Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Song Xijin reluctantly released Lu Yu's wrist.

Before leaving, he lightly brushed Lu Yu's wrist with his fingertips before letting go completely.

He turned over, his back to Lu Yu, refusing to look at him.

Lu Yu pulled up the thin blanket and covered Song Xijin's shoulders, tucking the edge of the blanket around his neck gently.

Then he straightened up, turned around and walked out of the master bedroom.

A soft sound came from the entryway of the living room; the front door had closed.

Song Xijin waited until the sound of the door closing completely disappeared before turning her face from under the pillow.

He rolled over and lay on his back, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

The screen lit up, he opened WeChat, scrolled through his contacts, and clicked on Lu Yu's profile picture.

My WeChat Moments feed is finally no longer a lonely line, but I haven't seen any content yet.

Lu Yu set her Moments to be visible for only three days, and she hasn't posted anything in the last three days, so it still looks like it's empty.

But at least he wasn't specifically blocked.

Song Xijin exited her WeChat Moments, opened the transfer window, and hesitated for a moment when entering the amount.

He was afraid that if he transferred too much money, Lu Yuzhen would think he was soliciting prostitutes and would be unhappy.

That's too little, and it doesn't fit his style.

Song Xijin casually pressed 10 and clicked confirm.

We can't let them work for nothing.

The transfer was successful. Song Xijin exited WeChat, tossed her phone next to her pillow, and turned to look at the empty pillow beside her.

The pillowcase still carried Lu Yu's scent, mixed with his own shampoo fragrance, creating a strange and unfamiliar odor.

He buried his face in it, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Lu Yu, once is never enough, and once is never enough. Do you really think this is the last time?

Song Xijin turned over, pulled the blanket closer to her chest, and slowly curled the corners of her mouth into a triumphant smile.

Lu Yu sat in the back seat of the ride-hailing car, her phone screen still lit up.

The WeChat screen is frozen on the chat window with Song Xijin.

His phone just rang, and when he opened it, he saw this transfer.

Lu Yu neither received nor refunded the money; he just left it there, figuring the system would automatically refund it later.

He locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

He had his fun that night, so how could he accept Song Xijin's money?

If we accept it, what will that make us?

They've really become prostitutes.

Although he was poor, he still had this basic principle.

The ride-hailing driver was a chatterbox; he talked about Beijing's housing prices and the difficulty for non-locals to buy property in Beijing the whole way.

Lu Yu responded half-heartedly.

The image of Song Xijin awkwardly turning around and turning her back to him, refusing to look at him, was still replaying in her mind before she left.

This person is really...

Lu Yu thought for a long time, and a somewhat inappropriate word popped into her mind.

Troublesome.

But the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

A few days after returning to school, the production coordinator of the "With Immortals" crew added Lu Yu on WeChat and sent him a detailed schedule.

The schedule was packed for more than half a month, including costume photo shoot, script reading, martial arts training, and wire work training.

At the bottom of the table is a note: The production crew provides food and lodging; actors may check into the production crew's hotel in advance.

Lu Yu was worried because graduation was just around the corner and he would soon be unable to live in his dormitory.

The last semester of my senior year was drawing to a close, and my roommates were moving out one after another.

Some rented apartments near their internships, while others found places to live elsewhere, leaving only him and Liu Mao in the dormitory.

Liu Mao is already looking for a place to live, and the production team's arrangement came at just the right time.

The accommodation and meals were included, and he could also get to the set early to familiarize himself with the environment, saving him the trouble and money of finding a short-term rental.

Over the next few days, Lu Yu wrote her graduation thesis during the day and read scripts at night.

The script is the complete version of "With Immortals," much longer than the clips I saw during the audition.

The character he played was named Shen Du, the protagonist's master, who had cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness for over five hundred years.

On the surface, he appears otherworldly and detached from worldly affairs, but in reality, he harbors deep-seated obsessions and is burdened by inner demons.

He was finally killed by the protagonist himself on the Execution Platform.

Lu Yu had already performed the lines he sang before his death once during his audition.

However, in the complete script, Shen Du's role was much larger than he had expected, with several scenes opposite the protagonist, as well as a flashback of Shen Du's youth before he cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness.

Interesting.

After Lu Yu submitted his thesis, he received a reply from his supervisor saying that there was a problem with the format and that he should revise it.

The afternoon he finished revising his thesis, he packed his bags, dragged a small suitcase, and officially moved out of the dormitory.

"With Immortals" will be filmed at a film and television city in Zhejiang Province, and he has already booked his plane ticket.

When he left, Liu Mao was still playing games.

Hearing the sound of the suitcase wheels turning, she turned around from in front of the computer and looked at him: "Where are you going?"

"Join the crew."

"What group?"

"Film crew."

Liu Mao looked surprised. "You actually went to act in a movie? I thought you were just dabbling in that short film last time."

"Okay." Lu Yu didn't say much, put the dormitory key on the table, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Hey!" Liu Mao called out to him, looking a little awkward. In the end, he could only manage to squeeze out, "Um, what show did you film? Send me a link when it airs, I want to check it out too."

Lu Yu nodded without saying anything, and dragged her suitcase out of the dormitory.

The hotel arranged by the production team is right next to the film studio, not far from the filming location.

The room wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy, with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe—everything you'd expect.

Lu Yu put her luggage away and opened the script to continue doing her homework.

He was a professional actor in his past life, and he had his own set of procedures after receiving the script.

First, read through the entire book to understand the overall storyline. Then, isolate your own character and analyze the tasks and emotional development of each scene.

He would fill the blank spaces of the script with character biographies and subtext analyses.

The third day after joining the crew was for the costume fitting photoshoot.

Lu Yu was somewhat surprised when the stylist brought over his costume.

The costume was much more exquisite than he had imagined.

A moon-white robe was overlaid with a layer of silver-gray gauze. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with flowing cloud patterns in silver thread. The waist belt was made of dark gray suede and was paired with a piece of white jade of excellent quality.

The entire outfit is clearly not the cheap, studio-style look typical of web dramas; the material and workmanship are quite solid.

"This dress..." Lu Yu took it, her fingers touching the embroidery on the cuffs. "The budget was quite generous."

"Isn't that right?" The stylist was a young man with a small braid named Ken, who liked to make hand gestures as he spoke.

"The costumes we ordered before weren't this good, but a few days ago Mr. Dong suddenly said that he had increased his investment and upgraded the entire costume and prop system."

"This outfit of yours is one of the most expensive ones. You're playing a master, so you need to have a bit of an ethereal feel to it."

Aken was also a little confused, as the best and most ethereal outfits all belonged to the new actor in front of him.

Additional investment?

Lu Yu thought to herself, "This production team is lucky to have received additional investment at the last minute before filming starts."

Aken unfolded the costume and held it up to him: "Let me tell you, your physique is absolutely perfect for period dramas. You have broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and you're tall. You look especially good in long robes."

"Come on, sit down, I'll put the hood on you."