Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Intermission (30)

Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma

"Is your hand okay?" asked Feng Bujue .

"What? Ah, of course, yes . Even if it’s not okay, it’s just a character in the game…" Little Tan answered, "Jue-Ge, you called me just to ask this? I’m still on duty . "

This was the afternoon of the next day, and Feng Bujue was home, talking to Little Tan .

"Ah, no . I just asked, by the way . " Feng Bujue started to talk about the main business . "Today I went out and met my editor . We talked about a business that doesn’t relate to writing . "

"What is that?"

"The other day, yeah, this Saturday . I’m going to the Television Broadcast station to join a show . Hm, the traffic is not good though . Probably you have that day off, can you give me a ride there?" said Feng Bujue .

"Eh?" Little Tan was surprised then yelled, "AH!"

"Are you okay?" Feng Bujue’s tone was still calm . "You just ate the bacteria you’ve kept on Petri dish because you thought it was jelly, didn't you?

"Finally you want to join TV shows, Jue-Ge! Is there a fire happening?" Little Tan asked excitedly .

"Nope . "

"Ah~~~ later on, you can just lie there and earn money . "

"You speak like I’m going to switch to another special profession…"

"I mean, finally, you can be like the other famous authors who don’t need to force his typing every month…"

"That’s why I said ‘nope’ . " Feng Bujue said, "Nothing’s gonna change . You are thinking too much . "

Little Tan was so excited that he completely disregarded Feng Bujue’s denial . He asked again, "Oh right, what show is it? Jue-Ge?"

"I’m a writer," he calmly answered .

"Eh? I knew that . I’m asking which show you are going to join?"

"I’m a writer," Feng Bujue repeated one more time .

"Wut?" Little Tan seemed to have a short circuit in his brain .

"Sigh . . . " Feng Bujue released a deep sigh . "That show’s called ‘I’m a writer’ . It’s a game show where contestants PK (player killing – TL) each other to eliminate opponents . "

"What? Besides you, are there any other people?" asked Little Tan .

"Don’t know and don’t want to know," answered Feng Bujue .

Little Tan slapped the table while laughing, "Ha ha ha . Jue-Ge, you’re so cool . "

"I don’t know because the information of the other contestants are confidential," Feng Bujue said . "I don’t want to know because even if I know them, it is still useless… Personally, I hope that I would be eliminated in the first round, so I don’t have to join more . "

"Cut it off! It’s a rare chance to go on TV!"

"Your humble servant doesn’t want to appear in front of a crowd . Leaving too many images for documentary is not my wish also…" Feng Bujue said . "In fact, the payment is quite high… that’s why I…"

"Jue-Ge, did you tell Master Bao?" said Little Tan .

"Not yet . I know you will call him though . So, after I tell you, you can call him . " Feng Bujue paused for a while then continued, "I want to emphasize that you should talk to Master Bao in private, do not gossip anywhere else . "

"How can I gossip about that?" Little Tan pitched up his tone .

"Remember the time when my first book was published? The fruits shop owner who lives five or six blocks away from your house also knew it," said Feng Bujue .

"Ha . . . Ha, ha . . . That . . . "

"So… It’s fixed . You will drive me there on Saturday afternoon . Then you are free . I don't know how long the recording will take, so I will go home myself after that . I still have something to change in my public traffic pass," said Feng Bujue .

"Can I go with you and watch it?" asked Little Tan .

"No . "

"Really . . . "

"No . "

"Alright," Little Tan said, a little bit disappointed . "So when will your show be broadcasted?"

"Dunno . "

"Alright, I will search for it on the Internet . "

"Continue your shift… we’ll talk later in the evening . " Feng Bujue had maintained his feeble voice from the beginning to the end .

"Okay okay . Bye, bye . "

"See you . "

After he had hung up the call, Feng Bujue released another deep sigh . "Yeah . I could only pray that this brat would behave . "

Two hours later…

Someone knocked on his door .

Feng Bujue responded "Coming" and walked to his door . Unexpectedly, when he was about to reach the door, the one outside had used the key to open it .

"Aunt Liu, please . If you don't want to wait for me to open the door, why do you have to knock?" asked Feng Bujue .

The one who stood at the threshold was his landlady, Aunt Liu . "Young people like you always have private stuff . What if you have a girl in your house? What if you are in the middle of doing something and you can’t open the door for me? So I had to knock, and when I heard your response, I knew I could enter . "

"Your words have conflicts themselves . Moreover, your logics can raise confusion easily…"

"Don’t discuss those things with me," Aunt Liu scanned him from top to toes, "I’ve heard that you are going to act in a movie?"

The first word that jumped up from Feng Bujue’s mind was ‘F*ck!’ . However, he just sighed and answered, "Who told you that?"

"I heard Aunt Wang said that in the market…" Aunt Liu started to deliver her unceasing torrent . "Nah, I said, Little Feng, ah, my granddaughter is going to be 10 years old this year . She’s very good at acting, you know…"

Feng Bujue really wanted to bang his head on the doorframe . "Aunt Liu, first of all, I'm only going to the TV station to join a game show . It takes only several hours . When they broadcast the show, it will be edited to be only dozens of minutes . My play will not take more than several minutes," he continued slowly, "moreover, even if I can join a movie, I can’t arrange your granddaughter to join the movie too . You have to talk to the producers…"

"Eh? Really?" Aunt Liu said . "I’ve heard that the security guard of our building said that you want to write and direct your own movie…" Well, according to her, the number of people who got this rumor wasn’t only one .

"Alright, alright, alright, don’t worry," Feng Bujue waved his hand, taking the chance, "rumor! Just purely a rumor! I’m not working on that field . And I’m not interested in entering showbiz world . I'm only going to participate a game show, which is kinda quizzes . "

"Oh . . . " Aunt Liu nodded, "Oh wow! Little Feng, ah, when will your show be broadcasted?"

"What do you want?"

"What? It’s rare that our acquaintances can be on TV, what’s the problem if auntie wants to watch it?"

"Alright . . . " Feng Bujue had no way to deal with her . "I’m going there this Saturday, and I will ask the producer . Don’t worry . Several days later, I will pay the rent for this month and the stuff for the cat . Also, I will tell you when it is broadcasted . Is it okay?"

"Okay, auntie’s waiting for your news…" Aunt Liu answered .

"Alright, alright, take your time, off you go…" Feng Bujue pushed and consoled her at the same time, then closed the door . He leaned against the door and sighed, "The rumor had spread, and its variations are so terrifying… Just in 48 hours more, and they will say I'm going to go abroad to receive the Oscar prize . Perhaps some will believe it . "

He shook his head, returned to the room and locked all the three locks on his door, including the chain lock . Afterwards, he came to the game cabin, took off his shoes and lay down .