Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

The dense annotations along the edges of the manuscript paper had been erased until they were rough. The 17th version of the storyboard gleamed coldly on the computer screen, and the cursor flickered mockingly at the protagonist's crucial dying monologue.

Sui Si was biting the pencil stub, his teeth almost leaving marks on the wooden barrel, when he was suddenly startled by the warm breath coming from behind him.

A figure carrying the aroma of cedar and coffee descended, and as Jun Sui bent down, the cuff of his suit sleeve slipped down, revealing a low-key mechanical watch on his wrist.

He gently placed the steaming Americano on the table, the bottom of the cup making a soft "click" as it touched the surface, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against Sui Si's flushed earlobe.

"Is the screenwriter agonizing over the dialogue again?"

Sui Si's eyelashes trembled violently twice. It was a familiar voice, yet it always made her heart race when the other person got close.

He grabbed the eraser end beside him and threw it at Jun Sui, his ear tips turning so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Isn't it because you changed the shooting style at the last minute last week?!"

The eraser traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in Jun Sui's open suit pocket.

“The emotional tone of every scene needs to be readjusted now, but you’re just sitting behind the screen doing nothing every day.”

"My fault."

Jun Sui braced himself against the armrest of Sui Si's swivel chair with one hand, trapping the person between the desk and himself.

He reached out and turned off the computer screen, then snatched the script away from Sui Si's astonished gaze.

"This line has been revised 28 times from the first version to the seventeenth version."

His slender fingers touched the words "I finally understand love," and he suddenly leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Sui Si's trembling lips.

"How about we use a more direct way of saying it? For example..."

"boom!"

Ran Cang strode in, her white sneakers clicking as the wind from her black trench coat swept up the sticky notes on the table.

The tablet she was holding was still connected to a data cable.

The crooked Gothic spires on the screen glowed with an eerie fluorescent green in the morning light, looking like a medieval castle that had been modified by aliens.

"Help! The art department has turned a medieval castle into a haunted amusement park!"

She slammed the tablet down on the table, causing the milk foam in her coffee cup to ripple.

As Jun straightened up, he casually adjusted his tie, his Adam's apple bobbing gently between the collar of his well-tailored shirt.

He took the tablet, swiped to view, and zoomed in on a tower model tilted at 45 degrees:

"Have them scale it down by 20%, and change the spire to a flame-melting effect—Ran Cang, can you create the particle trails of flowing lava over there?"

"Who are you looking down on?"

Ran Cang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his bag, and put it in his mouth. The metal wrapper reflected a shimmering light under the lamp.

"When the finished product comes out, we guarantee that the audience will think that we have really brought the volcano into the screen."

She suddenly turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Sui Si, her gaze behind her glasses filled with mischief.

"Could a certain great writer please make the protagonist's dying lines sound less like a primary school student's essay?"

Ran Cang shook the tablet, and the dialogue boxes in the storyboard were circled in red three times.

"Yesterday I sent a sample reading to the voice director, and he asked me if it was a script for a children's cartoon."

She took the lollipop out of her mouth and tapped it in the air.

"Even current AI voice-overs sound unnatural, how am I supposed to add tear-jerking effects to this?"

Sui Si grabbed the mug next to him and took a big gulp, only to find that there was no coffee left, just a few sugar cubes that had melted halfway.

"Then how do you suggest we change it?"

He pushed the script forward; the dense annotations on the manuscript almost covered the original text.

"The protagonist's character is supposed to be introverted, so we can't just suddenly throw in a melodramatic monologue, can we?"

Ran Cang took off his black-rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes: "Being reserved doesn't mean being wooden."

She reached out and turned the tablet towards Jun Sui. "Director Jun, look, here the protagonist is recalling his life before he dies. If we add fragmented memory flashback effects, and add some trembling breathing to the dialogue..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, mimicking a choked tone, "I... I feel like I haven't seen enough... the starlight in your eyes..."

"stop!"

Sui Si slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed red. "This is even more cheesy than my version!"

He grabbed a pencil and frantically scribbled in the script, eraser shavings falling onto the keyboard.

"Anime characters' lines should fit their character design; this forced emotional manipulation..."

"But it can definitely make you cry."

Jun Sui suddenly spoke, pressing down on Sui Si's hand as he tried to continue making changes with his long, slender fingers.

He swiped his tablet to bring up a preview of the storyboard animation.

The image of the virtual character lying in the ruins was suddenly covered by red particle effects added by Ran Cang.

"When the visual impact is strong enough, appropriate and straightforward dialogue can actually enhance the emotion."

He turned to look at Sui Si, his eyes seductive, "Just like what you wrote last time..."

"shut up!"

Sui Si abruptly pulled his hand back, his ear tips turning so red they were almost bleeding.

He certainly remembered that one late night, he secretly wrote his feelings for Jun Sui into his character's lines, but he never expected that the other party would bring it up in public.

Ran Cang keenly sensed the undercurrent between the two and immediately grabbed his tablet and stood up:

"Okay, you guys take your time to discuss it. I'll go adjust some new parameters for the particle effects."

She deliberately dragged out her words, "After all, some people are so full of pink bubbles when they write lines that they don't even think about what tragic aesthetics are."

"Dye the Azure Sky!"

Sui Si grabbed the notepad to throw it away, but Jun Sui grabbed his wrist. The other's warm palm covered his wrist, gently kneading his fingers, which were stiff from holding a pen for a long time.

"Don't be angry."

Jun Sui said softly, rubbing the veins on the back of his hand with his thumb, "Let's try a different approach..."

Seeing this, Ran Cang whistled, deliberately drawing out the sound:

"Oh dear, I'm doing a really good job as a third wheel. You two continue to be lovey-dovey, I'm going to save the art department from an aesthetic disaster."

As she picked up the tablet, she caught a glimpse of Jun Sui secretly rubbing Sui Si's reddened wrist with his thumb, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"But seriously, Director Jun, your screenwriter seems to be experiencing a creative block lately. How about taking him to Disneyland to rediscover his childlike wonder?"

"Dye the Azure Sky!"

Sui Si struggled to chase after him, but Jun Sui gently pressed him back into his chair.

Ran Cang's footsteps gradually faded away, and the studio fell silent again, with only the sound of their overlapping breaths remaining.

Jun Sui suddenly bent down, his forehead touching Sui Si's, and as their noses met, the warm breath carrying the aroma of coffee wafted onto their faces.

"She's right, we should relax a bit."

"Where would I find the time now?"

Sui Si turned her face away, but she couldn't escape Jun Sui's persistent gaze.

The other person's thumb was still gently pressing on his wrist, pulse, again and again, as if counting the beats of his heart.

"The castle is built incorrectly, the lines need to be changed, and there's the character movement for next week..."

"Leave it all to me."

Jun Sui suddenly grasped his hand, and the moment their fingers intertwined, Sui Si felt the thin calluses on the other's palm gently brush against his skin.

"The film crew has a day off tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Sui Si's reddened earlobe, "If you still can't write the lines, I'll punish you by making you say 'I love you' a hundred times."

Sui Si's face flushed instantly, and he raised his foot to kick Jun Sui, but Jun Sui easily dodged it.

He grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Jun Sui, but when he saw the gentle smile in Jun Sui's eyes as he caught the cushion, he suddenly deflated.

The morning light had crept across the computer screen without anyone noticing, casting dappled golden hues on the intertwined shadows of the two people. In a daze, even the unfinished script seemed to be imbued with a sweet warmth.

"Let me make it clear first, I'll only be there for two hours."

Sui Si awkwardly withdrew his foot, but did not pull away the hand that was being held. "Besides, if the lines are not revised well, you will also bear some responsibility."

"Yes, my great writer."

Jun smiled and kissed the back of his hand. The watch face reflected the morning light, making his loving eyes shine even brighter.