Chapter Ch165.1 - Orion
translator: xiin
editors: apricot & juurensha
Wu Jin choked.
His reasoning hadn’t yet processed the words ‘lively and cute’, when his intuition pushed forward a strong desire to survive, and he began to explain, “Nononono…”
Wei Shi pressed, “Mm?”
Wu Jin suddenly shut up and looked everywhere, up and down, but didn’t dare to look at the gun in his hand. He was very clever and well behaved.
Wei Shi turned on the ceiling lamp for the prop warehouse.
Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly entered the right state.
’s music demo started playing. The style was House DJ mixed with electronic jazz. As a matter of fact, the music arrangement for this kind of trainee talent show was far from ‘professional’. Usually, it was difficult to make a single brilliant track, so a dozen or so tracks were mixed together to make an ‘electronic sound’ that came across as threatening.
The first time he’d heard the demo, Wu Jin had been practically scared into splits.
“House dance is focused on the body’s performance. The mood is reckless, and it’s hard to link up with a gun fight.” Wu Jin hesitated, then said, “There are too few gun fights to refer to. I checked out a few sniper positions, but it didn’t match up with house dance.”
“However, there’s one good thing about this demo. The emphasis is on the third beat of the 4/4 beat.”
A heavy drumbeat came out of the phone speakers.
Wu Jin matched the beat, formed a gun with the fingers of his empty hand, and made a precise sniping hand action at Wei Shi.
The man raised his brow.
“!!” Wu Jin suddenly realized that he and Mr. Wei had only known each other for two short days. How could he relax so much and act so mischievous in front of him––
Wei Shi glanced at Wu Jin’s fingers, “Weaver stance?”
Wu Jin’s eyes were full of reverence. Wei Shi stood behind him and handed Wu Jin an imitation Smith-Wesson revolver. The man’s gun calluses were thick as he handed the gun to Wu Jin, pointing the muzzle towards himself.
Wu Jin accepted it without thinking, as though the two of them had repeated such actions countless times.
Wei Shi gestured for Wu Jin’s right hand to hold the gun straight out, his left hand firmly supporting the handle of the gun. “Continue.”
Wu Jin pointed the gun off into the distance, “Firing a shot like this, then a footwalk, but it seems a bit monotonous.”
The man nodded. He took the gun from Wu Jin’s hands.
Then, his hands moved as fast as lightning, pulling the empty trigger two consecutive times before instantly improving his aiming position and firing again at a different angle.
He held the gun, opened the safety lock, loaded the bullet, shot the gun. This set of moves was like floating clouds and flowing water, and this ‘shooting action’ that had originally only occupied a single beat now stretched over two four beats.
Wu Jin’s pupils shrank.
Wei Shi wasn’t demonstrating any sort of ‘dance move’. All he was doing was ‘shooting’, but the shooting itself had a huge visual draw, making it so that the noisy background music and the prop warehouse all faded into the background.
Wei Shi: “The Mozambique Drill shooting technique. Two shots to the upper body, and the last shot hits the head to cause a fatal blow. This is the method that mercenaries and counter-terrorism officers use.”
Wu Jin suddenly came back to his senses.
The man’s positioning, standing posture, center of gravity and gun line all rapidly came together in his mind, and then, like body lines that were abstractly represented in a sketch, it was constantly summarized and reconstructed within his subconscious.
Wu Jin grabbed a blank sheet of music score paper and the tip of his pen swished across.
Then, his entire person ended up looking left and right, left and right––
Wei Shi led Wu Jin, who’d been struck by inspiration, towards a corner of the wall.
A dusty mirror was put up behind the door.
Wu Jin was happy and quickly thanked him.
At this time, the entire film and television base was empty. The single orange light that was turned on within the prop warehouse seemed to be the only source of warmth in the night. Wu Jin stood beneath the heat source, removed his jacket, and adjusted his ch.o.r.eography in a black cotton vest.
Wei Shi stood behind him with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Wu Jin steadily.
Wu Jin was happy and delighted, “It’s done! Wei… Brother Wei, I’m going to change this to popping and use the muscle vibrations to highlight the expression of the gun––and this segment of close combat at the back––”
In the dim, yellow mirror reflection, Wei Shi picked out another spear gun, weighed it twice, and gestured for Wu Jin to turn back.
Wu Jin looked back obediently and stood at attention.
Wei Shi made a simple demonstration on how to ‘change ammunition’, then quickly drew up the weapon and performed a high level shooting action.
Wu Jin looked on in a daze.
Wei Shi: “Center Axis Relock. Come here.”
Wu Jin bounced over happily.
Wei Shi helped him adjust his position, his fingertips touching the youth’s arm that was damp with sweat. Wu Jin suddenly closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, there were no more messy, unrelated images in his mind, but countless small sounds seemed to overlap.
“Shoot.”
“This gun has an automatic aiming function, you are the monkey.”
“Second round of ratings, do you want an A.”
“Drillmaster one year package, activated.”
“Hey, little shortie, I want to take care of you for a lifetime”…
Wu Jin opened his eyes in a daze, and his voice seemed to be out of his control, “Wei––”
Wei Shi leaned over.
The actions of the man as he corrected Wu Jin’s shooting posture was similar to an embrace, and it was the same posture he’d used to block out the wind and snow for Wu Jin in the R-Code Base when they’d been deep in his consciousness.
Wei Shi grunted in acknowledgement, “I’m here.”
Wu Jin tilted his head and looked at this Mr. Wei who could do anything. He didn’t know what he was so happy about, but there was a silly grin on his face.
On the other side of the communicator.
Arjun was excited again, “Brother Wei, Brother Wei, Wu Jin’s consciousness fluctuations have gone up again! It’s almost at the threshold. If you keep trying, you might be able to bring him out in three days––”
Film base, props warehouse.
Wu Jin struggled with the ch.o.r.eography, then looked at Wei Shi, who seemed to be like a muse that provided inspiration.
Wei Shi: “The Center Axis Relock shooting system is also known as CAR. High position shooting is more expressive than an ambush, but it only applies to frontal operations. Unlike mercenary operations, the founder of CAR. was the Queen’s bodyguard.”
Wu Jin suddenly asked, “The Queen who lived for a long time?”
Wei Shi nodded.
Wu Jin’s inspiration came to life, and he added a lot of interactions to the ch.o.r.eography. Finally, it was just short of a rap dance––
Wei Shi slowly took apart the handgun, disa.s.sembling it according to the order of its parts.
Wu Jin was stunned for a long time, then exclaimed suddenly, his eyes flashing bright.
It was late into the night by the time the two of them parted.
Wu Jin was holding a stack of draft paper that he stuffed contentedly into the bicycle basket. He stopped just short of pulling over Wei Shi to give him a deep bow of worship.
The sky was full of stars.
The two people each rode a public bicycle and made their way slowly along the curves in the field.
Wu Jin thought with a little embarra.s.sment that if they went in a straight line, they’d return to the hotel too soon…
However, the stage manager had already texted him three times.
Less than two minutes before the ‘evening interview’ for the program, Wu Jin dragged himself in at the last second and rushed towards the hotel elevator, “Brother Wei, thanks for taking care of my bike––”
The elevator doors snapped shut, barely missing the small curls.
Wei Shi slowly got off the bicycle and stopped his own bicycle at the entrance to the hotel. Then, he switched to Wu Jin’s small white bicycle and rode back to the resort.
Inside the hotel, Wu Jin finished the ‘evening interview’ and was dragged off for a conversation by the smiling director before he could start on the ‘trainee diary’. It was a full quarter of an hour before he was released again.
There were quite a few contestants standing at the entrance. The trainee who’d obtained the main dance quota for waved to Wu Jin, acting completely different from before.
Wu Jin returned the greeting and went back to the dorm with a stack of draft paper in his arms.
Probably because he’d vaguely sensed the reasons behind the switch, his roommate Little Red, who would perform the rap portion for , was very indignant, “Little Witch, aren’t you angry! Just now, I hid away a mallet during dinner… a rolling pin. If you’re angry and can’t get over it, we’ll sneak around the cameras––”
Wu Jin hurriedly held back his roommate.
“Not angry, not angry!” Wu Jin comforted.
An opponent who was doomed to be defeated wasn’t worth getting angry over! Wu Jin thought about this pa.s.sionately, then said solemnly, “The rap part for is missing a person. Do you want to join us?”
Red slapped his thigh.
What hip-hop enthusiast wouldn’t want to rap with a gun in hand? Plus, with Wu Jin’s ch.o.r.eography––
Red: “Done! Come, come, let’s do it, let’s do it!”
Before dawn.
The hotel was quiet.
Wu Jin, using the temporary headphones he’d purchased for 15 dollars, banged out a beat for the vocals in the music demo. It was now past his usual work and rest time, and after listening to the music for a long time, he would doze off for a moment. In a trance, he seemed to have returned back to the studio where Mr Wei helped him correct his gun posture.
The man’s heartbeat was steady and powerful.
Wu Jin suddenly startled back awake. He deleted a series of extra noises, such as the trumpet, the ba.s.s, and the triangle. Only the main and secondary channels were left, and the drum beat became heavier.
The beat of the drum finally matched up with the heartbeat.
Wu Jin was satisfied, and went to bed.
Floating City laboratory.
It was early in the morning by the time Wei Shi came out of the cabin once again. It was the third day of the Autumn Festival, and the entire city was still brilliant and filled with dazzling chaos.
MHCC’s pharmaceutical formula allowed the research lab to break through several bottlenecks. One of the genetically modified who’d been scheduled for an operation during the Autumn Festival benefitted from this, and brought over three carts of strawberries from his farm in thanks––
The entire Floating Tower was full of researchers who were hiccupping while drinking strawberry juice.
Researcher Song’s schedule was packed once again. He only took the time to remind Arjun to keep an eye on Wei Shi. He couldn’t remain in the treatment cabin for more than 6 hours at a time, otherwise…. heh heh heh.
Arjun was aggrieved, “Heh heh heh. That’s Researcher Song’s original words!”
Wei Shi’s face was expressionless.
Arjun quickly expressed his loyalty, “Exactly, what kind of att.i.tude is that! Cut him! Oh, Brother Wei, take it easy. I’ve set alarm clocks for you here. In five hours, all eight alarm clocks will ring at the same time… Go, Brother Wei! With Little Witch’s current state, you just have to go in a few more times, and you’ll be able to bring him out!”
The window was half open.
The little Pterosaur fluttered its wings and flew inside, stopping beside Wu Jin’s treatment cabin.
An animal’s intuition was more accurate than that of a human’s. It was probably aware that Wu Jin was about to wake up. The little Pterosaur’s att.i.tude switched from ‘just taking a look before leaving’ to grinding its claws on the treatment cabin, the words ‘play with me’, ‘want to play!’, ‘come out to play!’ practically floating in thought bubbles above its head.
Wei Shi rubbed the Pterosaur’s head and sent it back out the window.
Then, he stepped back into the treatment cabin.
As with the previous time he’d entered, the timeline had sped up again.
The XX entertainment talent show was now in the third phase of shooting. The repertoire for the groups had finally been released. Wei Shi called a car to take him to the stage where he checked in and entered. Beneath the stage, fans and support station sisters all huddled together.
At this time, the performance for had just finished, and the audience applauded thunderously. The female instructor smiled and asked the leader of the group, “It’s very much full of tension. Did you ch.o.r.eograph the dance yourself?”
The trainee spoke modestly, “Yes, but it’s thanks to my brother, who provided me with inspiration.”
The lens zoomed in. The trainee turned around and smiled at the next group of trainees.
The camera accurately captured Wu Jin, who was sitting there smartly.
Little Red, who was sitting next to him, had a cold expression on his face. Wu Jin was at a loss for a moment, but he didn’t refute him, and his small round face smiled back at the stage.
The audience immediately howled and cheered, “My son XX has improved wuwu!” “Mama is so happy about the friendship between you and Little Witch!”
At the same time, a certain comment drifted up in popularity on Weibo, “These little children should be getting along well! Sure enough, everything before was just rumors… mama agrees to you and Little Witch forming a CP!”
Wei Shi logged into the ‘Wu Jin Global Support a.s.sociation (2)’ station account. He replied with three words, “I haven’t agreed.”
Weibo suddenly blew up!
Support a.s.sociation (2)’s fans noticed the situation, and private messages poured in, asking their support station sister not to make trouble for their idol. At the same time, Support a.s.sociation (1) came out to stir up trouble in the chaos once again.
On the stage, ’s performance was over, and ’s group was about to appear. From time to time, the audience murmured about “Whether could surpa.s.s ”, and “I think that it’ll be very difficult for their ch.o.r.eography to win against ’”…
The stage lights gradually dimmed, and the props group came up, rearranged things, and finally left.
The drum began to beat in the background.
Wei Shi transferred 50,000 dollars to a certain professional fan team over Azipay.
The team manager trembled and quaked and collected the money within a second, “Big boss, what do you need?”
Wei Shi: “Do you accept all kinds of work?”
The manager replied modestly, “Of course, we provide the best possible service to our customers––”
Wei Shi interrupted him and directly sent over the account number and pa.s.sword for Support a.s.sociation (2). “Go online and sway public opinion. Use the 50,000 for it.”
The manager instantly entered a combative state, “Okay!”
Wei Shi turned off his phone and looked straight at the stage.
The spotlights turned on. The stage lit up once again, and their field of vision cleared up. The area was now filled with street battle props commonly seen in movies and TV series in the 21st century. The scene appeared to be a run down coffee shop, and the broken walls were blurred by the fog streaming out on the stage––
The first figure finally appeared.
The audience beneath the stage fell quiet for a second, then suddenly boiled up with excitement, “Holy s.h.i.t!!!”
xiin: heeeheeee a cliffie~ also, it melts my heart that Wei Shi takes care of Wu Jin’s pets too. <3 a real man!