Signing a Bond of Servitude

"Wow, you, you're that waiter, right? You're so handsome!"

Inside the cafe.

The waitress looked at Xiao Ye with a face full of pleasant surprise and said excitedly, "I saw the video of you beating up that guy. You were so handsome and domineering, absolutely amazing..."

Seeing the waitress staring at Xiao Ye like a lovestruck fangirl, Ziyue's face darkened. She smiled sweetly and said, "Auntie, three cappuccinos please!"

Little brat, who the hell are you calling Auntie!

Veins popped on the waitress's forehead, but she forced a smile. "Alright, please wait a moment."

Nowadays, a waitress hitting a customer would trend on social media. She had to hold it in!

Ziyue looked at the beautiful woman sitting across the table, feeling slightly on guard.

The woman had great skin, full of collagen. She looked quite young and radiated youthfulness.

Ziyue stared for a while, nudged Xiao Ye's arm, made a lifting gesture at her chest, and whispered, "Hers are so big!"

"Shh!"

Xiao Ye shushed the girl.

You shouldn't discuss such things right in front of the person.

Besides, he couldn't even see it.

The person sitting opposite Xiao Ye was none other than Xue Yuanyuan.

With her arms crossed, her proud assets were squeezed together, looking full and ready to burst out.

The flat-chested Ziyue opposite her was left dumbfounded, her cat ears twitching.

Xue Yuanyuan looked thoughtful.

She actually wanted to sign Xiao Ye.

The spreading power of the internet nowadays was terrifying.

In just one day of brewing, Xiao Ye had become insanely popular.

Relying on his face, his blind persona, and his agile moves when beating that guy up, he had already gathered a large group of female fans who were absolutely crazy about him.

This kind of thing was just a temporary wave of hype, but if grasped well...

Maybe he could become popular nationwide overnight, just like that young man surnamed Ding before.

Xue Yuanyuan knew very well that this was a gamble.

After all, Xiao Ye's news was negative news.

Whether signing a waiter who hits people would be good or bad for Yilan Media, she wasn't sure.

But watching a massive wave of traffic disappear right before her eyes made her unwilling to let it go.

Currently at Yilan Media, the second-in-command Shangguan Qianqian was managing the construction of the Shura Sect's main base on Shura Island and had no time to manage the company.

And the big boss Nie Qinglan was a hands-off leader. Apart from stamping and signing documents, she was basically clueless about everything else.

Therefore, Xue Yuanyuan had now taken up the burden.

Although her nickname was "Vase"... ahem, "Milk Bottle", she wasn't just eye candy.

In her more than a year at Yilan Media, she had already shown amazing talent.

Even Shangguan Qianqian intended to train her as a reserve leader.

"May I ask, why did Mr. Xiao hit that person?"

Xue Yuanyuan asked thoughtfully.

Ziyue answered first, "It, it's because that man deliberately put hair in his coffee! He tried to frame our cafe for having problems."

He hit someone just because of that?

Xue Yuanyuan was a bit shocked.

This blind man was actually so hot-tempered!

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either..."

Xiao Ye said somewhat helplessly.

Perhaps, his state of mind still wasn't firm enough.

To actually lose control of his anger over such a trivial matter.

Ziyue hurriedly defended him, "Xiao Ye is usually very nice, and hitting someone with a tray doesn't fit his character at all."

"Well, I believe Mr. Xiao."

Xue Yuanyuan said with a light chuckle.

She didn't come here today out of a sudden impulse.

She had investigated Xiao Ye.

Actually, before the hitting incident, Xiao Ye was already somewhat famous in the neighborhood because of his good looks.

If rating guys out of ten, he would be a solid nine.

Some people had even secretly filmed videos of him, making him briefly popular.

The public perception of him was also quite good: gentle, handsome, and highly approachable.

On the contrary, that burly man was a notorious deadbeat, full of stains on his record.

If they wanted to play some PR tricks, it wouldn't be difficult at all! This was Yilan Media's strong suit.

Xue Yuanyuan smiled and said, "If Mr. Xiao has no objections, why don't we sign your life away... ahem, sign the contract first."

"Let me, let me, where do we sign?"

Ziyue asked excitedly, holding a pen.

She knew Xiao Ye was going to be signed and become a big star, so she was overjoyed.

"The bottom right corner is fine, but it needs to be signed by Mr. Xiao personally."

Xue Yuanyuan said, a sly smile hooking the corners of her mouth.

...

"Three pieces short!"

An Yi calculated, looking at the 6/9 Shura Godhead, his brows tightly knitted.

Besides Xiao Ye and Long Aoyun, who was the other one?

Xiao Ye was easy to talk about, but the problem was, he holed up in a cafe in the imperial capital as a waiter all year round, slacking off even more than him. How was he supposed to dig out main quests from him?

As for Long Aoyun, there was even less need to mention him.

The recognized number one combat power in the world!

It was hard to say if his current self was a match for him.

He learned from Shangguan Qianqian that this guy's strength was not weak at all.

Before the rebirth, the Pantheon of Gods had forcefully repelled the Heavenly Palace!

After all, Long Aoyun's character setting was an invincible protagonist.

Completely different from his own loser-counterattack script.

Also, who exactly was that other guy? Could he be in the Ancient Continent?

The more An Yi thought about it, the more his head hurt.

Inheriting the Shura Godhead was a long and arduous task.

A sharp glint appeared in An Yi's eyes.

If he wanted revenge, the Shura Godhead was something he absolutely had to obtain.

A Godhead was the key to becoming a god!

Only by reaching this realm would he have the chance to smack the ugly faces of those up in the Ninth Heaven who called themselves gods.

"Stop spacing out, let's eat first."

Shen Muxuan's voice came over, breaking An Yi's train of thought.

An Yi snapped back to reality and found that there were already several side dishes on the dining table.

"The food Master's wife made is really good."

Fang Jueming praised while holding his rice bowl, eating with great relish.

Hearing this, Shen Muxuan's eyes curved into smiling crescents. "If it's good, eat more! There's plenty of rice."

An Yi was secretly amazed.

Good boy, you've got some nerve, even managing to kiss up like that!

An emotional intelligence buff?

"An Yi, you should eat more too. Didn't you say the porridge this morning was pretty good?" Shen Muxuan said expectantly.

At the mention of the morning's porridge, An Yi's expression changed a bit.

That porridge was simply unfit for human consumption—it was stinky, bitter, burnt, and salty!

"Okay, I, I'll eat."

An Yi forced a smile, picked up his chopsticks, and grabbed a decent-looking piece of braised pork to taste.

The taste... was actually pretty good!?

It melted in the mouth yet retained a chewy texture; the sauce was rich, and the fat was not greasy at all.

An Yi was stunned. Refusing to believe it, he tried the shredded potatoes.

Crisp and refreshing! A sweet aftertaste!

Suddenly, An Yi had an epiphany. Could the porridge this morning have tasted terrible because of whatever Lin Chen had brought him?

"Th-these were all made by you?" An Yi said in shock.

Shen Muxuan smiled. "Of course, aren't I amazing?"

An Yi looked completely bewildered. "No, how did you suddenly get so good at this!"

Shen Muxuan blurted out instinctively, "I practiced for three years..."

Within the endless time loops.

Shen Muxuan had found something to do for herself: honing her culinary skills.

Although her cooking skills were very average and she had no talent to speak of.

But April 1st had looped for exactly three years. She had taught herself for three years; no matter how bad she was, she should have mastered it by now.

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. "What three years?"

Realizing she had slipped up, Shen Muxuan stuck out her tongue and hurriedly said, "I, I'll go get you some rice."

This girl, she felt a bit strange today.

Just then, a massive dog head rubbed against his leg. "Three hundred and twenty-five level-four spirit cores. Don't forget."

Fang Jueming quickly raised his hand and corrected, "I miscounted earlier. It's three hundred and twenty-six!"

An Yi: "..."