Chapter 220: The Physics of a Loli! The Goddess of the Silver Screen?
Before his eyes was a petite, delicate, and devastatingly adorable young woman.
She stood only about 1.56 meters tall—a pocket-sized beauty. She had a bob cut that framed her face, barely reaching her shoulders. She was dressed simply in a tight white short-sleeved T-shirt and black athletic track pants, with pristine white sneakers on her small feet.
She looked like a delicate, miniature "loli-type" girl, the kind that evoked a strong protective instinct. She resembled a life-sized anime figure or a soft body pillow come to life.
However...
When she looked down, she absolutely could not see her own feet.
The white fabric of her T-shirt was stretched to its absolute limit, struggling to contain a magnitude of curvature that defied gravity. With her hurried breathing and the impact of her running, the fabric trembled, demonstrating to the world what a top-tier "real-world physics engine" looked like.
It was a visual shock.
Her exquisite, baby-faced innocence contrasted violently with her devilish, explosive figure. It was a juxtaposition of purity and sin that would make any man's blood pressure spike.
Even Shen Anyu, who had seen countless beauties, involuntarily took another look. His gaze swept over her with the precision of a scanner.
'Interesting.'
Shen Anyu somewhat suspected this adorable young woman was a Destined Heroine.
It wasn't just because her facial score was easily above 9.5 out of 10—a rarity even in an art academy full of beauties. It was also because this petite body possessed such a remarkable, almost Heaven-Defying scale.
Shen Anyu was not a starving man. On the contrary, he was a glutton who feasted on the finest delicacies daily. But among the women in his harem, only the pure campus flower Jiang Linlin, the mature Ruan Lingshan, and the pitiful Luo Yuhe could compare to the young woman in front of him in terms of sheer volume.
Even Liu Qingyue, the "White Moonlight" who would be coming to Liu Mi's birthday dinner later, had a similar scale—a slender branch bearing abundant, heavy fruit.
However, despite the visual feast, Shen Anyu didn't feel a pleasant surprise in his heart. Instead, a playful, cold look flashed in his deep eyes.
Because he sensed it.
This adorable young woman had deliberately bumped into him.
With Shen Anyu's current strength—Great Grandmaster Realm and Divine Perception—he could hear a leaf falling from a hundred meters away. He could dodge a sniper rifle bullet with his eyes closed. Avoiding a clumsy girl in a parking lot would have been easier than breathing.
But he didn't dodge.
He stood there like an iron pillar, allowing her to crash into him. He wanted to feel the impact, yes, but more importantly, he wanted to see what tricks this adorable young woman was playing.
'A trap? A honey pot? Or just using me as a shield?'
With Divine-grade Perception, Shen Anyu scanned the surroundings. He did not detect any killing intent or hidden masters. It wasn't an assassination attempt.
Immediately, the coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a mask of gentlemanly concern. A gentle, graceful smile appeared on his handsome face—the kind of smile that could melt glaciers.
He reached out, his hands steadying her trembling shoulders, preventing her from falling back from the rebound of hitting his [God-Level Steel Body].
"Are you alright, Miss?" he asked softly, his voice magnetic and low.
"Handsome man... can you help me? Please... I'm in trouble right now…"
The young woman raised her delicate and adorable small face. Her large, watery peach-blossom eyes looked at Shen Anyu pitifully. They sparkled with unshed tears, carrying an astonishing charm that tugged at the heartstrings.
She looked like a frightened rabbit seeking refuge behind a tiger.
At this moment, Shen Anyu had already arrived at the Magic City Drama Academy (often called the Cradle of Stars).
He was here because Liu Mi, the innocent and lively girl, happened to be visiting her best friend at the academy.
When Liu Mi heard that "Brother Shen" was coming to celebrate her birthday personally and hold a dinner party for her, she was extremely excited. She had wanted to rush to the hotel immediately.
However, Shen Anyu was in a good mood. He told her to stay put, deciding to play the role of the doting boyfriend and pick her up personally.
As a result, as soon as he stepped out of his Rolls-Royce Phantom in the parking lot, this scene unfolded.
This adorable, delicate, loli-faced young woman suddenly pulled open the passenger door of a black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen parked nearby. She rushed out in a panic and directly "crashed" into Shen Anyu's arms, using him as a human barrier.
Bang!
The driver's door of the G-Wagen slammed open.
An exasperated, greasy middle-aged man walked out. He was balding, with a beer belly straining against his expensive shirt. He wore a heavy gold chain and a Patek Philippe watch, radiating the aura of a nouveau riche who thought money could buy anything.
He looked angrily at the adorable young woman hiding behind Shen Anyu.
"Wen Feifei! Stop right there!"
The fat man roared, his voice low and threatening.
"Do you still want to be in our crew? Do you know how many girls would kill for this opportunity? The role I gave you has a full three episodes of screen time! It's a speaking role!"
The girl, Wen Feifei, suddenly turned her head. Her delicate and adorable small face showed obvious anger, her cheeks flushed red.
She peeked out from behind Shen Anyu's arm and shouted indignantly:
"Director Wang! I want to act, not sell myself! You lied to me!"
"You said you'd take me for a private audition to discuss the script! You said we were going to the studio! But your intentions were clearly bad! You were driving to a hotel!"
"I'm not going with you! You can keep your role!"
The middle-aged man, Director Wang, was a bit annoyed. He adjusted his belt, glaring at her.
Wen Feifei was too beautiful. Her face was pure, but her figure was a demon's trap. Even though he was a third-rate director who had played with countless minor celebrities and desperate students, he had never seen anyone with such contradictory, explosive charm.
In the car just now, the lust had gone to his head. He couldn't help himself. He prepared to touch Wen Feifei's small hand, testing the waters.
But Wen Feifei was very alert. She slapped him across the face, unlocked the door, and jumped out before he could lock it.
'Damn it. I was too impatient.'
Director Wang thought to himself. 'If I had just driven to the hotel garage first... once the door is locked, she wouldn't have been able to escape. At that point, a little force, a little coercion... and afterward, throw her a minor role to placate her. Doesn't that always work?'
This trick had worked repeatedly for him.
The entertainment industry was a vanity fair. There were countless beautiful young women who dreamed of stardom, who wanted to stand under the spotlight. Most of them ended up being played with by men like him. They ran errands for a few years, wasted their youth, and then, broken and used, they would find an "honest man" (a simp) to marry and take over the burden.
Only a very, very small number could become famous, earning millions a year.
It was a cruel reality. The "Goddesses" whom ordinary men fawned over on social media, the girls for whom simps would spend their life savings just to hear a "thank you," were often easily obtained for free by directors and producers. A role, a connection, a promise of fame—that was the currency here.
For the sake of the so-called dream, countless souls fell into depravity.
Director Wang didn't think the Wen Feifei in front of him was an exception. She was just playing hard to get. She was just raising her price.
"Not selling yourself?"
Director Wang sneered internally. 'Heh heh. How many high-minded young women have I seen who swore they were different? In the end, they all kneel. Unless you have a powerful backer or Heaven-Defying luck, you have to sleep your way up. That's the rule of the game.'
Or, she could choose the hard path: settle down, hone her acting skills, and wait. Maybe when she was thirty or forty, she could play a maid or a mother. But by then, her youth—her greatest asset—would be gone.
Who was willing to wait?
Director Wang looked around. He saw the tall, handsome young man Wen Feifei was using as a shield. He also saw several students walking about ten meters away. It wasn't good to forcibly drag someone in public. It would cause a scene.
Immediately, Director Wang suppressed his anger. He lowered his voice, adopting a tone of "mentorship" and coercion.
"Wen Feifei. Don't be childish."
"As long as you follow me today, I guarantee I'll get you roles. Not just this one. I have connections. I can make you famous."
He took a step forward, his eyes roaming over her chest greedily.
"You want to be a big star, right? You're so beautiful, your conditions are so excellent. You have the face of an angel and the body of a devil. As long as I give you a chance, you'll definitely become famous. You could be the next top idol."
Director Wang wasn't lying about her potential.
Wen Feifei's conditions were indeed excellent. Her acting skills were decent, but her looks were exceptionally high. She bore a striking resemblance to Qiu Shuzhen (Chingmy Yau), the legendary goddess from the Hong Kong Golden Era—but even better. More youthful. More explosive.
Every frown and smile was like a wildcat scratching at a man's heart.
Director Wang was confident he could mold Wen Feifei into the "Little Qiu Shuzhen" of the mainland. She was a goldmine waiting to be tapped.
However, while Director Wang was making his calculations, Wen Feifei looked at him with undisguised disgust.
She gripped Shen Anyu's sleeve tightly.
"I won't follow you! Stop dreaming!"
"If I have to sell myself to become famous, I'd rather not be famous! I'd rather work at a convenience store!"
"And look at you! You look like a pig! Greasy, ugly, and disgusting! If I follow you, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life! Get away from me!"
Her words were sharp and loud, drawing the attention of passersby.
Director Wang's face turned purple. Being called a pig in public by a student?
"You... You ungrateful little bitch!"
"Fine! Fine! Wen Feifei! You have a backbone, huh?"
He pointed a shaking, sausage-like finger at her nose.
"Then I'll see if you can make it in the entertainment industry! I'll see if you can get even a role as a corpse!"
"Hmph! I still have some standing in the circle. I'll put the word out. Let's see if any crew will want you after today. You are blacklisted!"
Director Wang angrily uttered his harsh threat. He glared at Shen Anyu one last time, assessing the man's expensive suit and calm demeanor, and decided not to provoke a stranger who looked wealthy.
He turned around, stomped back to his Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen, slammed the car door shut, and stepped on the accelerator.
Vroom!
The engine roared, and the car sped away, leaving a cloud of exhaust fumes.
Wen Feifei stood there, watching the car disappear. Her delicate small face gradually became dejected. Her shoulders slumped. Her graceful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the spark in her eyes dimmed.
She was clearly in a very bad mood.
Just starting out, she had already offended a somewhat famous director. A blacklist threat wasn't empty words; it could ruin her start.
'Is it really that hard to just act?' she thought bitterly.
However, Wen Feifei was resilient. She quickly took a deep breath, composed herself, and turned to the man who had been her silent shield.
She looked up at Shen Anyu.
Up close, he was even more handsome. His features were sculpted like a god, his skin flawless, his aura noble and distant. Compared to the greasy Director Wang, this man was like a pristine lotus flower.
A hint of calculation flashed in her eyes.
"Handsome man... thank you for your help just now."
She smiled sweetly, her voice soft and sugary.
Shen Anyu looked down at her. He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I didn't do anything. I just stood here. I didn't help you at all."
He spoke the truth. He hadn't said a word to the director. He hadn't punched anyone. He had just been a prop.
Wen Feifei blinked. She took a step closer, reducing the distance between them again. The scent of her light, fruity perfume wafted up.
"Your presence beside me was a deterrent to that pig-head. That counts as help!"
"If you weren't here, he would have forcibly dragged me into the car. You saved me."
She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling.
"How about I treat you to a drink? As a thank you? There's a nice cafe just across the street. My treat."
It was a classic move. A beautiful girl inviting a man for a drink. Usually, no man would refuse such a stunning "loli" with such a deadly figure.
Shen Anyu looked at her. He waited.
One second. Two seconds.
...Nothing.
The System was silent.
He didn't notice any notification of [Favorability Increased] or [Destiny Points Plundered].
This silence led Shen Anyu to a swift, cold conclusion: She is not a Destined Heroine.
It wasn't Shen Anyu being narcissistic. It was a statistical fact based on his experience.
Shen Anyu's looks were off the charts. He was incomparably handsome, refined, and elegant as jade. If perfect looks were 100 points, Shen Anyu would have at least 99. (The one point deducted wasn't because he was imperfect, but because he was humble).
Combined with his [Villain Halo] and [Charm], usually, when he met a Destined Heroine, there was an instant reaction. Even Liu Qingyue, who was as serene and cold as a chrysanthemum, gained [10 Points] of favorability just upon seeing him.
Furthermore, Shen Anyu had indirectly "saved" Wen Feifei. If she were a Destined Heroine—a character driven by fate and emotion—it would be impossible for her favorability not to increase even a little bit.
'No notification means she's just a passerby. Or a gold digger trying to hook a rich man after failing with the director.'
Shen Anyu lost interest instantly. He didn't waste time on NPCs.
He shook his head and said with a polite but distant smile:
"No need. I still have something to do. I'm picking up my girlfriend."
It was a rejection. A clean, brutal rejection.
"Eh?"
Wen Feifei froze, her smile stiffening on her face. She hadn't expected to be turned down so quickly.
"Wait! I..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Anyu turned and left. He didn't look back. He disregarded Wen Feifei's calls from behind him, walking towards the campus gate with long strides.
He left the stunning beauty standing alone in the parking lot, the wind messing up her short hair.
Wen Feifei stared at his back, dumbfounded.
'He... he ignored me?'
'I invited him, and he just walked away? Am I not pretty enough? Is my figure not good enough?'
A surge of frustration, curiosity, and competitive spirit suddenly erupted in her heart. Being rejected by the pig-director was disgusting, but being ignored by this god-like man was... humiliating! And intriguing!
And at that precise moment, as Shen Anyu walked ten meters away...
Ding!
A crisp mechanical sound finally echoed in Shen Anyu's mind.
[Ding! Detected the Daughter of Destiny, Wen Feifei!]
[Ding! The Target was rejected and ignored by the Host!]
[Ding! The Target feels slightly disheartened and intrigued! Plundering +666 Destiny Value!]
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