Hancheng: There is a door between me and the future

Chapter 261 Jung Soo-jung: "Lin Xiu-yuan seems to be actually quite useful~" (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

On the table.

Krystal Jung froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted, even her breathing slowed down.

She was genuinely terrified.

Because in her memory, she had never shown her waist dimples on any occasion, and even if the stage costume was low-waisted, she would always cleverly cover that part.

Even her clothes in the practice room are always neatly tied up.

But how did Lin Xiuyuan know that?

At the same time, the scene she had seen last night suddenly and uncontrollably appeared in her mind.

That is, the scene of Lin Xiuyuan and Lin Xiaolu kissing as they entered through the entrance hall, and her and Shirley's desire to ask Lin Xiuyuan some gossip about having dinner with him today.

Then she remembered that she and Shirley had gone to dinner with him today, originally intending to get some gossip out of him, but now she had ended up getting the trap instead.

Could it be... that Yoona unnie also has dimples on her lower back?
Wait a minute, what does this have to do with Yoona unnie?
No, the key point is, how did he know he had it?
Feeling increasingly confused, Krystal Jung subconsciously clenched her fingers and placed them on her lap, as if trying to use that force to pull herself back to reality.

But my mind was getting more and more confused, and my heart was beating faster and faster. This was even more outrageous than a love triangle in a TV drama.

However, the main problem is that Lin Xiuyuan's method of using the "result" to tease people is really despicable.

Despicable, shameless, and hateful!

Just as she was about to completely immerse herself in her own little mental drama, Sulli suddenly waved her hand in front of her eyes, breaking the reverie with a grin, "Soojung, what are you daydreaming about? Don't overthink it, oppa is probably just teasing you."

After saying that, she looked at Lin Xiuyuan, giving him a slightly coquettish glare, "Right, oppa~"

"Huh?" Krystal Jung suddenly snapped back to reality, looking like a primary school student whose secret had been exposed. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to eat, but even her fork trembled a couple of times.

Seeing her embarrassed state, Lin Xiuyuan's smile deepened. "Yeah, I guessed. People with good figures and beautiful waistlines usually have waist dimples. I just thought you, Xiujing, had them too."

He paused, then added, "By the way, Truth, do you think there might be a small mole in the middle of the waistline, right down the back?"

"Cough cough cough..."

This time, Krystal choked on her own saliva and hurriedly covered her mouth. Her face turned from pink to bright red, and she looked like she was about to steam.

When she looked up at Lin Xiuyuan again, her gaze was no longer simply one of shock, but rather one of horror, panic, and even a hint of wanting to run away.

Meanwhile, Sulli, who was standing to the side, put her hand to her forehead and leaned on the table, her shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress her laughter: "Oppa's perverse sense of humor hasn't changed at all."

A moment later, she still reached out and picked up a piece of shrimp for Krystal, trying to smooth things over, "Okay, okay, oppa, stop teasing Krystal. How could that be? Don't talk nonsense~"

She then gently coaxed her friend, "Come on, Soojung, eat something first. Don't pay attention to oppa; he just likes to make wild guesses."

Krystal Jung stared at the large shrimp in the bowl, her lips moved, and she wanted to say "I really have some" several times, but she swallowed the words back.

She didn't even dare to look up anymore, because every time she met Lin Xiuyuan's gaze, she felt as if he could see right through her, making her feel uncomfortable all over, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

No, if before I just felt a bit naked.

Now it's not just a little bit, but it's like being completely stripped naked and thrown into the sunlight, exposed nakedly in front of him. Even breathing feels shameful, it's no different from running naked in the street.

As a result, this lunch was exceptionally strange.

At first, it was Krystal Jung and Sulli who were supposed to team up to interrogate Lin Xiuyuan, but once they actually sat down at the table, he completely took control of the situation.

Lin Xiuyuan peeled the shrimp slowly and methodically, his movements very skilled. He would even glance at them from time to time and throw out a few teasing and playful remarks, as if he were fishing.

And what he was fishing for was Krystal Jung, this little fish that was sitting up straight.

So Lin Xiuyuan, who was supposed to be questioned, became the one who ate the most heartily and happily, completely controlling the atmosphere.

On the contrary, Krystal Jung, who wanted to ask about gossip today, was swayed around by him like a fish.

I couldn't ask any of the questions I wanted to ask, and I was teased time and time again.

At this point, Krystal Jung had completely lost the urge to investigate how Lin Xiuyuan knew all this; she just wanted to escape this damned restaurant as soon as possible.

Because she always felt that the deeper she investigated, the more she would be pushed into a situation from which there was no turning back, and she even had a sixth sense that "something big is going to happen".

Shirley, sitting in the middle, was somewhat at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Sulli, sitting in the middle, was in a dilemma. One was her best friend, and the other was her oppa. It wouldn't be appropriate to favor either of them.

One harbors a huge secret, while the other is a bewildered and curious child.

She could only smile wryly and act as a peacemaker, serving food to Jung Soo-jung while putting peeled shrimp into Lin Xiu-yuan's bowl, trying her best to bring the atmosphere back to normal, but no matter what she did, she couldn't.

Ultimately, the lunch proceeded in this strange and subtle atmosphere.

Finally, during the brief moment when Lin Xiuyuan finished peeling the shrimp and went to wash his hands, Zheng Xiujing seemed to have finally gotten a chance to escape. She immediately put down her chopsticks, stood up, grabbed Shirley's hand, and said urgently in a low voice, "Let's go, let's go, Snowball, let's go quickly."

She now felt as if she had just been pulled out of a huge whirlpool, and even her breathing felt much lighter.

"Hey, Soojung, you haven't finished eating yet."

"I'm not eating anymore, I'll treat you to something even better when we get back."

Seeing this, Sulli couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then Jung Soo-jung grabbed her tightly and hurriedly picked up her bag and walked out.

Even as she fled, she didn't forget to turn around and tell the waiter, "Please tell that gentleman we're leaving now."

Then, together with Krystal Jung, they left the restaurant at almost a jog pace.

When Lin Xiuyuan returned to the restaurant, he found the seats empty, and even his bag was gone.

Having some experience, he immediately looked at the approaching waiter.

Sure enough, after receiving confirmation from the other party, he just smiled, then casually sat back down to continue eating, wiping his hands with a tissue while checking his phone for messages.

Not long after, Shirley's message arrived.

Sulli: [Oppa, you scared Krystal!]

Lin Xiuyuan: [It can't be that serious, I was just teasing her.]

Sulli: [Who would say something like that? If it were Krystal saying "oppa, what's in your crotch?", wouldn't you be shocked?]

Lin Xiuyuan: [? ?]

Lin Xiuyuan: [Zhenli, you've been picking up bad habits from Krystal lately. Don't follow her example; children should behave like children.]

Sulli: [No, Jiyeon unnie taught me.]

Lin Xiuyuan: [I'll go back and teach her a lesson.]

Inside the car on the other side, the air still carried the hurried feeling of having just escaped the dining table.

Seeing that Sulli had put down her phone and was about to start the car, Krystal Jung couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Did he say anything?"

"It's okay, oppa just asked if we paid the bill."

Shirley easily brushed it off; having spent so much time with Lin Xiuyuan, she had long since learned this effortless way of making excuses.

But Krystal believed it, visibly relieved, but still pouted, her eyes filled with resentment, "So what exactly happened between you two? You moved in together without saying a word, and that guy even took Yoona unnie back to that apartment, you two really aren't..."

She was tired of saying the word "cult," but her eyes were still full of doubt.

When she visited yesterday, she came in through a different door, so she didn't see the shoe cabinet in the entryway next door. It wasn't until Lin Xiuyuan opened the door and brought Lin Xiaolu in that she realized the apartment had a second door.

However, no matter how she asked Shirley, the latter only replied with "It's a long story," thus shutting down her questions.

"This is really hard to explain, but don't worry, Soojung, we're not the kind of people you're thinking of."

Shirley pursed her lips slightly, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. "Just think of it as a dormitory. It's not just me and oppa; other people come here occasionally too."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had let something slip and paused for a moment.

Sure enough, Krystal Jung was instantly startled and sat bolt upright. "Wait a minute, there are other people? Who? Unnie and the others? No way, is this really not some kind of brainwashing organization?"

"Soojung, you're overthinking things."

Shirley fiddled with the steering wheel, smiling helplessly, her tone a gentle reassurance not to take it to heart.

But this time, Krystal Jung wasn't fooled by the other woman's smile. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes so serious they could practically bore a hole through Sulli. "It's not that I'm overthinking it, Snowball, it's just that your behavior is really starting to go out of touch with reality."

She paused, as if gathering her thoughts, then her tone grew heavier. "I don't deny that some second-generation rich kids, or those who party really wildly, can indeed do more outrageous things. But the people I know, like you, Jessica, and Yoona, weren't like this before. Your current state really gives me the feeling that... your lives have been rewritten."

Towards the end, she couldn't help but raise her voice, as if she were shouting out all the doubts that had been bottled up in her heart for a long time.

"So Snowball, who exactly is Lin Xiuyuan? Who are the members of his tavern? What's the deal with your little circle? It's like you've all been bewitched and become so unfamiliar to each other?"

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell silent for a brief moment.

Krystal looked intently at Sulli in the driver's seat, her gaze complex.

At the same time, several familiar people flashed through her mind.

Sulli, who used to be dull and incredibly emo, has now transformed into a radiant goddess and a genius screenwriter.

Her unnie, Jessica, has transformed from a self-proclaimed fashionista into a designer that everyone wants to collaborate with.

Lin Xiaolu and Park Jiyeon are also like they've been given a cheat code, their careers and lives suddenly reaching new heights.

All of this was clearly a good thing, but in Jung Soo-jung's eyes, it was like an unfathomable mystery, making her increasingly anxious.

Hearing the familiar question from the driver's seat, Shirley simply smiled unconsciously. She had heard these questions more than once and already knew how to answer them.

She gently pressed the accelerator, letting the car slowly drive away from the restaurant, her tone as if she were coaxing a child, "There are no people here, just a group of pitiful people huddling together for warmth, sharing information, and exchanging resources."

"It's happening again." Krystal Jung let out a long sigh, slumped in her chair, and looked a little aggrieved. "Snowball, you're getting better and better at giving people the runaround lately."

"You'll find out one day."

"That line again."

Shirley glanced at her, didn't respond, and suddenly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about me for now, let's get back to the situation on set. Soojung, the director said again today that your emotional outbursts and ambiguous little gestures on camera are still a bit lacking. Do you want to consider the method I told you before?"

Shirley's tone was light and natural, as if she were casually tossing a heavy topic out the window.

Through her interactions with people like Krystal and Yoona, she has become very adept at changing the subject, and even knows how to completely divert attention by using what the other person values ​​most.

Sure enough, when Krystal Jung heard this, she immediately frowned. Her original annoyance gradually disappeared, replaced by a somewhat distressed look. "Ah, I've tried my best to study, but your suggestion is too strange. I can't find anyone to talk to about it."

"How about we try the method the instructor mentioned?" Shirley blinked.

"What method?" Krystal asked reflexively.

"Xiuyuan oppa~" Sulli deliberately dragged out her words, with a mischievous smile.

"I don't want to!" Krystal Jung immediately sat up straight and shook her head as if she had been burned by something.

"What a pity~" Shirley couldn't help but laugh out loud, holding the steering wheel with one hand, secretly glad that the topic had been successfully changed again.

……

night.

The studio was brightly lit, with cameras, monitors, and microphones lined up in a row. Staff members were moving around, and the atmosphere was quiet yet tense.

Krystal Jung sat on the sidelines, holding the script and looking at the few lines of lines in her hand over and over again. Her eyes were fixed on them, but her mind was a bit messy, as if it were stuffed with cotton.

The scene we're about to film is one with extremely nuanced emotions:

It's roughly like the male protagonist seeing her through the house, his gaze filled with a mixture of probing and affection.

She had to portray the complex emotions of feeling seen through, yet pretending to be nonchalant, while simultaneously wanting to avoid the situation.

For this reason, the director gave Jung Soo-jung special instructions.

This shot had to be carried by her eyes and subtle body movements.

It can't be too exaggerated; it has to be natural and genuine, making the audience feel that she is truly moved, but also wants to hide it.

"Ready, go!"

With a shout from the production assistant, the scene suddenly fell silent, and the cameras began to hum softly.

The camera first zooms in on the male lead's room, then, as he looks outside, the scene cuts to Krystal Jung's face.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, but her movements became somewhat stiff due to excessive force.

"Card!"

The director frowned, picked up the megaphone, and said, "Soojung, be more natural. You look like you're reciting expressions, not shy from being stared at."

Article .

Krystal Jung tried to calm her breathing, but as the camera zoomed in, she couldn't help but look away, and she unconsciously shrank back too noticeably.

"Card!"

The director sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Soojung, don't deliberately back away. Act like you're panicking inside, but your body is still trying to remain calm. Don't make any big movements. Use small gestures and expressions to act it out, okay?"

Article 3, Article 4...

After being stopped several times, Krystal Jung became increasingly anxious, and a blush rose to her face.

Immediately afterwards, the faint voices of the director and assistant director talking in hushed tones could be heard, “She still doesn’t have that ambiguity, she’s too innocent.”

Those words pierced her heart.

This made Krystal Jung, who was standing in the center of the crew, take a deep breath, glance around at the crew members who had been working with her for a long time, and subconsciously look down at the floor. Suddenly, she thought of noon earlier that day.

At that dining table, Lin Xiuyuan put down his chopsticks and slowly looked up at her.

The other person's gaze seemed to carry a tacit smile, as if they were deliberately seeing through her, or waiting for her to reveal her secret.

That gaze seemed to see right through her.

Thinking of this, Krystal Jung's heart tightened, and her ears uncontrollably burned.

"Okay, get ready for another take!"

She stood up straight again at her assistant's call.

The camera zoomed in again, and the male lead's gaze fell on her face.

At that moment, Lin Xiuyuan's expression flashed back into her mind, and her breath unconsciously skipped a beat.

Her breathing involuntarily quickened, her shoulders hunched slightly, and the light shining into her eyes reflected a starlight-like panic.

Her eyes darted away, then she quickly smiled nonchalantly, a hint of embarrassment in her expression, her earlobes flushing slightly, as if someone had seen right through her.

"Good, good, nice, Soojung, it's done, it's done."

Suddenly, the director, who was not far away, waved his hand and laughed loudly while looking at the monitor. "This take is excellent, Soojung. That's the kind of natural panic and little movements we need. Beautiful!"

Krystal Jung stood there blankly, still caught up in her emotions, until staff came to remove the microphone from her. Only then did she come to her senses and realize that her heart was beating a little fast.

While waiting for the scene to change, she returned to the lounge chair.

Even with her hand supporting her cheek, she still couldn't calm the pounding in her heart.

It wasn't until Sulli skipped over and handed her the water that she exclaimed, "Soojung, I was watching your take on the monitor the whole time! It was amazing! Your acting is incredible! The director kept praising you, you know?"

Krystal Jung took a sip of water, lowered her eyelashes, and said softly, "It seems... it really does work a little."

She didn't say what she was really thinking, but she knew in her heart that the subtle, flustered little movement she made just now was entirely due to the image of Lin Xiuyuan's ambiguous smiling eyes that appeared in her mind.

That ambiguous gaze, and the almost suffocating heartbeat at the lunch table, helped her perfectly complete the scene.

Shirley paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "What's useful?"

Krystal looked up at her, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke after a cryptic smile appeared on her lips.

"That guy Lin Xiuyuan seems to actually be useful."

　I think I was drugged during the meal I had with President Yu today. I slept very groggily afterward, so I'll just stick to 5K tonight.

　　However, I promise that I will definitely pay 10,000 yuan every day for the next four or five days. Please supervise me, godfathers, and I promise I will not evade the ticket.

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(End of this chapter)