"Call the police?"
Yu Ling had arrived early, but not only was his number late in the queue, but he hadn't even memorized any lines for this role. Hearing this, he immediately woke up and said...
"I have a way that's even easier than calling the police. Listen to me, first follow them to their hideout, and once you get there, praise each and every one of them to the skies. If meowing doesn't work, rub against them. Do whatever a cat does to express friendliness!"
[Huh? Host, so you're saying people can also share their bad luck?]
The black cat system's eyes lit up.
"It should work. Try it first, and if it doesn't, report it to the police anonymously!"
If he could, wouldn't he have found a shortcut to quickly get rid of bad luck?
Yu Ling often secretly used the Qi Observation Technique to observe herself. Since she assigned her bad luck to the system, the area above her head has calmed down quite a bit, but it is still slowly growing and recovering.
I guess it's because I haven't been completely killed by this bad luck yet, so having only the system as an outlet is simply not enough.
If we want to find a way to deal with this, the only shortcut is to rely on these lovable criminals. Making these guilty people suffer won't diminish our merits; on the contrary, it's doing a good deed.
"Next up, Han Hao."
Yu Ling, who was still secretly plotting something, was suddenly called out to her, so she quickly stood up and went inside.
Strange, wasn't he in the thirties or so in line? How come they called him in so quickly? Could it be that bad luck is at work?
As soon as I entered the room and closed the door, I was met with a row of stares from the directors, assistant directors, screenwriters, and investors sitting right in front of me. Their gazes were indescribable, seemingly filled with the complexities of human relationships.
"Han Hao?"
Sitting in the very center, a young, wealthy second-generation heir with a dissolute and suave demeanor, propped his chin on his hand. He was dressed in expensive custom-made casual wear, handsome, and had a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Yes, it was already announced over the loudspeaker. Congratulations, you're not deaf. By the way, you're the one who told me to come for the audition early?"
Yu Ling stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning to one side. He was still testing his luck, wanting to see if his unbridled behavior would still get him selected.
"Shall we get to know each other? My name is Lu Zelong."
The rich kid gave an irrelevant answer.
Lu Zelong is a well-known playboy in the city. His greatest hobbies are racing, strong liquor, beautiful women, and all sorts of thrilling and exciting games.
He also follows celebrities, but only looks at their appearance; he's the kind of fan whose values are dictated by their looks. For this reason, he often mingles in the entertainment industry as an investor, enjoying the convenience of close contact with celebrities in real life.
As luck would have it, after Yu Ling expressed her "unwillingness to be selected," he happened to pass by the film set and discovered that the audition was for a movie he had invested in. On a whim, he decided to join in the fun.
“Oh… alright, Mr. Lu, although I’ve never heard of this name before.” Yu Ling shrugged. “So, may we begin?”
Upon hearing this, Lu Zelong glanced at Yu Ling with a flirtatious look, but still did not answer directly: "You are very famous, and much prettier than you appear on screen."
"Hmm, looks like you're not only not deaf, but you're also not blind. But if you keep wasting my time like this, I'm not going to rehearse this scene. Goodbye!"
Although she seemed to be verbally harassed by a male fan, Yu Ling didn't retaliate by praising him because he was an investor and good-looking. Instead, she frowned, pretended to be angry, and made a move to leave.
"Wait!" Lu Zelong called out to Yu Ling as expected, stood up and said, "Let's get straight to the point. Forget about auditions. I've decided on your role today. Han Hao, right? Interested in having a drink with me?"
The way bad luck was dealt with was indeed unique. Yu Ling just looked at him. This usually crazy and irrational celebrity was actually at a loss.
Lu Zelong smiled and had two bottles of expensive-looking liquor brought out. "How about it? Dare to drink? If you do, the play is yours?"
"...Who do you think you are? I could pass the interview alone!"
"I don't want to say any more. What kind of thriller is an actor who can't even drink a bottle of wine?"
Lu Zelong smashed one of the bottles against the corner of the table, took a sip, but didn't consider what would happen if Yu Ling disagreed.
Rich people like them don't need to figure things out themselves; plenty of people will find ways to make others obediently compromise just to please them.
"It's just a bottle of wine, right? Watch closely!"
Yu Ling said this through gritted teeth, then bit open the bottle cap and started chugging.
This kind of guzzling is usually a waste of fine wine, but with Yu Ling's dashing movements, the wine flowing down her lips and rolling Adam's apple creates a beautiful scene.
"I've finished drinking... hiccup! I don't want the lead actor either, I just want you to see, see my hiccup... skill!"
Halfway through her speech, Yu Ling kept hiccuping, still holding an empty bottle in her hand, and gently patted her flushed cheeks, as if her senses had been numbed by alcohol.
"Drunk?" Lu Zelong stretched and stood up, approaching Yu Ling with ill intent, pulling her close and trying to slip away through the back door.
"No, I'm not drunk... hiccup! Don't touch me..."
Yu Ling shook her head desperately, but the more she shook her head, the more pained she looked, and the more pained she was, the less she could get away.
In the end, he gave up resisting and simply leaned against Lu Zelong.
Looking at the unconscious Yu Ling, Lu Zelong silently gave himself a thumbs up and whispered in Yu Ling's ear, "Remember next time, even sealed wine can be spiked. Don't drink just anything."
Yu Ling had indeed fainted, but not because of the spiked wine. It was because he had suddenly lost his breath while practicing the Longevity Turtle Breathing Technique, which he had never made a mistake before.
"Damn bad luck! [beep beep beep—]!"
Although Yu Ling doesn't care about morality and purity like humans do, he should at least agree to it, right?
But he had already fainted and was unable to move, so we could only rely on his soul to probe him.
Lu Zelong carried the person to his car, and then Yu Ling could only watch helplessly as a certain lewd hand rubbed and caressed her face...
The drunken celebrity groaned as he was being pinched, making murmuring sounds that sounded like resistance. The rising temperature inside the car made both of them blush.
At this very moment, the Black Cat System, already plagued by bad luck and barely able to survive, also had to outwit and outmaneuver human traffickers. Meanwhile, agent Su Zhe was still waiting in the nearby parking lot, timing his arrival, knowing he wouldn't realize his predicament for at least an hour…
Just as Yu Ling was thinking of buying something from the mall to solve her immediate problem and to get revenge, she suddenly discovered...
As the two grew closer, the bad luck hanging over his head began to drift away to the rich second-generation heir next to him.
Oh? So, if someone hurts you (takes advantage of you), they can actually take away your bad luck?
Yu Ling: No, if you're going to do it this way, then I really won't resist anymore.
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