I Was Taken by the Female Lead After Transmigrating into a Book - Chapter 102

The voice was very close. Before Bai Feifei could even lift her hand to open the door, it was opened from the inside.

Bai Feifei hadn’t expected the door to be opened from within and subconsciously took a half-step back. The person who opened the door was Huo Wu. What she saw was a light blue color, not a style Huo Wu usually wore. Bai Feifei looked up and saw that, compared to herself, Huo Wu’s outfit was a truly earth-shattering change.

It was a police academy summer uniform with a shoulder patch bearing a four-pointed star.

Bai Feifei blinked. The moment Huo Wu stepped to the side, Bai Feifei squeezed through the door, placed her hand on Huo Wu’s hand, which was holding the doorknob, and together, they closed the door.

“Is anyone else here?” Bai Feifei asked, but she didn’t let go of Huo Wu’s hand.

The next second Huo Wu shook her head, she was pushed against the wall by Bai Feifei.

Huo Wu’s smile entered her eyes. With her brows and eyes curved, she was pressed against the wall by Bai Feifei’s weight. Her hands were loosely wrapped around Bai Feifei’s waist as she answered her previous question. “No, it’s just me.”

This room could be seen from one end to the other. The two closed doors, one in the direction of the original kitchen and the other in the direction of the bathroom, were indeed empty.

Bai Feifei let out a soft “Mhm,” and didn’t make any other special movements. She just bent her back slightly, rested her head against the side of Huo Wu’s neck, and pressed the tip of her nose against Huo Wu’s slightly cool skin. She said in a very soft voice, “You’ve lost so much weight.”

After all, Bai Feifei had never been to a training camp herself, nor had she seen what an actor looked like after they came out. So her concept of it had always been very vague. But this time, seeing Huo Wu, she understood—a “devil training camp,” as the name implied, was a place where anyone who went in would lose a lot of skin.

Huo Wu didn’t mention the hardship of the past three days at all. She just gave Bai Feifei a precise number. “I lost seven pounds.”

Bai Feifei’s lips curved down sadly. She looked up again, her eyes tracing Huo Wu’s gaunt cheeks. Her heart ached terribly. She said in a low voice, “Did you have to go to this extent? It’s too damaging to your body.”

The role required it. Perhaps for some people, it wasn’t necessary or they couldn’t do it. But for Huo Wu, it was absolutely necessary.

She said, “Mhm.” “My state really requires it. Don’t worry, there are professionals and data monitoring. There won’t be any problems.”

She couldn’t be relieved at all.

Bai Feifei grumbled and hugged her for a while. Then, thinking about the upcoming scene, she was worried that Huo Wu wouldn’t have the stamina to get through it. She pulled her to sit down. But Huo Wu wasn’t very willing to sit on Bai Feifei’s lap. She did, however, express that she was very willing to have Bai Feifei sit on her lap, preferably face-to-face, so she could see, hug, and kiss her.

Bai Feifei asked for a third time, “But won’t that make you tired?”

“No,” Huo Wu said with certainty. “It will be very comfortable.”

And it was. When Bai Feifei’s upper body was carefully pressed against her, Huo Wu really felt a long-lost sense of security. She relaxed and leaned back against the chair. She placed both hands on Bai Feifei’s lower back, patting her gently.

Bai Feifei asked how she trained to lose so much weight during this time, and Huo Wu told her everything, which made Bai Feifei’s heart ache and jump with worry.

Huo Wu’s eyes were closed, which was extremely rare. Because of the high-intensity training over the past three days, her body and mind were in an extremely fatigued state. But this accumulated state would cause her brain to be overly excited, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

Bai Feifei’s voice spoke in her ear, very low, with a tone like a lullaby, talking about her worries and longing for these past few days, and how she would replenish Huo Wu’s nutrition afterward. It was so ordinary and warm. Huo Wu had a rare, short, but extremely high-quality nap in the past few days.

But this stolen moment of leisure was short-lived. Soon, Huo Wu’s makeup artist came over to do her makeup. Bai Feifei left reluctantly, and the next time they saw each other was on set.

Huo Wu had lost a lot of weight, but her eyes were very bright. She didn’t know how she did it. She had just closed her eyes and briefly slept for ten minutes in the lounge while holding Bai Feifei, but now her eyes were bloodshot, giving a real sense of exhaustion. But her eyes were also extremely bright.

“When you first came back, you were so tired you didn’t even talk to anyone. How are you so energetic now?” Li Ke sat next to Huo Wu, holding a notebook and said curiously, “What did you do? Did you chew coffee beans?”

During training, even water intake was a luxury. There was only so much a person could drink each day, and they had to make sure they sweat a lot. It was also very easy to rebound after coming out. In order to help Huo Wu finish the scenes quickly in this physical state, she could only chew on coffee beans. She couldn’t have even a little bit of sugar or water.

Huo Wu gave him a chilly look, generously not bothering to argue with him. She looked at Bai Feifei from a distance, who was running around everywhere, seeming to have endless energy. The bitter beans in her mouth seemed to have a mellow flavor to them.

Li Ke followed her gaze, his eyebrows suddenly raised. Then he shrugged. All right, so she found the most suitable energy supply station.

It was the same familiar, old room. Fu Sang, played by Bai Feifei, sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the garbage and dust that had been cleared out on the floor.

The bed was a very old wooden bed. The erosion of time had made it rough and mottled, and it was chipped all over. There was only one old-fashioned blanket left on the bed. After taking off the top layer of the duvet cover, inside was a green blanket uniformly issued by the police academy.

The air in the room was stagnant. The old fan was turned on, and the creaking sound of the blades turning broke the silence.

Wu Ling turned the fan toward Fu Sang. One hand was on her hip, and the other was propped on the almost empty table. Her gaze swept across the room, which was also mostly empty, and finally landed on Fu Sang.

But the two of them didn’t make eye contact. Fu Sang’s hand was still holding a broom. It was as if she had just sat down to rest after getting tired from cleaning. It just so happened that Wu Ling, who had gotten off work, had returned home and turned on the fan that Fu Sang always forgot to turn on, saying she wasn’t afraid of the heat.

“You’re back,” Fu Sang sighed, looking down at the mess on the floor. She seemed a little annoyed and embarrassed. If she hadn’t taken a rest, and had finished cleaning up this garbage, the two of them wouldn’t have had this awkward meeting.

But Wu Ling didn’t reply.

Since the major car accident, extending to the first student’s death at Seven High School sixteen years ago, and now with Qi Yang as the final thread, a total of twenty-three students had died.

Suspicion had long since festered. But under the extremely high school admission rate and immense academic pressure, the lives of these children could only cause a brief moment of regret before being buried in the long river of time. But there were no walls with no wind. After sixteen years, and with years of investigation, the police finally planted a perfect flag two years ago, forcing the tip of the iceberg behind it to finally show a tiny, almost imperceptible corner.

She was urgently recalled by her superior, underwent a 48-hour comprehensive investigation, completely shed her student identity, and put on the police uniform she had been separated from for a long time.

Everything was too rushed and too urgent.

She was exhausted and just wanted to come back and get a good night’s sleep. When her mind was clearer, she would ask Fu Sang what had happened. After all, Fu Sang had endured too much. If no one could share the burden, she couldn’t imagine how a sixteen-year-old girl would face the accusations that were about to come.

But things always seemed to be deviating from the path she had ‘thought.’

She didn’t know when, but the entire case had already spiraled out of control without her realizing it.

Wu Ling closed her dry eyes very slowly and wearily. Her ability to think was like a rusted axle at this moment. She couldn’t turn it at all, so she could only reply to Fu Sang’s “You’re back” with a completely irrelevant answer.

“You can’t leave,” Wu Ling said, only to find how pale those four words were.

She couldn’t tell Fu Sang how dangerous she was now, nor could she tell her the truth.

She lowered her head and looked at the four-pointed star on her shoulder. Once again, she felt a sense of powerlessness.