I Think I'm a Little Dead

"Young man, you are quite an interesting fellow."

A male voice came from behind.

Wuma Xiu turned his head and saw a tall, slender man walking out slowly. He had a Siwen appearance, with thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his eyes were narrowed behind the lenses.

The other person was sizing up Wuma Xiu, who was playing with the cat.

"If you like drinking, I have lots and lots of good wine at home, much better than what's in this dish. Would you like to come over and chat with me?"

Wuma Xiu's smile widened, and he said, "Uncle, are you a kidnapper?"

This plot is so outdated.

He clicked his tongue inwardly. These kinds of lines weren't even popular back in his previous life when he was still alive.

Back then, when he encountered such a stranger, he would turn around and run away, faster than a rabbit.

The man in front of me, wearing glasses, looks quite respectable, but he's still using this outdated, tired trick.

"I am. Would you like to come to my place for a drink?"

The man pushed up his thin-rimmed glasses and casually spread his hands.

Wow~ I've never seen this kind of tactic before.

Wuma Xiu blinked.

The other party successfully piqued God of Wine's interest.

"Okay, lead the way."

He skipped and hopped along behind the other person.

The Siwen man walked ahead, leading the way with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't turn around to check if Wuma Xiu was following behind, nor was he worried that the other might slip away halfway.

The departing figures of the two men were seen by Fat Orange, who had just finished drinking.

It licked the remaining wine from its lips, feeling an unprecedented surge of power coursing through its body.

It looked as if it could crush a meteorite with a single claw.

This sense of inflated ego made Fat Orange feel incredibly powerful.

It's strong enough to kick its useless owner, who's always skimping on its dried fish, flying away with one kick.

However... it shook its head, temporarily suppressing the urge to kick its owner away.

It just told that human child that it would protect him.

Once Fat Orange Lord has spoken, his word is his bond.

That bespectacled man doesn't look like a good person; the way he's smiling, he must be up to something bad.

Fat Orange, I'll reluctantly protect you for a bit.

Fat Orange pushed off with its hind legs and leaped lightly off the windowsill. Although its round belly bounced a little when it landed before it regained its balance, it couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

It followed the familiar aroma of wine.

"This is my home. Please have a seat, and I'll pour you a drink."

Wuma Xiu stood at the entrance, blinking in surprise.

A faint aroma of wine filled the air.

It's a rich and fragrant aroma that comes from blending many fine wines together.

Wuma Xiu had expected the other party to take him to some secluded alley or abandoned warehouse, but to his surprise, the other party actually took him back to their home and even formally invited him to sit down.

The Siwen man poured a glass of wine and pushed it towards Wuma Xiu.

The wine glass was a short-stemmed crystal glass, and the wine had a clear, mellow aroma; it was indeed a fine wine.

I noticed you a while ago.

He sat down opposite Wuma Xiu, his hands folded on his knees, his posture composed, but his tone became more serious.

"When you were playing with the cat in the alley, I felt you had a special charm; you were simply captivating. Here's my business card; you can take a look."

The Siwen man took out a business card from his pocket, pressed his fingers on the edge of the card, and gently pushed it in front of Wuma Xiu.

Wuma Xiu picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and picked up the business card with his other hand.

The card design is simple, with white background and gold lettering.

It bore the name of a fairly well-known entertainment company, as well as the person's name and title.

Ling Yu, chief agent of Starlight Entertainment.

"Do you want me to become a star or an idol?"

Wuma Xiu put down the business card and blinked.

He'd lived this long, and this was the first time he'd ever been offered a business card.

This is quite a novel experience.

"Yes. I believe you can definitely reach the pinnacle of this industry."

Ling Yu looked at Wuma Xiu, his eyes shining brightly behind his glasses.

The young man before me possessed an extremely unique temperament, and his every move was perfectly natural.

It's eye-catching enough without any embellishment.

He had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had seen countless packaged stars, but he had never encountered a talent like this who could make people unable to look away just by sitting there and drinking a glass of wine.

People like this are practically born for this; it would be a waste of their talent if they didn't become idols.

But I'm not interested.

Wuma Xiu shook his head.

He's God of Wine, with an endless supply of fine wine in his hands, and wherever he goes, a group of friends are waiting to clink glasses with him.

Why did he go and do this?

Being chased around and photographed every day, even having a drink is subject to interference—it's just too much trouble.

No, let me explain further.

Ling Yu adjusted his glasses, not backing down despite the rejection. He had only planned to spend a few days in Wine Star's hometown, but unexpectedly stumbled upon such a promising talent.

He's been in the entertainment industry for so many years and has never seen another like him.

He couldn't just let them go like that.

He then proceeded to elaborate on the benefits in every aspect, including economics and networking.

Most people would have been fired up by his words.

Unfortunately, no matter how eloquently he spoke, Wuma Xiu only had one reaction throughout the entire conversation.

He picked up the cup, took two sips, smacked his lips, and put the cup down.

I picked up the cup and took two more sips.

When Ling Yu finally stopped, his mouth dry, there were already three empty wine bottles on the table.

"So? Have you changed your mind?"

Ling Yu paid no attention to the three empty bottles, his gaze fixed intently on him.

Wuma Xiu put down his wine glass.

"First of all, I'm an only child; I have no parents to support or siblings to help. Secondly, I'm not short of money. Finally, even if I spend my days lying around drinking and wasting time, I still have more time than I need."

Wuma Xiu refuted all the conditions that Ling Yu had just promised him.

Ling Yu stood up, as if he wanted to say something more.

He was unwilling to give up. Such a promising talent, he would do everything he could to persuade him to stay.

However, before he could speak, a soft creak came from the doorway.

A chubby orange cat used its head to push open the door that wasn't closed properly and strode in with an air of nonchalance.

Its golden cat eyes swept across the room, locking onto the Siwen man who, in its eyes, harbored ill intentions.

The Fat Orange leaped forward with a powerful kick from its hind legs, charging straight at Ling Yu. In mid-air, it brandished its claws and delivered a powerful orange cat paw strike to his head.

With that swipe of his claw, Ling Yu spun several times in mid-air, his glasses flying a great distance away.

Finally, he fell backward onto the floor, instantly losing consciousness.

The Fat Orange landed on the table, licked the fur on its front paws, and held its tail high as it looked at Wuma Xiu.

Meow~

[Hey, this Fat Orange lord has come to your rescue! Don't be too touched.]

Wuma Xiu patted Fat Orange's head and said, "Thank you Fat Orange, but you misunderstood. He didn't bully me."

Ling Yu: Someone come here, I think I'm about to die.