the entire sandwich in half, revealing a beautiful and neat cross-section. He could imagine that if Ruan Chi saw it, he would definitely call it flashy and unnecessary.
But the program team was unusually appreciative.
Zong Mo was happy. He pointed to the steak frying in the pan and said, “There’s a hot one here, a black pepper steak sandwich. Who wants it?”
“Everyone, let’s go! Grab the man and the sandwiches!” Tu Bu shouted. “Don’t leave him even a single leaf of lettuce!!”
Zong Mo: ?

Zong Mo was captured, voluntarily.
As he willingly got into the nanny van, he still found it a bit amusing.
But he didn’t expect someone to already be in the car, sitting in the single seat further inside.
A delicate profile, sharp brows and eyes, but with a lingering touch of childishness that made him look refined. He was thin, with very little fat on his face. His monolids and straight, uncurled eyelashes added to his cool and aloof temperament.
Zong Mo couldn’t help but take a few extra glances. He was quite handsome. His black hair was cut very short, and his gaze was one of someone who had severed all ties with love and desire. Not his type. Perhaps the type his high school dean would praise.

At that moment, there was a loud rumbling sound.
The young man kept his head down, refusing to look up, but his back was visibly stiff.
Zong Mo didn’t find it embarrassing at all. It was just a normal physiological need of a human being.
So, instead of going to the long bench in the back, he sat directly in the other single seat by the door and took out a sandwich.
The program team had confiscated all his sandwiches. If he hadn’t said he hadn’t eaten breakfast, he wouldn’t have even been able to keep these last three.
Three different flavors, for CEO Ruan to choose from. Zong Mo thought for a moment. Relatively speaking, Ruan Chi didn’t like food that was too complex in flavor or a bit sweet. He took out the New Orleans chicken cutlet sandwich and asked, “Want a sandwich?”

Tu Bu, sitting in front of him, turned back and said, “By the way, Little Zong, this is Ling Han. Little Han, this is your first time meeting Zong Mo too, right? We’re not live streaming now, so you guys can chat casually. Don’t be nervous. Get to know each other.”
Even without Tu Bu’s reminder, Zong Mo had recognized from his age that this young man was Gong #5, Ling Han.
At this time, Ling Han was still a student at a film academy, Zong Mo’s direct junior, an ice-mountain cool guy.

He and Zong Mo also had some similar experiences, having signed with a black-hearted company. The difference was, his company wasn’t a shell company, but a top-tier entertainment company.
They didn’t make money from contract termination fees, but by sending the artists under them to sponsors’ beds in exchange for resources.
Gong #5 was incredibly stubborn, and would rather be shelved than submit.
But after really being shelved, the nineteen-year-old, stubborn and paranoid kid almost couldn’t take it.
The main shou‘s care saved him. Like treating a real younger brother, he encouraged and supported him, becoming the light in his life.
Later, Gong #5 took the main shou as his muse. He transitioned from being in front of the camera to behind the scenes, wrote dozens of hit songs, and easily terminated his contract with the company. He re-debuted as a singer-songwriter.
He even told the main shou that all these songs were written for him.
The main shou was very moved, but then was almost subjected to coercive love.
Fortunately, the main gong descended from the heavens and saved him. The main shou also finally recognized his own sexual orientation, and the two fell in love voluntarily. The most unexpected Gong #5 became the most crucial wingman.
Zong Mo was silent.

If you were to ask him who he least wanted to top, it would definitely be Gong #5.
A younger “little wolf dog,” too fierce. Who knows when he might get counter-attacked.
But if he completely ignored Gong #5, Gong #5 might get depressed and end his young life.
He already knew the trajectory of Gong #5’s fate and really couldn’t just stand by and watch.
He had to think of a way. To make Ling Han not give up hope when he’s shelved, and also not to see him as his muse.
So difficult.
But, the current Ling Han was only eighteen. Wasn’t he just a little brat who had just come of age and didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!?
He could even top CEO Ruan. What was there to be afraid of!
But his hand, holding the sandwich, had been suspended in mid-air for dozens of seconds and was about to go numb.

Only after hearing the chief director’s words did Ling Han slowly look over.
Ling Han didn’t look at the sandwich. Instead, he looked past Zong Mo to the window and asked leisurely, “You live here?”
It sounded like he was making small talk with Zong Mo.
Zong Mo also glanced out the window and found that this apartment was not only luxurious and high-end on the inside, but even from a distance outside the community gate, you could tell the astonishing price of the property from the fact that one balcony took up an entire floor.
How could Zong Mo possibly afford a place here?
He wasn’t interested in lying either, so he said, “It’s not my place. I’m just staying here.”
He hadn’t signed with a company; he was the boss of his own studio, so it couldn’t be a company apartment.
Ling Han’s hands remained in his pants pockets, looking extremely cool. He withdrew his gaze, frowned, and shot Zong Mo a disdainful glance before turning his head away.
His voice floated over coldly, “It’s really just like they say online.”
Unclean.
Having seen too many bullet comments, Zong Mo immediately guessed the three words he hadn’t finished.
Zong Mo: ?

What was going on? In the novel, Ling Han, who seemed cold but was actually gentle and only turned into a mad dog at the very end, was actually acting like a disgusted mad dog towards him from the very beginning?
Who cared about giving him breakfast! Zong Mo hadn’t even eaten himself!

Tu Bu, as the chief director, had been much busier than the guests this morning. He only had time to eat breakfast after the car started moving, devouring the sandwich he had snatched in a few bites.
So delicious!
He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the paper bag Zong Mo was holding and the sandwich in his hand. He asked, “Little Zong, are there any more sandwiches? Give me another one, okay?”
Zong Mo handed the sandwich that Ling Han had voluntarily given up to the director and received a kind and friendly smile.
Director Tu seemed so nice, much better than Director Yang!
He had to quickly get on good terms with Director Tu, so he could make him torment CEO Ruan more in the future.
Zong Mo was full of anticipation for the show, planning a beautiful blueprint for the future in his mind.

Tu Bu had already finished one hearty sandwich. He wasn’t as hungry now, so he ate slowly in small bites, savoring it.
So delicious!
He didn’t smack his lips, but the sound of his chewing was not concealed and was transmitted to the ears of the people in the back row. Especially for someone with an empty stomach, whose ears and nerves were particularly sensitive, the lethality of this sound was exceptionally great.
Ling Han couldn’t help it and looked up at the rearview mirror.
Tu Bu’s mouth was red from eating, and there was even meat juice at the corner of his mouth.
He slurped, sucking all the juice from the tomato slice into his mouth.
Ling Han: …

Zong Mo, afraid that Ling Han would feel embarrassed, forced himself to endure it, pretending not to hear the symphony in his stomach.
Ling Han: ?
Fuck!

There were clearly more sandwiches in the paper bag Zong Mo was holding, and more than one.
Ling Han secretly glanced over and saw Zong Mo sitting motionless, with no intention of feeding him again.
Was Zong Mo deaf? Couldn’t he hear his stomach growling?
Fuck, he’s really angry now, the kind that can’t be coaxed.

Zong Mo didn’t pay much attention to Ling Han. He looked at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window. They were almost at Ruan Chi’s house.
Tu Bu had tried to call several times along the way. When the car stopped, the satisfaction of being full was completely gone, leaving only bitterness on his face.
“What’s wrong with Ruan Chi? He hasn’t even started the engine.”
Actually, they could just go down and grab him. The security guards knew Zong Mo and wouldn’t stop him.
If that happened, his effort of changing places overnight would have been in vain.
Zong Mo had no choice but to say, “Let me try calling him.”
The call connected in three seconds.

Zong Mo was slightly stunned, then said familiarly, “CEO Ruan, are you packed? The director and I are waiting at the door.”
Tu Bu: ?
Zong Mo hung up the phone and belatedly realized, “Please edit that last sentence out.”
Why did the call go through as soon as Zong Mo called?
Ruan Chi’s impromptu act had successfully made Director Tu lose his basic trust in humanity. He skeptically called again, and it was still turned off.
“Why is it still off when I call?”
“Hmm?” Zong Mo was also puzzled. “Did you dial the wrong number?”
“Is this the number?”
The director turned his phone over for Zong Mo to see. This wasn’t just a wrong number; besides the first three digits, not a single number was correct.
Such an error couldn’t have been Ruan Chi giving the wrong number, nor could it have been the director remembering it wrong.
Zong Mo looked at it, felt it was a bit familiar, and said, “Uh, this seems to be CEO Ruan’s work number.”
Tu Bu: ?
Meaning, Zong Mo had called his private number?

Seeing the director’s strange expression, Zong Mo was stunned again and belatedly tried to fix it, “Please edit that last sentence out too.”
He was too used to calling him CEO Ruan. It was really hard to change the habit for a while.
Tu Bu readily agreed. Zong Mo leaned back in his seat and suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He traced the source of the chill and met Ling Han’s increasingly contemptuous gaze, which was now filled with understanding.
Zong Mo: ?

Ruan Chi’s gaze, looking down on trash from a high position, was cold, but it was more of a teasing and disdainful coldness.
And because his peach blossom eyes were naturally amorous, the feeling of a cat playing with a mouse was even stronger.
But Ling Han was just purely cold, like a quick-freeze freezer at minus eighteen degrees.
He was clearly not that noble himself, standing on the side of the road, yet he looked down on the passersby, freezing everyone who reached out to him, not even afraid of being retaliated against by angry people.
Zong Mo couldn’t be bothered to argue with such a little brat.
Sooner or later, he would get a taste of society’s harsh reality!

Author’s Note:
Little wolf cub Han Han makes his appearance. From now on, Mo Mo won’t be the dumbest one anymore.
Zong Mo: …Who are you calling dumb?
Ling Han: Disgusting!!!