Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"Why can't I learn it!" Liu Qianqian puffed out her cheeks, her face full of indignation.

"Sister Nuonuo's move was so cool! If I learned it, I'd chop anyone who dared to bully me!"

Yu Le felt her head throbbing.

Can a fairy goddess split a red brick with her bare hands?

This scene is too beautiful. If Mr. Jin Yong knew about it, he would probably buy a standing ticket overnight and come over to clean house.

"Handsome my foot." Yu Le flicked her forehead in annoyance. "Are you trying to portray Wang Yuyan as Mulan? That kind of hard-hitting martial arts is for fighting enemies, not for you to show off."

"Besides, if your hands, which hold the microphone, turn into carrots, how will you ever walk the red carpet again? Are you going to wave to people and show off your calluses?"

Liu Qianqian covered her forehead, looking at Yang Nuo with a pitiful expression, trying to find an ally.

Yang Nuo's heart softened at the look of resentment in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand like a primary school student answering a question.

"Um... Boss, actually I know a little bit of those fancy tricks too."

"Hmm?" Yu Le turned her head.

"It's that kind of... performance-oriented martial arts that looks impressive but doesn't actually hurt your hands much." Yang Nu blinked her innocent big eyes. "I learned it in a university club, and I even won an award."

After saying that, without waiting for Yu Le's reply, she reached out and unzipped the pink down jacket.

"Sizzle—"

The down jacket was taken off and tossed casually onto a chair nearby.

Inside was a tight-fitting white turtleneck sweater.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Despite wearing a thick sweater, the overwhelming sense of oppression still made Yu Le subconsciously shift her gaze upwards, fixing it on the peeling plaster on the ceiling.

Do not look at what is improper.

This girl's nutrition is all going to the right places.

Yang Nuo began her demonstration.

It lacked the fierce power it had when splitting the wooden planks earlier.

She turned her body, her arm reaching out like a serpent, drawing several graceful arcs in the air, followed by a light spinning kick, her toes barely grazing Yu Le's nose, bringing with them a fragrant breeze.

It landed steadily.

With her hair slightly tossed, she exuded a chivalrous air.

"Wow!!!" Liu Qianqian's eyes instantly lit up with pink bubbles, and her hands clapped until they were red. "This is great! This is great! I want to learn this! Doesn't it look like a female knight-errant?"

Yu Le touched the tip of his nose, which had just been swept by the strong wind; it felt a little cool.

Is this what you call a fancy facade?

If that kick had landed properly, he'd probably need to go to South Korea to get his high nose bridge fixed.

However, looking at the little girl's excited expression that said, "If you don't let me learn, I'll cry," as long as she doesn't go to practice Iron Palm, learning a couple of moves for self-defense wouldn't be bad.

It can also broaden her acting range, so she won't have to rely entirely on a stunt double to take on action roles in the future.

Although he didn't have high expectations for what this girl could achieve, he was just doing it for fun.

"Alright then." Yu Le sat back in the boss's chair, adopting a posture of granting amnesty. "Since Miss Yang has this skill, after Qianqian finishes her singing practice, why don't you teach this newbie a bit in your spare time? As for the rest of the time, there's not much business these days, so could you help out with the company renovations?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Nuo straightened her back.

"Yes, boss!"

That shout of "Yes!" brought out the spirit of the military training performance.

Over the next two days, Yu Le truly witnessed the prowess of this female warrior.

Yang Nuo did not hesitate to do the rough work because of her baby face.

She took off her deceptively pink down jacket and put on a gray jumpsuit, casually tying her hair into a bun, and carrying a roller brush that was longer than her forearm.

"Swish—swish—"

She painted the walls with the imposing presence of a vast army.

Yu Le originally intended to help, but when he saw Yang Nuo lift a 50-pound paint bucket with one hand and still have the other hand free to answer the renovation worker's call, he silently retreated back to his chair.

excuse me.

Liu Qianqian was also busy.

This future fairy sister, wearing a hat folded from newspaper and with her face smeared like a cat's, was following Yang Nuo around, handing her tape and water, her eyes shining with the kind of adoring light a little fangirl would when she sees Ultraman.

"Sister Nuonuo! That light bulb is too high, do you need a ladder?"

"Need not."

Yang Nuo slammed the roller in her hand onto the ground, aimed carefully, and jumped up from the spot.

"Whoosh—"

"Smack."

The light bulb is put back in its place.

It landed silently.

Yu Le almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

He glanced at the lamp base, which was at least 2.8 meters above the ground, and then at Yang Nuo, who was a little over 1.6 meters tall.

With that jumping ability, it's a shame he's not playing basketball. Why is he still working as an agent in the entertainment industry?

Two days later.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into room 1204 in the morning, the room had changed dramatically.

The walls were painted, the floor was covered with a dark gray carpet, and the soundproofing materials and various equipment for the recording studio were all in place. The corners and edges were also tidied up, making it look somewhat like a company.

Yu Le sat in the boss's chair, turned around once, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Perfect."

Apart from the lingering smell of cheap air freshener in the air, everything was perfect.

"Knock knock knock".

A few hesitant knocks came from outside the door.

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito hitting a wall, carrying a hint of reluctance from the person knocking.

"Please come in." Yu Le put her legs up on the desk.

The door was pushed open a crack.

A head popped in.

He had messy, unkempt hair, thick-rimmed black glasses, a faded plaid shirt, and a huge backpack.

He looked timid and withdrawn, like a cultivator who had just come out of an internet cafe after an all-night session.

Chang Shilei.

A future musical prodigy, now a socially awkward nerd.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on the four large characters "鹹鱼娱乐" (Salted Fish Entertainment) printed on an A4 sheet of paper on the wall.

In that instant, Yu Le clearly saw the guy's Adam's apple bob, and his toes had already turned 45 degrees backward, ready to run away at any moment.

"Come in, you've come to the right place." Yu Le pointed to the chair opposite him.

Chang Shilei awkwardly adjusted his glasses and slowly moved in.

"Hello... I'm Chang Shilei, introduced by Teacher Li Ming."