Lu Xiaobu's mind was brimming with ideas that just wouldn't stop coming.
Some hack writers who always chased inspiration—it was like child's play for him!
"Young Master Bu, were you looking for me?"
Upon hearing Lu Xiaobu's summons, Chen Feiyang rushed over immediately to ask.
"Yeah, I need you. Can you direct TV dramas?!"
Lu Xiaobu inquired.
"No problem, what genre?"
Chen Feiyang assured confidently, thumping his chest.
Lu Xiaobu's mind began to explode!
Genre? Shape? What shape? The shape of love? Heart-shaped? Exciting? R-rated?
"Oh, R-rated." Lu Xiaobu nodded.
"Pfft!"
Chen Feiyang spurted out a mouthful of old blood: "Young Master, filming that stuff is not allowed!"
"No, no, not that!" Lu Xiaobu shook his head: "Stop talking to me, I'm frustrated!"
"System, show yourself, when is this side effect going to end?!" Lu Xiaobu asked, in pain: "Also, give me the script for Bright Sword!"
"Side effect? This isn't a side effect!" the system replied, exasperated.
