After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 63: Interview

On the other side, Cen Xiu, having just been through another instance, opened his eyes in a daze.

He held his head, recalled how he acted in the scenario, and couldn’t help but suck in a breath—utterly despairing.

It’s over, he had completely embarrassed himself in front of the audience.

Thinking of how pitifully he begged the NPC, Cen Xiu had only one thought in his heart.

Good thing there’s no playback—f**k, if those people saw it, they’d die laughing.

Maybe because he thought about it, the phone next to him suddenly rang.

Cen Xiu hesitated for a few seconds before picking up. A man's rough voice ca through imdiately.

“Cen Xiu, huh? You got a different scenario than us last night, how’d it go? Still alive?”

“……”

He spoke with a blank face: “What do you think?”

“Hahahaha, just kidding.” The man teased, “Sounds like last night’s scenario was easy. You got through it alone, huh? Ghosts were weak? Not many?”

“………” No. The complete opposite.

They were both strong and many.

Cen Xiu closed his eyes again. “No, I wasn’t alone. Ran into two… no, three solid newcors.”

As for Yu Haoye, Cen Xiu didn’t want to ntion him at all.

The guy on the other end was clearly surprised: “Yo? That impressive?”

Cen Xiu snorted coldly. Impressive newcors? If you asked him, that NPC was even more impressive.

He sat up, thinking about Qing Li in the storyline, and couldn’t help but ask, “Old Qi, have you ever done the Holy Wings High School scenario?”

Qi Mai was stunned: “Holy Wings High School? Never been, hold on, I’ll check for you.”

Cen Xiu changed clothes while waiting for a reply. A few minutes later, Qi Mai’s shocked voice ca through.

“Sh*t, Old Xiu, the film set you were on yesterday was a B-rank, but I couldn’t find the storyline yet.”

That it wasn’t found was within Cen Xiu’s expectations, but he frowned anyway: “B-rank? But there were three newcors in it.”

He’d already been in several film sets, so getting placed into a B-rank wasn’t surprising—but how did the newbies end up there too? Weren’t they usually assigned to D-rank and worked their way up?

No, wait… He rembered one of the newcors, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

That Bo Jingmo… was very strong.

Cen Xiu hadn’t encountered him in the scenario. The man always showed up with Jiang Xi’s group, while Cen Xiu had already disappeared from the cara’s view by then.

Most importantly, Cen Xiu had never t a player whose in-scenario identity was a ghost.

If he could solo kill Wu Bianming, then that guy’s strength was far from newbie level.

“I don’t know either. What were the nas of the newbies you t? I’ll go ask around,” Qi Mai said casually.

Cen Xiu replied, “No need. If I run into them again, I’ll deal with it then.”

He threw on his coat and opened the door. The butler was already waiting outside: “Young Master.”

Cen Xiu humd in acknowledgnt, then said into the phone, “A VIP’s coming to the bar today. I’ll stop by to check it out. Wanna co? We can grab a drink together.”

Qi Mai sounded thrilled: “Oh snap! President Cen’s buying? I’m in!”

“Tch.” Cen Xiu lazily hung up the phone.

The butler beside him spoke in a low voice: “Young Master, the car is ready.”

Cen Xiu responded, then suddenly turned back as if he rembered sothing:

“Right, aren’t we hiring new waitstaff at the bar today?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Good. Pass the word—I’ll swing by later. Tell them not to mind , I’m just taking a look.”

At the sa ti, Yu Li also woke up at school.

She pulled out her phone, paused when she saw it was already past eight, then rembered there were no classes today.

She glanced around. Her roommates must’ve all gone out—she was the only one in the dorm.

Yu Li yawned and sat up, quickly hopped out of bed to wash up and change clothes, then slung on her bag and got ready to head out.

“Sis, where are you going?” the system perched on her shoulder asked curiously.

“Looking for a part-ti job.”

Yu Li casually tugged down her cap. One hand in her pocket, the other scrolling on her phone, her eyes landed on the bar job listing she bookmarked yesterday.

“Let’s try this one first.”

The system took a look and was instantly shocked: “Whoa, that looks tough.”

It even had clear requirents for height, weight, looks, and overall vibe.

Yu Li chuckled: “Gotta try first—no guts, no glory.”

She put away her phone and called a ride to the bar. When she saw the balance deduction ssage, she suddenly rembered she still had to pay for the ride back.

She’d totally forgotten—Bo Jingmo always used to pick her up and drop her off. So when she paid, her face showed that quiet kind of death.

It had been a while since she last worried about money.

She suddenly kind of missed those days when her little boyfriend handed over his paycheck every day.

The bar’s security saw her plain outfit—typical clean college student attire—and reached out his hand, tone polite and gentle: “Sorry, classmate, you need formalwear to enter.”

Yu Li pulled out the job listing: “I’m here to interview for the part-ti waitstaff position.”

The security guard froze for a mont, subconsciously glancing at her face.

Unlike the other glam girls who showed up in full makeup, this girl was 100% barefaced. Her skin glowed naturally, features were refined and sharp, with gentle lines like ink brush strokes.

She blinked, long lashes curling up, and those fox-like eyes curved as she smiled—instantly likable. Her lips were full and rosy, the upward curve of her mouth soft and sweet.

She was the kind of pure beauty you couldn’t forget after one look.

Even the guard, who’d seen his fair share of gorgeous won, was montarily dazed.

Most girls who ca to apply would wear at least so makeup, usually to boost their presence and confidence. A pure bareface like this… was rare.

And that natural base…

The guard silently clicked his tongue.

She was a stunner.

He stepped aside and pointed down a hallway: “Just go straight, there’s a waiting room. Open the door and wait inside. Everyone in there is here for the sa interview.”

“Thank you, big bro.” Yu Li smiled at him, then pulled her hat lower and walked inside.

The guard waved: “Ah, no problem. Good luck.”

Cute girl with good vibes—who knows, maybe they’d be coworkers one day.

Another security guard leaned in quietly, whispering, “I think she’s out of luck. Didn’t they send out a notice? Young Master’s coming by for inspection today. The manager probably won’t let her through—she already failed the dress code.”

“Ah, true.” The first guard widened his eyes, a little regretful. “D*mn sha, she picked the worst day.”

He was about to say more when a sleek black sedan suddenly pulled up at the entrance. Its body was smooth and sharply cut, radiating a cold gleam. Luxury and wealth written all over it.

Clearly, whoever was inside wasn’t just so ordinary person.

The two security guards imdiately went silent, standing by the entrance to welco the distinguished guest.

The driver respectfully opened the door, and a man stepped out of the car. He was tall and straight, wearing a simple shirt, as if he’d been called over last minute—but every move he made carried an air of elegance and nobility.

Dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, just covering his cool, aloof features. His expression was indifferent as he looked up, his pitch-black eyes devoid of emotion.

But… this wasn’t formal attire either…

Then…

The two guards looked at each other, unsure whether to stop him, when suddenly soone walked out briskly from inside, smiling and reaching out a hand: “Ah, Bo Shao! You’re finally here. It’s really hard to get a eting with you!”

They recognized this person.

He was one of the bar’s VIP guests—Young Master from the Li family.

If he was a friend of Young Master Li, then there was no way they could block him.

They silently swallowed whatever they were about to say and stood off to the side like mute statues.

Bo Jingmo glanced down at his watch, his deep voice cold and rciless: “I’m giving you thirty minutes. If you’re introducing soone useless to , don’t bother calling next ti.”

“Co on, how could I waste your precious ti?”

Li Xuyang grinned, baring his teeth, “You know the Cen family, right? That Cen Xiu of theirs—he’s a few years older than us. I just t him the other day. He’s been wanting to et you for a while now, but you’re impossible to get ahold of. So he ca to , and he’s already waiting inside.”

At those words, Bo Jingmo suddenly paused mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly, his tone unreadable:

“His na is… Cen Xiu?”