An Yi pressed one hand against a security guard's back, then leaped up and kicked two others flying with consecutive strikes.
With a casual twist of his wrist, he flipped the guard beside him, sending the man spinning in midair before crashing to the ground.
The other security personnel, already fuming with anger, felt their eyelids twitch violently at the sight.
Just how much strength did this guy have to effortlessly swing a nearly 200-pound man in circles before slamming him down?
It suddenly dawned on them—had this punk been toying with them the whole time?
Xu Zhe’s face flushed red with rage, his teeth grinding. "What the hell are you all standing around for?! Whoever breaks one of his legs gets a million!"
"Hah, break my legs?"
An Yi cracked his knuckles, his gaze turning icy.
There was once another guy who threatened to break his legs too. Last he heard, that guy was having the time of his life—in a wheelchair.
Like a gust of wind, An Yi weaved through the remaining guards, heading straight for Xu Zhe.
In that instant, Xu Zhe’s hair stood on end.
A primal terror gripped him, freezing him to the core.
He was going to die!
Just then, Xie Yan—a plump woman in professional attire—came barreling in, panting heavily. "Stop! Stop it! You two, cut it out!"
An Yi had no choice but to halt.
At his speed, the impact would’ve been no different from getting hit by a speeding truck. If this hefty woman took the brunt of it, it’d be fatal.
Xu Zhe, still trembling, felt a dampness in his pants.
Thankfully, his instincts as a celebrity kicked in—he managed to stop himself at the last second.
If he’d wet himself in public, his sparkling career would’ve been over!
"Jesus, how did you get here so fast?!" Xie Yan gasped, startled by An Yi’s sudden appearance.
Seeing Xie Yan, Xu Zhe immediately latched onto her like a lifeline, his grievances pouring out. "Yan-jie! He—he hit me! My face is swollen! I make a living with this face, and he—he—"
"Oh, my poor baby! Are you hurt? Let me see your face—anywhere else injured? How could anyone lay a hand on you?"
Xie Yan fretted over An Yi, cupping his face and examining it from every angle. Only after confirming his handsome features were unharmed did she exhale in relief.
"Uh, Yan-jie… I’m over here," Xu Zhe interjected, thinking she’d mistaken him for someone else.
Xie Yan, still scrutinizing An Yi’s face, frowned at Xu Zhe’s voice. "I know! Stop whining like a little girl! Where’s that boldness you had when you were bedding fans?"
Xu Zhe: "…"
Don’t just say that out loud! What if those students watching overhear?!
Do you know how much we spent on PR to bury that scandal?!
An Yi, his face still being squeezed, had veins popping on his forehead. "Lady, what the hell are you doing?"
"Handsome! So damn handsome!" Xie Yan’s eyes sparkled.
This guy wasn’t just good-looking—he had flawless skin, smooth and tender to the touch. Whatever skincare routine he was on, it was working wonders.
His proportions were perfect too. Around six feet tall, lean but with just enough muscle definition under his loose T-shirt to drive girls wild.
The only downside? His style screamed "loser."
But no worries—attitude could be cultivated. And bad boys with a rebellious streak? Always in demand.
"Hey, lady! Get your grubby hands off him!" Nie Qinglan snapped, jealousy flaring as Xie Yan kept pawing at An Yi’s face.
Aren’t you a little old to be chasing after fresh meat?
The moment Xie Yan spotted Nie Qinglan, her eyes lit up again.
This punk girl was gorgeous too!
"What a cutie!" Xie Yan marveled, studying Nie Qinglan with excitement.
Just how perfect were her natural features?
Even that hideous smoky eye makeup couldn’t hide her beauty!
Nie Qinglan, sensing Xie Yan’s predatory gaze, quickly clung to An Yi’s arm, nestling against him like a delicate bird. "Stay back! I worked hard on this makeup!"
"Why bother with DIY makeup, sweetie? Join me in the entertainment industry! I’ll hook you up with the best stylists in the country!"
Xie Yan’s enthusiasm was infectious as she painted a lavish picture. "Imagine—wherever you go, an entourage at your beck and call. Mansions, luxury cars, servants waiting on you hand and foot, bodyguards trailing your every step. That’s the life even immortals would envy!"
Nie Qinglan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. You think I fled all the way to Jiangbei City for fun?"
Xie Yan: "…?"
"Lady, what’s your deal?" An Yi’s tone turned sharp.
He wasn’t here to entertain some random agent—he had a pretty-boy celebrity to beat up.
And he wasn’t exactly the forgiving type.
Xu Zhe, equally baffled, also wanted to know what Xie Yan was scheming.
Smiling, Xie Yan gestured between An Yi and Nie Qinglan. "Listen, kids. I’m from Shiyin Media. Shangguan Qianqian? Yeah, she’s one of ours."
"Shangguan Qianqian?! For real?!" Nie Qinglan’s eyes widened.
An Yi frowned. "Who’s that?"
Nie Qinglan scoffed. "The lead actress from Where’s Diaochan? Duh!"
An Yi’s expression turned solemn at the title.
Damn. That’s some endurance.
Xie Yan, pleased by Nie Qinglan’s reaction, pressed on. "So? What do you two say? Interested?"
An Yi didn’t hesitate. "Nope."
Hell no.
His bounty was worth over a hundred million.
Being under the spotlight? That’d be like painting a target on his back.
Besides, he was already a boss running his own company. Pocket change from some talent agency meant nothing to him.
"If Boss says no, then I say no too! I only listen to Boss!" Nie Qinglan declared sweetly, hugging An Yi’s arm.
Xie Yan’s excitement skyrocketed.
Oh-ho! There’s chemistry here!
Perfect! We can milk this for a shipping frenzy!
Fans would eat this up—obsessing over their "relationship," generating endless buzz!
Xie Yan switched to business mode. "Can you sing?"
An Yi: "No."
"Dance?"
"No."
"Rap?"
"Nope."
"Basketball?"
An Yi perked up. "Now that, I can do."
Xie Yan waved dismissively. "Eh, not important."
An Yi: "…"
Despite his lack of skills, Xie Yan felt invigorated, as if she were staring at the next superstar—one she’d personally sculpt.
Ignoring the starry-eyed agent, An Yi turned back to Xu Zhe.
Xu Zhe’s scalp prickled under his gaze. "W-why are you looking at me?! I’ll call the cops!"
An Yi dusted off his hands and walked away.
Xu Zhe, upside-down in a green trash bin, flailed his legs helplessly as security guards struggled to yank him out.
Nearby, a group of female students squealed in excitement.
"OMG! It’s Xu Zhe!"
"It really is him!"
"Quick, take a picture! This is legendary!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of campus…
A tall, curvaceous woman stood in the shadows.
Her oversized sunglasses hid most of her face, but if she revealed herself, the entire school would erupt.
This woman was none other than the hottest star of the moment—Shangguan Qianqian.
Shangguan Qianqian stole a glance at An Yi's retreating figure, a smile curling at the corners of her lips: "Not bad at all, to think we'd run into each other. What a delightful coincidence! Truly, fate works in mysterious ways."
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
