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The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity] The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress. After a variety show aired: Haters: "I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?" When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant. Haters: "What????" When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu. Haters: "Isn't this just too coincidental?" When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting. Haters: "Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?" When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast... The haters all declared that their minds were blown! *** Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu. Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish. Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him. Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup. Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

Rain Chen Zhenzhen · Urbano
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976 Chs
#ROMANCE
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#FACESLAPPING
#SHOWBIZ

This painting is awesome!

In the live streaming room.

Tang Shu had begun her work on the pristine rice paper, her strokes confident and deliberate, progressing from light to deep, intricately outlining with a fluidity that seemed to flow from a wellspring of certainty.

Viewers in front of the camera could hardly take the time to appreciate or comment on the brilliance of each stroke before the next one followed; they could only watch the black tip of the brush dot, trace, mimic, and hook across the paper, occasionally pausing to dip into ink before resuming its dance.

Everyone found themselves unintentionally captivated, and the comment section was unusually silent.

Mountains, waters, high ridges, and channels gradually took form.

Art students watched with growing excitement, yet they were reluctant to spare even a fraction of their attention for anything else, their eyes fiercely glued to the brush beneath the lens, tracking its every move.

One minute, two minutes...