Chapter 126: Quick Transmigration: Film and Television Multiverse Chapter 6 The Enemy's Enemy Is a Friend

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

After Lin Hao had figured out the complex and extremely subtle relationships among these people, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he thought to himself: "Hey, now I know what's going on, and I know where to start."

In the days that followed, Lin Hao truly brought his "acting" to the extreme.

Watching him in front of everyone, especially in front of Feng Huacheng, his performance could be described as "penetrating."

Every time Feng Huacheng stood up to recite poetry, or began to expound on some profound artistic views, Lin Hao would immediately get into character.

First, he would widen his eyes, as if attracted by some rare treasure, his gaze filled with fervent admiration.

Then, he would slightly open his mouth, putting on a look of surprised praise, and his body would unconsciously lean forward, as if afraid of missing every word Feng Huacheng said.

After Feng Huacheng finished reciting a passage or delivering a speech, Lin Hao would always be the first to stand up, clapping his hands hard, the applause loud and crisp, echoing in the room.

At the same time, his face was flushed red, his voice trembling with excitement as he said: "Big Brother Feng, your poem is simply amazing! As I listened, I felt as if you had taken me to a whole new world; the words were beautiful like a clear mountain stream, babbling into my heart; the mood was as deep and vast as the starry sky, making me unable to fathom it yet deeply fascinated. Since I was young in our little corner, I hadn't really come into contact with such profound and flavorful literary works; you have truly opened my eyes, just like opening a door to a new world for me. I must learn well from you, and please give me more guidance in the future!"

Feng Huacheng, upon hearing these words, felt so comfortable in his heart, like drinking a bowl of iced sour plum soup during the dog days of summer, exuding a sense of pride from head to toe.

Just like that, through one "wonderful" performance after another, Lin Hao really did slowly gain Feng Huacheng's trust.

And in private, Lin Hao was not idle; he knew clearly in his heart that to achieve his plan, he still needed to do some work on Song Jie's side.

Not long after, Lin Hao spotted an opportunity and actively approached Song Jie to curry favor.

At first, Song Jie really didn't take this half-grown boy seriously.

Every time Lin Hao came over with a full face of smiles to talk to him, Song Jie would lazily lean against the wall or sit on a stool, not lifting his eyelids at all, just perfunctorily humming, his eyes clearly showing a trace of disdain, as if saying: "Hmph, just this greenhorn kid, what ability could he have, coming to curry favor with me, not even looking at his own weight."

Once, Lin Hao ran to Song Jie's side with a full face of flattery, smiling and saying: "Brother Song, I see you've been depressed all day, do you have something troubling you? If you trust me, just say it out; although I'm younger, maybe I can help you strategize and come up with some ideas."

Song Jie gave him an impatient glare and said: "What can you help me with, a little brat, what do you understand? Don't mess around here, go do what you should do."

Hearing this, Lin Hao was a bit annoyed in his heart, but still wore a smile on his face, continuing to say cautiously: "Brother Song, don't underestimate me. Although I am younger, my eyes are bright, and I understand everything in my heart. I know you like Sister Zhang Xueqin, but you also saw that she seems to only have that guy Feng Huacheng in her eyes, you must feel uncomfortable in your heart, right. And I also noticed that you have some opinions about that guy Feng Huacheng, right?"

Hearing this, Song Jie's heart "thumped," and he immediately widened his eyes, as if his soft spot had been poked, staring straight at Lin Hao, and said in an unfriendly tone: "How do you know these? Hmph, even if you know, what can you do? What can you do? Don't talk nonsense here, I don't have time to chat idly with you."

Seeing Song Jie's reaction, Lin Hao was secretly delighted, knowing his words had hit the mark. He hurriedly leaned close to Song Jie, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Brother Song, I really do have a way. Listen to me carefully; although I seem to admire that guy Feng Huacheng on the surface, I actually can't stand his arrogant look. Think about it, he shows off his literary talent in front of Sister Xueqin all day, making Sister Xueqin dizzy, do you have a chance? So I thought, we join hands to deal with him together, and then expose his fake mask, letting Sister Xueqin see his true face; in this way, wouldn't Sister Xueqin possibly see your goodness and turn to like you?"

Hearing this, Song Jie's eyes lit up immediately, like suddenly seeing a bright lamp in the dark night.

He carefully sized up Lin Hao, thinking in his heart: what this kid said seems to make some sense, maybe it could really work. But he still said somewhat uneasily: "Alright, Little Lin, didn't expect you kid to have some ideas. But you can't just talk and not do; if you can't get it done, hmph, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Lin Hao hurriedly patted his chest and promised: "Brother Song, you can rest assured! Since I dared to say this, I am sure I can get this done. You just wait and see."

Just like that, under the circumstance that Lin Hao proposed to help him deal with Feng Huacheng and pursue Zhang Xueqin, Song Jie agreed.

As for Liu Qiang, Lin Hao thought, this person looked like an honest and simple fellow, with a relatively simple mind, and not very interested in these twists and turns and intrigues.

So Lin Hao didn't contact him too much, but wouldn't offend him either, just treating it as a casual acquaintance.

Every time he saw Liu Qiang, Lin Hao would smile and say hello: "Brother Qiang, what are you busy with?"

Liu Qiang would also smile foolishly and respond: "Nothing, just busy for nothing."

Then the two would chat casually for a few sentences, talking about the weather, asking about the village situation, and thus lived peacefully, each living their own lives, not interfering with each other.