”No, sister, why did you make up some excuse, saying I’m drunk on milk?”

　　The door slammed shut, Song Zhiyu hurriedly changed into slippers, and chased after Song Zhiyi, arguing non-stop.

　　”Then what excuse can I make? What other excuse can I make? I can’t just tell her, ‘Hello, this is my brother. His brain was eaten by a chicken when he was a child. Please bear with him,’ right?” Song Zhiyi climbed up the stairs and locked her stinky brother outside the room with a bang.

　　”My nose is about to break!” Song Zhiyu touched his nose that was almost hit and muttered angrily, “Fortunately, this is the original one.”

　　He stepped back a few steps and shouted inside, “Why didn’t you tell me when you were discharged from the hospital? Did the doctor find the cause of your coma? Are you feeling any discomfort?”

　　”How dare you ask!” After a few words, Song Zhiyi changed into her home clothes, opened the door, and poked Song Zhiyu’s forehead with her slender fingers, leaving red marks. “Auntie^[1]nanny, I guess was taken abroad by my parents and hasn’t come back yet, but you can’t just leave me in the hospital like this. You don’t even hire a nurse. Do you have any conscience?”

　　”I treated you well.” Song Zhiyu didn’t dare to hide, and grumbled aggrievedly, “Besides, I’ve been watching over you these past few days. I was just called back to the company today to deal with some things…”

　　”And then you started to act like a hooligan?” Song Zhiyi looked at him with disapproval.

　　Buzz——

　　Song Zhiyu opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his cell phone suddenly vibrating. He took a few steps to the side and answered the call.

　　”Hello, Doctor Wang, it’s me.”

　　”Yeah, my sister is at home.”

　　I don’t know what was said over there. Song Zhiyu looked over, his eyes curved for a moment, and then he quickly said seriously, “Okay, I understand. Thank you.”

　　After hanging up the phone, he coughed lightly to hide his smile, then leaned over and asked tentatively, “Sister, you left a note without telling the doctor when you were discharged from the hospital?”

　　Song Zhiyi responded and walked towards the study on the second floor.

　　She had just woken up and didn’t quite understand the situation. There was no one she knew around so she could only leave a note with a lame excuse for asking for leave…

　　Wait, what was her excuse? It seemed like she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home and rest?

　　She paused, then turned back, only to see the teasing smile on Song Zhiyu’s face, which he couldn’t hide in time. She asked with a dull face, “Did the doctor say anything else?”

　　”The doctor said,” Song Zhiyu smiled, “that you should come back for a checkup when you have time.”

　　”…We’ll talk about it later.” Song Zhiyi quickened her pace without leaving any trace and pushed open the door of the study. “Let’s talk about your hooliganism first.”

　　”You’d better explain yourself honestly, otherwise don’t think that I won’t send you to the police station just because I’m your sister.”

　　Still unable to dodge, Song Zhiyu wrinkled his face and timidly followed his sister into the study. He took down a board from the wall as if he knew the place well, and hesitated as he put it on the ground: “Do I really have to kneel?”

　　“Three, two…”

　　Without waiting for Song Zhiyi to count, he immediately knelt down on the washboard, straight and upright.

　　After kneeling, Song Zhiyu looked up at his sister eagerly, trying to summon some brotherly affection, but he saw that she was flipping through a blue notebook. She only said lightly, “Now explain to me what happened.”

　　”I’m afraid you won’t believe me if I tell you this.” Song Zhiyu carefully considered his words. Seeing her glare again, he hurriedly explained, “I was just going back to the company today to take care of some things. As you know, I recently took on a role in a costume drama, and I’m going to play…”

　　Song Zhiyi: “Let’s get to the point.”

　　”Oh,” Song Zhiyu realized that he had strayed again and quickly skipped over the irrelevant plot, “Then I ran into Lin Xiaofeng. She just bumped into me accidentally, but I suddenly became unreasonable. At first I thought I was just in a bad mood, but later I actually dragged her away!”

　　”Sister, you know we’ve both practiced together. How could that little girl have the strength to resist? She recognized my identity and didn’t call for help, so I pulled her into the alley. But I really hope she can resist. If not, I can attack her from three directions.”

　　”You know, I was almost scared to tears at that time, but I couldn’t control my body…”

　　*

　　A few days later, in the nanny car.

　　Not long after arriving at the set, their agent, Brother Liu, had to go back to the company for something, leaving only the siblings in the car. Song Zhiyu looked at the relaxed Song Zhiyi next to him and asked, “Sister, do I really not need to find you some assistants or security guards?”

　　”Don’t you stay in the crew hotel when filming? Could there be any danger?” Song Zhiyi pulled open her sunglasses, revealing a gap to look at him.

　　”It’s not dangerous, but an assistant will inevitably have to serve tea, water, and pass fans around,” Song Zhiyu said with growing anticipation, “and occasionally massage shoulders and backs…”

　　Song Zhiyi interrupted him: “You don’t have arms?”

　　Song Zhiyu choked: “have.”

　　”Then let’s go. Get off.”

　　Song Zhiyi opened the car door in a casual manner, walked leisurely in front with her hands in her pockets, and Song Zhiyu, who was dragging two suitcases, followed closely behind, making him look like a security guard.

　　He still had to ask Brother Liu to arrange a personal assistant for him. He finally understood that his sister was an assistant in name only, but was actually his ancestor.

　　Song Zhiyu wasn’t a huge star, but many fans were squatting outside with their cameras, waiting to take his “work photos.” However, they clearly ignored the “security guard.”

　　”Wow, who is that female celebrity?”

　　”I don’t know, is she a newcomer? She looks a little familiar.”

　　”She looks familiar to me too…Ahh, she’s looking over here!”

　　”She looks so beautiful even wearing sunglasses.”

　　Hearing the whispers beside her, Song Zhiyi glanced over and caught Song Zhiyu’s cheering color. She quickly stretched out her right hand and waved at them, smiling as she waved: “Look, your fans.”

　　Song Zhiyu snorted and looked at the group of girls who were holding their own cheering signs and were mesmerized by Song Zhiyi’s flying kisses, and silently quickened his pace.

　　Fake fans, a bunch of fake fans.

　　”What’s wrong with this assistant? He actually left the artist so far behind.”

　　Song Zhiyu: …

　　Look carefully, look carefully, the assistant is behind!

　　*

　　Song Zhiyu unilaterally decided to break up with her sister for half an hour and go to do his makeup alone.

　　Song Zhiyi was happy and relaxed. She took a small stool and found a small corner with few people to sit in. She lowered her head to study the character card album in her hand.

　　Ever since they exchanged messages with Song Zhiyu that day, their worldviews have been reshaped.

　　According to Song Zhiyu, after Song Zhiyi shouted that day, the unknown control he was under weakened, and all the shackles disappeared after she rushed over. Combining the dream she had while unconscious and her past experience of visiting Green River, Song Zhiyi came to an absurd but unique conclusion –

　　Her younger brother was a cannon fodder male supporting role in an entertainment industry article, the kind that should have awakened, but perhaps because he did not die young, the unknown golden ball pulled the wrong person to awaken, and it was herself who awakened.

　　Not knowing whether Song Zhiyu would be controlled and become a hooligan in the future, and in order to protect her brother’s life and avoid an early death, Song Zhiyi could only take the title of assistant and follow him closely for ten months.

　　And this personal card book.

　　It was only yesterday that she discovered that this card book didn’t just contain text. By placing her hand on the information on the character card and focusing her attention, she could even see the corresponding scenes that had already happened. Of course, the privacy was automatically censored and the speed was turned up high.

　　However, this function is a bit energy-consuming, so she doesn’t like to use it very much.

　　With nothing to do, Song Zhiyi casually opened a page and glanced at it, as if treating this personal card book as something to read in the toilet.

　　Chen Fei, who should be the director of the drama Xiao Yu starred in, has a somewhat incomplete character design. It seems he’s either just a nobody or won’t achieve much in the entertainment industry.

　　Song Zhiyi’s thoughts flashed for a moment, and he quickly added a more complete conclusion: [Or perhaps both.]

　　The man who was sitting two meters behind her and was laughing foolishly while video chatting with his daughter on his mobile phone suddenly shuddered.

　　”Dad, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”

　　Facing his daughter’s question, he frowned slightly, forced himself to suppress his anger, and coaxed her with a smile: “Be good, Daddy has to start working, I’ll call you later.”

　　After hanging up the phone, Chen Fei stared at the back of the strange girl in front of him. Was it her who said that just now?

　　[What’s the name of the play my brother starred in? ]

　　Chen Fei moved a few steps, pretending to enjoy the cool air. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl open her phone and flip through it.

　　[Found it. Tears of a Beauty, right? What a cheesy name! Let me see. “Tears of a Beauty,” Chen Fei’s work, which he had been preparing for four years, was blocked from airing due to casting issues. He ended up with a mountain of debt and disappeared from the screen.]

　　[Hiss, what a miserable look.]

　　You can curse him as a person, but you cannot curse his works!

　　”What do you mean, what…” Chen Fei’s eyes were wide open. He grabbed the girl’s collar and pulled her up. When he was about to ask questions, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

　　His whole body froze, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. It was clearly the hottest time of summer, but it felt like the coldest winter.

　　As his vision blurred, he seemed to see an oval ball of dazzling golden light.

　　Like an eye, the vertical line in the center trembled slowly, about to open.

　　I can’t let it open, I can’t let him see me!

　　Chen Fei’s mind was filled with alarm bells. Driven by his survival instinct, he blurted out an apology: “Sorry, I recognized the wrong person.”

　　The body suddenly warmed up, and the vertical line trembled twice, then slowly disappeared along with the golden light.

　　Chen Fei stood in this position for an unknown amount of time before he sat down on the stool with the help of the girl in front of him.

　　”Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Song Zhiyi looked at his face and frowned.

　　His back was soaked with sweat. Chen Fei tried his best to suppress the fear surging in his heart. He shook his head and gave a stiff smile: “This Shen^[2]shen=god, he is calling her god… are you a staff member here?”

　　”You’re mistaken. My last name isn’t Shen^[3]and she thought he was calling Shen, as surname.” Song Zhiyi took off his sunglasses and smiled. “I’m Song Zhiyu’s assistant, so I should be considered a staff member.”

　　*

　　When Song Zhiyu came out wearing a heavy costume, he had already forgotten about the “breaking up of friendship” and only wanted to show off his new look.

　　Not finding Song Zhiyi at the original place, he turned around a few more times and finally saw the familiar figure having a pleasant conversation with a man.

　　I didn’t pay attention for just a moment, and my cabbage was gone!

　　Song Zhiyu rushed forward angrily: “Who are you… Director Chen, what are you doing?” He braked in time, changed his tone, and gave his sister a puzzled look.

　　Song Zhiyi gave him an even more puzzled look in return.

　　”Xiao Yu, this look really suits you.” Chen Fei didn’t even notice their expressions. He patted his shoulders a few times, and his behavior was so intimate that Song Zhiyu shrank his neck like a quail.

　　They didn’t chat for long, and as the crew was about to start filming, Chen Fei left first. Song Zhiyu didn’t have any scenes at the moment, so he sat next to Song Zhiyi and asked, “Did you know the director before?”

　　”We just met. He just made a mistake.” Song Zhiyi looked at her brother, who was wearing a handsome round-necked robe on the upper body and the robe was opened on the lower body, exposing his bare legs in only shorts, and silently moved to the side.

　　Noticing her sister’s disdainful gaze, Song Zhiyu said aggrievedly, “Why are you looking at me like that? Aren’t they all like this? It’s really hot filming a costume drama in the middle of summer!”

　　Song Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: “If that’s the case, then don’t shoot it.”

　　”Here you go again.” Song Zhiyu sat closer, staring at her with disdain. “This is my job. My agent worked so hard to get me this opportunity. When this drama airs, your dear brother might become a top star! Hehe…”

　　Song Zhiyu started to giggle as he spoke, sweat dripping down his temples. Song Zhiyi leaned forward and saw the red rash under the heavy makeup, frowning: “Seriously, why don’t you quit filming this movie.”

　　She sat back down and added, “Even if we film it, we can’t broadcast it.”

　　”Sister, are you serious?” Song Zhiyu was stunned.

　　Song Zhiyi: “Well, if there is any liquidated damages or something, I’ll help you pay it. We don’t need this little money. There’s no need to suffer this kind of useless pain.”

　　”…Wait for me to ask Brother Liu.”

　　Not daring to ruin the look, Song Zhiyu scratched his head, then put his hand down in the air and picked up his cell phone.

　　After all, they were on someone else’s crew, so it was not appropriate to discuss the reasons why the show couldn’t be aired in public. Song Zhiyu could only ask his agent about the possibility of a temporary withdrawal. As for Song Zhiyi’s words, he didn’t doubt their authenticity.

　　He knew a few days ago that Song Zhiyi had some special abilities. Although she seemed unable to express this ability, his sister would definitely not harm him. What’s more, his sister really didn’t care about the little money he earned now.

　　Three generations of the Song family have been in business, and Song Zhiyi has shown an amazing talent for investment since she was a child. She has been in charge of his pocket money since junior high school, and when he grew up, he gave all the money he earned to his sister.

　　After so many years of operation, Song Zhiyi had accumulated a staggering amount of capital and dividends. Consequently, the Song family’s parents, having successfully brought their business to a fading state, decisively closed the company two years ago and embarked on a leisurely global travels.

　　This kind of financial background is also the basis for Song Zhiyu to have not being tainted in the nearly three years since he entered the circle.

　　…

　　Even though there was a caterpillar air-conditioning duct in the rest area, Song Zhiyi still felt a little hot after staying outdoors for so long. She estimated the number of staff present and picked up her phone to order some fruit.

　　Song Zhiyu finally put down his phone, wanting to cry but unable to: “Brother Liu scolded me and said I was talking nonsense.”

　　Over there, the stagehand called Song Zhiyu’s name. Song Zhiyi raised her chin slightly to signal him to go ahead and said, “Just shoot first. I’ll help you find out the specific reason why it can’t be broadcast.”

　　He went as he was told. Song Zhiyi stood up and looked, and happened to see Chen Fei sitting behind the monitor and waving at her.

　　After thinking about it, Song Zhiyi simply moved a small stool and sat over. He glanced at his younger brother’s acting skills which needed improvement, and continued to study the character card book.

　　[Although I want to help him find out why this drama can’t be broadcast, but with so many people on the crew, how can I find out?]

　　Chen Fei’s body trembled, and when he met the astonished gazes of the people around him, he immediately realized that this was not an illusion, nor was it an auditory hallucination.

　　This person is definitely a fortune teller!

　　[Hey, most of the people behind Chen Fei are from this group. Not bad, they’re pretty easy to find.]

　　Song Zhiyi looked at them one by one. There was very little information on the character cards of marginal figures such as makeup artists and lighting technicians. She flipped through several pages but couldn’t find any useful information. Just then, her cell phone rang. She put down her notebook and walked out while talking on the phone.

　　”You all just…” Someone couldn’t help but speak out, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

　　”Shh, don’t say that.” Chen Fei interrupted quickly, then pointed to the sky mysteriously.

　　Most people in this circle are superstitious. He used to scoff at them, but now he believes in them firmly.

　　*

　　Song Zhiyi walked in front with half a watermelon in her arms, and two people behind her were pushing carts filled with iced drinks, fruits and milk tea.

　　After calling the staff to divide the food in the name of Song Zhiyu, Song Zhiyi just returned to her old seat when she felt several burning gazes beside her.

　　She blinked uncomfortably, looked down at the bright red watermelon in her arms, and said cautiously, “There’s more over there. How about I ask them to push it over?”

　　”Ahem,” Chen Fei, acting as the director, scolded, “Go get it yourself. You have something to eat, but you’re not even actively trying. What are you doing standing here?”

　　Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, the scorching gaze finally disappeared, and Song Zhiyi lowered her head and dug the watermelon very seriously.

　　Chen Fei didn’t get up. He kept his ears perked up and swayed slightly from side to side, as if he was sitting on pins and needles. After a while, he couldn’t help but secretly glance at Song Zhiyi and said, “Why don’t you say anything? Why can’t this drama be broadcast?”

　　”Director Chen, I think there are some problems with the script here. How about adding some small designs?” The third male lead who brought money into the group came over and described to him the small changes that he had ingeniously conceived.

　　Chen Fei wanted to curse, but for the sake of his financial backer, he could only perfunctorily say “yes, yes, yes” while his eyes wandered around.

　　The third man looked over and noticed the girl, concentrating on showing off her watermelon. From this angle, he could only see her straight nose and long, thick eyelashes.

　　He chuckled, then turned slightly to a 45-degree angle, revealing his perfect left face. His tone of pretentious intimacy was tinged with frivolity, “Is this little sister new here?”

　　Being interrupted while eating melon, Song Zhiyi looked up at the visitor with dissatisfaction. With his peach blossom eyes, dark eye bags that could not be covered by heavy makeup, and pointed cheeks, he looked like a good sewing machine user.

　　Her eyes lit up: “What’s your name?”

　　”Zhang San.” He has always loved beautiful women, and he had to admit that the look in the eyes of this beauty before him pleased him. Zhang San’s smile deepened.

　　[Zhang San, let me find where he is.]

　　Song Zhiyi flipped open the character card book with one hand and put the watermelon down with the other. In front of her, Zhang San’s smile suddenly froze, and his pupils trembled.

　　[Ah, I found it.] Her fingers happened to touch a line of handwriting, and Song Zhiyi paused for a moment, unable to help but look up at the not-so-obvious red mark on his neck.

　　[It was actually burned with a low-temperature candle. What a trick.] She continued to look back.

　　[Wait, you’re into pornography, gambling, and drugs, and you’re even trying to take advantage of my little brother? ?]