Chapter 16: Special Jobs: Strip Interviews: Salary and Hardness Are Correlated…

The subway tunnel was dim, and the red dot of the camera gradually receded.

Chi Leyou felt a sinking sensation on her right shoulder, a prickling sensation like a touch of blood. She froze, not daring to move. She

tilted her neck 60 degrees to the right, her peripheral vision focused on the creature half a meter away.

Besides the rush of air, she could hear heavy breathing in her ears.

A second was broken down into several frames, blood rushing through her veins, creating a swollen sensation like a traffic jam.

Chi Leyou remained motionless, or perhaps her body refused to obey her commands, and she couldn't move.

The creature to her right suddenly stopped breathing.

A single syllable escaped his lips.

— "Shoes."

The sound pierced her ears. Chi Leyou, her mind crammed with horror, heard it as "Haha."

— "Shoes?" The creature shook her shoulder.

"Haha?"

Hahahahaha...

the laughter of a perverted clown in a horror novel.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a terrifying face still appeared in their reflection.

The deformed mouth stretched across the other person's face like a canyon. Chi Leyou didn't dare look up.

She heard her own scream.

The cry was like a sharp sword, piercing her skull and completely separating her from her soul.

"Hey, your shoe fell off—"

Before she could finish her words, the girl next to her leaped into the air like a grasshopper, limping forward along the grooved steel track.

Shen Che's electrocardiogram fluctuated rapidly. He had kindly helped her pick up her shoes, so how did she treat him?

He wasn't frightened by her Thanos-like jaw, but she still thought he was scary?

Aren't they just playing zombies? Was it really necessary to be so frightened?!

Uneasy, Shen Che took a step forward. The fleeing people in front suddenly turned back, and behind her was another group of ferocious zombies.

Help... Help! Her words were hoarse, and Chen Che caught the distress signal from her mouth.

Alas, a chance meeting, boy helps girl. He strode forward and decisively raised his hand to grab the back of her collar.

There was already a height difference, and now the man stood on the railroad tracks, holding her with one hand. The woman was like a rabbit, her feet treading on the air.

Fearing she'd be frightened, he spoke first: "Don't be afraid."

Chi Leyou met his strange face, a complete change of heart, a zombie freaked out even when it came across one of its own.

Before she could scream again, he introduced himself: "I'm Chen Che."

His voice was familiar.

Her terrified eyes fixed on his.

"Who...?" She deciphered the Chinese, her voice trembling, trying not to glance at his slitted mouth. "... Is it you?"

This was the first time she'd heard Chen Che's name.

"It's me."

A swarm of zombies came running from behind.

According to the plot, many zombies are in the alienation stage, their brains still whirring. Upon realizing their impending transformation, despair, terror... long-suppressed emotions erupted.

Emotions surged like tentacles, reaching her central nervous system. Chi Leyou didn't have time to reminisce. Terror overtook her, and she leaped onto Chen Che's body, like a drowning person grasping for a piece of driftwood.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, the rabbit he'd picked up nimbly leaped into his arms.

He still held her shoe in his left hand.

"Run, run!" The rabbit transformed into a human form and made a human voice. "They're coming!" Shen

Che grabbed her with his right arm, took a step, and ran.

The back was already boiling.

Screams and wails poured in.

Chi Leyou pressed her face against his shoulder, her claws grabbing his collar, revealing her eyes, spying on the mutant zombies with bared fangs and claws.

The fear she had just felt instantly dissipated. She was like a morning glory in the early morning sun, twisting her stems and wrapping them tightly around the fence.

"The target is Yalan. You won't gain any experience points by capturing us." The girl's muttering came from her collar. "Have their brains turned to zombies too?"

Shen Che could clearly feel her confidence.

He was like a bank robber, stubbornly carrying a sack of cash into his arms. No, this stuff was heavier and more solid than banknotes. The vault thief ran wildly on the road, sweating profusely.

His peripheral vision swept across her forehead, and two wisps of hair swayed as he ran.

She was fine, feeling at ease and comfortable.

A large shadow fell in front of the right, which was the safe evacuation passage in the subway tunnel.

The man jumped nimbly and dove into the passage. The zombies behind the track chased him mindlessly.

Chi Leyou, curled up like a sack, seemed unaware that they had successfully avoided the "pursuit".

"I can't run anymore." If he didn't scare her, wouldn't it be a big loss? He deliberately gasped and reminded: "The zombie army is going to capture you alive."

"Ah..." The two wisps of hair suddenly lowered their heads and rolled their heads against his shoulders.

Ha, they really used him as a cover.

He deliberately sighed twice.

Chi Leyou was anxious: "Why don't you run away?" Chen

Che said calmly: "According to the script, this scene has already been filmed."

"How do you know?"

The robber crossed to the entrance of the safe evacuation passage, his body tilted, like a domino about to fall: "See for yourself."

The hairy face raised a little higher, and his eyes rolled through his shoulders.

Chen Che sneered inwardly, he was both incompetent and playful.

Not far away, the zombie army finished its transformation, and a few stragglers climbed onto the platform.

"I helped draw some of the director's storyboards." The explanation came out of his mouth, and he was stunned for a moment. She was the leader? Why would he report to her?

The hair on the leader's head turned into three, and he stood up on the spot. Chi Leyou was surprised, he actually had a proper job.

Thinking of his rich sister, Chi Leyou suddenly came to his senses and jumped to the ground, just about to bounce away to maintain social distance.

But what he heard was Chen Che's warning: "Watch out..." for your feet.

Chi Leyou staggered, and she hurriedly pulled his arm, her palm feeling slippery.

The ambitious costume and makeup artist vowed to dress up Chen Che as the number one ghost king for Halloween, with full special effects makeup.

Chi Leyou spread out his palm, and there was a dark liquid, like half-dried blood: "!"

Chen Che: "Prop plasma."

"Of course I know!" She was stubborn, and it was embarrassing enough, she had to keep up appearances with her mouth.

Chen Che saw through her green and timid nature at a glance, but he didn't expose her. What is a grown man arguing with a girl? If he wins the argument, can he solve the mystery of dinosaur extinction?

He handed over the shoes.

"Thank you." She leaned over to put on her shoes.

Hot sweat flooded her back, and Chen Che's mouth itched again: "Your food is very good."

"Huh?" Chi Leyou racked her brains, "Custard buns and grilled sausages, just ordinary."

He flexed his arms casually, drawling, "Not ordinary, huh? I've gained weight after eating."

Weight is a taboo, every girl's top secret.

"Aren't you eating too?!" His hair stood on end, and his dark eyes glared fiercely. "Chen, Che, right?"

The man whose name was called replied, "Hmm?"

"Men like you who are self-aware and brave enough to admit their shortcomings are rare these days." Chi Leyou gave him a thumbs-up. "My suggestion, Mr. Shen, is not just to eat, but to go to the gym more often when you have time. Some jobs require a good figure."

Initially, it was intended as a response to Chen Che's sarcasm. Later in the conversation, Chi Leyou's kindness took over, putting herself in the shoes of a miserable wage earner. Suddenly, her tone shifted to sympathy.

"You've been working hard too." She raised her chin, no longer worried about the makeup artist painting him into a terrifying face, and said earnestly, "Keep exercising." "

???"

What kind of job requires a man's figure? A stripping interview? A gym instructor? A dance teacher? Salary is proportional to muscle mass?

The next moment, her terrifying jaw suddenly dropped.

"What? Is the shoe horn not glued firmly?" The man's attention was all on the girl's zombie jaw.

Chi Leyou held her chin with her hand, with a funny posture, her eyelids opened and closed widely. In a flash, Chen Che turned around.

He was faced with a black zombie covered in yellow and white dirt.

The zombie's eyes were abnormal, a pair of pure white eyeballs with no pupils, and anyone who saw them would faint.

He raised his hand and greeted: "Che~"

"Holy——" Chen Che recognized the other person's voice. It was his upbringing not to swear in front of a girl behind him. He swallowed the curse word, "...crap."

Chi Leyou had never seen such eyes before, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't scared.

"Full white contact lenses." The man's voice fell into her ears.

The tall figure blocked her view, and she couldn't see the scary special effects makeup. Only his voice dispelled the fear.

But the black zombie turned into a funny person, stretching his arms like apes and dead trees, and making strange howling noises.

Chen Che was not polite and kicked his legs.

"Woo woo woo!" The strange noise turned into a scream.

"Take it off quickly, or you will be blinded if you wear it again."

"Hmm..."

Chi Leyou was nervous, thinking that she was holding back and affecting the overall filming.

Unexpectedly, the director pointed at her after watching the monitor and said, "This little zombie is good! She even added more scenes to herself. She acted out the pain, fear, and struggle of the zombies in the process of evolution..."

Suddenly being called out, Chi Leyou: "?"

"Excellent improvisation!" The director's thumb passed in front of the girl's eyes and fell in front of Chen Che on the other side, with his thumb pointing downwards.

The director's face drooped.

Chen Che crossed his arms and glanced at him like a lord.

The director paused, then fell silent: "I'm giving you a break."

Shen Che raised his hand and pointed at the monitor where the director had "sentenced death" - if Chi Leyou's "improvisation" ruined the director's one-shot plan, then the image on the monitor of a large zombie handing a shoe to a small zombie added a touch of "heartwarming" to this horror thriller.

The director's gaze lingered on the shoe. He and Shen Che had known each other for many years and had a close relationship. A young man with mysophobia actually handed a girl's shoes? His worldview was shattered.

Shen Che: "Break it here, then push it forward and add a close-up, then cut to the long shot here."

"Can it be saved?" The director's expression went through a roller coaster, suddenly reaching its climax, "Great, we can be saved! Che, you're a genius!"

"Makeup artist - quickly touch up the actor's makeup!" The director's throat swelled with suona.

Chen Che didn't bother with the emotional rollercoaster. He beckoned to the calico cat, its makeup peeling off: "One more close-up. No lines, don't be afraid."

Before he could even utter the word "OK," the cat was kidnapped by the makeup artist. Even

after

removing the makeup, it was still a layer of skin peeling off.

The students who had been drafted in as extras were howling with exhaustion.

These were all classmates from the same major as Chen Che, from middle-class families in Maple Leaf Country. No foreign young man or young lady had ever endured such hardship.

They came in high spirits, but left with a stumbling stumble.

No one cared about the salary; everyone cared only about appearances.

"Oh, my skin!" the white woman slapped lotion on her face. "I'm allergic!"

"Che, why isn't your skin red?"

"Mr. Chen is a natural beauty."

"Don't give me that." Chen Che glanced at the others, but couldn't find Chi Leyou. He asked the white woman, "Where's my friend?"

The set was crowded. Chen Che described her: "She's half a head shorter than you, Asian, with black hair and big eyes."

"The girl who played Ya Lan? She took her makeup off and left early."

The foreigner was face-blind to Asians. Chen Che thought for a second and added fluently: "Aqua blue down jacket, and the same long johns as you."

He couldn't stand these straight men. The white woman corrected him: "They're not long johns, they're called leggings!"

As soon as he said that, Chen Che seemed to understand.

He looked the white woman up and down. She crossed her legs and struck a figure-flaunting pose. "Looks good, doesn't it? I train at the gym every day. Why don't we go together?"

Chen Che finally understood what was wrong with him.

He probably had something wrong with his eyes.

Everything around him was so monotonous, the color blocks were low in saturation.

Why did he know the color of her body?

The white girl shrugged. It was true that the mysterious and wealthy Asian boy was handsome, but he didn't respond to her glances.

She put away the charm in her eyes: "Let's go."

The classmates left, and the white girl walked up the stairs like a star-studded crowd.

The people in the field of vision turned into small gray moving cursors.

The black classmate patted his shoulder and waved his hand: "Your friend is there."

The man's hand was like a black and gold arrow, crossing the equipment on the set, passing through the staff, over the mountains and over the ridges, and finally landed in one place.

The ambient light was dim, and the light gathered in a small corner, illuminating the aqua-blue figure.