Chapter 299: Signed Contract, Became an Artist
“Miss, let me!” a young man in his early twenties said eagerly. He couldn’t wait to sit down in the chair across from Nan Xun, striking a handsome pose and grinning as he added, “Make me as handsome as Ou Qian!”
The crowd burst into laughter.
But when Nan Xun finished the portrait, everyone gasped in amazement again. The young man’s real-life smile looked a little goofy, yet under the girl’s pen, all the silliness vanished—only his most handsome side remained.
With that example, more people came forward asking Nan Xun to draw their portraits. After completing five, she smiled lightly and shook her head.
“Sorry, I only draw five a day.”
Amid the crowd’s disappointed sighs, Nan Xun packed up her stall and prepared to head home.
After she had walked quite a distance, someone behind her suddenly exclaimed, “Hey, isn’t that beauty the violin girl who went viral recently?”
“She’s even prettier in person than in the video!”
…
Halfway down the road, Nan Xun suddenly turned around and stared warily at the tall, skinny man behind her.
“You’ve been following me for a while. Are you trying to rob me?”
The man couldn’t help laughing. He handed her a business card and asked bluntly, “Interested in entering the entertainment industry?”
Before Nan Xun could speak, Little Eight exploded with excitement.
“Say yes! That’s Zhao Rui, a future gold-medal agent! Everyone he scouts becomes famous! And Yixin Entertainment is a top-ten company nationwide—tons of resources, never mistreats artists, perfect for rookies!”
Nan Xun’s gaze flickered. She calmly glanced at the card.
“Yixin Entertainment? You’re an agent from Yixin?”
Zhao Rui had sharp, shrewd eyes and smiled like a fox.
“You’re Shan Shui, right? I can tell—you’re a girl with a star dream. Your eyes don’t lie.”
Nan Xun curved her lips slightly and asked a completely unrelated question.
“If I follow you, how many years before I might act with Ou Qian?”
Zhao Rui froze for a split second, then quickly regained his composure.
“That depends on you. A pretty face without ambition won’t make it, no matter how good the resources are. But if you follow my arrangements and work hard enough, at most five years—I’ll get you a role opposite Ou Qian.”
Ou Qian’s status was sky-high. Even top-tier actresses couldn’t easily work with him. Zhao Rui saying this meant that within five years, he intended to push Shan Shui into first-line stardom.
Nan Xun nodded decisively.
“Deal.”
The next day, Nan Xun signed a contract with Zhao Rui—five years, no more, no less.
Every newcomer had to fill out a résumé. Nan Xun scribbled it out quickly and handed it over.
When Zhao Rui saw the education section, he frowned slightly.
“You only have a vocational high school diploma?”
Nan Xun propped her chin up and smiled.
“Isn’t that great? In the future, I’ll become a role model for non-academy actors in the industry.”
Zhao Rui: …
Heh. So optimistic. Didn’t she know high-education celebrities were all the rage now?
Rubbing his forehead, Zhao Rui asked the most clichéd question ever.
“Why do you want to enter the entertainment industry?”
He was sure Shan Shui had a star dream, but he still wanted to hear her answer to decide her future image—pure? sexy? or straightforward?
He secretly hoped it wasn’t the last one. Straightforward artists attracted loyal fans but offended people easily. Managing one meant endless cleanup work.
Nan Xun paused, then smiled sweetly.
“Brother Zhao, are you sure you want to know?”
“You just signed under me and you’re already rebelling?” Zhao Rui said sternly. “Whatever I ask, you answer seriously. This is important.”
“I thought you already knew me pretty well before signing,” Nan Xun said, then smiled.
“My reason is simple: to get closer and closer to Ou Qian… and then, step by step, eat him.”
Zhao Rui’s mouth twitched as he massaged his temples.
“I thought that reply of yours was just hype.”
That infamous comment had stirred up waves in the industry, even if it was quickly buried by new scandals. Zhao Rui still remembered this girl named Shan Shui boldly replying to Ou Qian that she wanted to sleep with him.
Nan Xun said seriously, “Whether it’s the viral video or my reply to my male god, it was all real. How is that hype? Even if I wanted publicity, I’d never use my idol for it.”
Zhao Rui: …
He’d signed a highly promising rookie—unfortunately, one who was Ou Qian’s hardcore fangirl, whose entire reason for entering the industry was to sleep with him.
Suddenly, his heart felt very tired.
After signing, Nan Xun quickly threw herself into training. Zhao Rui hired professional teachers to train this batch of newcomers.
Nan Xun logged into her Manman account, followed Yixin Entertainment and Zhao Rui, and changed her bio to: Artist under Yixin Entertainment.
Then she posted a photo of the Ou Qian sketch she’d drawn earlier, with the caption:
Good night, my Ou Qian male god (づ￣3￣)づ╭❤～
The comments refreshed at a rate of ten per second.
Filthy Auntie: Ahhh! My Shan Shui goddess can play violin and draw?! This is amazing!
Dumb萌Girl: Art student here—the fundamentals are solid. Worship!
Black-and-White Dream: Heh, who knows if she even drew it herself? Maybe she paid someone else. But still—extra drumstick for the artist. My Ou Qian looks too beautiful!
Han Xiang: If this really was drawn by this internet celeb Shan Shui, I’ll turn from hater to passerby just for how good my Ou Qian looks.
Meowdammit: Lol, one sketch and you’re all bribed? Internet celeb, stop tarnishing my Ou Qian—he’s not worthy of someone so low-class!
Faint Dawn: Didn’t you notice? That “internet celeb” is now a Yixin artist. I care about works—if she can deliver, I’ll allow her to fantasize about my Ou Qian. After all, we all fantasize, cough—
…
Nan Xun glanced once and logged out.
From that day on, she trained during the day and posted one Ou Qian sketch every night. Each caption grew bolder and more direct, and each drawing more detailed—capturing every stunning screen persona of Ou Qian.
At first, there were many haters. But after Nan Xun persisted for a full month, the comment section became eerily harmonious.
Fans, casual viewers, even haters—all waited every night like hungry baby birds, begging to be fed.
And Shan Shui never disappointed.
No matter how late she got back, she always posted a sketch before bed—historical costumes, modern looks, gentle gazes, sharp brows, seductive demon-like smiles, or aloof immortal elegance.
That night, she returned especially late. She meant to nap before drawing, but accidentally fell asleep.
When she suddenly woke up, Manman had already exploded.
The top comment—pinned to first place—was from Ou Qian himself.
He asked:
Where’s today’s one?
Posted at 23:59:59.
