This director is vindictive.

Chapter 356 108 Kinds of Knowledge in the Time Loop

It was Yang Mi!
"Damn, when did you come in? How come there wasn't a sound?" Chen Mo turned his head, his mind going blank.

"Hehe! Guess?" Yang Mi said smugly.

"What the hell? You almost scared me to death just now!" Chen Mo said irritably.

"I opened the door quite loudly just now. You were so engrossed in watching it that you can't blame me!" Yang Mi said, but the cunning glint in her eyes did not escape Chen Mo's notice.

Just as Chen Mo was about to speak, Yang Mi suddenly tiptoed and covered his mouth, her foxy eyes gleaming with cunning: "Shh—the fairy sister is still sleeping."

She still had a light sheen of sweat from her morning run, and her waistline was faintly visible beneath her sports vest. Her minty breath brushed against his earlobe: "Looks like someone really bullied our fairy sister last night!"

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected their intertwined shadows. Chen Mo grabbed her restless wrist and said, "Mr. Yang, are you trying to become a 'Chaoyang citizen' (a term used to describe a person living in Chaoyang District, Beijing)?"

His fingertips inadvertently brushed against the throbbing pulse on her wrist, causing Yang Mi to tremble slightly and bite her lower lip. She suddenly pulled him back into the bathroom, and when her lower back hit the marble sink, the cold touch made her hiss.

"cold?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, his warm hand slipping under her back, lingering on the hollow of her spine: "Wearing so little so early in the morning."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Mi silenced her with a kiss. Her tongue was sweet with the taste of strawberry toothpaste, and her hair was still damp with water droplets, making her look like a juicy peach.

The water was accidentally knocked away, and amidst the rising steam, Yang Mi took the initiative and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

She leaned down and untied the straps of her sports bra, water droplets from her collarbone falling onto his chest as she bent over: "Didn't President Chen say he was going to give you a reward?"

Her soaked yoga pants accentuated her full curves: "I need double the amount."

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Liu Yifei rubbed her eyes and pushed open the bathroom door, this was the scene she saw—the intertwined figures of Yang Mi and Chen Mo cast ambiguous silhouettes on the frosted glass. The rising steam carried the coconut scent of shower gel, and the sound of the showerhead drowned out the soft creaking of the door hinges turning.

"You guys..." The fairy sister's voice was still soft and sweet from the morning, her robe collar askew, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder. Yang Mi turned around at the sound, her wet hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, but she smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream: "You've come at the perfect time~" She suddenly reached out and pulled Liu Yifei into the bathtub, and Chen Mo caught a whole bunch of water as it splashed up.

"Yang Mi, you—" Liu Yifei's exclamation was cut off by a kiss, Chen Mo's palm sliding down her lower back into her nightgown.

The bathtub overflowed due to the sudden increase in weight, winding its way into a glistening stream along the grout lines of the tiles.
After playing around in the bathroom, Chen Mo and Yang Mi returned to the bedroom wrapped in bathrobes. Liu Yifei leaned lazily against the headboard, drying her wet hair with a towel while watching Yang Mi enthusiastically flipping through space-themed wedding design sketches on a tablet.

"The design of this spaceship entrance is fantastic!"

Pointing at the 3D modeled wedding scene on the screen, Yang Mi's eyes sparkled as she said dreamily, "When I float out of the hatch, my spacesuit will automatically transform into a wedding dress. It will definitely be more spectacular than Zhao Liying's flying on a sword!"

Chen Mo chuckled and ruffled her hair: "You're dreaming. These special effects aren't cheap."

“Anyway, you have plenty of money~” Yang Mi winked at him, then suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, do you think we should shoot a sci-fi short film or movie before the wedding to generate buzz? Like the 'Phoenix Brings Auspiciousness' before the previous fantasy wedding."

"Isn't this a bit too much? Short films are fine, but a movie?" Liu Yifei looked at Yang Mi with a surprised expression.

"What's the big deal? Chen Mo, just tell me if it's okay or not! After 'The Wandering Earth 2,' everyone still has high expectations for domestic science fiction films. It seems like you, Director Chen, have never made a science fiction film before. Why don't you give it a try?" Yang Mi encouraged Chen Mo.

Well, the history of Chinese science fiction films can be described as full of twists and turns.

When the first "The Wandering Earth" was released, it was said that this movie opened the door to Chinese science fiction films.

But later, Shanghai Fortress slammed shut the door that Chinese science fiction films had finally managed to open up!
Then, with the release of "The Wandering Earth 2" this year, another major discussion about domestic science fiction films was sparked.

Unfortunately, to date, there have been no decent science fiction film projects approved.

In fact, science fiction movies have a wide audience in China. After all, the more you lack something, the more you want it.

Unfortunately, making science fiction movies is really not that easy!

At least for now, even Chen Mo hasn't ventured into this genre.

In the past, some netizens have encouraged Chen Mo to make science fiction movies, but it's not that Chen Mo doesn't want to. Science fiction movies are indeed a good direction, but the problem is that, given the current state of China's film industry technology, special effects are not actually the biggest issue in making science fiction movies.

You can see this from "The Wandering Earth 2"; there really aren't any major technical problems.

The biggest problem is actually the script!
Many people say that art films and dramas place more emphasis on the script, while science fiction films and commercial popcorn movies don't have such an important script. However, this statement is undoubtedly wrong.

And it’s totally wrong!
On the contrary, what currently restricts the development of domestic science fiction films is the script. The lack of good science fiction film scripts is the reason why domestic science fiction films are difficult to produce.

Chen Mo stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Science fiction is indeed a good direction. But what kind of subject matter should we make? It definitely can't be one of those super big productions, those things take years to film. I can wait, but Yang Mi, can you wait that long?"

“So it can only be soft science fiction! Like the current ‘Source Code’!” Yang Mi nodded.

Of course she couldn't wait that long, what a joke! She couldn't wait to start filming now, otherwise it would be too late!

"But soft science fiction requires a higher level of storytelling, right? Do you have a suitable script?" Liu Yifei asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

"I don't care what they have, I want to have it too!" Yang Mi started to act spoiled.

Women, they may say they don't care, but they're all holding back their anger inside.

"Hey, I suddenly have a brilliant idea!" Yang Mi suddenly sat up in surprise.

This piqued the curiosity of both Chen Mo and Liu Yifei.

"What brilliant idea? Is it even feasible?" Chen Mo looked at the woman who was so easily startled with suspicion.

“Look at this, I watched several sci-fi movies last night. I think it would be great to remake Tom Cruise’s ‘Edge of Tomorrow’!” Yang Mi said, opening the ‘Edge of Tomorrow’ page on her tablet.

"The Edge of Tomorrow?" Chen Mo was completely confused.

He had certainly seen the movie; after all, it was indeed a very good movie. But Chen Mo couldn't figure out what was so clever about it.

"Yeah, look, alien invasion + time loop, and they even have a surprise at the space wedding!"

She suddenly pounced on Chen Mo's back, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders: "Look, how romantic it is for the male and female leads to develop their feelings in a time loop! Every restart is like falling in love all over again."

Chen Mo was dizzy from her shaking, so he grabbed her wrist that was messing with him, his face full of black lines: "No, are you sure you've seen this movie?"

Where was the love story in the original version?
And this movie isn't soft science fiction, it's hard science fiction, okay?

"The mechs and special effects would take at least two years to prepare for filming. I'm fine with that, but if that's the case, can you wait?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Yifei brushing her earlobe with the end of her hair. The fairy sister's perfume today had a faint milky scent mixed in—evidence of her staying up until the wee hours last night.

"It doesn't need to take that long at all, okay?" Yang Mi suddenly turned his chin, her red lips almost touching the tip of his nose!

"We can change the alien base to the far side of the moon, and the final battle can be directly connected to my space wedding." She became more and more excited as she spoke.

It was as if they could already see that scene.

"Yifei, don't you agree?" she said, turning to look at Liu Yifei again.

The fairy-like woman leisurely picked up a grape from the fruit plate and put it into Chen Mo's mouth: "I think He Xi's 'The Heartbroken' is more suitable."

The coolness of chilled fruit lingered on her fingertips: "The core of soft science fiction is maternal love, and filming can be completed in three months."

As she spoke, she swiped her phone to bring up the encyclopedia page, and the introduction on the screen, "The Mother Who Researched Spacetime Topology for Her Son," shimmered in the morning light.

"The Heartbroken? What the hell? We're having a space wedding and then using The Heartbroken for a promotional video? Liu Yifei, are you doing this on purpose? Who's the heartbroken one? Me? Or Chen Mo? It's you, isn't it?" Yang Mi glared at Liu Yifei like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"This is a very touching science fiction novel, okay? It's about a mathematical genius who dedicates his entire life to researching the theory of microcontinuum, but because it's too advanced, it's not understood by the world. Only his mother supports him." Liu Yifei's voice gradually lowered: "In the end, this theory was only discovered to be correct hundreds of years later, and it was..." As she spoke, her eyes became a little moist: "Although it sounds so sad, it's also very beautiful, isn't it?"

"A story about a soul ahead of its time and a mother who always believed in her son would definitely be very touching if it were made into a film."

"what?"

Yang Mi's scream startled the sparrows outside the window!

"Liu Yifei, are you doing this on purpose? I want to film a scene where the wedding dress transforms into a spacesuit! In 'The Heartbroken,' are they going to have the bride walk the red carpet in a white lab coat?"

She pounced on the fairy sister and pinched her cheek. The two of them rolled around in a ball, the rustling sound of the silk fabric rubbing against each other mixed with Chen Mo's cough—that grape almost choked him to death.

Chen Mo suddenly nodded in agreement with the fairy sister's idea!
He had read the novel "The Heartbroken," although it wasn't hard science fiction; it was more like a family drama disguised as science fiction.

However, I must say, this novel is still very exciting!
Moreover, paying tribute to those who were once "heartbroken" is indeed a rather unique aspect of domestic science fiction.

"I've read 'The Heartbroken,' and it's indeed quite suitable for adaptation."

Moreover, it can be made into a style that balances hard science fiction and heartwarming moments.

We can incorporate space elements into the wedding, such as showing at the end how the micro-continuum theory can enable human interstellar travel.

As he spoke, he found it increasingly interesting, and jumped off the bed to pace around, brainstorming ideas: "We could use a flashback to start, beginning with humanity discovering this theory in the future, and then flashing back to the present. That's it! We could have Yang Mi play the protagonist's mother!"

Yang Mi's eyes widened: "Me? Playing the mother?"

"The age range is just right."

Chen Mo said earnestly, "Playing a character from your thirties or forties to your sixties or seventies is a challenge for you, but it's also a breakthrough."

Liu Yifei suddenly raised her hand: "What about me? What roles can I play?"

Chen Mo chuckled and pinched her cheek: "You could play the role of a scientist in the future, responsible for discovering the value of this theory. It would perfectly match the theme of a space wedding."

Yang Mi had already started searching for the original novel of "The Heartbroken" on her tablet, becoming more and more engrossed in it: "This story is really good. Chen Mo, should we contact He Xi to buy the copyright?"

Chen Mo nodded and texted Zhao Ming on his phone, asking him to come and talk to him.

On the other hand, someone said, "If we adapt 'The Heartbroken' into a film, we could change He Hongwei to an aerospace engineer."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Yifei suddenly paused and said, "Aerospace engineer? I feel like that's more suitable for Sister Yuanyuan, since her father is an aerospace engineer."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. Goodness, it seems to be true. Gao Yuanyuan came from the aerospace institute. Both her parents worked at the aerospace institute.

Yang Mi immediately protested, climbing onto his lap and snatching the tablet: "Mine! This is mine!!"

"I want to play a mother, the kind who wears a cheongsam and does scientific research!"

Her fingers flew across the screen, leaving red marks on the screen from the cherry-colored nail polish: "How cool would it be to hold the final funeral right there on the space station, scattering the ashes into the starry sky!"

"Besides, who said it's only suitable for Sister Yuanyuan? Do Zhao Liying's parents really have the ability to cultivate immortality?" Yang Mi said with dissatisfaction.

Liu Yifei suddenly tossed her long hair to one side, revealing the lingering hickeys on the back of her snow-white neck: "Honey, are you sure you want to play a fifty-year-old character?"

She blinked her innocent almond-shaped eyes at Chen Mo, then said with a rather cunning grin, "I think having Chen Mo play the mother would generate more buzz."

Suddenly, she pulled out her phone and said, "Perfect, I have all the women's clothing materials ready-made!"

"Liu! Yi! Fei!" Yang Mi's scream shook the crystal chandelier. When she lunged to grab the phone, her robe was completely spread open, and Chen Mo quickly used a pillow to cover his private parts.

In the chaos, someone accidentally bumped into the voice assistant, and the AI's mechanical voice suddenly read out a negative review of "Edge of Tomorrow": "The emotional storyline is as stiff as an alien creature."

The three of them froze simultaneously, then Liu Yifei couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha!"

Yang Mi was dumbfounded, and tried to save face by saying, "This AI is so unreliable! What does it know about movies or romantic storylines?"

"Oh right, right, a little bit better than alien creatures, hehehe!" Liu Yifei couldn't laugh anymore.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows across the messy floor. Chen Mo stared at the movie and novel covers side-by-side on his tablet, a sudden inspiration striking him: "How about... making a crossover Easter egg? After the main feature of 'The Heartbroken' ends, a clip from the space battlefield of 'Edge of Tomorrow' will play... cough cough, for example, how He Xi's micro-continuity theory ultimately became the key to realizing the loop technology in 'Edge of Tomorrow'?" As he spoke, he moved toward the door, ready to escape the battlefield at any moment.

Yang Mi's finger was tapping on the movie review page for "Edge of Tomorrow" on the tablet.

She suddenly spotted something amusing, narrowed her foxy eyes, and tugged at his sleeve: "Okay, but we have to add a sex scene! And it has to be filmed according to my version!"

"What? There's a sex scene too?" Chen Mo was completely bewildered.

But then Yang Mi's fingertip touched a silly comment from a netizen about "Edge of Tomorrow"!

When Liu Yifei leaned over to look, her ears suddenly turned bright red—on that page, a silly netizen had actually drawn 108 different poses that the male and female protagonists tried in the time loop.

Chen Mo saw it too.

Good guy, really good guy!

I've learned something! I've really learned something!
As expected, netizens have truly top-notch imaginations.

Damn, who could come up with something so "reliable"?

Goodness, 108 kinds.
For some reason, the famous "time freeze" image inexplicably popped into Chen Mo's mind.
Suddenly, he looked at Yang Mi with a mischievous grin: "Are you sure?"

"Do you dare?" Yang Mi asked confidently.

"I wouldn't dare!" Chen Mo immediately backed down!
"Tch!" Yang Mi said dismissively.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it!" she said smugly.

But the next moment, Chen Mo said, "I wouldn't dare to take your picture, but..."

"Do you dare to do it?"

Chen Mo suddenly grabbed Yang Mi's waist, his fingertips lightly scraping the hollow of her spine. Yang Mi sprang up as if electrocuted, her nails leaving red marks on his collarbone: "Liu Yifei is still here!"

The fairy-like beauty was half-covering her face with a cushion, but her almond-shaped eyes shone brightly: "I...I can be a photographer."

Her voice trailed off, her ears turning bright red, but her fingers honestly reached for her phone on the bedside table.

"You're such a fairy-like beauty!"

Yang Mi's robe belt had somehow gotten tangled around Chen Mo's wrist, and with a tug, she pulled him close!

"Didn't you take enough pictures last night?" Her lips, smeared with lip gloss, almost touched his Adam's apple, her warm breath carrying the sweet scent of strawberry toothpaste.

Chen Mo suddenly exerted force, pressing Yang Mi down into the feather quilt. Yang Mi's scream was muffled by the sound of fabric rubbing together. Liu Yifei's fingertips trembled slightly as she hovered over the shutter button—in the shot, Chen Mo's bathrobe collar was wide open, water droplets sliding down his abdominal muscles into his V-line, while Yang Mi's fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously in the morning light.

"If you're going to film, film the whole thing."

Chen Mo suddenly snatched Liu Yifei's phone and pulled her into the fray. The fairy-like Liu Yifei's gasp was muffled, the scent of mint and orchid mingling around her nose. Taking advantage of the moment, Yang Mi loosened the belt of his bathrobe and whispered triumphantly, "Time Loop, First Move."

Chen Mo turned the tables and took control, his fingertips tracing Yang Mi's sensitive area: "Didn't Boss Yang want the 108 positions?"

With his other hand, he precisely gripped Liu Yifei's wrist as she attempted to take a sneaky photo: "It's time to update the material library for the fairy sister."

The three of them rolled around in a ball. Morning light streamed through the curtains onto the bed, illuminating their excited faces. On this ordinary morning, a science fiction story about love and stars, time and eternity was quietly taking shape.
(End of this chapter)