Blue Star, future world.
"So, you're a martial arts master now?"
Wu Chu put on a wide-eyed look of utter shock.
"So, do you need a bodyguard, driver, and assistant? I need a job right now." Yu Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue. "After all, I can really eat now!"
More importantly, she had seen hope of staying alive again. Those meager savings would not last.
As she told her bizarre story while continuously eating, the number of empty plates on the table kept growing. Wu Chu maintained his shocked expression.
"Also, I can double as your stylist and makeup artist. Back when I was drifting around Beijing, I worked on film crews doing makeup and styling for people."
"You drifted around Beijing too?" Wu Chu blinked, then said, "Since you have connections in that field, you could become an action star! These days, those ancient idol dramas are simply unbearable. Not one of them can fight. Forget fighting—even their movements have no force behind them..."
Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head. "It's useless. That industry doesn't rely on real skill anymore. And it's far too messy, with unspoken rules everywhere. If I hadn't still had some moral bottom line back then, I probably would've been talked into joining their ranks long ago."
After a pause, she added, "Besides, styling assistant work is my old profession. I'm familiar with it. You don't have an assistant team yet, right? I can be your assistant!"
Wu Chu stroked his chin. Is she thinking about making a move on me again?
Primordial Land, First Academy.
Lingzhuzi looked seven or eight years old, with little topknots and a roguish air about him. His eyes were wide with utter disbelief.
"What's so strange about that?" Yao Ji could not help but laugh.
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