"If I'm a beast, then what are you, President?" Hearing Lin Yingchun's angry curse, Su Hao suddenly withdrew his hand and released Lin Yingchun.
Suddenly freed from Su Hao's control, Lin Yingchun was momentarily stunned, but the next second she reacted, quickly retreated to a shelf, picked up a prop sword, and vigilantly stared at Su Hao.
"President, you should know that I am an international student. We Zhonghua (China) have an old saying, 'Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.' It means, if there's something you yourself don't want to do, don't force others to do it.
Just like now, you yourself don't want to film a video with me, so why are you using Xiao Ran Jie's video to coerce me?" Su Hao's lips curved upwards, and he said softly.
"I didn't think this through, Su Hao, I apologize to you. How about we forget everything that happened here today?" Seeing Su Hao preparing to reason with her, Lin Yingchun's heart filled with joy.
She just wanted to leave here now and then deal with Su Hao properly later.
"Don't say such things that would trick a three-year-old. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" Su Hao lowered his head, speaking nonchalantly.
If Lin Yingchun were by his side, she would notice a small red sphere in his palm.
"You! Then what exactly do you want?" Lin Yingchun took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
In all her life, this was the first time someone had mocked her so frequently and sharply.
"I'm going to agree to your request."
"What did you say?" Lin Yingchun looked at Su Hao, utterly bewildered.
"I said, I'm going to agree to your request to change the script. However, I won't change it according to your ideas.
Using stripping Li Shuxin's clothes as a highlight is too low-class. I will write a better script."
Su Hao looked at Lin Yingchun, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, a mockery from the bottom of his heart. When he first read the comic, he thought Lin Yingchun's script was ridiculous.
"Low-class? How is it low-class? Does something lewd and melodramatic have no artistic merit? A performance is for the audience to see; as long as the audience likes it and enjoys watching it, it's a good script!" Lin Yingchun waved her hand vigorously, her words sharp, her emotions almost out of control.
For her, the script was her last bottom line, her last persistence, because she always believed her ideas were not wrong.
"Tch, if I'm not mistaken, you said the same thing to Li Shuxin, didn't you?" Su Hao curled his lip, his tone growing more disdainful.
"How do you know? Did you know Li Shuxin before? Did she send you here? Are you two conspiring against me?" Lin Yingchun stared intently at Su Hao, her full chest heaving violently due to anger.
"President, don't think of others as being as scheming as you. I know you said the same thing to Li Shuxin, simply because I saw through your heart.
Someone as proud as you, once she believes her ideas are correct, will frantically try to make others agree with her. Li Shuxin was probably tricked by you that way, right? But unfortunately, I am not Li Shuxin.
I'm telling you now, a lewd and melodramatic script is a pile of shit! Even if it looks pretty and can make the audience excited and cheer, in essence, it's still shit.
Does the shit a beautiful woman like you pulls out stop being shit?"
As Su Hao's words fell, the expression on Lin Yingchun's face instantly collapsed.
She ran over, holding a prop sword, and swung the long sword recklessly, intending to chop Su Hao to death.
"Are you crazy?" Su Hao stepped back, grabbed Lin Yingchun's wrist, and disarmed her of the prop sword.
"Yes, I am crazy!" With the prop sword taken away, Lin Yingchun became even more frantic, appearing utterly reckless.
Damn, this crazy woman.
Su Hao cursed under his breath, dropped the prop sword, and tried to control Lin Yingchun's hands as he had before.
But Lin Yingchun was smarter this time; she actively pressed herself into Su Hao's embrace, using all her strength to attack Su Hao with her nails, teeth, elbows, knees, and every other part that could cause harm.
Soon, Su Hao's neck and cheeks were covered in scratches and bite marks.
"Can you just be honest!" Su Hao roared, looking at Lin Yingchun flailing in his arms.
Lin Yingchun, however, completely ignored him, continuing to struggle and attack.
"Damn it, you asked for this." Su Hao touched the scratch on his cheek, roughly gripped Lin Yingchun's hands, and twisted them behind her back.
In Lin Yingchun's stunned gaze, Su Hao turned her body around and raised his hand high.
"Slap!" A crisp sound rang out, and Lin Yingchun's mind instantly cleared, her face flushed crimson.
Su Hao actually dared to spank her.
"Are you calm now?" Su Hao whispered fiercely into Lin Yingchun's ear.
"You wait! I'll definitely kill you later!" Lin Yingchun glared at Su Hao, gritting her teeth.
"Looks like you're not calm yet." Su Hao curled his lip and raised his hand again.
"Bastard! I won't let you off."
"You pervert, I'll tear you to pieces!"
"Let me go!"
"Let go, I'm calm now."
"Are you sure you're calm now?" Su Hao asked teasingly, looking at Lin Yingchun's flushed cheeks.
"I'm sure!" Lin Yingchun nodded, breathing heavily.
"Alright then." Su Hao smiled and released Lin Yingchun's hands.
"Go to hell!" As soon as her hands were free, Lin Yingchun suddenly launched an attack.
The result was predictable; she was captured by Su Hao again.
This time, Su Hao showed no mercy and severely punished Lin Yingchun.
It wasn't until his own palm was throbbing with pain that Su Hao released Lin Yingchun's hands.
She stumbled, took a step forward, and weakly leaned on a nearby shelf.
"Still want to fight?" Su Hao smiled exceptionally happily, looking at Lin Yingchun, whose hair was disheveled and whose breathing was rapid.
Lin Yingchun took a breath and said nothing. Of course, she wanted to get revenge on Su Hao, but she had no strength left at all.
"Why do you think a lewd and melodramatic script is bad?" After a moment of rest, Lin Yingchun slowly spoke.
Under Su Hao's beating, she had finally calmed down.
"It's simple. If lewd and melodramatic is what you call art, then we might as well make the stage play into a softcore porn film. It has lewdness, melodrama, and the audience loves to watch it. How great is that?" Su Hao's words were so sharp.
"This is different. A softcore porn film is lewd for the sake of lewdness; it has no depth. But my stage play has depth; the lewdness is just an embellishment, not the main focus." Lin Yingchun was silent for a moment, then retorted in a low voice.
"But the problem is, if there isn't that lewd part, no one will go to see this stage play. In other words, if I change the script to another framework and then add a bit of lewdness at the end, the audience will still love it.
So, you're not performing a stage play, but rather lewdness. From this perspective, the script you rewrote is undoubtedly a failure, because it merely sells lewdness." Su Hao's rebuttal was swift and powerful.
Lin Yingchun fell completely silent, not knowing how to refute him.
"There's nothing wrong with selling lewdness; I'm a man too, and I like to watch it. But a little bit of leg is enough; you've gone too far.
Do you know how much harm it would cause Li Shuxin if I stripped her top off on stage? She might even commit suicide because of it. And you, you would be the murderer." Su Hao looked directly at Lin Yingchun.
He had to make this woman realize how outrageous her ideas were.
"I... I'm a murderer?" Hearing Su Hao's words, Lin Yingchun was stunned for a moment, biting her lip and not speaking.
"President, everyone can make mistakes, but some mistakes are irreparable and regrettable for a lifetime. You should think about it carefully." Su Hao released Lin Yingchun, stepped back a few paces, and opened the door to the prop room.
"I'll give you my rewritten script tomorrow. Let's rehearse according to that script."
After a final glance at Lin Yingchun, Su Hao walked out of the prop room.
"Uh... Lin Baoyu? Why are you here? Is Vice President done with the script?" Su Hao asked, confused, looking at Lin Jiayu sitting on the bench outside the prop room.
"I... My name is Lin Jiayu, not Lin Baoyu." Lin Jiayu weakly raised her head, and when she saw the scratches and bite marks on Su Hao's neck and face, her face instantly flushed red.
"You, you, you, you, you... What did you do with the President in there?"