Now that you're a top star, can't you enjoy life a little?

Yu Huaihong, who had finally found herself moved, was now utterly defeated.

However, he is not a vengeful person.

After using both hands and the soles of my shoes to half-push and half-kick the other person out of the room, the matter was over.

Back in the room, he first opened one of the suitcases that Feng Fu had brought.

What catches the eye are neatly folded clothes, from innerwear to outerwear, all categorized and organized in a very orderly manner.

In one of the compartments, there were several pairs of dark underwear. Further down, there was even a large down jacket.

Yu Huai looked completely bewildered. Had Feng Fu lost his mind?

This trip is to Guizhou Province, not Antarctica, so why would we need this?

However, a moment later he realized that he had misunderstood the other person.

Because there was a white sticky note stuck to the down jacket.

[If you need to climb a mountain for filming, and it's cold at the summit, you can wear this.]

The handwriting is strong and vigorous, with powerful strokes, suggesting that its owner must be a person of unwavering determination.

However, Yu Huai found it difficult to associate the handwriting before him with Feng Fu's shameless old man.

Most importantly, that old Deng was so meticulous?

The thought of Feng Fu writing the note with such tenderness and care and then sticking it on his down jacket sent a chill down his spine.

Old Feng, he shouldn't be from Sichuan or Chongqing, right?

Uh ~

Feeling disgusted by the image he was imagining, he quickly banished it from his mind and opened the next suitcase.

They also failed to notice that, judging from the fabric and texture of these clothes, they were absolutely high-end goods. It was impossible for an agent like Feng Fu to spend this much money to prepare these for him.

Of course, even if he noticed, he would assume it was paid for under official accounts and wouldn't care.

The second suitcase no longer contained clothes, but rather a small amount of bottles and jars of cosmetics, and a large portion of... snacks?

Sunflower seeds, dried meat, boneless chicken feet, rice seasoning...

Isn't it said that celebrities have to control their figure?

Why would they prepare so many snacks? They must be worried he won't be able to get used to the local food.

On top of the pile of snacks, there was a book.

It's not a new book; it looks like it's been read many times.

Yu Huai was about to casually toss it aside, but when he saw the book's title, his pupils contracted.

"Let Love Continue to the End"

Although his memories of his past life's entertainment works were faint due to the influence of "divine will," he had a deep impression of this name.

Could it be that besides myself, there are predecessors from the same planet in this world?

He quickly opened it and looked through it.

After about ten minutes, he roughly understood the story framework of the novel.

The novel tells the story of a pair of childhood sweethearts who move to another city because their parents are working elsewhere. What follows is a series of tedious squabbles, misunderstandings, and breakups and reconciliations.

In the end, the woman remained single her whole life, while the man married and had children. It wasn't until he was sixty years old that he received an unsigned letter containing only a yellowed old photograph. The photograph showed only half of a young girl, and on the back was a line that read: "Carry on with love to the end."

"What kind of trashy sentimental literature is this?"

Why did Feng Fu, that old man, prepare such a book for himself?

What does it mean?

He was just about to throw the book into the trash can when there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Knock knock."

Hearing the knocking, the image of that fat "Bo Gang" face from that afternoon popped into my mind again.

Yu Huai was terrified. He didn't care about the book anymore and threw it into his suitcase. He held his breath and tiptoed to the door, peering through the peephole.

The agent's large face came into view.

"Yu Huai, open the door, Feng Fu."

"Click."

The door opened, and Yu Huai rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Feng Fu, let me tell you, I'll let it go this time, but if you curse at me again next time, I'll have to settle the score for those two hundred yuan tea money."

Feng Fu was completely bewildered.

I only said three words, six characters in total. Where did I swear?

next second.

"That's my name! My name! My parents worked tirelessly, day and night, to give me this name! It's not a swear word!"

"Fine, fine, fine." Yu Huai waved his hand dismissively, "What do you want from me? Did you come all this way just to confirm if I ran away or not?"

No, no.

Just by chance.

Feng Fu said, "I came to tell you that I just sent Director Wang Yiyuan's information to your phone."

"Including his representative works, when he first won an award, his usual habits and hobbies, etc."

"I'm meeting Director Wang tomorrow, so doing some preparation beforehand will make it easier to gain his approval. If I win his favor, getting a role in one of his movies will be a piece of cake..."

"Okay, no problem," Yu Huai agreed with a smile.

Feng Fu had originally intended to continue persuading him, but now he simply stopped.

So straightforward?

"Then... I won't bother you anymore?"

Yu Huai said, "Go ahead."

After closing the door again, Yu Huai went straight to the bedside and leaped onto the soft bed.

As for Director Wang's information, I'll say it again: I promised to look at Yu Huai just now, what does it have to do with him now?

Why would I look at an old man's information?

After lying down for a while and feeling a bit short of breath, he rolled over and lay sprawled on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Suddenly, he remembered that there was some rare item lying in his system inventory.

You've used it.

Change your "small-farmer" habits, starting today!

Remember your life motto: Change your habit of eating staple foods, and you can get full even with lobster!

What you think about comes true.

Just as he thought of this, a voice rang in his ears.

【Advanced Task in the Business System: Recognition from Industry Leaders】

To become a big star, besides having exceptional talent, the help of influential figures is also essential. Please complete the advanced task: Gaining the appreciation of industry leaders.

[Rewards: Sales card, Dream-like Sage]

Yu Huai ignored the system's barking.

I have absolutely no interest in any task rewards.

What sales card? It's obviously a reward related to money, and he doesn't need it now.

As for that nonsensical thing at the end, it was even less appealing.

He silently opened his personal inventory, clicked on the [Song World Experience Coupon], ignored the system's warning "This item is precious, use with caution," and directly confirmed the use.

The moment he pressed the confirm button, his consciousness began to plummet.

and many more.

What kind of world is this?!

Yu Huai realized he had made a mistake.

Normal songs are fine, but what if you suddenly have to listen to some kind of animal world theme song and dress up as a monkey, the kind of song where all you do is grin and laugh like an idiot all day?

This is not bad.

If it turns into a dog, then does the phrase "devil" then take on a physical meaning...?

He suddenly wanted to shout "Cancel, I'm not going!" but he couldn't utter a single note.

The pale white passage filled his consciousness. He could only feel himself moving rapidly, unable to do anything, and unaware of the passage of time.

It felt like a moment, yet also like a long time. When his consciousness returned, he suddenly realized that his memory seemed to be malfunctioning.

He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

……