Chapter 323: The Second Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 323: The Second Day in the Entertainment World

The point wasn't the lines—it was what all three scenes had in common: this character got his ass kicked in every single one.

Beaten up by the male lead—this righteous, kung-fu-master protagonist—in all kinds of ways.

Just nonstop punches and kicks, all to give the audience that raw, bone-crunching satisfaction.

Normally, in acting, fake fighting is the standard—you've got camera tricks, stunt doubles, special effects, all that stuff.

But a little while back, the original host had overheard Deng Yingrui huddled off to the side, whispering with the director and the guy playing the male lead.

Deng Yingrui was rubbing his hands together, all smiles and sycophantic energy: "Director Wang, Teacher Hu, our An Yi—I'm telling you—is nothing if not dedicated! For the sake of the drama, when we shoot those fight scenes later, I say... we make it real! Yeah, real hits! That way it'll look way more authentic! He's young, a little pain won't kill him—think of it as training!"

"He said so himself!"

The actor playing the male lead looked a little hesitant, but the director shot Deng Yingrui a glance, nodded knowingly, and muttered vaguely: "Mm, well, if he said so himself... then let's just see how the actor does in the moment."

The original host had been standing in the corner the whole time, listening to this, his heart sinking.

He wasn't stupid—he knew this had nothing to do with dedication or training. This was straight-up bullying—a setup by Deng Yingrui and the crew to force him into submission and suck up to that Mr. Yang.

Using physical pain and humiliation to crush whatever pathetic resistance he had left.

An Yi: "...I'm speechless."

Going through all this trouble to pull off such shady tricks just to force an artist into sleeping with someone—absolutely disgusting.

An Yi lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and already had a plan forming.

He thought back to what the original host knew about Sparkle Star Entertainment, then pulled out the original host's phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and started browsing.

First, he looked up how big Sparkle Star Entertainment was.

The page loaded, and the company's official intro looked flashy enough—a long roster of signed artists, including a few recognizable A-listers, B-listers, and C-listers, with business covering film and TV production, artist management, music distribution, and more.

It did look like a company with some real weight and size in the industry.

He also checked out things like the company's assets.

"Mediocre." An Yi gave a two-word verdict—couldn't tell if it was a compliment or a diss.

Then, naturally, he started thinking about what he should do in this world.

The original host's dream was clear and ambitious—to become a dual-threat superstar in both film and music.

But what about himself?

An Yi tilted his head slightly: "Singing... that could work." He murmured under his breath.

Music hits straight at the soul. No matter the world or the civilization, melody and rhythm just resonate.

He did have some genuine interest in exploring that space.

The weird melodies from other worlds in his memories seemed like they could find some interesting crossover points in this world's music scene.

As for acting—forget it. He shot that half down almost immediately. It didn't suit him, and he had zero interest.

He knew exactly who he was.

Acting... nah, hard pass.

Just then, a faint groan rose from the floor.

Deng Yingrui seemed to be coming to—eyelids twitching, pained whimpers leaking out of his nose.

An Yi didn't even look up, still glued to his phone screen, and just kicked out.

Deng Yingrui was out cold again.

An Yi sighed: "Woke up that fast? Pretty durable."

Not that he'd even used any real force.

An Yi's gaze lingered on the unconscious Deng Yingrui for less than a second. With a flicker of thought, Deng Yingrui's figure vanished into thin air.

He straightened his T-shirt, pushed open the storage room door, ignored the stares from a few crew members outside, and walked straight off the set.

The sunlight outside was nice, carrying that early summer warmth, spilling across the streets of the studio town.

An Yi didn't care how the little production would react, or whether they'd be scrambling over losing an "Attendant A."

A few steps, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already out of the studio town.

He strolled along the slightly noisy streets, looking relaxed, taking his time.

Passing by a little neighborhood convenience store, he spotted a yellow Chinese village dog napping by the entrance.

The dog looked friendly, its fur gleaming with a healthy shine in the sun.

An Yi walked over, crouched down in front of it, and reached out to give it a light pat.

His touch was gentle, but as he pulled his hand back, his fingertips quietly picked up a few strands of naturally shed dog hair.

"Good boy." He said with a smile, warm as a spring breeze.

The dog startled awake, looked up at An Yi, and nuzzled its head against his palm, letting out a happy whimper: "Woof~"

An Yi smiled—a bright, clean smile that even made the shop owner, who was just coming out of the store, stop for a second.

"This dog's really friendly." The owner said.

The owner was a plain-looking middle-aged guy, chuckling: "Ah Huang here's got a good temperament—wags his tail at everyone. You look new around here, kid—here filming?"

A guy this good-looking had to be a celebrity!

He'd never seen a star this handsome before!

"Mm, something like that." An Yi replied, stood up, went inside to grab two ham sausages, peeled them, and fed them to Ah Huang.

Watching Ah Huang wag its tail happily as it ate, a trace of amusement flickered in his eyes.

So cute.

After exchanging a few casual words with the owner, An Yi got up and left, heading toward the Sparkle Star Entertainment building where the original host was signed.

He didn't walk fast—strolling leisurely, taking in this unfamiliar world.

By the time he reached the base of the Sparkle Star building, the sky was already tinged with a soft orange glow—it was evening.

He was about to step into the company's main entrance when the phone in his pocket rang.

It was an unknown number.

An Yi slightly raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

"An Yi! Where the hell are you?! Are you blowing off the shoot? Huh?! The whole crew is waiting on you! You think you're too good for this? If you don't want the role, then get the hell out! Plenty of people would kill for that role!"

An irate male voice blasted through the phone, apparently some low-level crew boss, his tone dripping with impatience and condescension.

An Yi said, "Idiot."

Then he took the phone away from his ear, tapped the screen a few times, and blocked the number.

The world was peaceful again.

He put the phone back in his pocket and was about to continue into the company building when he paused mid-step.

He cocked his head, as if listening for something.

Faint sounds, imperceptible to most people, trickled into his ears like a gentle stream.

He heard, from an office on a high floor, a voice the original owner of this body recognized, speaking with a relaxed smile, instructing a driver to prepare the car.

That was Lu Wenshi, the boss of Sparkle Star Entertainment.

An Yi changed direction and headed toward the entrance of the underground parking lot beside the building.