Chapter 4: This Junior Sister is Quite Charming

If I buy these items and then show up at her private lounge, I’d probably be mistaken for a creep and get arrested.

This isn’t an opportunity to win Liu Shishi’s favor; it’s more like a chance to offend her and get myself thrown in jail.

Zhang Yang mentally roasted the Entertainment Circle Opportunity Handbook. What kind of proper cheat allows decent people to do this sort of thing?

But his expression remained unchanged, his eyes flashing with contemplation.

It wasn’t hard to piece together from the guide’s information that Liu Shishi would visit her family tomorrow and forget to bring sanitary pads.

By showing up with the appropriate feminine hygiene products just when she needed them, he could naturally earn her gratitude. Moreover, such a personal and embarrassing situation would surely leave a unique impression on her mind.

This indeed presented an opportunity to gain favor with Tangren’s top actress, the nearly first-tier star, Liu Shishi—an “opportunity” by any definition.

The real question was whether he had the guts to pull it off, disregarding his pride.

“I’m in,” Zhang Yang decided without hesitation.

It wasn’t because he wanted to witness Liu Shishi’s priceless reaction or make a special impression on her. He simply wished to verify the authenticity of the opportunities guide and avoid wasting character points.

As a man living in this vast world, how could he be content with staying beneath others for long? He was determined to make his mark in the entertainment industry!

“Although it feels like I’m playing some kind of dating sim game,” Zhang Yang mused.

He hailed a taxi, bypassing the drama school dormitory and heading instead for the apartment Tangren had arranged for him—a modest yet convenient place near the company headquarters.

The apartment complex boasted impressive security measures, and the monthly rent was steep—equivalent to an average worker’s salary. However, such expenses were trivial for a large corporation like Tangren.

Zhang Yang stepped out at the entrance, greeted the on-duty security guard, and entered the neighborhood.

His home was in Building 7, just a two-minute walk from the gate.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, and Zhang Yang strode inside, only to find someone already there, laden with a pile of items.

Instinctively, his gaze flicked up, and upon seeing the person’s face, his heart skipped a beat.

She was a woman dressed in jeans and a white blouse. Her eyes, deep-set and seemingly expressive, framed a delicate nose with a high bridge. Long eyelashes curved around those lively eyes, drawing attention to her striking features.

Despite wearing flat shoes, she stood nearly as tall as he was—well over 180 centimeters—and her skin glowed with an ethereal radiance.

Such a stunning beauty would undoubtedly draw admiring gazes wherever she went.

What astonished Zhang Yang, however, was that he recognized this woman: it was Guli Nazha, one of the Four Beauties of Xinjiang, who had recently made headlines as the most attractive candidate at the Beijing Film Academy.

Lowering his gaze, Zhang Yang turned towards the elevator door without pressing any floor buttons.

After all, Nazha was heading to the same floor as him—the eighth.

“Um, aren’t you going to press your floor?” Zhang Yang asked, noticing that while he had been observing Nazha, she too had been studying him closely.

Just as good-looking women often attract men, the reverse is also true—and sometimes women can be even more fervent in their admiration.

Nazha, being someone who appreciates physical attractiveness, found herself drawn to Zhang Yang’s tall, muscular frame and sun-kissed handsomeness. She couldn’t help but steal several glances at him, feeling he looked somewhat familiar.

Seeing that Zhang Yang hadn’t pressed any floor buttons, she assumed he must have been distracted by her beauty—a common occurrence for her.

Zhang Yang turned back to look at Nazha, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “So, what if I told you… we might actually be going to the same floor?”

He was still pondering how to approach Nazha when she unexpectedly spoke up first.

This is the “price” of having an ordinary appearance—something most people can’t fathom.

“Impossible!” Nazha replied with unwavering certainty. “This building has two units per floor, and right now, my opposite door neighbor is a senior colleague from our company.”

The smile in Zhang Yang’s eyes grew even brighter as he countered, “Is it possible that I am the very same ‘senior’ you’re referring to?”

“Huh?!” Nazha found this hard to believe.

During her ride to the apartment earlier with her agent, she had been so immersed in the excitement of filming Xuanyuan Sword: Heaven’s Scar that much of what he said hadn’t registered properly.

She only vaguely recalled hearing that her opposite-door neighbor was also a company artist—an experienced one who debuted in 2004 with Sword and Fairy, and had good relationships with Hu Ge and others.

Naturally, she assumed such a seasoned professional would be nearly thirty years old.

Yet Zhang Yang appeared to be around her own age.

“Let me introduce myself,” Zhang Yang said, extending his hand. “I’m Zhang Yang, living on the eighth floor, and I work for Tangren Entertainment.”

“Hello brother! I’m GuliNazha Biehetiyar, but my stage name is Guli Nazha!” As if struck by a sudden thought, Nazha’s face flushed crimson. She hastily extended her hand for Zhang Yang to shake.

Zhang Yang released her hand and said, “I know who you are—you’re this year’s most beautiful candidate at the Beijing Film Academy.”

“Oh, that’s just media exaggeration,” Nazha waved off modestly, yet with a hint of pride.

While not all girls applying to art schools were beauties, the vast majority were—especially those aiming for one of the top three institutions like the Beijing Film Academy.

The fact that she was dubbed the “most beautiful candidate” without sparking controversy spoke volumes about her appearance.

“I’m surprised Miss K signed you. No wonder you’re here instead of attending classes.” Zhang Yang smiled as he took out his phone. “Let’s exchange contact info. I’ve lived here for several years, so I’m quite familiar with the area. Since we work at the same company, feel free to reach out if you need anything or have any questions.”

“Thank you brother.” Without hesitation, Nazha entered her number into Zhang Yang’s phone.

Ding!

The elevator arrived at their floor.

Zhang Yang stepped out first, dialing a number that rang through to Nazha.

He then took out his key to open the door of No. 801, waving at Nazha. “Junior Sister, remember to add me with my full name—‘Yang’ as in ‘Proud,’ and ‘Yan’ as in ‘Ripples.’ If anything comes up, feel free to give me a call; I’ve got plenty of time on my hands.”

Recalling that Nazha didn’t have the habit of adding people’s real names to her contacts, Zhang Yang knew she’d struggle if Hu Ge tried to reach her.

“Got it, Senior Brother,” Nazha nodded in response.

Only after Zhang Yang entered his room did she take out her key to open the door to No. 802.

The senior brother across from us is right up my alley aesthetically, and seems like a nice guy too, she mused. Feels promising.

But wait, this senior brother is seriously hot—maybe even more so than old Hu! He debuted back in ‘04, yet he’s not even close to being a superstar?

After securing the door, Nazha headed straight for the bathroom, eager for a relaxing soak.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang had rushed straight to the gym, shedding his clothes to reveal his toned upper body.

Perhaps influenced by memories from his past life, in this incarnation, he had begged his parents for martial arts lessons since the age of eight.

His family was reasonably well-off, and his father, a big fan of wuxia novels, actually managed to secure some decent instruction for him.

Years of dedicated practice in both Eight Extremities Fist and Tai Chi had honed his skills into genuine mastery.

I’ve got real martial arts abilities here, he thought. Maybe I can use this as an unconventional path to acting gigs—a shortcut to success.

“Though in this era of high viewership, many film actors earn money and increase their popularity by acting in TV shows or web series— even Liu Yifei isn’t an exception.”

“But the perception that films are more prestigious is widely held both within and outside the industry.”

Zhang Yang fell silent.

While practicing his punches, Zhang Yang felt unusually calm and began formulating short-term life goals.

An actor from a TV show who acts in a movie is considered to have elevated their status; conversely, when a movie star appears on a TV show, it’s seen as coming down from greatness.

If he could establish connections within the film industry, it would be advantageous for him to either terminate his contract early or negotiate a peaceful release later.

To succeed in the entertainment world, one must plan ahead. Although he was contracted with Tangren, there was nothing stopping him from starting his own company. He could sign promising directors, screenwriters, and actors for future projects.

Securing the role of male lead in Xuanyuan Sword: Heaven’s Scar would be ideal, but if not, it wasn’t the end of the world. He’d simply head to Hengdian and see what opportunities presented themselves.

Besides, as someone with cheat-like abilities, fate might just deliver unexpected chances right to his doorstep.

After completing his set of punches, drenched in sweat, Zhang Yang prepared to take a shower.

Nazha? Zhang Yang wondered, puzzled.

He had called just as I got home. What could this be about?

Without hesitation, Zhang Yang hit redial.

The call connected swiftly, and Nazha’s voice came through, “Hey bro, I need your help with something small.”

“Sure,” Zhang Yang responded, now intrigued.

“Do you know the property management’s number? Or better yet, do you know how to fix water pipes?”

Zhang Yang thought to himself, Is this guy serious about fixing water pipes?