She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 1113 - 911: Super Star 85 (Ten Thousand-Word Update)

Ling Yao has taken on quite a few cameo roles over the years, like the rich wastrel, beggar, rogue, and even dressed as a woman for a historical role as a young nobleman. Wow, he really doesn’t mind what roles he takes; she’s worried he might play himself out of the spotlight. "Aren’t you afraid your fans will be disappointed in you?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Ling Yao just shrugged, "What fans? I’m not even popular."

"Are you underestimating your popularity? I think you have more potential than me, really. As long as you keep acting well, your future won’t be bleak."

Ling Yao shook his head, "I’ve now officially found my path. Acting can only be my second career, occasionally making a cameo is already great. My idea is to play these minor roles well during my spare time, bring them to life, and that’s completing my mission. Anything beyond that, I don’t demand or pursue."

In other words, acting is just a hobby for him now. Why endure the ups and downs of the entertainment circle when he can mingle in Tsinghua’s circle?

So, I actually prefer clean and straightforward group acting work: finish acting, get paid, and leave. Isn’t that great? No strings attached?

Hua Yan deeply agreed with this because they are the same kind of people, both hating complications and disliking plotting against each other.

But where there are people, there is Jianghu, unavoidable.

It’s rare to relax; the hotel on New Year’s Eve is still open to the public, but clearly quieter than usual.

Hua Yan’s space is now like a small supermarket. To categorize these items, she even bought supermarket shelves to stack daily necessities, vegetables, and fruits, neatly categorized. Whatever is needed, just go in and take it; even if she doesn’t go to the supermarket for two or three months, she won’t starve.

So, on New Year’s Eve, while others are gathered around the dining table eating dumplings, tasting nine or ten dishes, and drinking alcohol, she and Ling Yao are on the terrace, having hotpot and drinking beer, the atmosphere is great, even taking rare photos and posting them on social media.

[Grateful for you, a different New Year’s Eve]

The picture is of the two of them with rosy cheeks from drinking, holding beer glasses, laughing heartily.

Hua Yan rarely posts on social media, and those who can see her posts are just a few, generally those who add her, because she’s too lazy to set access permissions. She chooses [chat only], neither seeing others’ posts nor others seeing hers.

Those who can see hers include Zhen Hao, Molly, Ning Hao, Duan Feifan, and others she frequently contacts but won’t use the photo to make issues, trustworthy people.

Hua Yan actually doesn’t like celebrating the New Year, because it’s too lonely. She can’t even remember which Chinese New Year this is that Ling Yao has spent with her.

So in her heart, she’s long placed him in the same position as Ning Hao.

After eating and drinking to satisfaction, the two felt a bit stuffed, unplugged the power, and rubbed their somewhat swollen temples.

"Let’s go, take a stroll, and walk off the food,"

Ling Yao naturally had no objection, so the two both put on hoodies, wore hats, and low-key left the hotel.

On New Year’s Eve, Hengdian street, nearly every shop was closed, even the mall had hastily closed at eight to go home for the New Year.

Luckily the streetlights were still on, occasionally a few cars sped by, seemingly rushing home for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Hua Yan embraced Ling Yao’s sturdy arm, tilted her head on it, shuffled her feet faintly, and sighed softly.

"The streets and alleys now give me an end-of-the-world feeling. Does your Demon Clan have such significant holidays?"

Ling Yao looked down at the little head drooping on his shoulder and gently shook his head.

"The Demon Clan is similar to animals, only excited during mating season."

Hua Yan’s proactive closeness made Ling Yao’s heart beat wildly, especially her fragrance occasionally wafting over, causing his mind to wander. The two were, in theory, quite familiar; such intimate gestures, not to mention he often did them as Doudou, you see now, she naturally didn’t treat him as a regular opposite sex.

At the mention of mating season, Hua Yan defensively lifted her head, instinctively wanting to move away. Ling Yao, seemingly anticipating, directly grabbed her head and pulled her back into his embrace.

"What’s wrong, do you think I could really take advantage of you? Look how scared you are!"

Hua Yan was forced to be held, feeling a bit uneasy: "Let me go, "

"I’m not letting go; look at this road, just the two of us, can’t I be romantic a bit? We’re both abandoned, pitiful people, "