Became the Military Advisor

"Another meeting?"

Liu Muye slurped his milk tea as he walked into the dorm, immediately spotting Nangong Ye sitting stiffly on the couch. At first glance, he thought he was in a meeting.

But Nangong Ye shook his head. "I thought about what you said to me in the infirmary, and it made a lot of sense. I’ve already talked to my parents—they’ve agreed to let me focus on school without handling company affairs. So now, I’m finally living the life I want!"

"Yeah, that’s great!" Liu Muye nodded approvingly. This was the kind of "normal" male lead he wanted to see, not some flat, one-dimensional "tycoon" NPC. "So, what are you doing on your laptop?"

Nangong Ye replied, "Watching a movie."

"Why are you sitting so stiffly just to watch a movie? I thought you were in a meeting." Liu Muye walked behind the couch and glanced at the screen. "Oh, Flipped?"

"Yeah, have you seen it too?" Nangong Ye turned to look at him.

Liu Muye nodded. "I have. I really like that movie."

Liu Muye loved comedy films—he’d watched every one of Stephen Chow’s movies multiple times and could recite the plots backward. After he started writing romance novels, he also sought out romantic films for inspiration, and Flipped was one of his favorites.

"Really? Yurou’s favorite movie is Flipped too—she mentioned it when we were chatting." Just saying Shangguan Yurou’s name made Nangong Ye unconsciously smile. "I was always too busy with work to watch movies before, but after hearing her talk about it, I got curious and decided to check it out."

Liu Muye set down his milk tea and smirked teasingly. "Oh-ho, calling her 'Yurou' now? Sounds like things are moving fast between you two."

"No, don’t talk nonsense," Nangong Ye quickly denied, waving his hands. "Yurou and I are just good friends."

"How good is 'good'?" Liu Muye narrowed his eyes. "Good enough for kissing and hugging?"

"Cough—stop it!" Nangong Ye flusteredly waved his hands to cut him off. "We’ve just been talking a lot lately, that’s all."

"Ohhh~"

Liu Muye gave a knowing grin. "Is that so?"

Seeing that mischievous look, Nangong Ye scowled. "That expression tells me you’re not thinking anything decent about me!"

Liu Muye chuckled. "Bingo."

"..."

Nangong Ye was momentarily speechless. He changed the subject. "Muye, for some reason, whenever I’m with Yurou, I get this strange feeling."

"What feeling?" Liu Muye took another sip of his milk tea.

"It’s like…" Nangong Ye thought for a moment. "It’s like there’s an invisible wall between us. She seems to keep a certain distance from me. Do you have any advice on how to break through that?"

"Uh…"

Even Liu Muye was stumped.

Though Shangguan Yurou was a character he’d created, the plot had spiraled into chaos. He had no idea how their relationship was progressing, let alone why she was keeping Nangong Ye at arm’s length.

Still, based on Shangguan Yurou’s personality and Nangong Ye’s recent behavior, Liu Muye offered a decent suggestion: "Why don’t you two go for a walk or hang out over the weekend? Get to know each other better."

Liu Muye figured the real reason for the distance was that Shangguan Yurou’s true identity hadn’t been revealed yet. Once Nangong Ye found out she was a young lady from a wealthy family, that barrier would probably disappear.

"A weekend walk?" Nangong Ye nodded, impressed. "As expected of you, Muye. You’re so experienced when it comes to chasing girls."

"...Me? Experienced?"

Being praised for his romantic expertise—by someone who didn’t know he’d been single his whole life—left Liu Muye torn between laughter and tears.

"Yeah." Nangong Ye nodded earnestly. "So, what should I talk about when we go out?"

"Family, hobbies, stuff like that." Liu Muye pointed at the movie still playing on the laptop. "Didn’t you say Yurou loves Flipped? Watch it carefully, then talk to her about it when you meet up."

"That makes sense…"

Nangong Ye nodded again.

Liu Muye finished the last of his milk tea and tossed the empty bottle into the trash. "Anything else?"

Nangong Ye glanced at the discarded bottle, then at the car keys in Liu Muye’s hand. "Did your dad unfreeze your account?"

"Yep." Liu Muye nodded. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head to my room."

"Go ahead. I’ll keep watching." Nangong Ye waved him off. "Thanks for the advice tonight."

"No problem."

Liu Muye smiled and stepped into his room.

Once inside, a thought struck him—was he now playing the role of the male lead’s wingman?

The idea of being trapped in his own novel, coaching the protagonist on how to pursue the heroine, was absurd enough to make Liu Muye question reality. The world had truly become something beyond his comprehension.

There sat Nangong Ye—a billionaire tycoon—curled up on the dorm couch, watching a movie on a tiny laptop, occasionally jotting down key scenes in a notebook.

Liu Muye had done the same thing once. He faintly remembered copying down the film’s iconic line:

"Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss..."

The official Chinese translation went: "We are all flawed, some dull, some gilded yet hollow. But if you’re lucky enough to meet someone who shines like a rainbow, everyone else will pale in comparison."

But Liu Muye preferred an alternative translation:

Some live in towers, some in the deep.

Some glow with light, some rust in sleep.

Countless souls drift, like clouds above.

But when you find the one you love—

You’ll know.

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Girls’ Dormitory

Fresh out of the shower, Han Juyou sat at her desk in pajamas, flipping through a writing guide she’d borrowed from the library. Every now and then, she copied key points into her notebook—the same one Liu Muye had gifted her, filled with his writing tips.

The notebook was thick, with only five pages used so far. The old one Liu Muye had repaired for her was now carefully stored away, no longer in use.

Her handwriting was messier than usual, as if something was bothering her.

Shangguan Yurou was still in the shower—she always took her time.

Zhang Ning was chatting on her phone, complaining about Shangguan Yurou, who always took forever in the shower.

Sun Zihan leaned in with a smile, eyeing Han Juyou, who was busy writing something, and asked warmly, "Hey, Juyou, swamped with work?"

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