Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 152 - 132: Entering the Leaves with the Wind, Silently Moistening Everything

Chapter 152: Chapter 132: Entering the Leaves with the Wind, Silently Moistening Everything

In the office, Zhao Xiaodong was slightly taken aback before promptly handing the form he was holding to Director Li.

Director Li took it and immediately noticed the name “Cheng Zhu” written on the form.

“Cheng Zhu,” he murmured softly.

He then quickly glanced through the content below.

“It’s indeed a game,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

Zhao Xiaodong watched Director Li’s reaction and clicked his tongue in amazement.

It seemed that the director actually knew him?

No way, had his fame grown so much that even school leaders had heard of him?

He had just looked at the project application form submitted by Cheng Zhu, and honestly, he thought it was terribly written.

To be frank, if he were the director, he wouldn’t approve it.

Zhao Xiaodong was indeed a pretty decent person, and Cheng Zhu could sense that this senior was quite easy to get along with, hence they even shared a cigarette together.

Thus, he had such thoughts solely because… Cheng Zhu’s writing was indeed terrible!

Since it was a project application form, shouldn’t it briefly introduce the project?

Guess what this freshman wrote?

He wrote a single sentence: A mobile game similar to “Match Three” that involves eliminating obstacles.

Could it be any more unoriginal?

Are people still thinking of making such games these days?

Are you sure you’re not here to scam for credits and support?

Zhao Xiaodong had seen too many applications, and most people would hype up their projects to make them sound spectacular and showcase their unique qualities.

Cheng Zhu, on the other hand, merely wrote one sentence and clearly displayed all the clichés.

He couldn’t really think that just because his name filled the form, Director Li would approve it, right?

Zhao Xiaodong discreetly observed Director Li’s expression.

Sure enough, he slightly furrowed his brow.

But upon reconsideration, he thought: “What’s so special about e-commerce? What’s so special about owning a claw machine arcade?”

“This young man has succeeded in them.”

Such university entrepreneurship support, from one perspective, also seemed like an investment by the school in its students.

Sometimes, you hear investors say: “I’m not investing in the project, I’m actually investing in the person.”

Director Li’s situation was somewhat similar now.

If anyone else had submitted such a form, considering the onslaught of Information Technology students making games, all of them doomed, and given how antiquated and clichéd this project really was, he would definitely not approve it.

Look at what you’ve written! Does it even make sense?

But at this moment, he sat down at his desk, pulled out a fountain pen, and briskly signed the form, then stamped it.

Zhao Xiaodong was flabbergasted on the side.

It actually… got approved?

And doesn’t the director only approve projects once a week?

After completing these actions, Director Li didn’t forget to tell He Xiaodong: “Go submit this now.”

“Ah?” He paused for a moment, then quickly nodded: “Okay!”

As he walked out of the office, he still felt somewhat dazed.

In his mind, he recalled what Cheng Zhu had said while they were smoking:

“It doesn’t matter what the project is, what matters is that my name is on the form.”

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…

In the luxurious hotel suite, the photo shoot progressed smoothly.

Luckily, he had finished shooting the parts by the floor-to-ceiling windows early on because soon after, the sky turned overcast, looking like it might rain.

They were currently shooting the cow sweater.

Cheng Zhu personally wasn’t particularly fond of this cow sweater, but it was indeed very popular.

As a business owner, one couldn’t always follow personal preferences; aligning with the market was essential.

“I may not like it, but that doesn’t mean others won’t,” Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

He had even specially ordered a batch of cow print tights from the factory—the ones with cow prints.

And true enough, Ye Zi looked quite striking in them.

During the shoot, she even proactively suggested, “Boss, should I pour some milk on myself?”

“You’re really dedicated,” Cheng Zhu gave her a thumbs up.

They kept shooting until five in the afternoon, by which time they had almost finished.

Cheng Zhu looked at the photos in the camera and asked, “Tired?”

“Tired,” Ye Zi admitted candidly, but quickly added, “Do we need to reshoot anything?”

Cheng Zhu nodded.

He was still somewhat dissatisfied with the black Spiderman bodysuit.

Ye Zi immediately complied, digging through the pile of clothes and asked, “I’m actually not too tired, it won’t take much longer. Which one, boss?”

Cheng Zhu pointed to the Spiderman outfit.

He knew well that even some professional QQ models weren’t as dedicated as Ye Zi.

And what he knew even better was that Ye Zi’s dedication went beyond just professionalism.

“If you’re tired, it’s okay to take a break,” Cheng Zhu said.

“No need, I’m really strong, and I have good stamina. After the shoot… I can even do overtime,” she said with a double entendre.

While Ye Zi was in the bathroom changing, Cheng Zhu sat on the sofa and smoked.

Today, during the shoot, he suddenly realized something.

“I’ve thought before that QQ uniforms shouldn’t just be sold domestically; it’s about time to start looking at exports.”

“But there never seemed to be a right opportunity.”

“Now, upon reflection, this moment is probably the best opportunity!”

Take the grey backless sweater as an example; this garment wasn’t just popular domestically, but also seemed to be well-received in Japan and Korea!

After all, aside from blowing up on domestic platforms like Weibo, it also had high popularity on some international social media platforms.

Strictly speaking, many overseas platforms are even better suited for posting these photos.

This increased the demand for exports too.

Of course, Cheng Zhu was clear that the main target market for this product was still Asia.

But the black Spiderman bodysuit was different!

In the Western markets, this product was bound to explode, perhaps even more than domestically!

He knew, before his rebirth, how terrifyingly widespread TikTok’s user base was globally, dominating a high share of the short video market internationally as well.

Random searches on TikTok’s international version would turn up countless videos of foreign girls wearing this product.

Some were costume videos, others simply featured dancing in it.

This showed its immense popularity abroad.

Cheng Zhu mulled over the feasibility as he puffed on his cigarette.

As he was lost in the smoke, Ye Zi, not wearing slippers, tip-toed over to him.

He marveled at how perfect the black Spiderman outfit looked on her as she sat down beside him; the visual impact of her standing versus sitting was entirely different.

After all, when you sit, your leg and buttock muscles naturally spread a bit to the sides.

And because the outfit was so tight, it made these areas feel even more taut.

If her legs were closed while sitting, you could clearly see three lines; one from the seam of the legs, the other two from where the legs met the hips.

Damn, she really was born to wear this leather suit; it suited her so well!

Even someone as tough as Cheng Zhu found it hard to remain completely undisturbed.

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He removed the cigarette from his mouth, flicked the ash, and couldn’t help but drift into memories.

“I remember the first time we shot together, you were sitting on the sofa with me, and I was about to light a cigarette, but you snatched it away,” he chuckled.

“Do you remember what you said then?” he raised an eyebrow at Ye Zi.

Ye Zi pushed her butt up slightly and said, “Yeah, I said, ‘Brother, stop smoking, if you want to smoke, smoke my butt instead.'”

Cheng Zhu raised his hand and slapped the Spider living in Silk Cave, resulting in a crisp, pleasant sound. He irritably said:

“You actually said, ‘Brother, stop smoking; it’s bad for your health, if you want to smoke, smoke sister’s butt instead.'”

After feeling the pain, Ye Zi’s eyes seemed to swim, and it appeared as though she could shed water from them. She lightly bit her lower lip and shrunk a bit.

This small reward swept away the fatigue of today’s shoot.

Outside the hotel, thunder rumbled intermittently at that moment.

Boom! Boom!

Dark clouds had gathered earlier, but it hadn’t rained.

Now, after a few peals of thunder, it suddenly started pouring.

Ye Zi shifted to a different sitting position, raising the other buttock that hadn’t been hit yet, and said, “I was afraid if I called you ‘brother,’ boss, you might feel displeased.”

“I hesitated just now; I actually wanted to call you… Ah!” Before she could finish, her wish was granted, and she was smacked again.

“Don’t play these games; I’m not into that,” Cheng Zhu said as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray, “Get me a bottle of water.”

Ye Zi immediately got up obediently and trotted to fetch the water, her retreating figure eliciting tsk tsk sounds.

Cheng Zhu took a sip of mineral water and then set the bottle back on the coffee table.

Ye Zi picked up the water bottle and said, “I’m thirsty, too.”

Cheng Zhu remained silent, just watching her.

He had expected Ye Zi might play up a little flirtation, deliberately drinking from where he drank.

But unexpectedly, she tipped her head back and drank, placing the bottle above without touching it, pouring it through the air.

Perhaps noticing Cheng Zhu watching and coupled with having been smacked just now, she couldn’t hold back. Suddenly, her tongue peeked out, touching the mouth of the bottle slightly.

“Wow, pretty skilled,” Cheng Zhu was always very open in front of Ye Zi.

“Not really,” Ye Zi didn’t pretend not to understand, but as she set down the bottle, while screwing on the cap, she added softly, “I haven’t had that before.”

With that, she began to look up at Cheng Zhu voluntarily; first, their eyes met, drawing a thread, and then her gaze travelled downward, acting like a crotch-watcher.

Boom! The hotel continued to endure the storm.

The rain was too heavy; driving a car wasn’t easy; it affected visibility and increased the likelihood of accidents.

Rainwater violently washed the room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting everything beyond the water droplets.

Cheng Zhu watched her and knew why she was behaving this way.

If she took the initiative, there might be a story. If she didn’t, there definitely wouldn’t be.

To be precise, he had almost lost track of how many times Ye Zi had taken the initiative.

She knew Cheng Zhu wasn’t a good man, so she also let herself be free.

Of course, Cheng Zhu… definitely wasn’t a good man, damn it!

This scoundrel’s character had always been consistent, even without the risk of collapsing, because he was already a ruin.

“From a ‘Persistent Visit’ perspective, you really can be considered my right-hand man,” he said leisurely.

Ye Zi’s eyes dimmed upon hearing this.

She thought the statement was too formal, even more so than the flirty talk they usually had.

This was like sealing the relationship, wasn’t it?

“Boss, I understand,” Ye Zi bit her lip, her head bowed, her long hair spilling over to cover half her face.

Cheng Zhu, looking at the pouring rain outside the window, somehow felt that her disheveled and defeated look was like that of a drenched dog.

“No, you don’t understand,” his tone had barely fallen when Ye Zi lifted her head, slightly puzzled as she met his eyes, her mouth slightly agape.

He looked at her, dressed in the Spiderman bodysuit, grinned, and said: “Don’t you understand the relationship between a man and his right-hand man?”

—Like a partner, like a wife.

He raised his right hand, gently pressed her cheeks, then slowly traced her lips with his thumb, and said in a deep voice:

“You haven’t done it, have you? I’ll teach you.”

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