Ran Xinxin and the others didn't expect Director Qiao to come over, as they were just about to go check the filming results.
"Director Qiao, what's the matter?"
"Xinxin, although the recording just now was decent, your presence was practically overshadowed by Alice. That won't do..." Director Qiao explained the key points for the next shot and then urged Ran Xinxin to exaggerate her movements and expressions even more.
"Xinxin, you must let go of your actor's inhibitions and boldly break free from people's fixed impressions of you. A nonsensical script can't be played too seriously, understand? If you keep this up, you'll never improve."
Director Qiao's tone was stern, his brows furrowed. Though Ran Xinxin was a rising star, it meant little to him.
"Got it, Director Qiao." Ran Xinxin had thought she performed well, but after being criticized, she could only nod obediently. Meanwhile, Director Qiao's gaze shifted to Ye Shuang and his group.
"They're my friends, just visiting by chance," Ran Xinxin quickly explained.
"I see. Feel free to look around." But as Director Qiao spoke, his eyes lingered on Ye Shuang standing nearby. He squinted slightly, then looked surprised.
"You... Mr. Ye?!"
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was taken aback. "You know me?"
"Ah, Mr. Ye, you must have forgotten—we met at the annual party, the one hosted by President Chen... We even chatted briefly back then."
Ye Shuang suddenly remembered—it must have been at Chen Qin's company's annual party. Back then, Chen Qin couldn't drink much, so Ye Shuang had helped fend off the toasts. Maybe that led people to assume some special connection between them?
"So, Mr. Ye is friends with Xinxin?" Director Qiao immediately began praising Ran Xinxin. "Xinxin performed wonderfully. Actually, what I said earlier might not be entirely correct. The most important thing is how she interprets the role herself."
"Right, Xinxin?"
Ran Xinxin was still a little dazed. Seeing Director Qiao's suddenly amiable demeanor, she wondered if this was the same person who had just scolded her for not being exaggerated enough.
"Well, criticism leads to improvement," Ye Shuang chimed in.
"Exactly, you're absolutely right."
The two exchanged polite words, and then Director Qiao noticed Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke beside Ye Shuang, seemingly struck by Bai Yuyou's delicate beauty and Tang Keke's striking presence with her backpack.
"Um, are these two... Mr. Ye's...?"
"Big brother's friends!" Tang Keke blurted out, while Tang Duoduo raised her hand and added, "Little sister friends!"
Bai Yuyou, however, simply said, "Husband and wife."
Husband and wife?
Director Qiao froze for a moment, then immediately recalled the relationship between Chen Qin and Ye Shuang. But in their circles, such arrangements weren’t unusual, so he tactfully avoided probing further and instead asked,
"Would you two be interested in acting in a short film I'm shooting?"
"Huh?" Not just Bai Yuyou and the other girls, even Ye Shuang looked surprised. "They'd act in a film?"
"We happen to have two roles that fit them perfectly—just a friendly cameo. Of course, it's fine if they’re not interested." Director Qiao smiled.
"I think Director Qiao just wants them for their looks," Alice interjected with a deadpan expression, mercilessly exposing him.
"Pretty faces attract viewers, after all." Director Qiao coughed lightly, completely unashamed.
"If it's just a small part, I don’t mind..." Ye Shuang was somewhat surprised that Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke had been invited for such a quirky short film—though it felt oddly random.
Still, it would be a unique life experience.
"Sis, are you gonna be a big star?!" Tang Duoduo shook Tang Keke's arm excitedly.
"I'm not the lead."
"Acting..." Bai Yuyou was also a little lost, as this was unfamiliar territory for her. But the girl was a quick learner—Ye Shuang only had to explain briefly before she understood, especially after seeing Alice demonstrate earlier.
"The two roles are: a highly skilled swordswoman and a demon king who’s crossed into another world."
Ye Shuang: "..."
This script is... quite the patchwork, huh?
Still, they ended up having a blast.
Bai Yuyou played the swordswoman, standing before the green screen with a prop sword, looking every bit the part. Her character was a cold, silent warrior—exactly the vibe Director Qiao wanted.
Tang Keke, meanwhile, played the demon king, clad in a costume that accentuated her figure. In one scene, she sat on a male actor’s back as if he were a chair, then whipped another actor with a prop flogger.
Watching Tang Keke’s flushed face, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she swung the whip, it was as if she had awakened some dangerous new side of herself.
But they all had fun.
As the sky turned orange, it was time to wrap up.
Today seemed to be Alice and her group’s last day of filming here, so Director Qiao invited Ye Shuang and the others to dinner.
"Care to join us?" Ye Shuang didn’t refuse, but he felt a little guilty as a guest at Tang Keke’s house—would it be impolite not to return for the evening?
"No problem, I’ll call and ask!" Tang Keke and Tang Duoduo, eager for a feast, immediately phoned home.
After getting permission from Tang's father and mother, Ye Shuang’s group boarded the bus to a nearby restaurant.
Ye Shuang sat in his seat while the girls, exhausted, dozed off around him—Bai Yuyou resting her head on his shoulder, Tang Keke and Tang Duoduo leaning against each other in deep sleep.
In contrast, Alice and Ran Xinxin weren’t as worn out, still energetic.
"Amateurs, tiring out so easily," Alice huffed. "I once filmed for a full day and night without sleep, you know."
"Miss Alice, napping in the company van doesn’t count."
"I did no such thing!"
Ran Xinxin covered her mouth, giggling at Alice’s bristling reaction. Then her gaze drifted and settled on Ye Shuang.
"Brother Ye, thank you."
"Hm? For what?" Ye Shuang adjusted his shoulder slightly to let Bai Yuyou rest more comfortably before turning to her.
"Just... thank you, hehe." Ran Xinxin didn’t elaborate, simply smiling.
"I see..."
Ye Shuang returned a faint smile, not pressing further.
Between adults, some things were better left unsaid.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"