After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 15

Shen Qingyu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhu Songning’s kiss came suddenly and passionately, leaving her completely unprepared for the warm touch on her lips.

Outside the window, the night was hazy. The cold winter wind was blocked by the transparent glass, and the room was filled with the warmth of the heater. Her body temperature also seemed to be affected by the heat, gradually rising.

“Mmm—”

The air in her mouth became increasingly scarce. Shen Qingyu’s lips were tightly shut, but the dry lips gradually became moist. She could clearly feel the tip of Zhu Songning’s tongue brushing against her lips, damp with hot, humid moisture.

The Alpha’s kiss was fierce, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly. Her skin was pale, but her eyes were astonishingly dark, holding a bottomless whirlpool.

Zhu Songning wasn’t having an easy time either.

Although she was coerced by the System to do this, the resistance deep within her heart seemed to be slowly dissipating.

It happened when she recalled the words Shen Qingyu had spoken.

Deep down, she knew clearly that a person like Shen Qingyu must have said similar things to many other Alphas, yet she still found it hard to resist.

People who have lived in darkness for a long time always yearn to throw themselves at even the slightest spark of light or warmth, trying to claim it as their own. Even if it is a false light.

She lowered her head, listening to the System’s countdown in her mind. The suppressed urge in her heart began to stir again.

The System’s requirement did not specify what kind of kiss it had to be, but at this moment, Zhu Songning urgently wanted to pry open her lips and teeth, to force the truth out of that beautiful, tempting mouth.

Why exactly?

Why did she provoke her?

Was she truly just treating her as a distraction?

No.

Why should she even consider these things?

Shen Qingyu was just one part of her mission completion.

What Shen Qingyu thought of her was, in fact, irrelevant.

The sweetness of the sugar water spread in both their mouths.

She could feel Shen Qingyu move from initial stunnedness to gradual acceptance.

Until suddenly, the Omega began to struggle violently, trying to break free from her restraint.

The System’s countdown was down to the last ten seconds.

Zhu Songning tightened her grip, but what fell first were Shen Qingyu’s scorching tears.

They heavily struck her cheek.

Her heart seemed to tremble along with them.

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Zhu Songning suddenly let go.

She slowly retreated a few steps, watching Shen Qingyu’s unfocused pupils gradually gather. Crystalline, clear tears hung on her eyelashes, and the tear on Zhu Songning’s own face became burning hot.

[Mission failed. You have 23 hours and 50 minutes remaining to complete the mission. Please, Host, pay attention to the mission schedule.]

Shen Qingyu’s skin was naturally delicate, and her lips had been fiercely kissed by the Alpha, showing an abnormal redness: “Are you insane… there are invisible cameras in this classroom at night…”

Zhu Songning was stunned.

Oh no!

How could she have forgotten?

In the original book, the main male lead, Xu Zhe, gained a large number of career and CP fans, thereby stabilizing his fan base in Youth Training 2, precisely because his diligent practice at night and his interactions with Lu Conghuan were recorded and broadcast in the behind-the-scenes footage.

“This was originally a deliberate design by the director, hoping that more hardworking children could also be seen by the audience.”

Shen Qingyu glanced at her with a strange look.

“Perhaps the director didn’t anticipate that among these 101 trainees, there would be a bold kid who dared to forcefully kiss the chief mentor under the cover of the dark night, when no one else was around?”

The expression on Zhu Songning’s face froze.

“So, what we just did… won’t be known all over the internet, will it?”

Shen Qingyu: “That’s unlikely. It’s behind-the-scenes footage, which the director will review and edit personally. She’ll probably cut out that part.”

Her eyes fell lightly on Zhu Songning: “What? Do you want to livestream kissing me to the whole internet?”

“…No, I don’t.”

Zhu Songning was choked by her words.

After a pause, an awkward silence fell between the two again.

Shen Qingyu secretly sighed and took the initiative to speak: “Tell me, what problem did you encounter during practice?”

She hadn’t missed the look of distraction on Zhu Songning’s face when she first entered.

Zhu Songning didn’t expect her to change the subject so quickly: “Huh?”

Her gaze was still fixed on Shen Qingyu’s flushed ear tips.

Shen Qingyu’s skin was prone to redness, but her face and ears didn’t show much color, just a faint trace.

“I was just thinking that I don’t seem to match the theme of the title song very well.”

Youthful and vibrant.

Not very related to an old working stiff like her.

“So I’m thinking of going with a sweet-plus-something combination to create differentiation.”

Sometimes, a single characteristic isn’t the most attractive; the focus should be on the sense of contrast.

Only when you show others a different side of yourself can you spark curiosity. With curiosity comes the desire for further exploration, allowing fans to “fall vertically into the fandom.”

Just like the young female assassin Shen Qingyu played before, beneath a seemingly gentle and innocent appearance lay a cruel and cold, powerful inner self.

It’s just a pity that after Shen Qingyu became famous, she rarely took on roles with such villainous characteristics.

“A very good idea,” Shen Qingyu affirmed with a nod.

She looked at the blank paper on the desk, picked it up, and looked: “Let me see your current line of thought…”

Mentor Shen’s words stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

A slight fluctuation appeared in her dark eyes.

“This on here—” Shen Qingyu pointed at Zhu Songning’s notes on the paper, “Is the person drawn me?”

Zhu Songning had no time to stop her and could only watch Shen Qingyu take the draft paper from the desk.

A surge of heat rose to her head.

So hot.

She felt like she was going to crash.

She first quickly glanced at Shen Qingyu, then quickly averted her gaze, staring intently at the white shoes on her feet: “No.”

“It clearly is!” Seeing her deny it, Shen Qingyu angrily pushed the paper right into Zhu Songning’s face. “How could I not remember a role I played?! The person drawn on this is me—it’s that assassin, right?”

Zhu Songning was exasperated: “Fine, fine, if you say it’s you, then it’s you! Are you satisfied now!”

“…………”

After a moment, she realized what kind of words had escaped her mouth in her hot-headedness.

Damn it.

She didn’t dare to look up at Shen Qingyu’s reaction, but unexpectedly heard the person opposite her chuckle.

A question mark slowly formed over Zhu Songning’s head: “?”

Shen Qingyu leaned her head down towards Zhu Songning’s bowed head: “Are you shy?”

Seeing Zhu Songning about to open her mouth to speak again, she quickly backed away and made a zipping motion over her mouth with her hand.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything.”

“It’s rare to see you so emotional. I find it very novel.”

She rested her chin on her hand, looking at her with wide, watery eyes.

Emotional?

Zhu Songning was startled by her comment.

Because she had been an orphan since childhood, she matured early and rarely showed very obvious emotional fluctuations in front of others.

Like rage or sadness.

Her social interactions with others had always been in a state that seemed relaxed but was actually tense.

But just now, had she thrown a tantrum at Shen Qingyu?

Perhaps more like a form of playful complaint towards someone close, rather than anger?

The word “playful complaint” popped up, and Zhu Songning immediately got goosebumps.

No way.

There was no way she would ever act spoiled, not even in her next life.

It must, absolutely must, be her own misconception!

“But it’s okay.” Shen Qingyu looked at Zhu Songning’s blank gaze and, not content to let the matter drop, added lightly, “I allow you to relax a bit around me. After all, having married, even if we are not lovers, we are still family on the same household register, right?”

“Genuine feelings are allowed, and small tantrums are also allowed.”

“Who wants to be family with you.”

As if feeling this sentence lacked deterrent power, Zhu Songning added another, more assertive phrase.

“Only a puppy would be family with you!”

She saw Shen Qingyu’s expression visibly lighten and become happier. Feeling annoyed, she tried to snatch the paper from Shen Qingyu’s hand, pulling hard but failing to budge it.

Shen Qingyu pressed her finger down on the paper and looked at her disapprovingly: “What are you doing? Let me explain to you how you can portray this type of persona.”

“This drawing is very expressive, isn’t it? I shall temporarily use it as Mentor Shen’s little teaching aid.”

Zhu Songning remained silent.

But she quietly grumbled internally.

No kidding, if the person in your nightmares for a whole month is the same one, you’d draw her accurately too.

Mentor Shen’s little classroom began.

Student Zhu sat properly.

“Firstly, what is truly compelling behind this kind of differentiated persona is the sense of tension. You need to make the audience feel that ‘you know you are sweet, and at the same time, you are aware that you are dangerous.'”

“It’s about knowing where your strengths lie and being able to use that point to make people willingly walk into the trap, even knowing it’s there.”

“The key is alluring but not (flirtatious/overly seductive), and cold but not (rejecting). You must grasp the boundary between control and indulgence, stop just at the edge, and ultimately let people approach you actively, falling into your net themselves.”

Shen Qingyu truly deserved to be a Three-Gold movie queen-level figure. When speaking of these underlying logics, she was methodical, allowing even an outsider like her to understand and absorb the information.

However…

The more Zhu Songning listened, the more something felt off.

Why did all these tactics Shen Qingyu was describing sound so familiar to her?

Zhu Songning listened to her voice, which carried a hint of raspiness and a gentle texture, with a slight breathiness at the end of the words—a restrained sense of languor.

Did Shen Qingyu usually talk to other people like this?

They were close together, and the faint scent on Shen Qingyu drifted over, causing Zhu Songning’s breathing to quicken.

Mentor Shen always became highly focused when discussing her professional field.

She spoke until her mouth was dry before she belatedly realized that the atmosphere between them felt strange.

And Zhu Songning’s gaze had also, at some point, shifted from the paper to her face, staring at her unblinkingly.

“What’s wrong? Is there something you don’t understand?”

Almost as soon as she said this, Shen Qingyu quickly realized the problem.

“Mentor Shen, I actually do have a question I’d like to ask.”

The Alpha’s mouth curved into a smile, though the warmth didn’t reach her eyes.

“So, is this your usual tactic to lure Alphas in?”

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