35: Chapter 35 Dilraba's Soul-Searching Question

"Just left the bookstore, aren't you on set filming?" Lin Chen asked.

"Just waiting around. Ugh, I'm bored to death. I've realized that waiting for a scene is a hundred times more exhausting than actually acting in it. Hubby, I miss you a little."

Lin Chen chuckled, "Only a little?"

On the other end of the line, Dilraba giggled, "Of course it's more than a little, it's everything! I miss you like crazy. If only you could be by my side every single day. As long as you're here, I wouldn't mind waiting until the end of time."

Caught off guard by the little vixen's teasing, Lin Chen couldn't help but curl his lips upward. "If you're bored, find some entertainment. Listen to some music or play some games."

"It's boring. There hasn't been a single good new song released lately. The Golden Melody Chart is filled with songs by my love rivals, I refuse to listen to them! And playing games requires keeping my head down, but you always scold me for keeping my head down too much."

Dilraba pouted her red lips, muttering aggrievedly.

She had a habit of nagging, but instead of being annoying, paired with her soft voice, it came across as charmingly naive.

Lin Chen quietly played the role of a listener, letting her ramble on about anything and everything.

"Hubby, tell me a story to relieve my boredom!"

After chatting for a while, Dilraba shifted the topic, suggesting excitedly.

"Tell a story?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Lin Chen pondered for a moment. A risqué joke he had seen in his previous life flashed through his mind, and he smirked, "Alright, I'll tell you a story about a puppy and a kitten."

"One day, the puppy said to the kitten, 'Guess how many candies I have left in my pocket?' The kitten asked, 'If I guess right, do I get to eat them all?' The puppy nodded, 'Yes, if you guess right, both pieces are yours.' The kitten swallowed hard and said loudly, 'I guess five!' Then, the puppy smiled and stuffed the candies into the kitten's hand, saying, 'I still owe you three.'"

"Wow! That's so sweet and loving!"

Dilraba exclaimed on the other end of the phone, rubbing her legs together even tighter.

Lin Chen suppressed his laughter, "The story isn't over, there's a sequel. The kitten happily ate the candies laced with sleeping pills and passed out cold. The next day, the puppy ran to find the kitten again and said, 'Here, these are the three candies I owe you.' The kitten shook its head frantically in refusal, 'I'm never eating them again, eating candy makes my butt hurt!'"

When Lin Chen saw this post online in his previous life, he laughed for days.

The first half was pure romance, while the second half relied entirely on the brilliant comments added by netizens.

The other end of the line fell into a deathly silence.

The expected coquettish scolding and unbridled laughter never materialized.

Dilraba furrowed her beautiful brows and posed a very serious soul-searching question.

"Why would eating candy make its butt hurt? Also, why did the puppy put sleeping pills in the candy? Doesn't he like the kitten?"

Lin Chen's mouth twitched violently.

The conversation was completely dead.

The most awkward situation when telling a risqué joke is when the other person seriously asks you to discuss the logic behind it.

"It's nothing." Lin Chen really couldn't explain it any further.

The two chatted for a few more moments.

Meng Pingping's voice calling to urge the filming could be heard from the phone, and only then did Dilraba reluctantly hang up.

Lin Chen didn't rush to the supermarket to pick up the fresh groceries; he stood on the street for a moment, then turned around and returned to the bookstore.

Forty minutes later, Lin Chen walked back onto the street.

[Writing: Grandmaster-level Writer, 9/1 billion. You have become an unparalleled Grandmaster-level Writer; your writing flows like flowers, capable of completely immersing people in the scene.]

[Ventriloquism: Grandmaster-level Ventriloquist, 15/1 billion. You have become a pinnacle Ventriloquist master, capable of perfectly replicating every sound in the world, and your vocal control has become unparalleled.]

Two more Grandmaster-level unique skills acquired.

Counting the previous teaching, he had grinded three Grandmaster-level skills today. Lin Chen felt his cranial nerves were stretched to the limit; if he learned one more, his mentality would absolutely explode on the spot.

But it didn't matter; the urgently needed skills were all acquired.

He had specifically run back to learn writing and Ventriloquism, all because Dilraba had complained of boredom earlier.

He planned to record a few god-tier novels himself to entertain his two lovely wives while they waited for their scenes.

He found a high-end stationery store and swiped his card for 17,000 yuan to purchase a top-tier voice recorder.

He then went to the supermarket's locker to retrieve the bags of ingredients and headed home.

It wasn't even 4:00 PM yet; it was too early to prepare dinner.

Lin Chen stuffed the groceries into the refrigerator.

He pulled over a solid wood chair to lean against the window and pressed the switch on the voice recorder.

On the way back, he had been calculating what exactly to record.

After much thought, he finally made the decision to record "ghost blows out the light".

This book was world-famous in his previous life.

In his previous life, Lin Chen listened to "ghost blows out the light" purely to pass the time.

Even if he liked it, memorizing the entire book word-for-word was a pipe dream.

He only remembered the main storyline and a few core characters in his mind.

Having just the plot outline was useless.

Writing a novel relies entirely on the author's writing skills.

With the same framework, different people would write it in completely different ways.

Without understanding creative writing, knowing the outline is just a piece of scrap paper.

Precisely because of this, Lin Chen specifically learned Grandmaster-level writing.

With this divine skill, the fragmented memories in his mind instantly turned into an endless stream of inspiration, with words flowing like a fountain.

"Whoo—woo—"

The sound of howling, eerie winds mixed with sinister, strange background music echoed in the eighth-floor guest room.

If anyone passed by the door, they would definitely think a horror movie was playing inside.

Who could have imagined that these realistic wind sounds and music were all produced by Lin Chen's mouth!

Grandmaster-level Ventriloquism is terrifyingly powerful.

It can perfectly replicate any sound he has heard, realistic enough to be indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Grave robbing is not sightseeing, it is not reciting poetry or composing couplets; one cannot stroll leisurely…"

Lin Chen spoke into the expensive voice recorder, composing as he narrated.

Thanks to Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation, which caused his mental power to skyrocket, an ordinary person would never be able to multitask like this.

His voice had become hoarse and low, exuding an eerie aura.

The sound wasn't pleasant, but the rhythm was mastered to perfection, full of suspense, making one's skin crawl with goosebumps.

At this moment, he wasn't just using Ventriloquism; he was also incorporating the line delivery skills from his Grandmaster-level acting.

The film industry values faces over lines, relying entirely on post-production dubbing, which is the practice that ruins acting the most.

Once the face and voice are disconnected, the character is dead.

The core of line delivery is the rhythm of speech.

Emperors, beggars, thugs, effeminate men—people of different identities have different ways of pausing when they speak.

Lin Chen used Ventriloquism to create atmosphere and line delivery skills to drive the rhythm; it could be called an audiovisual masterpiece.

He recorded in one breath until 6:30 PM.

Yang Mi called to say that the Film Crew had wrapped up for the day and was on their way back.

In two and a half hours, the progress had reached chapter ten of "City of Jingjue".

Lin Chen turned off the machine, transferred the audio to his phone via Bluetooth, and got up to go to the kitchen to cook dinner.

…

"Why did you run onto my car?"

The luxurious nanny van drove out of the film studio.

Yang Mi curled up her long, fair legs, questioning Dilraba, who was sitting next to her, without any politeness.

Dilraba was very unhappy with Yang Mi's attitude and pouted her bright red lips:

"You are so hypocritical! In front of Lin Chen, you pretend to be a gentle and virtuous wife, but when he's not around, you immediately put on this sharp and mean face!"

Yang Mi extended her crystal-clear jade fingers and lightly flicked her nails.

"First, you might have some misunderstanding about what 'gentle' means; I have never been polite to you. Second, you have your own car, why did you run over to squeeze into mine?"

"What's wrong with squeezing in! You even slept with my husband last night; did I complain even once?"

Just as Yang Mi was about to retort, she was so amused by this sentence that she burst out laughing.