Invitation from Shiyin Media

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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