Chapter 3

At this moment, Wu Cheng looked like a beautifully carved 'little beauty,' which made Zhao Yazhi somewhat taken aback. Of course, what surprised her even more was that the swelling on his face, caused by Huang Hanwei's lack of control, had already returned to normal.

Just a few hours had passed, and the marks on his face had already disappeared. What was going on? She now believed what Wu Cheng had said before.

If he didn't have such a unique constitution, how could he have been beaten black and blue by his father one day and still be full of energy the next?

In fact, not only was Zhao Yazhi surprised, but Wu Cheng himself was also very surprised and found it hard to believe. In the bathroom earlier, he had actually rubbed off a small pile of old skin from his body. His skin, which was originally rough and dark, had become smooth and tender, as if he had been reborn.

This transformation reminded Wu Cheng of the muscle refinement and bone washing described in many novels from the future.

However, although he practiced martial arts, achieving this level was far beyond his current capabilities. He could only attribute this to the benefits of his穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "time travel" or "穿越" in English, but in this context, it refers to the protagonist's ability to travel through time or to a different world, so I will use "time travel" for clarity).

"Xiao Cheng, I didn't expect your skin to be so good! And with your delicate features, if you were to dress up a bit, people might think you're a little beauty! Hehe..."

Faced with Zhao Yazhi's teasing, Wu Cheng gave a helpless smile. He thought to himself, "I don't want to be so 'feminine' either!"

"Zhi Jie, I... I'm hungry!"

Wu Cheng used this to change the subject. Besides, he was indeed hungry. He felt as if he could eat a whole cow.

"Um, indeed, I'm a bit hungry too! It's already past one o'clock. Wait here, I'll go make some food. After we eat, we'll go to the household registration office to sort out your identity issues..."

She walked toward the kitchen and then turned back to ask, "Xiao Cheng, are you really fifteen years old? I feel like you're not even ten!"

"I really am fifteen!" Wu Cheng looked at her with an innocent expression and then lowered his head, avoiding her eyes, as if he felt a bit inferior.

Actually, he couldn't face her sincere eyes. She was helping him without expecting anything in return, and he was lying to her. He felt he was letting her down.

However, in terms of age, Wu Cheng had to deceive her a bit.

After all, if he were really twelve years old, the chances of pursuing a twenty-one-year-old woman would be very slim. But if he were eighteen, pursuing a twenty-four-year-old woman would be much more feasible.

He also blamed fate for making him time travel and giving him a child's body, making it impossible for him to do anything bad and greatly increasing the difficulty of pursuing his dream girl. Was this another test from fate?

This cruel fate was really tormenting him!

"Zhi Jie, I didn't expect your cooking to be so good! Whoever marries you will be blessed for several lifetimes."

Wu Cheng gobbled up the food, giving Zhao Yazhi a thumbs up and speaking indistinctly.

"Alright, you're so sweet! Eat slowly, don't choke. No one is competing with you; it's as if you haven't eaten for days!" Zhao Yazhi smiled gently.

Wu Cheng nodded without speaking, but his speed didn't slow down.

He was a bit puzzled by his increased appetite. In his memory, two bowls of rice would have made him seven-tenths full.

But today, after four bowls of rice, he had almost finished Zhao Yazhi's portion and still felt only three-tenths full. Could this also be a side effect of time travel?

After the meal, Wu Cheng and Zhao Yazhi went to the household registration office. With Zhao Yazhi's guarantee, he temporarily solved his identity issue as her cousin. Then they went shopping together.

Later, under Zhao Yazhi's guidance, they watched a movie. The movie "Dang Kou Zhi" (The Bandits) was a selection from "Water Margin" starring Jiang Dawei and Di Long, produced by Shaw Brothers.

For a person from the 21st century, watching a movie from the mid-1970s, the rough picture quality made Wu Cheng feel quite disappointed. But for the people of that time, it was quite enjoyable.

Regarding Shaw Brothers' movies, Wu Cheng didn't have much to say. In the next era, Shaw Brothers reduced production and eventually stopped, which was inevitable. With the rise of Golden Harvest and the emergence of Cinema City, Shaw Brothers' competitiveness was the worst.

Moreover, the stinginess of Shaw Brothers' leaders in movie investments was the main reason for their decline.

Looking at Zhao Yazhi beside him, Wu Cheng thought that next year, Zhi Jie would star in the movie "Half a Catty, Eight Taels" produced by the Hui brothers, which became the box office champion of the following year.

Should he try to get the script for this movie? Although he couldn't write a script, as long as he knew the format, he could draw each scene from memory, like a comic, which should be possible.

"Zhi Jie, do you work at TVB?"

After leaving the cinema, Wu Cheng asked Zhao Yazhi beside him.

Zhao Yazhi smiled and nodded, saying, "I didn't expect you to know about TVB. Who told you that Zhi Jie works there?"

"The staff at the cinema know Zhi Jie, so I guessed it!"

"You're so clever! You can even figure that out." Zhao Yazhi smiled and nodded. "I do work at TVB, doing some behind-the-scenes work. Why do you ask?"

"Oh! I just wanted to ask how to write a script. I need to find something to do here. I think the film industry is quite interesting and fun!"

"Fun!? You little guy, don't be too ambitious. The film industry isn't a place to play around." Zhao Yazhi shook her head and smiled. "I think you should go to school and learn some knowledge. Once you're familiar with the place, you can talk about work. Don't worry, I'll lend you the money for school. You can pay me back when you're successful!"

"Forget it!" Wu Cheng made a bitter face, thinking, "I've already spent over ten years in school in my previous life. If I go to school again in this life, I'll wear out the school! Let's just forget it!"

Seeing Wu Cheng's expression, Zhao Yazhi frowned slightly and then shook her head. "You're so young. Who would hire you? What do you think you can do?"

Click, being looked down upon by the goddess!

Wu Cheng was stunned and then started to think. After all, although he had always insisted that he was fifteen, his appearance looked like he was ten. Even saying he was thirteen would be a stretch. Who would hire such a child laborer?

Moreover, if he really went out to work, he would never be able to pursue the goddess.

To pursue a female star, what could be more convenient than working in the entertainment industry?

So, what he needed now was his first pot of gold. Where would this first pot of gold come from?

Writing songs, writing novels, writing scripts... these were the most convenient ways.

And the best way was to write novels, after all, writing novels could be a steady stream of income!

The protagonists in time travel novels could easily make money by copying novels. With his memory, could he not copy them? Besides, in his previous life, he was a third-rate writer, and he had at least a thousand novels in his memory, most of which were web novels, but some were suitable for publication in newspapers now.

For example, Huang Yi's "The Heroic Legend"... but a novel like "The Heroic Legend" might not be suitable! At his age, he should write some light novels!

Thinking of light novels, Wu Cheng thought of the pinnacle of light novels from the future, "Battle Through the Heavens." But thinking of the length of "Battle Through the Heavens," Wu Cheng shook his head.

Five to six million words, writing by hand, what a huge project!

Moreover, whether the aesthetic of people in this era would be the same as that of young people in the 21st century was still a question.

Thinking of Huang Yi, he thought of "Seeking the Qin," and thinking of "Seeking the Qin," he thought of the popular web novel "Reign of Ming" from the future.

"Reign of Ming" was also a good choice.

Of course, the large amount of erotic content in "Seeking the Qin" would have to be removed. After all, the first reader of this book would be Zhi Jie, and he couldn't appear so lewd in front of her.

Of course, the many wives of the protagonist should still be kept... thinking of the first reader being Zhi Jie, Wu Cheng's purpose became a bit impure.

"Little rascal, what are you thinking about? By the way, your hair is a bit long. Let me take you to get a haircut." Zhao Yazhi didn't think much about Wu Cheng's distraction, only feeling that the child had a heavy heart and seemed a bit mature for his age.

He looked like he was eleven or twelve, but from their conversations, it was clear that his mind was more mature than many of his peers. This was one of the reasons she was willing to temporarily take in Wu Cheng.

If Wu Cheng were just a clueless little boy, she would have sent him to her parents. She couldn't leave a clueless child alone in the dormitory and go to work.

If it weren't for Wu Cheng's recent loss of family and the need for comfort and care, plus the good impression he gave her, she wouldn't have kept an unknown boy around.

"Sure, I can get a haircut, but I don't want a melon head!"

Looking at the melon heads and afros all over the street, Wu Cheng was speechless. For children, this hairstyle might be cute, but for adults, what was the point?

"Hehe, you actually know about hairstyles! Are you really from over there?"

Zhao Yazhi laughed and teased Wu Cheng.

"Zhi Jie, I told you, I'm fifteen years old, and I know a lot more than you think. In our place, they call me a little genius!"

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but stretch out her white fingers and tap his forehead, laughing. "You're so full of yourself! Alright, I'll get a haircut too. You can give me some advice. If it looks good, I'll cook something nice for you tonight!"

"Zhi Jie, just wait and see! It's a piece of cake!"

Wu Cheng said with a beaming smile.

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