After the secret marriage to my top star partner

Chapter 33.2

Editor: Princess

The song Mu Nan had submitted earlier quickly received feedback from Wilder, who said that the lyrics and music were good, and that with just a little polishing, it could be the lead single for the album.

Hearing this news made Mu Nan very happy, causing him to remain in a good mood while watching the show this week.

This was the final episode of the “Ghost School” story segment, and tomorrow they would leave to record the second season.

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Cheng Han and Mu Nan were sitting in the living room watching TV together. Cheng Han was holding a script in his hand, while Mu Nan was hugging a container of popcorn, crunching loudly.

Cheng Han had barely glanced at his script before he was distracted by Mu Nan’s hamster-like sounds. He frowned, wanting to say something, but ultimately just put his script down with the frown still on his face.

The episode this time started at a fast pace, probably because it was nearing the end, making viewers nervous as well.

When Duan Shi and Du Ling were killed because Cui Zhixing stole their protective charms, Mu Nan was so angry he nearly jumped up: “He really never tells the truth! So shameless! What kind of skill is it to steal protective charms from girls!”

When the final battle arrived and the ghost suddenly appeared behind them, a wave of protective comments flooded across the screen.

Then came a long chase sequence. Mu Nan hadn’t realized he could run so fast—even watching now made him feel tired. But looking at Cheng Han in front of him, his breathing seemed stable, forming a stark contrast with he who looked like a dying dog behind him.

Running upstairs to subdue Cui Zhixing, letting the ghost kill Cui Zhixing, using the peachwood sword to eliminate the ghost, going downstairs to open the door.

The production team really delivered high quality, because this whole sequence was blood-pumping, turning a reality show into something that felt like a blockbuster film.

At the door, everyone started sending messages like [Throwing flowers! Congratulations to the top-tier CP for winning!] [Nan Nan and Han Han are the best! MVP!]

However Mu Nan suddenly grabbed his phone and started scrolling through some app, taking his eyes off the TV.

He didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to watch the upcoming scene.

The sound of the door lock striking came through, and then Mu Nan turned to look into Cheng Han’s eyes.

Mu Nan secretly glanced up at the screen. Somehow, seeing Cheng Han’s gaze on TV now seemed different from what he remembered experiencing.

He remembered being so scared that his blood ran cold, his mind filled only with fear, looking at Cheng Han as if he were a ghost, even more terrifying than an actual ghost.

But now, he seemed to discover something different in Cheng Han’s eyes. There was conflict, pain, and all sorts of indescribable emotions.

With this look in his eyes, he said: “They are the mission, you are the choice.”

He already knew what happened next—Cheng Han holding his hand and shooting himself, flames engulfing everything, himself collapsing as soon as he left the school.

Had he really cried? Mu Nan watched as a glistening tear slid down his own cheek when the gun fired. He had actually shed tears over Cheng Han’s death?

The comments were silent for a moment, then exploded, covering the entire screen.

[What is this?! Is this really a reality show? Why am I crying too?!]

[Same here, tears streaming down my face. Who wrote this script? Make it into a movie right away, and cast these two!]

[Insider here to say: except for Cheng Han being the villain, there was no script. This was all their own improvisation.]

[Say that again? You’re saying they improvised this?! Now I’m starting to think there’s something between them. That scene wouldn’t feel so real without some genuine emotion.]

[Something does seem off. If I were Cheng Han, I’d just knock Mu Nan out and win instantly. And if I were Mu Nan, I’d either beg for mercy or grab the gun and knock out Cheng Han to win. Why are these two acting out some “you jump, I jump” scenario?]

[Haha, you’re right, it really does have that “either we both live or we both die” feeling.]

Based on Mu Nan’s experience, the discussions wouldn’t stop all night, what’s more they had to record the show tomorrow, and his container of popcorn was empty now, so he decided to go upstairs to sleep.

“I’m going to bed.” He said to Cheng Han as he stood up.

“Mu Nan.” Cheng Han suddenly called out to him. “You cried.”

Mu Nan was stunned. He hadn’t expected Cheng Han to notice, and suddenly felt embarrassed. “I… I wasn’t crying. The tears just came out on their own!”

But Cheng Han didn’t mock him as usual. Instead, he just looked at him, his eyes seemingly filled with countless emotions, yet also appearing empty.

“Why… why are you looking at me like that?” Mu Nan averted his gaze hurriedly. Somehow, at some point, Cheng Han had begun to seem different.

Was it when they ate hotpot together? No, even earlier than that. Perhaps from the time he moved in, things had begun to slip out of Mu Nan’s control.

His steps were unsteady as he went upstairs, and back in his bedroom, door firmly closed, he reflected on everything that had happened recently and painfully came to a decision—

He needed to start keeping his distance from Cheng Han.

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On the plane the next day, it was the same first-class cabin on the same flight, with seats side by side.

Mu Nan stood up and tapped Xiao Jin in the row behind. “Would you mind switching seats?”

Xiao Jin was surprised, however he agreed immediately. As a result, Mu Nan sat diagonally behind Cheng Han. And although he was less than two meters away, he still let out a sigh of relief.

However, this made things difficult for Xiao Jin after the switch.

Because the moment he sat down, he felt a chill beside him, as if there were an air conditioner placed right next to him.

“Why is it so cold?” He muttered, adjusting the air conditioning at his seat, but it didn’t help at all.

He wrapped himself in a blanket and lay down facing away from Cheng Han. But the moment he lay down, he felt the cold coming from behind him.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something. His body instantly froze, and he only pulled the corner of the blanket up a little higher carefully.

Looks like the gods were fighting again, and it was only a small mortal like him who would suffer.