I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 135 Photography Master Chen

After finishing their fun game with Shuhe, the two went to the hospital, but all they got were some digestive medicines.

In addition, Chen Yan also gave Shu He a card, and at the beginning of each month, he would deposit 50,000 yuan into the card.

Fifty thousand is just a drop in the ocean for him; the monthly returns from stock market predictions alone are at least dozens of times that amount.

Shu He initially wanted to refuse, but under Chen Yan's forceful coercion, she eventually obediently accepted the card.

Over the next few days, Chen Yan maintained an extremely quiet life, providing shooting plans for the signed internet celebrities every day, practicing calligraphy, cultivating relationships with his few "good friends," and occasionally attending a couple of classes.

It's worth mentioning that, as time goes by, although the popularity of the chocolate hip-shaking dance remains high, the rate at which its video ratings rise has slowed down somewhat.

Of course, Chen Yan is already quite satisfied with the current results.

Within a week of its release, the video has garnered over 3000 million views, nearly 800 million likes, and gained almost 500 million new followers.

Of course, after the twerking dance was released, Chen Yan also helped the other party create several video plans in the following days. Although they didn't achieve the same explosive popularity as the twerking dance, they still garnered at least 500,000 likes, with two of them exceeding one million likes. ...

……

"Are you still going out?" Wen Ya asked, looking at Chen Yan who was getting up and getting dressed. "Can't we go tomorrow morning?"

Chen Yan turned around, smiled at Wen Ya, and then kissed her right cheek hard, saying, "There's nothing I can do. I've started a business recently, so there's always a lot going on. Once everything is on track, things will be much easier."

"Starting a business in college?" Wenya was a little surprised, but then she remembered that the other person lived alone in a villa, and her doubts immediately disappeared. She asked, "What industry is it in?"

“MCN stands for influencer training.” Chen Yan didn’t intend to hide it from Wen Ya and said it quite frankly.

"So, you're cultivating internet celebrities? Does that mean you'll have lots of pretty young girls around you?" Wen Ya teased with a smile, though she was a little jealous inside, her smile and tone remained gentle.

"What pretty young girls? Most of them rely on beauty filters and makeup to maintain their looks." Chen Yan looked at Wen Ya, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and continued, "Even the best one among them is far inferior to Sister Wen Ya."

"You're so glib." Wen Ya gently patted Chen Yan's thigh and said reproachfully, but judging from the smile on her face, she was clearly quite pleased with what Chen Yan said.

However, Chen Yan wasn't just boasting; in fact, it was absolutely true.

Wen Ya was already outstanding in appearance, but under the nourishment of Chen Yan's pure yang body, she experienced reverse aging, and her body seemed to have returned to the time when she was 28 years old... when her body and appearance were at their peak.

In Chen Yan's opinion, Wen Ya's current appearance score is definitely over 95 points... Among the girls he knows, only Lin Zhixi can surpass Wen Ya in terms of appearance.

But while plum blossoms may be less white than snow, snow lacks their fragrance. Wen Ya's alluring figure and maternal qualities are something Lin Zhixi cannot match.

"I'm leaving." Chen Yan tucked Wen Ya in, waved, and said, "Go to sleep early, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye." Wenya waved with a smile as she lay on the bed.

With a "thump" as the door slammed shut, Wenya slowly sat up, intending to play on her phone for a while before going to sleep.

However, less than two minutes after she turned on her phone, she suddenly heard a faint footstep outside the room. Then the master bedroom door opened, and a face that looked eight parts like hers appeared in the doorway.

"Xiao Ning, what's wrong? Can't you sleep?" Wen Ya was taken aback, almost thinking that she had been too loud and disturbed Wen Ning's sleep.

As for whether the sound was loud or not... Wenya thought about it carefully, then couldn't help but purse her lips, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Why did he leave today?" Wen Ning walked into the master bedroom, closed the door, and asked curiously, "Didn't you two used to sleep together until dawn?"

"Xiaoyan is currently starting a business and has a lot of things to do. She has to go out tonight."

"Great! I can finally sleep with you tonight, sister!" Wen Ning cheered, and without waiting for Wen Ya to say anything, she lifted the covers and crawled inside.

Wen Ya's expression froze. It's no exaggeration to say that this bed is now a post-war relic. Wen Ning just crawled straight in...

As soon as she got into bed, Wen Ning realized something was wrong.

The moment she got into bed, she felt a warm, moist sensation, as if she were standing by the sea, gazing at the ocean. Moreover, a strong masculine scent enveloped her, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

'How could this be? Chen Yan has already left, so why is this smell still so strong?' Wen Ning rubbed her legs. She had originally wanted to chat with her sister for a while, but now she couldn't even speak properly, so she had to give up on that idea.

"Sis, I feel more at ease sleeping next to you. I'm going to sleep now. Wake me up tomorrow morning." With that, Wen Ning closed her eyes, looking like she was saying, "I'm offline and not accepting communication for now."

Wenya stared at her younger sister, who was pretending to be asleep, and couldn't quite process what was happening for a moment...

Wen Ning had always been very attached to her since they were little, even after she married Zheng Feng. Even when she went home for the Chinese New Year, Wen Ning would always pull her to sleep together...

For some reason, Wen Ya had a strange feeling about Wen Ning this time.

When Chen Yan left Wen Ya's house, he checked his phone and it was already nine o'clock at night.

It's so late at night, Chen Yan naturally wouldn't be busy with his career. The reason he left his warm bed and the soft comfort of Wenya was purely because...

Today is the 12th.

The information he had obtained some time ago resurfaced in his mind.

[At 9:43 PM on April 12th, Shen Shulan encountered an elderly man attempting to stage an accident in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras on Lingyun Road. Because her dashcam was broken, and she had drunk a small glass of alcohol two hours earlier and was unsure if the alcohol had completely worn off, she did not try to call the police, and was ultimately extorted by the elderly man.]

Chen Yan was familiar with Lingyun Road; it was only about two kilometers from the school, and he often passed by there.
After confirming his destination, Chen Yan stepped on the gas and arrived at a parking lot outside the school. Then, he grabbed his camera and walked quickly toward Lingyun Road.

Scumbag Chen is temporarily offline, and photographer Xiao Chen... no, I mean, Master Chen the photographer, is about to take the stage.

……

As Shen Shulan drove, she checked the time. With ten o'clock approaching, she felt a little more anxious.

She had a banquet tonight, and she rarely drank at banquets. However, her assistant drank quite a bit tonight, so she decided to drive over by herself.

Whether it was good luck or not, there weren't many cars on the road today; it could even be described as spacious. However, due to her lack of confidence in her driving skills, Shen Shulan kept her speed at around 40 miles per hour.

But perhaps the overly smooth road conditions made her too comfortable while driving, and her mind unconsciously started to wander to other things.

After being lost in thought for about two seconds, a woman who looked to be in her sixties suddenly came into view...

"Huh?" Shen Shulan was startled and quickly stepped on the brakes, finally stopping the car smoothly a meter or two away from the old lady.

'How can you be distracted while driving?' Shen Shulan scolded herself inwardly, while also feeling somewhat relieved.

If the brakes had been applied even a second slower, the old lady would probably have been hit, and then there would have been a lot of trouble.

However, before Shen Shulan could even relax for two seconds, she saw the old lady, who had been standing perfectly fine, suddenly glance at her twice and then fall down in a rather exaggerated manner.

Shen Shulan: ┗|｀O′|┛

She quickly realized that she seemed to have encountered a staged accident... but at this moment, Shen Shulan still clung to the last glimmer of hope and hurriedly got out of the car to check.

Then, as soon as she got out of the car, she saw a scene that made her extremely depressed.

Perhaps feeling that she hadn't fallen in a good position, the old lady crawled forward a couple more times. When she saw Shen Shulan looking at her, she chuckled and then lay down on the ground, crying out "Ouch, ouch!"

Shen Shulan took a deep breath, looked at the pretentious old lady, calmed herself down, and said coldly, "Old lady, everyone knows what really happened. Don't pretend. The surveillance cameras have captured everything clearly."

The old woman's wailing stopped for about a second or two, and then she glanced at Shen Shulan with some disdain.

She knew this spot all too well; it was right in the blind spot of the surveillance cameras, so they couldn't capture anything... She had tried this spot many times before, but unfortunately, car owners these days are too shrewd. They either slow down as soon as they see someone or have installed dashcams in their cars, so she couldn't extort money from them at all.

This guy drives a nice car today, and his clothes look high-end; he might be a prime target...

"Fifty thousand yuan, I need fifty thousand yuan for medical expenses... Or you can take me to the hospital now, oh dear, my back..."

Seeing that Shen Shulan had no reaction, the old lady wailed even louder, attracting the attention of passersby who were taking a walk.

"Grandma, if you don't get up, then we'll have to call the police." Shen Shulan pretended to take out her phone to make a call, but the old lady was a shrewd old woman and wasn't afraid at all.

It's nothing more than trying to smooth things over. He's just relying on his seniority; why would he be afraid of this young guy?

As more and more passersby gathered, the old woman's voice grew louder and louder.

"My back, my legs, ouch, they hurt..."

The passersby who were attracted to the scene started discussing it, initially in whispers, but then their voices grew louder.

"Did they hit someone? And it looks like it was a luxury car."

"So what exactly happened? Did the rich woman hit someone with her car, or was the old lady trying to scam someone?"

"The car owner is quite pretty."

"Wait, I think I've seen this old lady before. She was here last month too..."

(End of this chapter)