My girlfriend is from the future!

"Hello, good morning, Mr. Deng."

"Hey~ Bald Eagle, you're here for breakfast? It's rare to see you at this hour."

"Ha, what bald eagle? Boss Deng, you're more than twenty years older than me. You're so energetic every day. I wouldn't dare to get old before you. Have you finished eating?"

"I've finished eating. I have a meeting this morning and have to leave first. Director He, I have a project this afternoon and I'd like to discuss it with you. Are you free?"

"Yes, with Mr. Deng's presence, I have to put aside my other commitments."

"Hey, you young man, you really know how to talk... Wait for me, see you later."

"See you."

Early that morning, He Tianran appeared at the entrance of a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant near Zhuguang Lane. He ran into another film investor who was also in the film and television park. The two exchanged a few pleasantries at the entrance. He Tianran stepped into the restaurant and immediately saw Yu Hui standing at the order counter, ordering food in broken Cantonese.
"Boss, I'd like a bowl of wonton noodles, no scallions, and no cilantro..."

The shop owner behind the counter stared at him blankly. He Tianran walked over from behind, patted Yu Hui on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"What kind of noodles? Tell Sai Yung to eat more authentic ones. Boss, please let Sai Yung go. One bowl of roast meat rice at the bottom, and two cups of black coffee."

The boss instantly sobered up. "Hey, that's how you order food! Natural Boy, find a seat."

He Tianran made a gesture of acceptance, then, with Yu Hui still repeating Cantonese syllables, he found two empty seats and sat down.

The man pulled a pair of disposable chopsticks from the holder, skillfully scraped off the rough edges, and handed them to his underling. He asked:
"If I remember correctly, Yu Hui, you should be from Hong Kong, right? What, does no one in your family speak Cantonese?"

Yu Hui accepted it with both hands. "My family all speaks Hokkien, and I've lived with my grandma since I was little. I can speak Hokkien, but Cantonese... sigh, bro, why don't you teach me sometime?"

"Okay... Well, except for places like this, Mandarin is perfectly adequate in Hong Kong. Just look at that boss. If you had spoken Mandarin, would he have dared not serve you? You should use this time to work on your script."

He Tianran took out another pair of chopsticks and began scraping.

"elder brother……"

"Ok?"

Yu Hui rested his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked on with curiosity:
"I've noticed... you've been in a good mood these past few days. Have you and Sister Ai Qing made up again?"

He Tianran was stunned. Three days had passed since the "boy" took over the body without permission, causing a farce. The scene that happened at Cao Aiqing's house that night was still vivid in his mind. Now, when he thought about it, the corners of the man's mouth would involuntarily turn up a little.

However, he certainly wouldn't publicize this kind of thing. He feigned disgust and touched his hands, which were resting on the dining table, with the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, and don't leave your hands like that. The table hasn't been wiped yet, or your sleeves will be covered in grease. The boss is really grateful for cleaning up for him..."

"Heh, I just noticed you look radiant again, just like before..."

Seeing that he obediently withdrew his hand, He Tianran paused, then deliberately asked:

"What was I like before, and what am I like now?"

Mentioning this made Yu Hui excited:

"Brother, you used to be so energetic. Like these past few days, you've been smiling at everyone you meet and even joking with me. But lately, you've probably had too much on your plate. You've been so gloomy, but it's all understandable. If I had to deal with so many things all day, I'd definitely become depressed."

"Hmph, what a flattering attempt you've made."

Soon, the food they ordered arrived. Yu Hui ate his noodles, while He Tianran took a sip of coffee and said slowly:
"We'll go over your script internally when we have time. It'll probably need some revisions. Once it's almost done, I'll help you with the process. But it won't be done anytime soon. The company has a lot of projects right now, and several dramas we've invested in are in the queue. Yours is an art film, and Director Li has already taken up a spot. So your script definitely won't be a high priority. You'd better be prepared to wait a year or two."

Yu Hui looked up, not in a hurry to ask about the notebook, but instead said:

"Bro, will you take me to those rides with long queues you mentioned?"

He Tianran laughed, "You're the first director my studio signed, so tell me, should I include you in my projects?"

A simple yet sincere expression appeared on Yu Hui's face:

"That's fine then, brother, you're overthinking it. Don't even mention making me wait a year or two, even if it's three or four years, I'll wait. After all, my life experience is limited. If I were to compile it into a book, it would only be a thin few tens of thousands of words. Actually, I'm also afraid that if I start filming too early, I might regret it later when I'm more mature. So... brother, please help me manage this matter. If you think I'm capable of filming it, then I'll go for it. If you think it's not the right time for me, then I'll wait. I'll listen to you."

He Tianran blinked and smiled.

Sometimes he felt that the junior schoolmate in front of him, who was only a year younger than him, was more like his younger brother.

This is not the author's subjective conjecture; he believes that the original He Tianran must have felt the same way when faced with such a scene.

"Heh, alright, with your flattery skills, if you gave it to the protagonist in your novel, he would have succeeded long ago. He wouldn't need to run away from home..."

He Tianran made a joke, and Yu Hui seized the opportunity to climb up the ladder:

"It's not like... the protagonist just hasn't met someone like you, bro..."

He paused for a moment, recalling what had happened in the office last time, and a sense of unease lingered within him…

"Oh right, brother... I..."

"Om - hum -"

The phone on the table interrupted Yu Hui's speech. He Tianran, who was eating, swallowed a few times, took a sip of his coffee with one hand, and looked at the caller ID on his phone with the other.

It is lukewarm.

He answered the phone:
"Hey?"

"Where are you?" Wen Liang asked directly on the phone.

"Zhuguang Lane, what's up?"

Have you been wandering around a lot these past few days?

He Tianran knew she was referring to "young man," but the three of them had recently agreed to discuss these matters either in person or via private email, so Wen Liang's deliberate concealment over the phone was not wrong.

The man glanced at Yu Hui, who was focused on eating his noodles across from him, and said:
"No, just tell me what it is."

"It's nothing, I've just been thinking about it these past two days. Your sudden departure last time, if I hadn't seen you, who knows what kind of trouble you would have caused. But we can't be with you 24/7, so I kept thinking and thinking, until I met a friend of my dad's today, and finally came up with a solution for you..."

Listening to Wen Liang's rambling, He Tianran scooped up a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth. Just as he swallowed it, the person opposite him finished speaking.

"What kind of solution is this? You'd need to meet with your dad's friends to come up with one."

"He's a bodyguard! He can also be a driver, driving for you, and on call anytime, anywhere."

"Sigh, I..."

What are you doing! Are you disgusted?

"no……"

Although He Tianran was not surprised by Wen Liang's suggestion, he still thought about it seriously. It seemed that he was indeed lacking someone who could take care of him at any time. Although the "lead singer" would not come out easily, and the "young man" did not show any signs of wanting to control his body in the short term after being hit, there was always a chance of something going wrong. Moreover, even the "writer" himself was not sure about his own situation. Therefore, having someone who knew him well by his side would be beneficial in every way.

However, this is all predicated on the premise that one can truly "know the inside story".

"Wen Liang, you know me, right? If I want to find a driver or bodyguard, it's just a matter of saying a word."

"Of course I know. I can call you because I've already helped you get through the process."

"Okay, then when can you help me make an appointment with the other person?"

He Tianran knew that Wen Liang was also a smart man, and there weren't many men who could catch a girl's eye in this regard, so he should be a good candidate.

"Forget about making appointments, young master, just come over now."

"Huh? Now?" "Yes, don't delay, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

He Tianran hesitated for a moment:
"Then...where should I go now? To find you?"

“Yeah, come to my family’s boxing gym.” Wen Liang said confidently.

"your home?!"

"uh-huh!"

In the fading light across the street, he heard phrases like "Let's make an appointment," "Now," and then "My place," "Your place." The voices sounded familiar, and he immediately perked up his ears like antennas, staring at the other side while slowly putting noodles into his mouth.

"Now... that's fine too..."

Thinking about it, there doesn't seem to be anything urgent today. After much consideration, I realized that my own affairs are more pressing. If this matter can be settled as soon as possible, I can feel at ease sooner.

"Do you remember where I live?"

Hearing that Wen Liang seemed to be implying something, He Tianran wasn't entirely sure:

"Do I...remember?"

"You should remember."

“Really?”

"My dog ​​misses you a lot, please come over soon, that's all."

"Clam……?"

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The caller hung up. Looking through WeChat and his phone contacts, the "writer" indeed found an address noted below the phone number…

He felt uneasy because it seemed that the original He Tianran had been to Wen Liang's house and was quite familiar with it, since even the dog owned by Wen Liang recognized him.

Could it be...

The "writer" dared not think about it too much, because on the first day he woke up, he confronted Wen Liang in the office and lamented that the original owner of this world had really spoiled Wen Liang. After all, what artist would dare to push open the door and point their finger at their boss and yell at them...

Judging from the scene that day, the relationship between the two was indeed very close. It's possible that after he confessed the situation, he also continued the cause and effect that the original owner had not yet resolved.

Being the "lead singer" is one thing, but I never expected the original owner to be like this... in such an ambiguous way.

The "writer" suddenly felt overwhelmed, as if he had a huge headache.

"Brother...who is it?"

Yu Hui asked curiously.

"Curiosity killed the cat, little brother."

He Tianran glared at him.
"I know it's Teacher Wen Liang..."

In fact, Yu Hui had already figured it out a long time ago.

"You know, but you still ask."

Yu Hui put down his chopsticks and said cautiously:

"Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you, right after this episode of 'A Day in the Life' went online, your pairing with Wen Liang was trending on our online forum for eighteen hours. Right now, when I'm scrolling through short videos, three out of ten are clips from your show. Entertainment marketing accounts are scrutinizing every detail, saying that you two are really going through the motions. So if you're going to... find Teacher Wen Liang now, you'd better... avoid those people."

“No… Hui Zi… you…” He Qiran was furious: “What are you doing looking at this, you big man? Are you crazy? Don’t you know that short videos are all information cocoons, all algorithms? The more you watch, the more they will push to you.”

Yu Hui forced out an awkward smile:

"Well... well... when you see someone you know, you should take a second look... and... and, bro, you're really good at variety shows... it's... it's getting me a little hooked, it's... it's really sweet, um."

"Sweet my ass!"

He Tianran finally cursed, but after cursing, he felt helpless, as if he had suddenly deflated, and resigned himself to his fate:

"Why do people nowadays not date themselves, but instead enjoy watching others flirt?"

"...Because I don't want to suffer in love myself, but I find it very enjoyable to watch others suffer?"

Yu Hui cautiously added a sentence.

"I'm just bored..."

He Tianran sat there, his shoulders slumped, his eyes unfocused and unsteady. He stared blankly for a few seconds, muttering something like, "Well, it's my own doing, I'll just have to die..." Then, he suddenly turned to Yu Hui and said:
"Give me a slap on the hand."

"What?"

The little guy didn't quite catch his breath.

"Hit, the clapper! I'll let you hit the clapper and say 'start'."

Clapping hands, as the name suggests, is when the clapperboard is not readily available on a film set, the script supervisor has to clap his hands to mark the sound source so that the audio can be aligned with the footage during post-production editing.

In most cases, the clapperboard is also used in another situation: when actors need time to prepare their emotions, usually for crying scenes, explosive scenes, or monologues. In this case, the director will usually choose not to call "action" but instead let the actors prepare and then give a signal by clapping their hands to start filming.

After He Tianran emphasized it again, Yu Hui finally realized what was going on. Although he didn't know why the other party was doing this, he had to listen to him since he was the older brother...

The young man then opened his hands:

"Here I come..."

3...

2...

*Snap!* Action!

"..."

With that crisp slap and the afterglow of the voice calling out the word "beginning," He Tianran seemed to have had an invisible switch flipped.

His shoulders, which had slumped over, slowly straightened up.

Those unfocused eyes, tinged with a writer's weariness and helplessness, seemed to be infused with something new with each blink, suddenly becoming bright and... playful.

He didn't get up immediately. Instead, he picked up the slightly cooled black coffee again, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The way he swallowed it was different from his previous gentle and slow manner; it was a kind of bold and decisive action.

As he put down the empty cup, he lightly flicked the rim with his fingertip, making a soft "ding" sound.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile that Yu Hui had never seen before, a smile that was a mixture of roguishness and exuberance.

"Thanks... uh, friend."

He stood up, casually pulled a few bills from his pocket and placed them at the bottom of his cup, the movement so practiced it seemed like he'd done it a thousand times, it could even be described as effortless…

"I've paid the bill, you can continue eating."

Sunlight streamed through the glass doors of the tea restaurant, outlining He Tianran's profile as he stepped out.

Just before the door closed, Yu Hui seemed to hear a very soft, slightly eager chuckle, which dissipated into the unique atmosphere of a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, a mixture of food aromas and the hustle and bustle of the marketplace… (End of Chapter)