A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

The sun and moon revolve, spring goes and winter comes.

As the calendar pages were torn away, a whole year had passed in the blink of an eye.

The once-naive boy has gradually shed his childishness, and the contours of his eyebrows and eyes have slowly matured.

That stunning face still drew whispers of admiration and curiosity from onlookers, but everyone had grown accustomed to this unique sight on campus.

"Little friend, your lips look purple. Is it a heart problem? I happen to know how to take care of it. Want to add me on WeChat?"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl held up her phone, smiling broadly.

She watched Shen Ye warming up on the track and kept exclaiming in her heart, "How can there be such a handsome little brother!"

Although she still has some childlike qualities, that's just right.

She loves playing simulation games.

"You can't outrun me, do you believe that?" Shen Ye smirked and pointed at the person.

Without waiting for the other person to continue speaking, he ran away as fast as the wind.

Seriously, how annoying! They always bother me while I'm running.

Shen Ye was very distressed.

Every day when I go out, I encounter all sorts of weirdos who ask for my WeChat or QQ number.

Don't you know that minors can't do this?

Next time, I'll just get an electric shock.

Our little robot is still the cutest.

Shen Ye glanced at the stone steps out of the corner of his eye.

Mu Jinghuan sat quietly in her usual spot, her legs together and her hands resting on her knees.

She was wearing a beige tracksuit, and her hair was much longer than before, draped obediently over her shoulders.

Her face also started to change from round to oval, making her a natural beauty.

The only downside is that it's too dull.

Seeing Shen Ye looking in her direction, she immediately raised her hand and waved.

Shen Ye waved in response.

After finishing his run, he went straight to the other person and sat down.

The little robot handed him a water cup that had been prepared beforehand, and then took out a clean white towel from its pocket to wipe his sweat.

This is the tacit understanding that the two have developed over the past three years.

"Which school are you planning to go to?" Shen Ye took a sip of water.

"I don't know, let's see what you're doing, sister." Mu Jinghuan focused on wiping Shen Ye's sweat, gently patting him with the towel in her hand.

The little robot can now communicate normally with him, and it no longer talks to itself like before.

Of course, this only applies to Shen Ye and Mu Jingyan.

Others should ignore it as they see fit.

Mu Jingyan said she would try to solve some problems, but as things stand, she is still somewhat powerless.

"I plan to go to Huiwen Middle School," Shen Ye said.

"I heard that the teaching there is excellent, the facilities are complete, and the college entrance examination pass rate is the highest in the city."

"Of course, the most important thing is that we are not forced to stay at school. We can go home whenever we want, and the school ends half an hour earlier than other schools."

Shen Ye listed the school's advantages, seemingly quite satisfied with his choice.

Mu Jinghuan listened quietly until Shen Ye finished speaking, then she blurted out:

"Brother Shen Ye, did you take money from the admissions office?"

Shen Ye choked.

"You little rascal, you've learned to joke with me now, haven't you?" He patted Mu Jinghuan's head, both amused and exasperated.

"My name is Little Machine, and my name is Mu Jinghuan," Little Machine emphasized.

"I understand, little robot," Shen Ye said with a smile.

Mu Jinghuan puffed out her cheeks.

......

After finishing his exams, Shen Ye found himself in a state of idleness.

After saying goodbye to Mu Jinghuan, he didn't go straight home, but instead went to a nearby shop with a sign that read "Mysterious Old Man".

"Hello, I'd like a fried chicken combo meal and a box of egg tarts."

Lin Chunuan specifically asked him to bring the egg tarts.

"Okay." The receptionist took out the barcode scanner.

He opened his phone to pay, but someone else beat him to it.

"Little friend, this meal is on me."

Shen Ye turned his head and saw a man dressed in trendy clothes.

Despite wearing sunglasses, the man's burning gaze was almost palpable.

He worked as a talent scout for eight years and discovered many popular teenage idols.

But the twelve-year-old boy in front of me has a textbook-perfect face for being photogenic—his bone structure and skin are flawless, and he has a natural charisma just by standing there. He is an absolutely rare and top-notch talent!

He had even planned out his branding strategy in his mind, and his debut project proposal was already being generated automatically.

Shen Ye immediately guessed what the other party did.

"Really, Uncle? But I eat more, this isn't enough." He tilted his head, a naive and harmless smile on his face.

"Really! Order whatever you like!" The man waved his hand generously, exuding an air of magnanimity.

It's just a KFC meal.

He'd be willing to pay for a hundred meals if he could just get this kid into the company!

Then Shen Ye showed him what the wickedness of society really meant.

He doesn't order set meals; he orders everything à la carte.

Chicken wings, fries, burgers, and egg tarts are available as à la carte.

They even ordered the Coke separately!

He ordered everything on the menu that caught his eye, totaling nearly a dozen items.

The uncle wearing trendy clothes had his fingers shaking when he paid.

"Uncle, are you sick? Why are your hands shaking?" Shen Ye looked up and asked with concern.

"Ha...haha, it's nothing, it's an old problem..." the man forced a smile.

The two carried two large trays full of food back to their seats, and Shen Ye started eating without any hesitation.

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat: "Ahem, little one, are you a fan of celebrities?"

"I won't chase." Shen Ye didn't even look up, busy dealing with the hamburger in his hand.

"Oh, he's still young, it's normal not to pursue her." The man chuckled dryly, then probed from a different angle, "So what do you think of those celebrities on TV? Aren't they very handsome and beautiful?"

"I don't feel anything." Shen Ye took a sip of his cola through the straw.

"..."

Why is it so hard to chew?

The man clicked his tongue inwardly, wiped the sweat from his brow, and decided to cut to the chase: "So...would you like to be like those celebrities, with lots of people caring about you every day, and earning a lot of money?"

"In no mood."

"..."

"Young man," the man took a deep breath, finally unable to hold back any longer, and pulled a business card from his pocket, slamming it on the table with a "thud," "I'll be frank, I'm a full-time talent scout for Shengxing Media."

He leaned forward, staring into Shen Ye's eyes: "Your looks are exceptionally striking. On behalf of our company, I'm willing to train you to become a top-tier star. All training fees will be waived."

"You might not have any idea about these things, I suggest you go back and discuss it with your parents—they will definitely agree."

Shen Ye finally finished the hamburger in his hand.

He wiped his mouth, slowly let out a burp, then put the untouched egg tarts back into the box and stood up.

"no."

"Why?" the man asked anxiously, standing up. "It's better to let your parents decide!"

"Then you'll have to figure out how to talk to them yourself."

"And I'm going to a place to work as a mercenary." Shen Ye said without changing his expression.

"Hired mercenaries?" The man stared, his mouth agape as if he'd heard something utterly unbelievable. "Where would you find mercenaries your age?!"

"Asara," Shen Ye said seriously, brushing the bread crumbs off his clothes, "My teammate Uluru is still waiting for me."

After saying that, he took the egg tart box, pushed open the glass door, and walked out without looking back.

The middle-aged man was left standing there, bewildered.

What is Asara? And what is Uluru?

Am I too old and out of touch with the times?