The next day, Shang Yechu got up and felt much better than the day before.
Although her body was still a little sore and her head was still foggy, Shang Yechu felt that she could write another 500,000 words!
Today is a big day; it's the day Shang Yechu's beauty score surpasses 50. This means she has finally left the ranks of the ugly and entered the realm of normal people.
Shang Yechu hurriedly washed her face, dried it, and stood in front of the mirror, carefully looking at her face.
The girl in the mirror had single eyelids, a flat nose, thick lips, and a flat, round face. She seemed to have every conceivable flaw. But these ordinary, even somewhat ugly, features, when put together, created a strange harmony.
Shang Yechu's eyes can see more.
My eyes look bigger, my nose bridge is more defined, and my underbite has flattened. All the acne scars have disappeared. Upon closer inspection, my skin is still dark and yellowish, and not very smooth, but the bumpy, uneven texture is gone.
Even now, Shang Yechu still looks like someone you wouldn't notice in a crowd. But if you look closely, no one would think she's "ugly."
Just ordinary. Very ordinary.
Shang Yechu was fairly satisfied.
She said to the system in her mind, "Starting today, help me improve my skin tone and texture."
The system agreed.
Shang Yechu then added, "By the way, I'm too short. Starting today, every... every three days, you'll exchange 1 centimeter for my height."
System: "In that case, growing 2 centimeters a week, isn't that too fast? You're already 20 years old, not in your adolescence anymore."
Shang Yechu laughed and said, "Twenty-three, I'll grow a bit faster. Twenty-three can still grow faster, I'm only twenty, it's no big deal."
Shang Yechu ate breakfast and went to the film set. She's been quite lucky lately, getting a long-term role as a small fry in a historical drama.
The film studio has always been short of male extras; they often need a hundred but can only recruit forty. This large-scale historical drama is even more short of people.
In war scenes, distant views can be composited, but close-ups can't just be a bunch of cheap dummies fighting each other. If there aren't enough men, women will fill the gap.
Shang Yechu was always hardworking and quick-witted. He obeyed the director's orders without question. Most importantly—he had an androgynous face. So, despite his short stature, he managed to secure a relatively stable job on the film set.
It was almost September, but the weather was still scorching hot. Shang Yechu, wearing thick armor, ran around with the main force.
Just because she's clever doesn't mean everyone is. Among the soldiers in Shang Yechu's platoon, the leaders were clearly not very bright, consistently failing to grasp the director's intentions and instructions.
This group of people were as chaotic as flies, turning the perfectly good Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation into a flock of free-range sheep on the vast grassland.
The director was furious and kept cursing.
Shang Yechu was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. The scorching sun and the saltiness of her sweat were scorching her; she was parched and thirsty, and her lips were cracked.
The director yelled, "Are you all brainless?! Head north! Head north!"
Shang Yechu recognized his voice.
This is the same director who clashed with Huang Feizhang that day. He's still as short-tempered and foul-mouthed as ever.
The director's surname was Yan, and he lived up to it—extremely strict. Seeing these actors running around like headless flies, he immediately became furious.
"What the hell are you all doing?! Can't you understand me?! Can't you understand me?!" Director Yan yelled through a megaphone, "If we can't get through this soon, nobody's eating today!"
The extras buzzed, making things even more chaotic.
Shang Yechu felt her throat was on fire, and even her breathing became heavy and labored. The constant chatter of countless people around her only added to her headache.
The system adjusted her hormones, but the thirst couldn't be eliminated. Normally, this would happen all the time, and Shang Yechu could grit her teeth and bear it. But she had a cold yesterday, hadn't received any treatment, and had continued to stay up all night. How could her body possibly handle it?
"Unacceptable! How many times have I told you to keep your eyes forward! Who fights with their head down on the battlefield?!" Director Yan shouted.
"What kind of battle is it to fight with your head down! Aren't you afraid of getting trampled to death by horses?!"
"Director, you're the one who told us to run according to the arrows on the ground!" someone in the extras shouted.
"Are you brain-dead? You have to look at the arrows to run? Can't you memorize them?"
Shang Yechu felt extremely hot, as if she had been smeared with salt and baked. Yet, her bones were cold, with a chill seeping out from every pore.
The extras and Director Yan were arguing. They'd had enough of this irritable and foul-mouthed director. They'd really had enough of this!
"Damn it! So what if you have a few bucks!"
"You idiot director!"
"You call us trash, but you're even more trash than us!"
"Who would want to follow you! I'm just unlucky to be in your group!"
Director Yan was so angry his face turned purple: "A bunch of—" He swallowed the words "a bunch of beggars." Even in his irrational state, he knew he shouldn't say such things.
"Director, how about we call it a day?" Assistant Ni said, embarrassed. "It's just too hot today. Let everyone take a break and have some water."
His words only made Director Yan angrier: "Drink what! Aren't they full of water?"
The extras erupted in anger: "Fuck you! Who are you talking about?"
"We're all born of parents, why do you think you're the only one with a mouth?"
"You fat pig! Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Immediately, chaos erupted on set. Some were shouting, some were trying to break up the fight, some were taking advantage of the confusion, and others were completely unaware of the situation. It was utterly uproar, and everyone was practically screaming their heads.
The weather was already sweltering, and everyone was seething with anger. Adding to the simmering tension was Director Yan's consistently foul mouth and unprofessionalism, which had already made the extras quite resentful of him. Today, he'd set off another bomb, and everyone exploded at once.
Several extras rushed forward, ready to fight Director Yan. Seeing this, the other staff members on set immediately panicked and rushed to break up the fight.
Director Yan was covered in sweat and his face was oily, but he still stubbornly insisted: "Rebellion! Rebellion!"
Shang Yechu was pushed and jostled around, making him dizzy, his throat parched, his body drenched in sweat, and his body shivering with cold.
The hidden dangers of overworking the body and binge eating for more than a month finally erupted at this moment. Shang Yechu felt that the world in front of her began to shake and sway, making her dizzy and nauseous, like a running scene.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out—it had all been exchanged that morning.
The system alerted, "Host, host, are you alright?"
Shang Yechu opened her mouth as if to speak, but she was delirious with fever and didn't realize she could communicate directly with the system in her mind. However, no sound came out.
"Host! Host! Shang Yechu!"
Shang Yechu could no longer hear the system's voice.
A wave of dizziness, nausea, intense heat, cold, headache, and thirst washed over Shang Yechu, who swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud!
The crowd was still in chaos. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Someone's dead!"
The crowd suddenly dispersed with a whoosh, and a large open space appeared in the previously crowded area.
In the center of the open space, Shang Yechu lay unconscious.
"What happened?" Director Yan was shocked and frightened. If the person died during his filming due to a conflict, he would be finished.
"I don't know!" The extra couldn't care less about arguing with Director Yan anymore. "He just collapsed suddenly!"
"Did someone hit her?" The assistant was also terrified.
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