Chapter 4: Three Thousand Five Hundred Illiterate Years Old

Wen Chi continued to search and pushed aside a large bunch of weeds on the surface. He saw the empty bags of biscuits that had been torn open, with not even a crumb left.

Wen Chi glanced at Sui Sui. The young man's eyebrows and eyes were cold and handsome, with the corners of his eyes drooping slightly. When he wasn't smiling, he gave off a sense of pressure.

Sui Sui immediately tensed up. The tuft of hair on top of her head stood up straight, and she clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, trying her best to look confident.

However, Wen Chi didn't blame her. He just said calmly, "These are compressed biscuits. They don't taste good. They're yucky."

Instantly, the tuft of hair on Sui Sui's head drooped down limply like a deflated balloon. If Wen Chi had been like the bad guys she had encountered before, shouting at her and trying to catch her, Sui Sui would surely have jumped up and fought back. But Wen Chi not only didn't get angry but also calmly told her that the biscuits didn't taste good. Instead, Sui Sui felt guilty.

She hung her head and said in a voice as small as a mosquito's buzzing, "I'm sorry."

"..." Wen Chi awkwardly looked away. "It's okay."

He quickly found the really important thing at the bottom — a handbook. It contained common sense for living in the mountains, methods for distinguishing plants, route hints for food collection points, and so on. It was like a game guide, brief but useful. It was most suitable for a novice player like Wen Chi who was completely clueless, helping him adapt to life in the mountains as soon as possible.

Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was no emergency medicine for treating bruises and sprains, with this handbook, he could at least fill his stomach. He was already quite satisfied.

He saw the little cub looking at him blankly and had an idea. He asked, "What's your name?"

"Sui Sui."

The little ginseng was born and nurtured by nature, but her name wasn't. She got this name because in her sleep, someone always called her "Sui Sui". But when she woke up, there was no one around. Only the word "Sui Sui" was remembered and became her name.

"Sui Sui," Wen Chi called out smoothly. "I'm Wen Chi. Now that your task is completed, how are you going to leave? Will the people from the program team come to pick you up?"

Hearing this, Sui Sui got anxious and shouted, "I'm not leaving! I'm staying here! With you!"

Wen Chi felt a little helpless. Usually, he wasn't a very patient person, but for some reason, he couldn't get angry with the little cub. So he patiently explained, "I'm filming a variety show, and you're a little actor invited by the program team, sort of... a staff member? According to the rules, you can't stay."

"But... but..." Sui Sui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, jumping up and down in place. "I said I'd take care of you! You promised! You promised!"

This was a task assigned by the Heavenly Dao! If she couldn't take good care of him, would she never be able to become an immortal? All the mountain spirits and monsters spent their whole lives working hard to cultivate, just hoping to transcend the mortal world and ascend to immortality. If she failed...

Sui Sui's face turned red with anxiety, and tears welled up in her eyes!

Wen Chi, feeling a headache, quickly said loudly, "Okay! You can stay for now!"

The dark clouds immediately dispersed, and Sui Sui grinned, showing her small white teeth.

Wen Chi also breathed a sigh of relief. This little cub was really a little cub. Her emotions came and went quickly. One second she was still feeling wronged because Wen Chi wanted to send her away, and the next second she was already attracted by other new and interesting things —

"What's this!" Sui Sui's eyes widened round as she pointed at the iPad with a lit screen in the corner, her little finger twitching eagerly.

The little ginseng had grown up in the mountains and the most rare thing she had seen was the TV in the villagers' homes. There were little people who could move and talk inside, and it was so interesting that she could watch it all day without stopping.

Sui Sui was very clever. She recognized at a glance that this glowing black board was similar to a TV. Her eyes rolled around, and she quietly crept over.

By the time Wen Chi noticed, she was already standing in front of the iPad. Wen Chi had been thinking about how to send the little cub away since his phone had been confiscated and he couldn't contact the program team. When he inadvertently saw Sui Sui's position, he suddenly remembered something: "Don't look!"

Sui Sui looked back blankly, but the iPad had already automatically popped up an integral ranking list.

There were four names listed in order on the list —

First place, Zhou Lizhi;

Second place, Yu Xiaoxiao;

Third place, Zhao Sizhen;

Fourth place, Wen Chi.

During these days of recording, the positions of the top three might change occasionally due to the increase in points, but the fourth place was firmly held by Wen Chi, unshakable.

Wen Chi, who had always claimed not to care about the integral ranking, felt a sense of embarrassment he hadn't felt in a long time when he met Sui Sui's clear and innocent eyes.

The young man stiffened his expression awkwardly and tried to defend himself stubbornly: "The ranking is only temporary."

Sui Sui tilted her head, and the tuft of hair on top of her head tilted into a question mark shape. "What's a ranking?"

Wen Chi paused. Only then did he remember that the little cub looked about three years old and probably couldn't read.

He relaxed his mood and asked 友好地,"How old are you?"

When it came to this, Sui Sui became energetic. Immediately, she proudly puffed out her small chest and held up four fingers high towards Wen Chi, shouting loudly, "I'm three thousand five hundred years old!"

What did mortals always say? Respect the old and love the young! Right, that was it! So the predestined one should obediently listen to her!

Unexpectedly, Wen Chi didn't even bat an eyelid when he heard her say that. Wen Chi thought to himself: Are three-year-old kids so chuunibyou these days?

"Got it, you're three and a half."

Sui Sui puffed up her cheeks angrily, like an angry puffer fish. "What three and a half? I'm three thousand five hundred years old! Three thousand five hundred years old!"

The little cub was so angry that she jumped up and down. Unfortunately, Wen Chi didn't believe her at all and just mumbled "Uh-huh" twice. "Okay, I know. We'll talk about this later."

He looked down at his watch. It was already six o'clock in the evening. Seeing the equipment set up in every corner of the room, Wen Chi suddenly had an idea. He thought of a way to send Sui Sui away!

Wen Chi first comforted Sui Sui and then turned on the temporarily closed live broadcast room. With a "beep" sound, the red lights of several cameras automatically lit up.

The program team controlled the main camera from the background, aiming it at the only protagonist, Wen Chi —

Sitting in the simple thatched cottage, the young man who had shed all his dazzling halos was simply bathed in the sunset glow. Rich colors slowly flowed, outlining his superior facial features. He was delicate and handsome, with a clear and elegant temperament.

It was as if he were the beautiful youth Narcissus in Greek mythology. The simple light and shadow were the best accompaniment for him. Without any extra decoration, he was worthy of the title "The top god-like face in the entertainment industry".

No wonder when he participated in the talent show at the beginning, even though Wen Chi hadn't signed with a company and didn't have much singing and dancing skills, just relying on this face, he was able to break through in the entertainment industry full of handsome men and beautiful women, attracting countless fans. In the end, he managed to overpower all the contestants with backgrounds, reaching the top in popularity. Even the biggest investor behind the program didn't dare to rob him of his first place and reluctantly sent him to the C-position throne.

Unfortunately, these were all past glories. Now Wen Chi was like a rat crossing the street, being shouted at by everyone.