Huayu Entertainment: Starting with Exorcising Evil from a Film Queen

It's obviously pointless to reason with a drunk woman.

He was afraid that making too much noise would attract the neighbors, which would be even more embarrassing.

Left with no other choice, he could only half-drag and half-carry the drunken girl back to his small rented room.

Once the door is closed, it isolates you from everything outside.

The room was small and messy. Zhang Ze casually put her on the bed and turned to pour her a glass of water.

But as soon as he turned around, a force came from behind him.

Zhao Liying hugged his waist from behind.

"Zhang Ze".

Her face was pressed against his back, her voice muffled and thickly nasal.

Zhang Ze's body stiffened.

"I think... I've fallen for you."

The girl's voice was soft, yet every word struck his heart clearly.

Do you like me?

Zhang Ze was a little dazed. He was already somewhat drunk, and her actions made his mind even more muddled.

He turned around and looked at the girl in front of him, whose face was flushed but whose eyes were unusually serious.

"You've had too much to drink."

"I'm not drunk!"

Zhao Liying retorted loudly, standing on tiptoe and trying to meet his gaze, "I've got my eye on you! I noticed you the moment we played corpses together."

"You're different from them."

"They play corpses by lying there and killing time, but you're thinking about how to die more realistically."

"Later...later you helped me with my makeup and even gave me acting instructions..."

She kept talking, recounting trivial matters, but these trivial matters outlined the trajectory of her falling in love.

Zhang Ze's heart softened instantly.

He already had a crush on Zhao Liying.

This girl is hardworking and diligent, like a wild grass that grows tenaciously against the wind and rain.

She has a carefree and somewhat tomboyish personality, but her small and cute face gives her a unique charm.

"like."

He heard himself say that.

A simple word, yet it made Zhao Liying's eyes light up instantly.

The next second, she did something that Zhang Ze never expected.

She suddenly leaned forward and awkwardly kissed his lips.

The soft touch, carrying the slight bitterness of beer and a hint of sweetness, instantly overwhelmed all of Zhang Ze's senses.

Before he could react, the girl had already used all her strength to push him backward.

Zhang Ze stumbled and fell onto the bed behind him.

Zhao Liying pounced on him, her domineering manner utterly unreasonable.

It was practically a case of forcing oneself on someone.

……

The next morning, Zhang Ze woke up to the urging of his biological clock.

He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was an unfamiliar... no, it was the ceiling of the rented room.

The hangover headache did not occur.

He felt refreshed and invigorated, with every part of his body feeling comfortable.

This is the benefit of cultivating the Tao.

That's why I say that this path must be cultivated; it's not good not to cultivate it. Cultivating the path is good!

He turned his head to look to the side, where there was no one beside him.

When I turned around, Zhao Liying was gone.

The room was spotless, even tidier than when he returned last night.

A breakfast was placed on the table: soy milk and fried dough sticks from the shop downstairs, still steaming hot.

There was a small note next to the breakfast.

Zhang Ze picked it up; it was written in a girl's delicate yet somewhat hurried handwriting.

"I have a big show to do today, I'm off! Remember to eat breakfast!"

The note was unsigned, but the casual yet slightly guilty tone said it all.

A smile involuntarily crept onto Zhang Ze's face.

I never imagined that I would one day be pursued by a future top female star.

He's made a name for himself.

As for Zhao Liying, she was definitely shy.

Last night in bed, it was as fierce as a little tiger, but as soon as it got light, it sneaked away.

No matter how carefree her personality may be, she is still a shy girl at heart.

Recalling the madness of last night, Zhang Ze couldn't help but smack his lips.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Liying's small body contained such amazing energy.

However, in the end, he, the Taoist practitioner, was still the one who prevailed.

Otherwise, this girl would probably have gone crazy until dawn.

He got out of bed, pulled off the crumpled sheet, and skillfully replaced it with a clean one.

After changing the sheets, he began his daily morning lessons.

Enter a meditative state and recite the Huang Ting Jing (Yellow Court Classic).

Although he possessed the panel, he knew that whether it was cultivating Taoism or acting, the foundation had to be honed bit by bit by himself. The panel only guaranteed Zhang Ze's minimum standard; how far he could go depended on his own diligence.

One minute on stage, ten years off the stage.

This principle is a golden rule in any industry.

After finishing his morning class, Zhang Ze took some time to draw a calming talisman and practiced his facial expressions and basic lines in front of the mirror for half an hour before leisurely eating the lukewarm soy milk and fried dough sticks on the table and heading to the "Old Dream" film crew.

As soon as I arrived at the film set, I bumped into Chen Kun, who was already in makeup.

The other person had obvious dark circles under their eyes, covered with fine blood vessels, clearly indicating that they hadn't slept well all night. However, when they saw Zhang Ze, a look of eager anticipation flashed in their tired eyes.

"Teacher Zhang Ze," he quickened his pace, approached closely, and whispered, "my... calming talisman..."

Zhang Ze understood, took out a yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle from the inside pocket of his costume, and handed it over.

"Keep it close to your body, and put it under your pillow when you sleep at night."

The cinnabar lines on the talisman paper were winding and twisting, drawn stroke by stroke according to the method taught by the old man.

The talisman was drawn with cinnabar in a flamboyant style. It was a real talisman, drawn according to the old man's instructions. However, his cultivation level was too low, and he hadn't yet developed true qi or anything like that. It might have some effect, but it wasn't much. At most, it was just a psychological comfort.

But Chen Kun seemed to have received some rare treasure, holding it in both hands and carefully putting it into his bosom. His tense nerves visibly relaxed a bit, and even his whole aura softened a lot.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Professor Zhang Ze."

"Don't call me teacher anymore," Zhang Ze waved his hand and said with a smile, "We're about the same age, just call me by my name, calling me teacher feels too formal."

Chen Kun was taken aback when he heard this, and then he laughed, a smile that was much more genuine than the ones he had seen in the past few days.

"Okay, Zhang Ze. I'll remember this favor. If you ever need anything in the industry in the future, just let me know if I can help!"

This promise carries significant weight.

Chen Kun is a very popular actor now, and many production teams want to cast him in their films and television series. His connections are very valuable.

After Chen Kun left satisfied, a figure walked over from the door of the dressing room not far away.

It's Li Xiaoran.

Her gaze swept back and forth between Chen Kun's back and Zhang Ze's face, finally settling on Zhang Ze with a hint of inquiry.

"What are you talking about, all secretive?"

"It's nothing, just exchanging acting tips," Zhang Ze replied casually.

Li Xiaoran clearly didn't believe him, but she didn't press him for details. She simply walked gracefully to his side, sat down at the empty dressing table, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, and casually remarked, "Chen Kun seems to be under a lot of pressure lately. I often see him spacing out."

"When you're famous, you attract a lot of trouble. People like me who just play minor roles don't have that kind of problem." Zhang Ze was talking nonsense.

He couldn't reveal Chen Kun's private matters; that was a matter of professional ethics.