Chapter 241

The arrival of Season also drew the gazes of other auditionees in the vicinity toward her. The familiar panic and nervousness struck; He Lele struggled to suppress her body's reaction, just about to speak—

"Are you two... a couple?" the woman who had failed to strike up a conversation asked.

Season once again relied on his height advantage to drape his arm over He Lele's shoulder, gesturing toward himself and her. "With such obvious couple outfits, can't you tell?"

In an instant, the fear faded. He Lele rolled her eyes, pushed his arm away, and walked toward the corner at the end of the corridor to wait for the audition results.

"Tch! What's with the attitude!" the woman muttered in dissatisfaction.

By noon, the results were out. She had successfully landed the supporting role, while Season—was pending!

On the bus ride back, He Lele looked at Season beside her from time to time. She had originally thought he was just playing around, but seeing him so seriously studying the script and preparing for tomorrow's callback, she began to feel uncertain.

The role Season was auditioning for was a male supporting character with significant screen time in the animation. The fact that he could make the interviewers unable to decide and request that he and another veteran voice actor participate in a callback was enough to prove his standard!

Perhaps, she had thought too highly of herself? He hadn't come to the audition because of her at all...

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Season put down the script, a somewhat flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

"You..."

"Hmm?"

"... It's nothing." She turned her head away, no longer looking at him. After a good while, He Lele couldn't help but ask, "Why, why do you keep looking at me?"

"Because I can't get enough of looking."

"..."

After getting off the bus, He Lele buried her head and walked forward quickly. Season followed easily by her side, but every time he tried to hold her small hand, she shook him off firmly.

Shaken off time and again, Season reached out time and again. He didn't use great force to grip her hand tightly; he simply tried repeatedly, approaching her tirelessly.

"Mr. Season!" Walking to a secluded corner, He Lele stopped. "I hope you understand one thing—the employment relationship with the apartment has been terminated. Please... do not disturb my life."

"... Then I can only say I'm sorry," Season smiled faintly, raising his hand to stroke her small face. He Lele took a step back to dodge, but he didn't show the slightest displeasure. "In your future life, there will inevitably be me."

"Cough... excuse me, Chairman Season, Producer Shentu is waiting for Miss He." Lin Qi's voice rang out abruptly.

Author's Note:

Been working overtime like crazy lately~~~ didn't sleep at noon either~~555555~~ Where is spring~~ Where is spring?

Saw some girls asking if it can finish by mid-January~~ Took a look~ The main text should be able to finish before the New Year~~ Because Lele is soft-hearted~~ This is a fatal flaw...

And this group of men are more shameless than the last; that is their capital.

Love you all~~ Mwah~~

☆, (11 Fresh Coins) Chapter 210: Enduring Until Collapse

Lifting his eyes from the documents, Shentu Mo pressed the car window down and glanced at the three people not far away. The pair of man and woman were dressed quite harmoniously in similarly plain shirts and jeans, their postures equally tall and graceful, like a pair of youthful and pure student lovers.

"..." Shentu Mo lowered his eyes to gaze at the black fountain pen in his hand, and after a moment, he pressed his phone. "Xiao Lin, return to the company."

Lin Qi, having received the order, was stunned in confusion. He looked at He Lele and Season with a strange expression, then composed his face and bowed in apology.

"Sorry to have disturbed you."

Season frowned, staring at the black Bentley not far away, and took out his phone to dial. "Shentu, what are you doing?"

"..." Shentu Mo did not answer and hung up the phone on his own.

Glancing at the woman beside him, Season put away his phone, grabbed her hand, and walked away.

"You!" He Lele wanted to shake him off again, but this time she couldn't. "Season—"

He Lele stopped abruptly, looking with some hesitation at Season's side profile, which was clearly suppressing anxious emotions.

"What's wrong?" He Lele asked softly.

Season stopped, slowly turned back, and looked down at her, who was sensitive and soft-hearted, smiling shallowly. "Are you worried about me?"

He Lele immediately retracted her look of concern, glared at him irritably, and pulled her hand back forcefully. "Mr. Season! Please let me go!"

"I won't let go." If he could let go, he wouldn't be this anxious.

"You, if you don't let go, I'm calling the police!" ===== CHAPTER 242 =====