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Chapter 776:  Wu Wanying\'s Removal, Cai Zhongnian\'s Support (3)

[I\'m so fed up with everyone hyping up this xianxia drama. They keep praising the fight scenes, but it\'s all just special effects and stunt doubles. "Crossing the Demon Realm" doesn\'t even have a martial arts director, and Si Fuqing has never learned martial arts. How could she possibly fight for real?] Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

[No martial arts director? Director Tang is usually so meticulous. Then it\'s probably a stunt double. It does seem like the full-body shots weren\'t there. Sigh, today\'s young actors just aren\'t what they used to be.]

[That\'s impossible. There\'s no way they used a stunt double. Si Fuqing\'s physique can\'t be duplicated. I was an extra on the "Crossing the Demon Realm" set and never saw any stunt doubles. Si Fuqing does all her own scenes.]

Xi Jiang, an avid follower of the show, was excited every day. "Brother Nine, Miss Si is really famous now. Yesterday, a few elders in our family group were discussing the drama. I told them I could get Miss Si\'s autograph, and each of them generously transferred me ten thousand."

He finally wouldn\'t have to deliver food anymore.

The Mo family had been passing down their legacy for generations. Although some techniques had been lost, they still had the reputation of a prestigious family and were well-informed.

For the Mo family to recognize it, "Crossing the Demon Realm" truly was a high-quality production.

Yu Xiheng sipped his tea and said calmly, "You have a knack for business."

Xi Jiang stood up straight. "That\'s thanks to Miss Si\'s guidance.Those who touch ink become black... no, no, I\'m learning from the best."

Yu Xiheng propped his head with his hand, raising an eyebrow.

Just then, the villa door opened, and Si Fuqing poked her head in. "I feel like I heard someone talking about me behind my back?"

Xi Jiang quickly recovered, "I was just saying how I\'ve learned the art of making money from Miss Si!"

"You\'re back," Yu Xiheng reached out to help her remove her scarf and hat. "Heading back to An City tomorrow?"

"Mhmm," Si Fuqing stretched lazily. "My younger brother is in his third year of high school now, with only a seven-day holiday. I\'ll go back to see him."

Nian Yi\'an had complained more than once about the grueling extra classes at Northern State No. 1 Middle School.

Yu Xiheng said lightly, "An City is colder than Sijiu. Dress warmly."

"I have a good constitution, I\'m not cold," Si Fuqing poked his palm. "But Boss, your hands are sometimes cold. You should dress more warmly."

Yu Xiheng coughed lightly, "Old problem."

Since he came to this era 1,500 years later, he had developed a cold constitution.

But it wasn\'t related to any disability.

She had healed all his old wounds, but the coldness still lingered occasionally.

Si Fuqing thought for a moment, "In that case, if you get too cold to bear, you can treat me as a walking hot water bottle."

She was truly dedicated to protecting her boss\'s health.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, "A walking hot water bottle."

"Exactly," Si Fuqing warmed his hands. "Feeling better now?"

Yu Xiheng fell silent, then smiled and sighed, "It\'s a very effective method."

**

Meanwhile, at Northern State No. 1 Middle School.

Nian Yi\'an had just finished his last day of extra classes.

His grades, under Lin Jihuan\'s strict supervision, were now firmly within the top hundred.

With the strength of Northern State No. 1 Middle School, every year they sent five to six hundred students to top universities across the country.

The top hundred scores in the college entrance examination were all above 690.

Lin Jihuan was very satisfied with the results of her tutoring.

After setting up a winter break plan for Nian Yi\'an, she dragged her luggage to the airport, heading back to Sijiu.

Nian Yi\'an went home alone, planning to help Ye Zhenmian at the restaurant.

He touched his back, feeling unusually warm today.

Nian Yi\'an frowned, put on his school uniform jacket, and the next second, a sharp pain shot through his neck. His vision went black, and he knew nothing more.

At the same time, in Si Fuqing\'s palm, a line flickered briefly and then disappeared.