Damn It! The Main Shou Turned Me Gay! (Showbiz) - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: I Got Confessed To

After lunch, they returned to the audition venue. Director Li An was already back at the judges’ table reviewing the actors’ profiles.

When he saw Qi Wenyan, he waved cheerfully, “Qi Screenwriter—oh, Xiao Chu’s here too! You two got close pretty quickly!”

He meant it casually, but Qi Wenyan—guilt-ridden—blurted defensively:

“We’re not! We just had a meal together!”

“……”

Faced with Director Li’s surprised gaze, Qi Wenyan wanted to slap himself for blurting that out so loudly.

Fortunately, Director Li didn’t read too much into it. What’s wrong with a screenwriter and the prospective male lead grabbing lunch together? It was good for building chemistry and discussing the characters.

So Li An gave Qi Wenyan a hearty pat on the shoulder, then clasped both his and Chu Zhiyu’s hands together, layering them one over the other:

“You two must communicate well. The production depends on both of you!”

Qi Wenyan flinched as he felt warmth on the back of his hand, something about the gesture feeling… strange.

Chu Zhiyu looked down at their overlapped hands, and desire flickered in his eyes. But only for a second—he quickly masked it and looked up with a calm smile, telling Li An:

“Don’t worry, Director. I’ll definitely learn everything I can from Qi Screenwriter.”

Li An nodded, satisfied.

That line basically confirmed Chu Zhiyu’s casting. With a script written by Qi Wenyan and a crew led by Li An, the project was already high-profile. For a newcomer, it was a golden opportunity.

And the fact that he remained calm even after receiving such great news? Promising talent!

But Li An didn’t know that Chu Zhiyu hadn’t entered this industry to become famous. A rich young master like him already had everything. The only thing he had ever truly longed for—ever since childhood—was someone he could never forget.

Afternoon auditions were about to resume. With the lead role more or less confirmed, and Chu Zhiyu’s presence weighing on him, Qi Wenyan felt mentally exhausted. So he made an excuse to “study the script” and retreated to a small empty lounge to clear his head.

It was a small room. Qi Wenyan slouched on a single-person sofa, scrolling aimlessly through his phone while his mind wandered off into space.

According to the original plot of the novel he’d transmigrated into, he was supposed to get as far away from the main story as possible.

Yet by lunchtime, he was already having meals with the protagonist!

Worse, he only vaguely remembered the plot and couldn’t recall the other male lead at all.

He sighed, torn between staying and executing a grand escape plan.

But just then, a knock came from the door behind him.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he called, “Who is it?”

There was a two-second pause before a very average-sounding male voice replied, “Qi Screenwriter, it’s Wu Feng—I’m one of Director Li’s script assistants.”

Qi Wenyan replied lazily, not moving to open the door. “What do you want?”

Wu Feng’s voice sounded strangely urgent: “It’s about the script. I had some questions, and I was hoping to discuss one of the scenes with you.”

Qi Wenyan narrowed his eyes.

Anyone in the industry would know—using “script discussion” as an excuse was classic behavior for people with ulterior motives.

When no response came, Wu Feng sounded more desperate:

“Qi Screenwriter, it’s the cliff-jumping scene with Feng Xiao. I think the dialogue and emotional pacing could use some polishing…”

Bang!

Qi Wenyan flung the door open and leaned lazily against the frame, giving Wu Feng—an average-looking middle-aged man—a half-smile.

Wu Feng paused mid-sentence, his eyes flickering with obvious admiration.

He swallowed, nervously pointing to his script, explaining, “I know you’re super talented, but I figured a fresh pair of eyes on the little details might help elevate things. You know, two heads are better than one?”

Unexpectedly, Qi Wenyan didn’t stop him from entering. He even closed the door himself.

Wu Feng was inwardly thrilled. His hands trembled as he tried to hide his excitement.

Qi Wenyan leaned against the door, lifted his chin, and gestured casually, “So? What changes are you thinking?”

Wu Feng wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and licked his lips. “Uh… no rush. It’s our first meeting, we should get to know each other first…”

Qi Wenyan cut him off bluntly, “No need. I don’t do well with idiots.”

Wu Feng: “…Excuse me?”

Qi Wenyan straightened up, directly confronting him: “If you had issues with the script, why are you only bringing it up now?”

Wu Feng stammered, “I-I didn’t think my opinion mattered…”

Qi Wenyan shot him down, “You’re a member of Li An’s writing team, not some assistant a celebrity snuck into the group. You just said yourself—if it’s for the good of the production, what’s there to be afraid of?”

Wu Feng, flustered, blurted out, “I mean, I was thinking maybe during the cliff scene, we could add an internal monologue—something to make the audience cry. Those scenes always go viral!”

That was his go-to technique in past scripts. Surely it’d work again!

Qi Wenyan immediately recalled the relevant scene. He scoffed, “Cry-worthy? Wu Feng, have you even read the whole script?”

Wu Feng opened his mouth but said nothing.

Qi Wenyan continued flatly, “Feng Xiao never once regretted what he did. And he definitely wasn’t heartbroken on that cliff. But explaining this to you feels like playing the lute to a cow.”

Wu Feng began to panic. This was his only chance—he might never get it again.

Originally, the “script discussion” was just an excuse. But he hadn’t expected Qi Wenyan to actually be as arrogant and dismissive as the rumors said. Now he couldn’t even steer the conversation to his real purpose.

Jealousy flashed in Wu Feng’s eyes, quickly warping into something more vile. He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself:

“You’re right, Qi Screenwriter. I didn’t come here for the script.”

Qi Wenyan frowned. He had originally thought this guy was just another jealous colleague looking for a fight. But this?

The next second, Wu Feng’s confession came out—clear as day.

“Qi Screenwriter, I heard from a junior that you once rejected the belle of the acting department in college. And you’ve never had a girlfriend. So… would you consider giving me a chance to get close to you?”

“?”

Qi Wenyan was stunned silent, staring at the man in shock.

What the hell was this guy saying?

And when he finally processed the meaning of those words, his jaw dropped wider and wider.

He… he’d just been confessed to. By a guy. A guy who was at least ten years older than him!

Wu Feng, licking his dry lips, stepped forward, voice trembling: “Actually, this isn’t the first time we’ve met. I saw photos of you during your last series’ launch. In all these years, I’ve never met anyone I liked this much. Please, give me a chance. I’ll treat you well!”

A lightning bolt struck from the sky, splitting Qi Wenyan’s soul in half.

Damn, now I’m craving grilled eel, he thought absurdly.

He chuckled at his own thoughts, not holding it in.

Wu Feng took the laugh as encouragement, eyes lighting up. He reached out, trying to touch Qi Wenyan’s face—

But the next second, Qi Wenyan instinctively grabbed the outstretched hand.

They both froze.

Qi Wenyan looked at his own hand, mumbling, “Huh… I didn’t know I was this strong…”

Wu Feng hadn’t caught what he said. Just as he tried to resist, Qi Wenyan twisted his wrist and threw him straight out the door.

Which had somehow been opened.

And standing outside, watching everything, was a crowd.

Director Li An stared in shock at his staffer sprawled on the ground. Before he could process anything, a figure rushed past him—

Chu Zhiyu barged in, shoved the stunned Wu Feng aside, and urgently asked in a low voice:

“Are you hurt? Did your wrist twist or anything?”

Qi Wenyan turned and saw a pair of anxious, deeply worried eyes.

Something about the emotion in that gaze hit him, tilting the balance of the scales in his heart.

He sighed lightly. A realization dawned.

He had transmigrated into the famous screenwriter Qi Wenyan, and inherited his skills. So why not stay and see the script through to the end?

Besides… he glanced at the person beside him.

People’s eyes don’t lie—especially not someone like Chu Zhiyu, who clearly didn’t have the acting chops for such a look yet.

As someone who’s technically a senior in the industry, it wasn’t too much to look out for a kind, earnest rookie… right?

Chu Zhiyu saw Qi Wenyan staying silent for too long and grew even more nervous. But afraid to startle him, he suppressed his anger and turned to glare at Wu Feng, still slumped on the ground.

He snapped coldly, “Qi Screenwriter just got out of the hospital and hasn’t fully recovered. He’s here today because he cares about the script. And yet someone like you dares to harass him?”

Wu Feng, just managing to push himself off the floor, was hit head-on by Chu Zhiyu’s scolding.

Flustered and humiliated, he pointed at the two standing side by side: “Qi Wenyan! Don’t go too far!”

Qi Wenyan came back to his senses. Even with his thick skin, he felt a bit embarrassed by Chu Zhiyu’s outburst.

He cleared his throat and flexed his wrist to show he was fine. “I’m okay. Really.”

Though honestly, Wu Feng might be the one hurt worse after that toss.

Chu Zhiyu finally relaxed and let out a breath of relief.

Now calm again, he turned to Director Li An—but his eyes stayed locked on Wu Feng:

“Director Li, if I remember correctly, only judges and auditioning candidates were informed of the time and location of today’s casting session. So tell me—was Wu Feng just coincidentally taking a walk that led him to Qi Screenwriter’s private break room?”