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

Before we knew it, it was evening.

The sun was no longer so scorching, and the sea breeze became lazy.

After walking through the villa courtyard and returning to the living room, the air conditioning was on full blast, and a cool breeze swept over me, instantly dispelling the summer heat.

Yan Lei sat on the living room sofa, a thermos on the coffee table, and a magazine of unknown origin spread out in front of him.

Hearing the voice, he looked up: "Oh? You're finally back? How was your time?"

"This is really good!" Xia Ziyi was the first to rush into the living room, holding a small tin can in her hand. "Teacher Yan, this is the tea we bought for you."

Yan Lei took the small tin can, opened it, and sniffed it closely: "Hmm, although it's not West Lake Longjing tea, the aroma is quite nice."

"You're so kind," he said, giving a smile that suggested an elder to a younger person.

"Why isn't Shen Han here?" Xia Ziyi looked around the customer area and noticed that someone was missing.

"Oh, Xiao Shen." Yan Lei picked up his thermos and shook his head. "He doesn't seem to be feeling well; he hasn't left his room much all day."

"Sigh." He sighed deeply, his tone carrying a hint of elder's concern, "I'm telling you young people, you really need to train yourselves more."

"I often go for a morning run, so even though I got caught in the rain yesterday, I was still full of energy," he said with considerable pride.

"You've probably forgotten why you stayed in the villa and didn't go out today..." Cheng Che muttered to himself, without saying it aloud.

After a day of walking around outside, it's inevitable to break a sweat.

Since it was a free day, all four of them naturally returned to their rooms, intending to take a shower first.

……

A dozen minutes later, Cheng Che dried his hair and was replying to various messages on his phone.

After an afternoon of fermentation, the topic of "Cheng Che is Zero" has completely exploded in popularity.

Editor Deadly Blade, authors on the Chinese website, and countless readers of the site all sent him warm greetings.

One of them, a middle-aged balding writer in his thirties and also a writer of dark gold fiction, tagged him in the writers' group with immense sorrow—

"@Zero, holy crap, Zero, you're more than ten years younger than me?"

"I always thought you were a balding, pot-bellied guy about my age!"

"And now you're telling me you're a tall, handsome, musically gifted college student who got selected for variety shows and hangs out with celebrities every day?"

"I fucking can't accept this!!!!"

666 is indeed a scholar; even his adjectives are very literary, and he's also quite pot-bellied.

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then popped up in the group chat and sent two words.

Zero: Read.

The group chat page, which was scrolling continuously, suddenly seemed to freeze for a moment, and then more than a dozen messages appeared instantly.

This time, Cheng Che chose not to read it at all and simply logged out.

He then opened the chat window of his loyal "believer"—Deadly Blade.

The first and second messages were sent at 10:41 this morning.

Deadly Blade: Master Zero, do you know? I'm dying of laughter. I was just sneaking a peek at "Wandering Diary" when I was taking a break. It was my first time watching it, and as soon as I started watching, I found that some viewers were guessing that the guest named Cheng Che was you.

Deadly Blade: By the way, it seems that several celebrities on this show are your readers? Zero, you're still too authoritative.

The third and fourth messages were sent at 11:27 AM.

Deadly Blade: ? ? ? Not Zero-sama, huh? ? ?

Deadly Blade: I'm so fast!! ? ?

Several messages successfully amused Cheng Che.

He replied briefly, was about to log out and go downstairs, when he suddenly saw a new message notification on his WeChat account—a friend request.

The profile picture is a Maine Coon cat, and the username is... Xiaotian Dawang?

Note: I am King Xiaotian

Cheng Che chuckled again and accepted the friend request.

King Oda: Hello, I am King Oda.

Oda: Huh? You agreed so quickly?

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then typed on the keyboard and began the following conversation—

Cheng Che: Xiaotian?

Oda-sama: It's me!

Cheng Che: Oh, how can you prove you're Xiao Tian? After all, I didn't give her my WeChat.

Oda: Do I need to prove it?

Cheng Che: Of course! Otherwise, how would I know if you're a human or a ghost? What if you're here to scam money?

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a message:

King Xiaotian: Video.mp4.

The video shows Tian Xiwei wearing a pale yellow furniture dress, with the background decorated exactly like her current room.

In the video, she looks at the camera, blinks, and asks, "Does this prove it?"

"You're being a bit too honest, girl..." Cheng Che rubbed his forehead and replied honestly.

……

Cheng Che: That's fine.

Cheng Che: By the way, where did you get my WeChat?

In the next room, Tian Xiwei looked down at Cheng Che's reply, scratched her cheek, and tapped her phone screen.

King Xiaotian: My agent arranged it; she insisted that I add you.

Cheng Che: Huh?

Xiao Tian Da Wang: She wants me to ask you if you have any plans to sign with an entertainment company. If so, after the show is finished, would you like to consider our company?

Oda: If I really don't want to, but just meeting up for a chat and having a meal with you is fine too.

After Cheng Che's disguise was exposed at noon, Tian Xiwei's agent "went completely crazy" and called her more than a dozen times while she was taking a shower.

Tell her to immediately, right now, at this moment, to extend an invitation to Cheng Che.

Even if we don't want to sign a contract, it's always good to meet up, have a meal, and make friends!

Considering that it was a live broadcast, and Wang Zheng had mentioned this matter before, it was somewhat inappropriate to invite him directly on camera.

So, the agent somehow managed to get Cheng Che's WeChat ID for her.

After sending that message, Tian Xiwei immediately added another sentence—

……

Oda: Of course, I'm just passing on a message. If you're not interested, you can ignore her.

"What the hell is it that you can just ignore her... Who are you on anyway?" Cheng Che was both amused and exasperated.

But signing with an entertainment company... he stroked his chin.

Personally, he's not really interested in signing with a company and becoming an artist.

Anyone who has traveled through time and become a celebrity knows that you can never have any expectations of capital.

Especially the capital in the entertainment industry.

He may be willing to help the original owner fulfill his dream, but if it affects his happy life, he can let it go.

He thought about it and gave a reply.

Cheng Che: We can talk about it, but I'm not really keen on signing with a company.

Cheng Che: I'm a lazy dog ​​who craves freedom. Unless you offer me exceptionally generous terms, I probably won't be tempted.

Cheng Che: After all, as you know, I have a certain status in the online literature circle, I'm not short of money, and I'm not short of fame either.

Cheng Che's request was simple: to get to know each other, that was fine; and if there was any need in the future, to collaborate on songs or something, that was all possible.

But you can't take away my freedom.

What? You're asking him what qualifications an ordinary person has to negotiate a collaboration with an entertainment company?

All Cheng Che can say is that he had already been in the top ten trending searches before entering the entertainment industry.

What's more, his mind is filled with countless wonderful things from another world!

We need to be more assertive so as not to embarrass our fellow time travelers.

Oda-sama: Understood!

Oda-sama: The kitten salutes.jpg.