The Common Man's Return in Chinese Entertainment

"Did you take a shower?"

"Yeah, after a long day of filming, a shower will make me feel better."

Smelling the faint scent of shower gel emanating from Ji Qingxu, Fan Xiaopang felt a surge of joy. This blockhead isn't completely devoid of romance after all!

Remembering the purpose of inviting Ji Qingxu over, Fan Xiaopang composed himself and asked curiously, "Should I sit or lie down?"

Ji Qingxu looked around the room, which was no different from his own.

"Sit on the edge of the bed first, and I'll massage your shoulders and neck."

"it is good."

Seeing Fan Xiaopang sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him, Ji Qingxu's gaze was instantly drawn to him.

Although Fan Xiaopang was wearing a rather conservative cotton pajama set, the moment he sat down, Ji Qingxu immediately thought of a sentence.

That's what they mean by "big shoulders, carefree like an immortal"—Fan Xiaopang's back curve is absolutely stunning.

If this size were used for...

"Is this okay?"

Upon hearing Fan Xiaopang's question, Ji Qingxu immediately snapped out of his daze and smiled, saying, "Okay, it will hurt a little later, just bear with it."

"it is good."

Ji Qingxu then stepped forward, placed his hand on Fan Xiaopang's head, and began to massage it.

"call!"

Feeling Ji Qingxu's massage, Fan Xiaopang couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. So comfortable! This guy's skills are amazing. Even if he weren't an actor, he could make money with these massage skills.

Thinking about Ji Qingxu acting as a "massage therapist," Fan Xiaopang almost burst out laughing. Hmm, he couldn't laugh; this guy was different from other men, if...

"what!"

"Bear with it."

"it is good."

Feeling a heavy kneading sensation on his neck, Fan Xiaopang bit his lip tightly. It hurt so much. At the same time, a doubt arose in Fan Xiaopang's mind. Did this guy notice his strange behavior just now, so he suddenly hit him?

However, as Ji Qingxu's technique became more and more forceful, Fan Xiaopang quickly lost his mind to think about anything else. It really hurt, but... it also felt so good.

Although he could feel the pain in his body and thought it should be very uncomfortable, he also felt a sense of comfort deep in his bones that he enjoyed. With this contradictory feeling, Fan Xiaopang noticed that his body was slowly starting to feel strange.

Suddenly, Ji Qingxu released his grip, and Fan Xiaopang, who was immersed in the massage, blurted out instinctively, "Is it over?"

"I'd like to have a drink of water."

Hearing this, Fan Xiaopang felt a little embarrassed and quickly turned around, saying, "There's hot water in the thermos. The tea I just poured must have gotten cold. Let me change it for you."

Seeing Fan Xiaopang quickly get out of bed to get him some tea, Ji Qingxu didn't stand on ceremony. He looked her over and said, "Use a towel to wipe your sweat so you don't catch a cold. Remember to wipe your body with a hot towel after the massage."

As he poured tea, Fan Xiaopang replied, "Okay, I've got it."

After finishing his tea, Ji Qingxu gestured, "Lie face down on the bed with your head facing the edge."

"it is good."

After seeing that Fan Xiaopang was lying down, Ji Qingxu reached out and pressed him down.

......

Half an hour later, Ji Qingxu left the room with a faint smile on his face.

Watching the door close, Fan Xiaopang couldn't help but slap his flushed cheeks. How embarrassing! How could he have done that... Thinking of this, Fan Xiaopang couldn't help but glance at the door. This guy has such strong self-control. He didn't show anything unusual at all. No, there was something unusual, but he just didn't do anything reckless.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Fan Xiaopang let out a long breath, slowly got off the bed, picked up the plastic basin next to him, poured in some hot water, picked up a towel, wet it, wrung it out, and started wiping himself. Looking down at his body, Fan Xiaopang suddenly felt a little indignant. This guy, doesn't he feel any temptation at all?

......

"brush!"

After being doused with a basin of cold water, Ji Qingxu's "fire" subsided considerably. Thinking of Fan Xiaopang's unusual behavior after the massage, Ji Qingxu poured another basin of cold water over himself.

This woman is so alluring.

Unfortunately, Fan Xiaopang was not an easy woman to win over, so Ji Qingxu could only suppress his excitement for the time being.

Damn it, he'd been in this world for over two years and was still a monk. Thinking of this, Ji Qingxu felt another bucket of cold water poured over him. He should just bear with it; better days were yet to come.

After several buckets of cold water were poured over him, Ji Qingxu calmly walked back to his room.

......

The next morning, when Fan Xiaopang arrived at the film set, he immediately went over to Ji Qingxu.

"Qingxu, thank you. I slept very well last night, and I feel very light and refreshed today."

Ji Qingxu laughed and said, "If it doesn't work, then wouldn't it mean that all the years I've spent learning martial arts have been for nothing?"

Fan Xiaopang smiled and gave a thumbs up, "You're really good. So, shall we continue tonight?"

Seeing Fan Xiaopang looking at him expectantly, Ji Qingxu couldn't help but laugh. "You're dreaming. Once a week."

"Oh, once a week?"

"Once a month?"

"No, no, no, once a week it is, it's a promise."

"Um."

"Shall I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Ji Qingxu smiled and waved his hand, "You should rest as soon as possible during this period. Massage can only relieve the symptoms. The most important thing is to rest. You can eat whenever you want."

"Okay, I'll put it on your tab."

"Put it on the tab? We have a bet, so you'd better watch out or I'll bankrupt you."

"It's okay, it's just money. Money is worthless, we can earn more after we've spent it all."

"Haha, okay, then put it on my tab. Let's go get our makeup done."

"it is good."

......

"Cut!"

"Okay, that's all for today, let's call it a day."

Upon hearing Director He Qun announce that filming for the day was over, Ji Qingxu stretched.

"Qingxu, a week has passed. How about coming to my place tonight?"

Seeing Fan Xiaopang lean closer and look at him expectantly, whispering something, Ji Qingxu smiled and glanced at her, "Okay."

Hearing Ji Qingxu agree without hesitation, Fan Xiaopang smiled happily, "Then I'll wait for you in the room."

"Um."

......

"Ah, that feels so good, Qingxu, thank you."

"Don't be shy, and don't forget my feast."

"Don't worry, I will never forget it."

"Okay, I'll head back then."

"etc."

Ji Qingxu stopped and asked in confusion, "Is there something else?"

A slight blush rose on Fan Xiaopang's face, and he asked softly, "Qingxu, I heard that adding essential oils during a massage makes it even more effective, is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingxu's expression turned somewhat strange. "Yes, but are you sure?"

Fan Xiaopang bit his lip lightly and gave Ji Qingxu a reproachful look. "Even with essential oils, you still need to wear underwear, right?"

Ji Qingxu chuckled twice. "Let me make this clear first, I don't have any essential oils. If you want some, you'll have to buy them yourself."

"No problem, I'll definitely buy it myself. How about adding essential oils next time you massage?"

"Okay, are you done?"

"Um."

"Then I'm leaving. You get some rest."

"it is good."

After leaving the room, Ji Qingxu glanced at the doorway. Was this woman doing it intentionally or unintentionally? An aromatherapy massage? She certainly knows how to enjoy herself.

Thinking of Fan Xiaopang's reaction after the massage, a strange smile appeared on Ji Qingxu's face.

......

A few days later, several guests from the film crew came to visit the set.

"Qingxu! ×3"

Seeing his three roommates walking towards him, Ji Qingxu smiled and went to greet them.

Noticing the large bags and packages the three were carrying, Ji Qingxu laughed and said, "Wow, this time you've really gone all out, even bringing gifts for visiting the set."

"Of course, we can't let you down since we're here to visit you on set."

"Haha, thank you, thank you. Come on, let me take you to meet the director and introduce you to the people."

"Okay."

Although Zhu Yawen and her two companions were just unknown students, with the male lead Ji Qingxu leading them and bringing some food, drinks, and gifts for visiting the set, the crew members were very accommodating and greeted them with smiles.

After walking around, the four of them found a spot to sit down and chat while eating bread and drinking hot beverages.

"Brother Chicken, you're famous at school now."

Hearing Zhu Yawen's words, Ji Qingxu asked in confusion, "What kind of fame?"

Zhu Yawen raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin, "You're the student who skips the most classes in the history of Beijing Film Academy."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingxu couldn't help but chuckle. "Then wouldn't I be expelled?"

The three of them quickly shook their heads.

Luo Jin chimed in, "How could that be? You were an important supporting actor in your first film, and the male lead in your second. Our homeroom teacher is overjoyed."

Lu Fang-sheng continued, "We also brought a mission with us this time. The homeroom teacher asked us to bring your study notes so that you won't forget to study while filming."

"Yes, the teacher said she will check when you get back."

Ji Qingxu smiled and nodded, "Okay, I understand."

"Brother Chicken, can you learn a lot from acting? I've heard some upperclassmen say that spending four years in school is not as good as filming one movie. Is that true?"