Huayu 16: I Became the Dream-Fulfilling Master for Young Actresses

Chapter 96 #Zhou Ye's Relationship Suspected of Being Exposed#

Chen Xingzhou leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and said, "Okay."

"Okay." Zhou Ye lowered his head and made a note in his memo.

At this moment, the car stopped in front of the hotel, and the two immediately got out and walked into the hotel.

Zhou Ye walked ahead, dragging his suitcase, his steps light and brisk, looking as if he had everything under control.

Chen Xingzhou walked behind, wearing a baseball cap, mask, and sunglasses to avoid being recognized.

However, there weren't many people in the hotel right now, so he wasn't too worried.

He had already communicated with the hotel in advance about confidentiality measures, and both parties had signed a contract to ensure that nothing would be exposed.

But to his surprise, Zhou Ye only booked one room.

He really had no idea what she was thinking.

If it's really going to happen, he won't refuse, since it wasn't his initiative anyway.

He was eager to see how Zhou Ye would explain it to him, and then he looked at Zhou Ye, who had already stepped to the front of the stage.

She is greeting the receptionist.

The receptionist was a young woman with a ponytail and a standard smile: "Hello, do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, surname Zhou, last four digits of phone number." Zhou Ye said, pulling down his mask.

"Okay, I'll check." The receptionist lowered her head and began the search.

Zhou Ye turned around, gave Chen Xingzhou an OK sign, and whispered, "Both double rooms are arranged."

Chen Xingzhou looked at her with a puzzled expression and handed her his ID card.

A moment later, the receptionist looked up and took a closer look at Zhou Ye.

"You are—you are Zhou Ye?!"

Hearing this soft exclamation, Zhou Ye paused for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

Is she already a dazzling superstar?

How come someone can recognize her even when she comes to a hotel?

"It really is! Coconut!! Can I get your autograph? I really liked your portrayal of Lin Jingxiao!"

The receptionist was so excited that she even handed Zhou Ye a notebook and a pen.

Zhou Ye wiped his hands, took the notebook and pen, and spoke with excitement.

"Thank you for liking me, really."

After Zhou Ye finished signing, the receptionist looked back at the computer and exclaimed, "Hmm...wait, what?!"

She looked up in surprise, glanced at Chen Xingzhou behind Zhou Ye, and her expression became even more astonished.

"Coconut, coconut — the system shows you booked a double room —"

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"What?!" Zhou Ye's smile froze on his face.

"A double room, for two nights, no, that's right—" The receptionist turned the screen to show her, his tone filled with disbelief.

Zhou Ye stared at the screen, his eyes widening as his mouth formed an "O".

She clearly remembered booking two rooms, but how come it's now just one?!

It's all over, it's all over!

She looked at the receptionist's astonished expression, then at her and Chen Xingzhou's ID cards.

It's finished ———

Originally, it would have been fine if I had just shared a room with my senior.

Now that fans have recognized him, is he going to be trending on social media tomorrow?!

She even had the titles ready: #Zhou Ye's suspected relationship exposed#, #Chen Xingzhou's suspected relationship exposed#, #Boss and artist's relationship#.

Although she really wanted to expose it and even wanted to admit it directly.

But! This isn't real!

What will the senior think of her?

It's really over —

She didn't even dare to turn around, feeling that Chen Xingzhou was looking at her strangely, and perhaps even wondering if he should fire her.

Her mind raced, and she anxiously said to the front desk, "Are there any rooms left? Please check for me—"

The receptionist glanced at the room, then shook her head heavily. "No more rooms available—there's an exhibition going on here these days, so there are no rooms left."

"Ah?!" Zhou Ye looked flustered, but a smile she herself didn't realize appeared on her lips as she muttered softly, "Then, what should we do—"

Chen Xingzhou watched the interaction between the two, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ye was really careless; he thought she was genuinely lusting after him and was willing to take action regardless of the risks.

He stepped forward, patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder, and said softly, "It's alright, let's go upstairs."

Then he looked at the receptionist, pulled down his mask and smiled: "Don't be nervous. You're a fan of Xiaoye, so you should know she's my assistant. This is her first time going out, so it's normal that she messed things up."

"Also, your manager should have told you about confidentiality, right? The same goes for what just happened. Could you please keep it a secret for her?"

"This is a secret between the two of you, and also a secret between idols and fans."

As he spoke, he gently patted Zhou Ye's shoulder again.

Zhou Ye immediately realized what was happening and quickly said, "Yes, yes, this is our secret!"

The receptionist paused for two seconds, then nodded happily, "Coconut, don't worry, I won't tell anyone! I definitely won't!"

Seeing the receptionist's attitude, Chen Xingzhou nodded in satisfaction.

He wouldn't simply trust someone like that.

However, given the so-called "agreement between idols and fans" and "a contract between the hotel and him," he believed that the receptionist wouldn't dare to speak recklessly, as she couldn't afford the consequences.

A moment later, in front of the hotel room door.

Zhou Ye followed behind Chen Xingzhou, her face flushed. She even lifted her suitcase, not daring to make a sound.

Chen Xingzhou didn't look at her, opened the door and went in, then said in a deep voice.

"Come in."

"well----"

Zhou Ye lowered his head and walked inside.

After taking a few steps, she bumped into Chen Xingzhou's back with a thud.

She groaned softly, her face flushed crimson, and rubbed her head as she turned to look at the closed door.

Chen Xingzhou smiled and forcibly pulled her to face him.

Zhou Ye looked away, glancing down at his toes.

Chen Xingzhou teased, "What are you thinking about right now? Are you thinking that your senior will definitely think I did this on purpose?"

Zhou Ye's eyes widened as he looked up at Chen Xingzhou.

It's spicy again!

She responded softly, clutching the hem of her clothes, and said, "Um—um, senior, you can scold me if you want—I really wasn't a good assistant today—"

"Alright, none of that matters. Let's rest for a bit. We have to see General Manager Feng at 3 PM."

Chen Xingzhou rubbed her head, turned around, sat on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Zhou Ye stood there looking at him, his face flushed and filled with mixed emotions.

3 PM, Nanshan Science and Technology Park.

Game Detective's office is small, and could even be described as shabby.

Seven or eight tables were crammed into the office desk, the walls were covered with concept diagrams, and the day shift desk was filled with densely written technical difficulties. At the bottom was Feng Ji's handwriting: "[Funding Gap: Seeking Series A Investment]".

Feng Ji reached out and shook hands firmly with Chen Xingzhou, his tone excited: "Mr. Chen, we've discussed those points you mentioned in the email internally."

"Especially the combat system, how did you come up with that? We were stuck on this problem for two months."

Chen Xingzhou picked up the teacup Feng Ji handed him and took a sip: "Sun Wukong's weapon is a staff, a blunt weapon. From the players' perspective, the impact and damage caused by the staff are actually less satisfying than the slashing of swords and blades."

"If you just let the player press the attack button, the monkey swinging the stick looks like he's doing acrobatics, it's all so weak and ineffective."

Feng nodded emphatically, "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! We've tried seven or eight versions of the movements, but no matter how we adjusted them, they just wouldn't work."

"Because you're thinking about how to make the stick look powerful," Chen Xingzhou smiled, "but the real thrill is never about looking powerful, but about the player feeling powerful. Instead of designing more flashy combos, you should design a skill that allows you to see through your opponent's moves."

"Once the enemy makes a move, the player can cleverly use this skill to see through the enemy, thus giving the player a sense of intellectual superiority."

"Like Souls-like games, they generally don't design any fancy moves; they let players use their brains and skills to complete the game."

"However, we can't design it to be too difficult, otherwise the audience will be greatly reduced."

Two and a half hours later, Chen Xingzhou left the game.

Watching the elevator doors slowly close, Yang Qi walked behind Feng Ji and asked, "Old Feng, what exactly does this guy do?"

"From the entertainment industry."

"From the entertainment industry?!"

Yang Qi looked down at his drawing, which was full of drafts, and then pinched his arm.

"Are you sure?! Holy crap, the entertainment industry is in this mess?! Aren't most people in the entertainment industry—you know what, the losers?"

Feng shook his head. "I don't know, but I have to have dinner with President Chen tonight. I'll ask him if I don't understand something then."

"Alright then, I really didn't expect that."

Inside the elevator.

Zhou Ye held his notebook, his lips moving slightly.

"Senior, what you just said—are you sure it's just because you play a lot of games?"

Chen Xingzhou turned to look at her, his tone calm, "Otherwise what?"

He played "Black Myth: Wukong" in his previous life, and it was pretty good.

He approached us this time for two reasons: one, to help domestic 3A games rise more quickly; and two, to make some money.

He hadn't actually learned any professional gaming terminology, but he recounted all his memories of playing the game to Game Keji.

Zhou Ye looked down at his more than ten pages of notes, then looked up at him, his admiration growing even stronger.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two returned to the hotel.

The door opened, the lights came on, and the 2.1-meter-long bed still lay quietly in the center of the room.

Zhou Ye stood by the bed and gently bit his lip.

On the way back, she had already made up her mind. No matter what, she was the one who did it, so she had to take responsibility and not let her senior be wronged.

So she looked up at Chen Xingzhou, pointed to the bed, then to the sofa: "Senior, you sleep on the bed! I'll sleep on the sofa!"

As she spoke, she went to the closet to get a blanket. The sofa wasn't very big, about 1.6 meters long, and at her height of about 165 cm, it was just about enough for her.

Chen Xingzhou leaned against the window, watching her quietly, and said softly with a smile, "You sleep in the bed."

"what?"

"You sleep in the bed."

"No!"

"Zhou Ye."

"Yes, yes!!" Zhou Ye immediately straightened up and looked at Chen Xingzhou.

"Follow orders."

Zhou Ye pursed his lips, but couldn't help saying, "But...but you're so tall, there's no way you can sleep on the sofa!"