I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

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A single scene of the ‘female protagonist storming the imperial palace’ took up the entire morning. Most of the actions were completed with Ai Mi attached to steel rope. No matter how much Auntie Ren instructed her, Ai Mi couldn’t really improve her positioning. She also lost her balance multiple times and had to be untied like a fish suspended with a fishing rod.

But Ai Mi still criticized the other members of the crew. For example, she felt the lights were too glaring, the sound of the rail camera was too loud, or the makeup artist had too many freckles on her face.... it was like she was born to quarrel with everyone.

When it was break time, I asked Auntie Ren why Xiao Qin wasn’t here. Auntie Ren told me in a bad mood that she locked Xiao Qin at home to learn from a new art teacher she hired.

Since Xiao Qin decided she wanted to become a great shoujo mangaka, it seems she went and bought tons of manga goods and filled her room.

In order to support her daughter’s hobby and so she doesn’t think about me all day, Auntie Ren invited the scene artist’s best friend. She was an avant-garde artist at a fine arts institution and was suitable to be Ai Mi’s art teacher. Starting from this week, she would teach Xiao Qin how to draw for at least 8 hours a week. Xiao Qin is not allowed to leave the house or even use her cellphone before she completes the request.

No wonder she didn’t bother me today, so it’s because she went to learn how to draw. I guess it’s good, since it would take a burden off me if she focuses more on drawing.

“Also..” Auntie Ren said, “Were you the one who gave Xiao Qin the pair of running shoes she brought home last night?”

“Eh? How did you know?”

“It’s obvious because she put it on her desk and stared at it all night without sleeping. I had to force her to go to sleep, but when I woke up, I found out she went to sleep while wearing the shoes.”

Ah... I could kind of understand Auntie Ren’s anger. A pair of shoes could cause her daughter to be out of her mind, which meant Xiao Qin felt her boyfriend was more important than 14 years of upbringing. If I had a daughter like her, I would also lock her up at home.

I remembered Xiao Qin had a habit of not wearing clothes when she went to sleep. She also only bought her first bra two months ago, so she might not even wear it when she goes to sleep.

That means, when Auntie Ren went to wake up her daughter this morning, this was the scene she saw: Xiao Qin was only wearing panties and running shoes and she might have even been sleep talking about me while hugging her pillow.

Of course she would get really angry. Her own daughter being smitten in love would only remind Auntie Ren of her past self.

Shifting the focus back to Ai Mi, since she offended the crew today, the director finally reminded Ai Mi through the makeup artist to maintain his prestige: the underwear she wore today was too trendy, even though they won’t take shots under the skirt, but in high-speed shots, it will affect the overall effect. He recommended her to change into a simpler one, at least one that matches the color of the costume.

That’s why Ai Mi was inside the RV taking a shower and changing her underwear while I was outside freeloading a meal.

“What a perverted director.” Ai Mi complained before she went to take a shower, “He should have told me sooner if he already realized, instead I had to be eye-raped for so long.”

Huh, the last time I heard the word ‘eye-rape’ was from Eunuch Cao’s mouth, does Ai Mi meet a lot of fans who eye-rapes her? Or is it that all female idols can’t avoid being eye-raped by their fans?

I was at a loss after eating the “Provence Chicken Pasta” made by a French chef. I was slightly shaken by the claim that China had the best food in the world. At the same time, my blood flowed to my stomach to digest the food and I lacked brainpower.

I wiped my mouth and asked Peng TouSi:

“Where are Ai Mi’s used underwear usually kept...”

All the bodyguards who understood Chinese (such as 004 and 005) all looked at me in alarm.

I cursed my low intelligence and quickly put on a serious expression and spoke with a concerned tone:

“Weren’t there a couple of stalkers who went overboard when she was in America? I was worried they would try to get her underwear if it wasn’t kept in a safe place.”

I spoke and waved my arms while my words also hinted as if to say: “You guys dare suspect me.”

Peng TouSi took my words as a brother’s concern for his sister, so he nodded and said:

“Miss Ai Mi’er’s worn clothes will be dropped through a specialized tube into a sealed laundry basket. Then it will be taken to the hotel where it would be washed by a specialist.”

Peng TouSi took the QingZi Academy VIP building as a hotel, but I guess he’s right since the decor definitely looks like a hotel. I haven’t been there in a while.

“After the clothes are washed, it will then be brought to Miss Ai Mi’er. The ones she likes will be put into the closet and the ones she doesn’t will be thrown into a pulverizer.”

Well, I could understand why you throw the clothes into a pulverizer, but why do you wash it before you decide? Don’t you know the earth has a limited water supply?

I said I saw a giant cricket as an excuse to get away from the bodyguards and ran to the other side of the RV to scope it out.

This side was closer to the forest and was much cooler. I calmed myself and began to look for the twenty thousand dollar treasure placed in the two protruding ‘detachable areas’ from the RV.

You could hear the faint sound of trickling water from one of the detachable areas with a curtain.

That should be where Ai Mi is taking a shower. I can’t peak on my sister showering as a brother, but I can estimate the position of the specialized tube based on the position of the shower.

I strolled next to the window of the shower. Usually, Peng TouSi would be keeping guard outside when Ai Mi showers, but did Peng TouSi not come because he trusted me to guard her?

It’s embarrassing I couldn’t live up to Peng TouSi’s expectations. I grabbed the bottom trims of the windows with both my hands and peeked in on my tiptoes. I wanted to find any clues I could about her underwear.

I swear I’m not trying to peek at my sister shower. Even though I saw a glimpse of her toe, my goal is only my sister’s underwear.

I suddenly realized there were many more hands grabbing the trims of the window.

One, two, three, four.... why are there four hands?

I turned my head and saw Kyle in the same posture as me, then he spoke in broken Chinese while winking:

“Shhh, let’s fight fairly. We should not expose each other.”

When the hell did you get here? Are you a ninja instead of a warrior? Why would I not expose you?

Don’t peek at my sister. I’ll beat you to death...

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