She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 964 - 841: Super Star 15
"No, my dear young master, how could I dare to dislike you? It’s just that I haven’t found my footing yet. If I were a big shot, I wouldn’t even blink, but right now, I’m only a barely-known director. You see, out of all the professions, why do you have to be an actor?"
Yao Ling looked exasperated with his bewitching fox eyes: "If not an actor, then what should I do? A model? Hmm, right, what do you think about being a male model?"
Liang An felt like he shot himself in the foot. If it weren’t for his impure bloodline, he wouldn’t be in this humble position. With this master’s temperament, he could cause havoc anywhere. He doesn’t mind, but the problem is his family stands behind this master. If his older brother discovers this, wouldn’t it be...
Liang An didn’t dare to think further, and his hesitant look only invited Yao Ling’s sarcastic expression.
"So, have you weighed the pros and cons? Do you dare to support me? Just say the word!"
"And, don’t act so spineless, okay? After all, I am the legitimate second young master of the Fox Clan, not some illegitimate child sneaking around. Don’t underestimate Yaqing; he doesn’t disdain using underhanded tactics but is stronger than me. Now that I’ve been relegated due to causing trouble, my abilities are limited. Do you think he will strike? At most, he might create some difficulties to keep me from going back for a while. He wouldn’t stoop to assassination; if he wanted to kill me, he could do so openly before inheriting the grand hall, why bother with such petty actions behind my back?"
However, Liang An wasn’t as optimistic as Yao Ling. In his view, the fight for dominance has always been paved with blood. He wonders where Yao Ling got such confidence!
There’s one thing he’s right about: Yaqing is stronger. If he wanted to destroy him, he could easily do it in minutes.
If it were just that, it would be fine. The fear is that he doesn’t act that way, but rather tortures you, first mentally, then physically, and finally...
At the thought of a smiling fox’s face, Liang An shivered, shook his head to snap out of it, and raised his head only to see Yao Ling glaring at him displeased: "Unwilling? Haha, I’ll make you beg to sign with me, don’t regret it!"
With a proud stride of his long legs, Yao Ling left, leaving Liang An stunned, unsure of what to do.
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During winter break, Hua Yan practiced piano, advanced, attended piano lessons, bought groceries to cook delicious meals, created graphics for Weibo, and occasionally responded to fan messages.
Recently, her Weibo followers have exceeded eighty thousand, which is not a slow pace. Mainly because she is a food blogger, travel blogger, and also a novelist. With two published works, she is unstoppable right now, and her valuable Weibo content is booming, so the rapid increase in followers is reasonable.
All her eighty thousand followers are active; she hasn’t bought any fake ones.
The second novel is already finished; she didn’t rush to start a new one but instead used her free time to filter the published manuscript.
Publication has its requirements, including word count limits, so she needs to re-edit and archive.
Whether it’s novels, blogs, or Weibo, her appearance, identity, and age remain a mystery.
But fans can feel her personality and style through her gentle and flowing writing. Of course, there are some lively trolls occasionally, and for such people, she uniformly blocks and deletes them, keeping herself free from trouble. Just like on the novel message board, it’s the same.
After a semester of understanding, she found that the kids at good schools are different, especially those in Beijing—they are sunny, confident, and excel in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor skills. The kids from affluent families are plentiful, and because of these external conditions, the school’s New Year’s gala has become a talent show battleground for these kids.
Really, if you don’t have any skills, you’re embarrassed to go on stage.
Because she’s not the only one in the class who can play the piano, the teacher eventually used a method of playing on stage to pick the person with the most votes to accompany the class choir, and she accidentally won.
The most exaggerated part is, when their class performs, they never use the original soundtrack but have their classmates perform with various musical instruments. For this, their class’s literature and arts committee member even invited his private tutor to help them out at school, which came at a high cost. Yet, he wasn’t short on money, was beautiful, and enthusiastic, making Hua Yan appear more low-key by comparison.
