"Hey there!"
Xu Zhe struck a cool pose, waving and making a heart gesture at the short-haired girl.
Though her outfit looked a bit rough around the edges, her looks were undeniably stunning—the more he stared, the prettier she seemed, stirring a flutter in his heart.
"Where's Shangguan Qianqian? Didn't she come?"
Nie Qinglan held up a sign, scanning the crowd for Shangguan Qianqian before turning to Xu Zhe with a puzzled frown.
Xu Zhe's face stiffened.
Looking for Shangguan Qianqian? As if!
"Hey, Qianqian isn't coming today. I'm here to check out the filming location," Xu Zhe replied, flashing what he thought was a devilishly charming smile while ogling Nie Qinglan's curvaceous figure. "By the way, I'm Xu Zhe!"
Nie Qinglan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. Ugh."
With that, she folded the welcome sign in half, tossed it into a trash bin, and strode off without a second glance.
"Xu Zhe!"
That guy was pure trash.
Not exactly a big name in the entertainment industry, but infamous for being a scumbag.
Caught cheating on his girlfriend, he had the audacity to claim he'd stripped just to "cool off."
From shameless antics to diva tantrums, rumors even said he had a habit of toying with fans.
Nie Qinglan despised people like him.
Absolute human garbage.
Seeing Nie Qinglan walk away only fueled Xu Zhe's already foul mood.
"Hey, stop right there!"
Xu Zhe barked at her.
Nie Qinglan frowned. "What the hell do you want?"
Xu Zhe blinked, taken aback.
This gorgeous girl was actually cursing at him?
"Tsk, insulting me? Enjoy getting cyberbullied by my fans tomorrow," Xu Zhe sneered.
His fanbase was notoriously rabid. If this brat dared to mouth off, she’d better brace herself for a torrent of online abuse—enough to drive her to depression.
The power of netizens was unstoppable.
"Ahem, sweetheart, wanna get to know each other?"
Xu Zhe suppressed his anger, forcing a smile.
This girl was drop-dead gorgeous.
Like a playful little wildcat—not just beautiful, but with an untamed edge that was downright intoxicating.
A rare catch. He couldn’t let her slip away.
Most girls would melt the moment they realized he was a celebrity. No way this short-haired hottie could resist his charm!
Once he lured her into a hotel, she’d be at his mercy.
"Hey, pretty boy, your makeup’s caking."
Nie Qinglan pointed at Xu Zhe’s neck.
A grown man wearing eyeshadow and foundation? Was all that caked-on glam really necessary?
On TV, he looked passable, but in person? No amount of makeup could hide his mediocre looks.
If Nie Qinglan had to rate him, she’d give him a solid 7 at best.
Xu Zhe’s veins bulged in his neck, his temper barely contained.
This little bitch!
She was begging for a beating!
Hold it together. Just hold it together.
Xu Zhe pressed on. "How about it? I’ll give you my TianXun ID."
Nie Qinglan scoffed. "Pfft. Who’d want it? So average, yet so full of yourself."
That one line shattered Xu Zhe’s restraint.
Enough was enough!
Screw seducing her—he’d teach her a lesson!
His hand shot up, aiming to slap Nie Qinglan across the face.
Nie Qinglan paled.
Maybe she’d pushed too far.
Then—like a gust of wind—a figure dashed forward.
A swift kick landed square on Xu Zhe’s backside, sending him flying.
"Boss!"
Nie Qinglan blinked in surprise, recognizing the figure who’d just dropkicked Xu Zhe from behind.
It was none other than An Yi!
A lion uses full strength even to crush a rabbit.
So An Yi never held back—if he could attack from behind, he absolutely would.
"Girl, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble," An Yi said flatly.
Nie Qinglan grinned. "But he’s a scumbag! I just couldn’t stand him!"
An Yi hadn’t used much force, but Xu Zhe still struggled to get up, his face twisted with rage. He wanted to retaliate, but An Yi looked like trouble. Instead, he turned to the security team.
"You useless rent-a-cops! What are you standing around for? Get him!"
The stunned security guards snapped to attention, surrounding An Yi in an instant.
An Yi glanced at them.
Ordinary people. Not even worth his effort.
Xu Zhe wiped the dust off his face, grinning darkly. "You dare hit me? Beat him to a pulp!"
"Fight! Fight!"
"Damn, Xu Zhe’s throwing a diva fit! His goons are attacking someone—get this on camera!"
"Don’t twist the facts! That guy in flip-flops hit Xu Zhe first!"
"I saw everything! Xu Zhe went after the girl first!"
"Whatever, I’m rooting for flip-flop guy. He’s hot!"
The crowd of onlookers grew thicker.
Xu Zhe had gotten the audience he wanted—just not the reaction.
An Yi eyed the security team and smirked.
No need for martial arts. A little brawl would do.
One guard lunged first, swinging a meaty fist.
An Yi countered with a flashy spinning kick, sending the man sprawling.
"Nice!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, some even whistling.
Sure, this guy might get pummeled, but that move was slick!
The remaining guards attacked in unison.
An Yi moved like he was taking a stroll, effortlessly dodging every strike. Not a single one could even graze his clothes.
Best not to show off too much in public. Keeping his martial arts skills under wraps was key—he preferred blending in as a regular guy among students.
Even so, the guards were no match for him.
"I thought we hired people to act as fans! Where are they? 75 bucks and they won’t even show up? Do they not know what a celebrity is?"
"And those fan group leaders! Huge chat groups full of plants, and with Xu Zhe’s clout, they can’t even scrape together a few fans?"
A middle-aged woman in a professional suit—her figure a little too voluptuous—stormed into Donghai University, fuming after hanging up her phone.
Then she froze.
Xu Zhe had ordered security to attack someone?!
"Oh my god! Is he insane?!" Xie Yan’s face went pale.
A brawl at Donghai University? The PR nightmare this would cause…
As his manager, Xie Yan felt her sanity slipping.
The fan scandal had barely died down, and now this?!
But when Xie Yan spotted An Yi effortlessly dismantling the security team, her jaw dropped.
That face!
That body!
Those moves!
…And those flip-flops—wait, no, ignore those!
Xie Yan’s face flushed with excitement. Years in the industry had sharpened her eye sharper than any talent scout’s.
She just knew—if this guy entered showbiz, he’d become the next big sensation in China’s entertainment world.
With looks like that, who needed talent?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
