Heavenly Immortal: I'm Just a Joke

Zhang Yang recognized the beautiful woman before him; it was Liu Yifei's mother, Liu Xiaoli, who had been very fond of him when they were on the set of Chinese Paladin.

"Aunt Liu, long time no see," Zhang Yang greeted her.

Liu Xiaoli, who had been lost in thought, turned to look at him, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Did she know this young man among her acquaintances?

He had an outstanding appearance; normally, she would recall him instantly.

"You are... Xiao Yang?" Liu Xiaoli asked uncertainly.

She remembered what Liu Yifei had told her a few days ago, that she had met Zhang Yang on the set of The Legend of Dugu.

Zhang Yang was very capable now, invited by Director Chen to replace Mu Panlong's work.

Working backward from the answer, Zhang Yang indeed matched the youthful face from her memory.

"Yes, Aunt Liu, I am Zhang Yang," Zhang Yang replied with a polite smile. "Sister Xixi must have mentioned me. By my count, we haven't seen each other in seven years."

A gentle smile spread across Liu Xiaoli's face. "Yes, you were such a shy young boy back then. Now you're so much taller than me and have such a manly presence."

As she spoke, Liu Xiaoli looked at Zhang Yang's face a few more times.

Over the years, she had accompanied her daughter in the entertainment industry and met many male celebrities, most of whom were A-listers. Compared to them, Zhang Yang's looks ranked among the best.

"Aunt Liu, you're just as I remember you," Zhang Yang said, his words as sweet as honey. "If Sister Xixi stood next to you, outsiders would definitely think you were sisters, not mother and daughter."

A smile immediately bloomed on Liu Xiaoli's lips.

The same words spoken by different people carried different weight.

Although Zhang Yang's words were flattering, she found them very pleasant to hear.

However, upon mentioning Liu Yifei, her expression instantly became serious. "Xiao Yang, Auntie can't chat with you for long right now. Xixi just pulled a muscle while filming an action scene, and she's run out of her muscle liniment. I need to ask the stunt team if they have any, and if not, I need to quickly have someone go buy some."

Liniment for muscle strains?

A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes.

If he wasn't mistaken, this was the opportunity indicated on his Opportunity Guide.

What a coincidence.

This time, he could gain Opportunity Points without spending Character Points.

"Auntie, no need to trouble yourself. I happen to have some right here," Zhang Yang said, reaching out to Nazha to take a bag before handing it to Liu Xiaoli.

"Huo Xiang oil, Yunnan Baiyao spray, and some medicated patches..."

Liu Xiaoli took a quick look, her eyes filled with joy.

These were exactly what Liu Yifei needed. Zhang Yang was truly a timely savior.

"Thank you, Xiao Yang," Liu Xiaoli said, not being polite with him.

These were just small items, but they were urgently needed at the moment. She would have her assistant buy double the amount to return later.

Now that Zhang Yang had joined this crew, she would take care of him to the best of her ability.

"You should come in too. I'll have Xiao Qin tell you about the crew later," Liu Xiaoli invited Zhang Yang to enter the studio with her.

Telling him about the crew naturally meant informing Zhang Yang about each actor's temperament, who got along well with whom, whose connections helped certain staff members get important positions, and who was best to avoid provoking.

This was precisely the kind of intelligence Zhang Yang had sought to obtain after befriending makeup artist Sister Sun when he first joined the cast of The Legend of Dugu, hoping to navigate the crew more smoothly.

The information Liu's mother was about to give him would undoubtedly be more detailed and clear. This was the benefit of having connections and background.

Of course, if one was powerful enough, they wouldn't need to understand these things; instead, others would come to understand them!

"Is it okay for me to come in, Aunt Liu?"

Zhang Yang had no intention of refusing but asked for confirmation.

If the timing wasn't right, barging in might cause displeasure.

It was best to confirm with Liu Xiaoli first, so even if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't be his fault.

Liu Xiaoli lifted the curtain. "Come in, it's fine."

Zhang Yang immediately reached out to help hold the curtain.

Liu Xiaoli entered the studio carrying the items.

Zhang Yang followed behind her, his gaze exploring.

After Nazha also entered, he closed the curtain again.

The studio interior was vast and was now divided into several open-plan small rooms.

Each small room had people sitting inside. The room on the far right was the largest and contained many storage boxes.

In the middle of the boxes was a long bench. Liu Yifei, wearing a costume that revealed her long legs, was lying there. Four or five people sat beside her, likely her team, including her personal assistant and makeup artist.

Zhang Yang followed Liu Xiaoli to Liu Yifei's resting and makeup room. Since Liu Yifei was lying down, she only saw Liu Xiaoli approaching. "Mom, you're back so soon? Did you borrow the things?"

"I got them," Liu Xiaoli said, sitting down beside Liu Yifei and taking out a bottle of Huo Xiang oil. "But I didn't borrow them from the stunt team. I happened to run into Xiao Yang."

"Xiao Yang?" Liu Yifei wondered to herself, "Who is that?"

Her thoughts turned, and she guessed, "Zhang Yang?"

"That's right, it's me," Zhang Yang said unexpectedly.

"Ah!" Liu Yifei jumped, almost falling off the bench.

"Stay still."

Liu Xiaoli steadied Liu Yifei by her waist. Once she was stable, she opened the bottle of medicated oil, poured a little onto the spot just above Liu Yifei's knee pit, and began to massage gently.

Liu Yifei had been filming action scenes since she was young, so injuries were commonplace.

They say that prolonged illness makes a good doctor, and Liu Xiaoli had developed her own techniques from working on Liu Yifei.

"A'Yang, you dare to scare me." Liu Yifei turned her head to the side, glaring at Zhang Yang.

"Unfair, I heard you call my name, so I responded," Zhang Yang said, crossing his arms and looking down at the "Wuqing" version of Liu Yifei with a smile in his eyes.

"Who asked you to respond like that?" Liu Yifei was amused inwardly but didn't dwell on it. Instead, she asked, "Did you join the crew?"

"Obviously," Zhang Yang shrugged. "I even brought my own liniment for bruises and sprains, just in time to save your life."

"It's hardly saving my life, it's just a minor injury," Liu Yifei felt Zhang Yang was exaggerating.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaoli chimed in, "Who was it that said it hurt so much just now, that they were going to die if they didn't get medicine? It couldn't have been me, right?"

"Mom!" Liu Yifei's pretty face flushed, and she said angrily.

How could her own mother undermine her in front of Zhang Yang?

Besides, what she had said earlier wasn't because she couldn't bear the pain, it was more like she was being spoiled.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Even though it's a life-saving favor, if Sister Xixi doesn't want to, you don't have to thank me specially, because Aunt Liu has already thanked me."

He deliberately emphasized the word "specially," making his meaning obvious.

Liu Yifei gritted her teeth, "That's different. I will definitely thank you properly. Personally."

"Oh, that would be too embarrassing," Zhang Yang said with a smile, as if he hadn't understood Liu Yifei's threat. "I'm not greedy. Just treat me to meals for ten days to half a month. It would be even better if you made them yourself. Aunt Liu's cooking is so good, I still can't forget that sweet and sour pork. Sister Xixi must be just as good."

A hint of a smile appeared in Liu Xiaoli's eyes.

She was quite pleased to be praised for her cooking.

Liu Yifei felt annoyed. "Fine, as long as you dare to eat it."

"Uh," Zhang Yang blinked. "Never mind. Sister Xixi looks like someone whose fingers don't touch the water. Don't end up making me sick."

Liu Yifei shot him a fierce glare. "Believe it or not, I'll hit you."

Zhang Yang met her gaze for a few seconds, then said with a serious expression, "With you like this now, can you even jump up and hit my knees?"

Liu Yifei: ...

"Pfft." Someone nearby couldn't help but laugh.

Sensing Liu Yifei's murderous glare, the person said sheepishly, "I just thought of a joke."

Liu Yifei: !

I feel like I'm the joke.