I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

After leaving the old camphor tree, Cheng Che was dragged into a clothing rental shop by Tian Xiwei.

After exchanging a few words with the landlady and paying the rent, Tian Xiwei picked out two sets of clothes without waiting for Cheng Che's consent.

The two changed their clothes and met at the store entrance.

Cheng Che wore a black stand-up collar Chinese Tang suit with silver bamboo embroidery on the body, paired with black trousers, and his temperament unexpectedly appeared somewhat refined.

Tian Xiwei wore a moon-white Hanfu with flowing long sleeves, simple and elegant, and her long black hair was tied back with a plain hairpin.

"...Whoever you are, get off my Grandpa Zero right now!"

[Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse... Che Ge's versatility is still too high, as was also recorded in "5 Happy Haha".]

[Xiaotian is like a fairy, like a heroine from a classical Jiangnan poem!]

I support Che-ge writing a poem for Xiao-tian! With his writing skills, it shouldn't be difficult, right?

Tian Xiwei looked Cheng Che up and down, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Hmm, it doesn't look like a demon anymore; it has a more scholarly and literary feel to it."

She felt that her taste in clothes was absolutely impeccable!

"Is it possible that I was originally a scholar?" Cheng Che protested.

Are online novel authors not authors?

That's discrimination!

"But you lack the integrity of a scholar," Tian Xiwei complained. "Scholars value integrity and uprightness; they wouldn't lie to others every day to read tragic novels."

"...!?" Cheng Che's eyes widened in surprise.

I'm super?

Absolutely irrefutable!

Tian Xiwei then went into a general store and picked out an oil-paper umbrella.

The umbrella ribs are made of bamboo, the canopy is plain white, and the edge is adorned with a ring of pale pink peach petals. When opened, the thin canopy is slightly translucent.

Tian Xiwei held up the umbrella, twirled around, and her moon-white skirt and the plain white umbrella swirled open together, fluttering in the wind.

She stopped and turned to look at Cheng Che.

"Is it pretty?"

"It looks great." Cheng Che gave the highest praise a man could give.

Tian Xiwei hummed, as if she was satisfied, but also as if she was dissatisfied.

"Now you can hold up an oil-paper umbrella and wander through the long, desolate rainy alley," Cheng Che said casually.

Tian Xiwei tilted her head, a look of confusion flashing in her big eyes: "What are you babbling about?"

"I suddenly thought of a modern poem," Cheng Che said truthfully.

"Read it to me!"

"No, it's so shameful."

"Oh?" Tian Xiwei squinted at him.

So even someone like you who talks nonsense all day can feel ashamed!

She didn't press the matter further—mainly because she also felt that reciting modern poetry in the street was indeed a bit shameful...

But it doesn't matter. Even if she doesn't want to read it, she'll find a way to get Cheng Che to write that poem out sooner or later.

Isn't it easy for her, Xiao Tian Da Wang, to handle Cheng Che?

As for now...

"Let's go take a boat!"

After walking for a while, we arrived at the dock where we boarded the covered boats.

Cheng Che boarded the boat first, then turned around and reached out to help Tian Xiwei.

Her fingers rested on Cheng Che's palm, the touch cool, fleeting like a dragonfly skimming the water.

She sat down at the bow of the boat, placing her oil-paper umbrella beside her, her moon-white skirt spreading out on the deck.

Cheng Che sat down next to her.

The boatman rowed at the stern, the sound of rushing water creating ripples on the calm surface.

The sky darkened at some point.

In the hazy, gray world, a light autumn rain suddenly began to fall.

Fine, continuous raindrops fell from the sky, creating ripples on the water's surface.

Pedestrians on both sides of the river quickly took shelter under the eaves, and some people on the second floor of the teahouse closed their small windows.

Raindrops slid down the boat awning, weaving a shimmering curtain around the boat.

Tian Xiwei held onto the gunwale with one hand and rested her face on the other, turning her head to look out at the rain curtain.

Cheng Che watched her look at the rain, noticing her cheeks being slightly pressed together and her long eyelashes fluttering gently. His heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He suddenly realized that he might be a little slow on the uptake.

Huh? Maybe he's actually a sentimental person, because he inexplicably had the urge to count her eyelashes.

This was a completely new discovery; he had always thought of himself as an abstract thinker.

Of course, no one says that abstraction and warmth cannot coexist, although it's true that one usually can't afford to be warm when being abstract.

On another note, why did he have to mutter so many meaningless ramblings in his mind amidst such a quiet and beautiful scene?

Well... to put it bluntly, he was a little flustered.

Why are you staring at me?

Without turning her head, Tian Xiwei suddenly said something that startled Cheng Che.

Damn it, how did you know I was looking at you without even turning your head?

"Of course I guessed!" Tian Xiwei said with a sly smile.

"Can you read minds?" Cheng Che was shocked.

"No, it's just that it's easy to guess what you're thinking." Tian Xiwei said with a hint of smugness.

"It's actually just a spell of words, isn't it?" Cheng Che said warily.

All the guesses are nonsense; the truth is that she possesses a Word of Power that allows her to read minds.

He has always believed that superheroes exist in this world, just as he believes that Ultraman exists!

"Alright, since you've found out, I won't hide it anymore." Tian Xiwei crossed her arms. "Let me read what you're thinking right now."

"I guess..." she squinted, "you're planning to sing for me now, aren't you?"

Completely wrong... Under Cheng Che's superb anti-gank awareness, those four words almost slipped out.

Fortunately, he wasn't Chu Zihang; he hadn't yet reached the point where he needed a girl to teach him step by step.

He knew that Tian Xiwei wasn't really trying to guess his thoughts, but rather... wanted to hear him sing?

It's no challenge for him at all!

"...What song do you want to hear?" Cheng Che asked.

"You can sing something that suits the occasion."

"There are no instruments for you to play here, so I'll just check your singing skills!" Tian Xiwei made a request like a lord.

"As you wish."

Cheng Che took a deep breath and picked a song that couldn't be more fitting for the occasion.

"The wind becomes sticky here, clinging to the thoughts of passersby."

"The rain here weaves into threads, entangling us as we linger in this mortal world."

His voice sounded clean in the rain; there was no accompaniment, only the patter of the rain keeping time for him.

"Having you by my side is fate; fate is written on the Stone of Three Incarnations."

"If love has even a tiny bit of sweetness, I'd rather be buried in that very spot."

Tian Xiwei rested her face on her hands, her eyes shining brighter than the entire autumn waters of Jiangnan, and her earlobes were subtly tinged with a peach-blossom pink.

"Circles and circles, day after day, year after year, I gaze intently at your face."

"A gentle anger, a gentle reproach—"

"We who do not understand the torment of love, hate, and passion thought that love was as fickle as the wind and clouds."

"To believe in love for one day is worth more than forever; in that instant, time stands still..."

The rain pattered softly as the covered boat, laden with mist and rain, drifted into the depths of the waterway.