Xian Yu was a thousand-year-old salted-fish spirit. Since birth, he'd holed up in the depths of the sea and never come up for air.
He'd committed himself wholeheartedly to the life of a salted fish.
He was so lazy that he always came first in every salted-fish ranking.
The other salted fish drove him ashore.
The saddest thing for a salted fish was that in this two-legged world, you couldn't earn money without working, and without money you couldn't eat. Without food, a salted fish would starve to death.
So he decided to sneak back into the sea. But the two-legged humans stopped him.
Since diving into the sea wasn't an option, Xian Yu had to find a job to avoid starving to death. He couldn't get into an office, and hauling bricks was too exhausting, so he sat dejectedly by the roadside, trying to figure out how to sneak into the sea without the humans noticing.
Someone came up to him and struck up a conversation. The person called themself a talent scout and rambled on and on, but Xian Yu only heard one thing:
"It's a job that doesn't tire you out and pays really well."
Xian Yu began his journey as a pretty-face ornament in the entertainment industry, carrying the cast's good looks on the strength of his face alone.
Hater 1: "He's just a pretty-faced traffic star. How long does he think he'll stay popular? LOL"
Hater 2: "One person carries the whole cast's looks? Does he think his idol descended from heaven? More like one person dragging down the acting in the whole show."
Hater 3: "Xian Yu didn't even finish nine years of compulsory education, did he? He can't even do something this simple. No wonder he's called a salted fish. Hah, just a pretty face."
Xian Yu saw comments like these and was a little confused. Why could someone who relied on his looks only stay popular for a few years? His salted-fish clan clearly lived for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.
And why did they call him a deity? He was a demon spirit!
His manager ignored his joking and stared at the neatly written traditional characters in his handwriting, looking stunned. After a long while, he finally asked, "...Didn't you say you couldn't read?"
He could recite five thousand years of history backward and forward, and his slender-gold script was no worse than that of the great calligraphers. The name Xian Yu was practically a way of playing dumb while hiding his true abilities!
Hater 1: "Damn, why is the entertainment industry suddenly doing a face-slapping plot?!"
Hater 2: "Mom asked why I was kneeling on the keyboard. I said I called Xian Yu uneducated, so she made me kneel for another half hour..."
Later, a reporter interviewed the famous ornamental actor, world-class singer, calligraphy master, and history scholar Xian Yu:
"May I ask why you wanted to dive into the sea back then? Did life feel too lacking in challenges?"
Xian Yu: "No, it was because I had nothing to eat."
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