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Sister Wang's eyelids twitched as she looked at Fang Yu's relaxed expression, as if it were nothing.

At that moment, she began to understand somewhat the ministers in ancient times who offered advice and remonstrance.

The emperor sat firmly on his dragon throne, showing no sign of panic.

The entire court was so anxious that they wished they could line up and bang their heads against a pillar.

Sister Wang was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore, so she turned around and shouted out of the office.

"Old Li!"

Driver Lao Li, who was waiting outside, jumped in alarm and quickly pushed the door open to come in.

"Director Wang."

"Put him in the car and drive straight back to the apartment!"

Sister Wang pointed at Fang Yu and gave the order through gritted teeth.

"He's not allowed to go anywhere except the company, the recording studio, and the CCTV building for the next five days!"

Old Li nodded emphatically with a serious expression.

"clear."

Fang Yu put down his water glass, looking completely innocent.

"No, Sister Wang."

"Doesn't this constitute illegal restriction of personal freedom?"

Sister Wang gave a cold laugh.

"You can call the police."

"I'll tell the police officers that a young artist promised CCTV to write two songs in five days, but then wanted to go out and wander around."

"Look at who they're helping."

Fang Yu pondered for two seconds.

It's really hard to say.

After hearing this, the police officers might have to lock the door for Sister Wang.

Old Li had already walked up to him and politely raised his arm.

"Teacher Fang, please."

Fang Yu remained seated.

"I haven't had lunch yet."

"What do you want to eat?"

Sister Wang pinched her waist with both hands.

"Go home and eat sheet music!"

"That stuff doesn't keep you full either."

"Old Li!"

"exist!"

"Take him away!"

Old Li no longer hesitated.

With one hand, she picked up the coat from the side of the sofa, and with the other hand, she supported Fang Yu's arm, half-pushing and half-inviting him to the door.

Fang Yu continued to argue his case.

"Sister Wang, creators are people too."

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal!"

"Just order takeout if you're hungry!"

"I'll reimburse you!"

Sister Wang followed behind, adding to the discussion.

"No barbecue, no hot pot, and absolutely no alcohol!"

"Especially, you are not allowed to use the excuse of dinner to invite Liu Yifei over to talk about dating!"

Fang Yu paused and turned to look at her.

What does it mean to be in a relationship?

"We call that exchanging creative ideas."

boom!

The office door was slammed shut.

The world is finally quiet.

……

Go downstairs and get in the car.

The black van slowly drove away from the office building where Xingyao Entertainment was located.

Fang Yu leaned back in the back seat, showing no awareness whatsoever that he was being escorted home.

He took out his phone and skillfully opened WeChat.

The pinned chat box contains Liu Yifei's profile picture.

Fang Yu thought for a moment and sent a message.

"The organization has assigned you a glorious task."

Less than three seconds after the message was sent, a meme full of question marks popped up in the chat box.

Liu Yifei: "?"

Immediately afterwards, a second message arrived.

"Did you promise me something behind my back again?"

Fang Yu burst out laughing upon seeing this sentence.

It has to be said that the longer the fairy sister hangs out with him, the more vigilant she becomes.

In the past, they would ask what the matter was beforehand.

The essence of the problem has now been accurately identified.

Fang Yu must have gotten her another job.

He looked down and typed.

"It's nothing serious."

"We're preparing you to bring glory to the country."

Liu Yifei: "???"

Fang Yu continued to reply.

"Someone should be coming to Huace to look for you later."

"Remember to act composed."

"Never say you blew up a toilet, and never say you climbed over a courtyard wall."

The message "The other party is typing" immediately and repeatedly appears above the chat box.

Clearly, Liu Yifei had a lot to say.

Deleted and then re-entered.

I typed it and then deleted it.

In the end, she only sent a bloodstained kitchen knife emoji.

There was another line of text below.

"Fang Yu, you'd better explain yourself clearly this time."

After reading it, Fang Yu promptly put his phone back in his pocket.

No reply.

In these situations, maintaining a degree of mystery can help increase your girlfriend's anticipation.

As for whether I'll get beaten up later...

That happened later.

As a person, you have to live in the present.

……

After half an hour.

Beijing, Chaoyang District.

Celebrity Apartment.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Old Li escorted Fang Yu all the way to his doorstep, looking every bit like he was escorting a key person.

"Teacher Fang, Director Wang instructed you to focus on your creative work."

Fang Yu pressed the combination lock and looked back at him.

"Is she still making you stay in the stairwell?"

Old Li hesitated for a moment.

No, not at all.

Fang Yu had just breathed a sigh of relief when Old Li added another sentence earnestly.

"However, Director Wang asked me to call you every three hours to make sure you're still home."

"..."

Fang Yu gave a thumbs up.

"major."

"It's my duty."

Old Li turned and left.

After closing the door with the back of his hand.

Fang Yu casually tossed his coat onto the gray sofa.

He then went straight into the kitchen, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and took two sips.

There was no sense of urgency at all.

Five days, two songs.

For other creators, the biggest problem is inspiration.

But for Fang Yu, the real trouble was never writing.

Instead, choose.

His mind is a vast treasure trove of cultural and entertainment resources, and there is more than one song that fits the May Fourth Movement theme.

Having too many choices can be quite annoying sometimes.

"Forget it, let's not rush to choose songs."

Fang Yu carried the ice water back to the living room, sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, and opened his laptop.

The screen lights up.

In the center of the desktop, a document lies there all alone.

The filename is very simple.

The Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Fang Yu stared at the document for a few seconds.

Yesterday, he had already compiled a complete worldview outline, brief biographies of the main characters, plot outline, and the script text for the first few episodes.

Those characters and stories are no longer just memories in his mind.

For the first time, they truly appeared in this world in written form.

But these things just remain on his computer and have no meaning whatsoever.

Fang Yu moved the mouse and created a new email.

In the recipient field, enter He Zheng's personal email address.

The email subject line is only one line long.

—Director He, this is the Xianxia I'm talking about.

Fang Yu then dragged the script file of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" into the attachment.

Click to send.