Chapter 4#
Hospitalization#
After posting the Weibo, Mo Xuzhi held his phone and waited for comments to appear.
He knew that although his true fans were scarce, his anti-fans were incredibly dedicated. Every time he posted a Weibo, they would always be on the front lines, come rain or shine, heart-wrenchingly persistent.
This time was no exception. In just an instant, his phone started ringing and dinging.
A faint curve formed at the corners of his lips. Mo Xuzhi relaxed, leaning against the bed backrest like an old man, scrolling through his phone.
The combatants had arrived at the battlefield.
[1L: That’s it, that’s it, that’s it. It turns out the vase (pretty face) also went to college. What vocational school was it? You must have chosen the “scamming” major, right?]
[2L: What did the junior schoolmate do wrong to have to be looked at by you? Pitying the junior for three minutes.]
[3L: Thanks for the invite. Just finished watching your variety show edits. Special request for a pair of eyes that haven’t seen that awkward acting.]
[4L: Trying to shift the topic to clear yourself? Didn’t you always cling to Movie Star Luo? Why deny it this time?]
…
Oh, they’re here.
These were exactly the comments Mo Xuzhi was waiting for.
Moving his fingers slightly, Mo Xuzhi began to type at high speed.
[Mo Xuzhi replies to 2L: I didn’t just look, we even ate together and talked about life for a whole afternoon [Rose]]
[Mo Xuzhi replies to 3L: Thank you for enduring severe psychological and physiological discomfort to finish watching the edits.]
[Mo Xuzhi replies to 4L: Please look closely. Is that person in the photo’s legs as long as mine? As tall as me? As good-looking as me? Please donate your eyes to that friend on the 2nd floor.]
Mo Xuzhi crackled out three replies in a row. Especially when replying to 4L, he almost used the most punchable tone of his life, only not replying to the first comment.
He couldn’t explain this matter clearly, or rather, it couldn’t be explained by common sense.
When he first came to this world, the original owner was in his senior year of high school. However, due to frequently being out filming, his studies were neglected and almost non-existent.
At that time, the system hadn’t issued any missions yet, and he didn’t want to participate in those strange variety shows either. So he simply spent a year studying at school and took the college entrance exam, getting into the top institution, Jinghua University, then successfully graduating from Jinghua University while simultaneously starting the plot.
It was only then that Mo Xuzhi truly felt this was a novel world.
His face and name were still hanging on the high school honor roll, and Baidu Baike also clearly stated that he graduated from Jinghua University—it could be found with a casual search. But miraculously, all netizens seemed to have selective blindness, ignoring this and mocking his low education all day long.
Since his character setting was a low-educated, vicious, and greedy cannon fodder, he truly was a low-educated cannon fodder.
Ignoring facts and forcibly lowering intelligence—it truly was a novel world.
Thus, Mo Xuzhi felt there was no need to reply to the first floor.
He didn’t reply to the first floor, but other netizens got even more excited.
[Only didn’t reply to 1L, I understand.]
[Floor 1 Brother is truly pitiful.]
Seeing Mo Xuzhi reply to the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors in a row but not to him, the friend on the first floor felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
[1L: @MoXuzhi, What? Afraid? Don’t dare to reply to me?]
Mo Xuzhi still didn’t reply to him, only giving a casual like.
Staring at the comments for a while longer, he found that some rational netizens had already discovered the differences between him and Shen Le through repeated comparison of the photos. He let out a sigh of relief and planned to throw his phone on the bed and ignore it.
But someone happened to call at this time.
Mo Xuzhi picked up the phone again—
Oh ho, his manager.
Usually, there’s nothing good when he calls.
Manager Chen wasn’t good at anything except being a pimp—the best at it. And he simultaneously had the super lucky hand for accurately picking up rotten scripts—the combat aircraft among managers.
Mo Xuzhi endured the toothache-like feeling and answered the call.
Manager Chen’s loud voice came through the phone: “Mo Xuzhi, where are you right now?”
Mo Xuzhi tugged at his slightly large hospital gown: “In the hospital.”
“?”
There was a silence on the other end for a moment, then came Manager Chen’s urgent voice: “Are you injured or sick? Is your face hurt? Can you still walk?”
“My previous wound reopened,” Mo Xuzhi blocked his manager’s retreat before he could speak, not even pausing, finishing the whole sentence in one go. “The doctor said I need a light diet and must quit smoking and drinking. My waist also hurts, and there’s a problem with walking. I must stay in the hospital to rest for a while. Let’s set aside those dinner parties and scripts for now.”
“…Really can’t walk?”
“Really.” Mo Xuzhi added, “Chairman Xue also said I should rest well.”
Hearing this, Manager Chen finally gritted his teeth, let go, and ruthlessly pushed away the dinner party he had just arranged.
“Then rest well. I’ve accepted a variety show for you. Filming starts in a week. Take good care of your face.”
Mo Xuzhi had a bad feeling: “What variety show?”
“A dating show. Rest well, I’m hanging up.”
Mo Xuzhi’s smile gradually disappeared.