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

[Lin Zhaoran]: OK, no problem, wait for my good news.

[Fox with a cigarette in its mouth.jpg]

Sui Si stared at the cheeky emoji, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.

The dialog box immediately switched back to "typing" at the top, this time lasting for more than ten seconds.

[Lin Zhaoran]: Help! I was just being chased by a vicious dog in my dream, and when I opened my eyes I saw your message!

Tell me! Did you install a surveillance camera in my head? Or did you secretly raise carrier pigeons that can deliver messages across oceans?

Sui Si: [I suggest you keep sleeping. At least in your dreams you can fight a dog to the death, but in reality you can't even beat one of my fingers.]

A new message popped up instantly in the chat box, accompanied by a baring, angry dog ​​emoji:

Stubborn to the end!

You still keep that case of whiskey in the entryway as a family heirloom, right?

When customs confiscated 20,000 yuan from me, I thought I was paying an "intelligence tax"!

Sui Si glanced at the dusty cardboard box in the corner and deliberately typed slowly:

The wine was intended for your victory celebration, but now it seems even emptying the chamber pot would be a waste.

The message was replied to instantly, accompanied by a voice message; clicking on it revealed Lin Zhaoran's exaggerated wailing:

"This is outrageous! I'm eating a cold sandwich while gathering intelligence for you, and you treat your savior to 'toilet water'?"

"After this is done, you have to prepare a feast of king crab for me. If it's less than ten pounds, you're not a true brother!"

Just as Sui Si was about to retort, another message popped up:

[Fine, fine, I know you don't like peeling, how about hot pot?]

Tripe and beef aorta must be ordered indefinitely!

I'll go meet that guy surnamed Chen when it's light. If he dares to let me leave empty-handed...

Hmph, I'll turn your "One Daily Tip for Rejecting a Confession" that was all the rage in school back then into a PowerPoint presentation!

Sui Si: [...]

My eyes swept across the time in the upper right corner of my phone; it should be 3 a.m. in the United States at this moment.

This guy is still the same as ever, risking his life for the mission.

He wanted to say a few more words of advice, but his finger hovered over the screen, and in the end he just silently turned it off.

"What laughing?"

A warm voice suddenly exploded in her ear, and Jun Sui clung to her, pressing her chin heavily against Sui Si's shoulder, breathing in the cool scent of mint candy.

"Are you secretly enjoying yourself behind my back again?"

Sui Si turned the phone screen to the side with his other hand, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the curve of the edge:

"We called in outside help."

"Do you remember my college roommate who worked at BMK?" He paused, a hint of a smile creeping onto his voice.

"It's Lin Zhaoran, who always wears a skull hoodie and can mistake a street lamp for a real object when he's drunk."

He has Wang Daxing's 'brilliant speech' from last year's international animation convention.

Jun Sui raised an eyebrow, his slender fingers twirling a strand of Sui Si's loose hair and gently tying it into a knot:

"That video of him spouting nonsense at an international animation convention, saying 'Chinese animation should learn from Japan'?"

The last syllable of her voice carried obvious disgust, and her fingernails unconsciously dug into the other person's shoulder.

"That's far more than that."

Sui Si suddenly leaned closer, his hot breath hitting Jun Sui's ear as he spoke, startling him into a slight tremor.

He lowered his voice, each word sounding as if it had been chilled to the bone.

“He also has a recording of Wang Daxing’s celebration banquet last month—he was drunk and put his arm around the R country producer’s shoulder, saying that the domestic audience were ‘eating leeks in an aesthetic depression’.”

The moment their eyes met, the office's air conditioning suddenly became much gentler.

The fighting spirit surging in Jun Sui's eyes was exactly the same as Sui Si's.

"What if this material suddenly appeared on domestic anime forums..."

Jun Sui suddenly raised his voice: "Ran Cang!"

A booming shout pierced the stagnant air: "Delete the entire seventh page of the PR plan! We have something even more explosive!"

A loud crashing sound came from the cubicle as Ran Cang kicked away a swivel chair, his black Martin boots screeching on the floor.

This pretty girl, who always wore a low ponytail, rushed over in a few quick steps; her eyes behind her glasses were strikingly bright.

"What bombshell? Something that could permanently condemn that old bastard Wang Daxing to the pillar of shame?"

She loosened the scarf around her neck, revealing a hickey on her collarbone.

"Tell me quickly, the blacklist of terms on my computer is practically moldy!"

The two assistants, huddled at their workstations, froze simultaneously, and the clattering of keyboards instantly subsided.

Looking at Ran Cang's flustered appearance, Sui Si recalled how she had crushed a Red Bull can into a deformed shape when she stayed up all night organizing materials three days ago.

"Little Li!"

Ran Cang suddenly turned around, her hair brushing against Sui Si's computer screen.

"Go and get that USB drive with the 'nuclear bomb' label from my drawer!"

Xiao Zhang, dig up all the comments and control messages in Wang Daxing's supertopic, focusing on those whitewashing remarks like "making money on your knees is the only way out!"

She grabbed her mug and gulped down a mouthful of cold coffee, the sound of her Adam's apple bobbing clearly audible in the quiet office.

"This time, we'll teach him a lesson about what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot."

The office was filled with the clatter of keyboards. Xiao Li tiptoed around rummaging through drawers, while Xiao Zhang's mouse wheel scrolled wildly. The two of them were like wind-up toys.

Jun Lique appeared behind Ran Cang without her noticing, his long, slender fingers holding a silver USB drive, which he gently placed next to her hot computer case.

"The chain of evidence must be complete, and no evidence should be left unchecked."

His voice carried a calming power, like the wind suddenly becoming gentle before a storm.

Ran Cang paused his rapid typing, his fingernails scraping against the keycaps with a harsh sound.

"Know it!"

Ran Cang tugged at his crumpled tie, but quietly straightened his back, which had been bent for two hours.

She suddenly slammed the mouse down, and the encrypted folder popped open, revealing a dense array of files that exploded like fireworks.

Look at this!

All the dirty deeds Wang Daxing has done in the past six months are here!

She scrolled quickly across the screen, "Misappropriating production funds to buy luxury cars, forcing animators to finish twelve episodes of storyboards in three days, and—"

Ran Cang suddenly lowered his voice and brought up a folder named "Nightingale".

"We have his chat logs, including the time, location, and money transfer records, showing that he sexually harassed voice actresses."

Sui Si's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and his palms were sweating as he gripped his phone.

Where did these come from?

"you forgot?"

Ran Cang pushed up his slipping glasses, revealing a predator-like glint in his eyes behind the lenses.

"A new friend I met at a comic convention last month works as an assistant at a voice actor agency."

She suddenly pulled out an MP3 player mysteriously, saying, "The girl who was harassed is her best friend, whom I grew up with."

The moment the play button was pressed, a nauseating laugh blared from the speakers:

"Little sister, come to my room tonight to discuss your roles... I promise I'll make you famous..."

"Enough! Stop disgusting us!"

Jun slammed the laptop shut, the metal clasp hitting the table with a dull thud.

"This is enough to warrant a criminal case."

"A criminal case?!"

Ran Cang, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly stood up, slamming his chair against the filing cabinet with a loud bang.

Several stacked folders clattered to the ground, and A4 papers scattered like snowflakes.

"I'll make sure he rots in jail! That beast—"

Her voice suddenly caught in her throat, holding back some unspeakable stories, and she was so angry that she almost ground her teeth to powder.

"Ayu."

Jun Li Que stepped forward, his slender hand resting on her violently heaving back.

"Take a deep breath."

His voice was like a towel soaked in warm water, gently wiping away her ruffled hair.

Ran Cang gasped for breath, his glasses fogged with a thin layer of mist, and even his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jun Lique took out a lychee candy from his pocket, the wrapper rustling in the air conditioning.

He carefully unwrapped the candy and held the round candy to her lips:

"You said last week that you might experience low blood sugar when you're busy."

The moment Ran Cang bit into the candy, the sweet and sour juice exploded on her tongue, and her eyes suddenly burned uncontrollably.

She turned her face away, muttering in a low voice, "She's quite virtuous..."

But the mouse in his hand had already come to a steady stop, and he began to carefully mark the timeline of the evidence.

She was chewing on a lychee candy, making a crunchy sound, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster guarding its food.