A Perfect Skeleton Needs Flesh and Blood

First floor.

In the bedroom of the twin sisters.

After returning home, Chi Qingchi hurriedly took a hot shower.

Then she began devouring the KFC in the bag like a whirlwind.

Chi Qingshui leaned against the wall of the upper bunk, holding her phone.

She was reminiscing over her past chat logs with Lin Yu, an unconscious smile playing on her lips.

Back then, she’d sent those messages just for fun.

Who would’ve thought…

Hundreds of days later, they’d actually come true.

Reality often turns out even more… intense than imagination.

Chi Qingchi stole glances at her sister for a while.

Every time she was starving and ate like a mess, her sister would scold her repeatedly.

Today’s unusual silence felt like something was missing.

“Sis, are you chatting with someone?”

Chi Qingchi’s sudden question made Chi Qingshui instinctively lock her phone screen.

Even though her sister couldn’t see it, leaving the screen on still felt dangerous.

“No, I was just… writing a movie review.”

“Today’s film was pretty good. You should go see it when it’s released.”

Chi Qingshui answered smoothly.

Chi Qingchi gnawed on her watermelon-flavored Coke between her teeth:

“Oh, I bet the movie was amazing.”

“Ever since you got back, I could tell you were in a great mood.”

“Did anything fun happen today? Tell me about it!”

Chi Qingshui: “!!!”

Fun things…

Mentioning today’s events brought those freshly suppressed scenes flooding back into her mind.

But…

These were absolutely not stories she could share with Qingchi.

If her sister found out she was secretly dating Lin Yu…

Their parents might end up knowing too.

Their family’s rules strictly forbade them from dating in college—especially not someone from their own major!

She’d have to be even more careful from now on. No way could Qingchi find out.

“It’s been raining nonstop outside. What fun could there be?”

“More importantly, are you done eating yet?”

“Tell me about your club activities today instead.”

Chi Qingshui knew her sister best.

Once Qingchi started talking about her interests, all other distractions would fade away.

“You really want to hear? Okay, I’ll tell you everything!”

“At the event today, I saw two Kanekis and a Rize!”

Chi Qingshui’s face darkened: “…”

Completely incomprehensible.

…

Meanwhile.

In Lin Yu’s bedroom.

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Today’s intimate memories with your cultivation partner linger sweetly in her mind!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Ah, little Qingshui…

We only just parted, and you’re already missing me?

Too bad…

Right now, my hands are too busy to message her.

“The Acting Practice Method?!”

Tang Yimian looked at Lin Yu with awed confusion.

Turning his words over in her mind, her heartbeat quickened.

The term wasn’t hard to grasp—its meaning was almost self-explanatory.

But Tang Yimian hesitated, afraid her interpretation might lead to another awkward misunderstanding.

“Senior, you can probably tell I lack real romantic experience.”

“But when it comes to crafting ‘ambiguous’ moments, I outperform even veteran romance writers.”

“And that’s all thanks to my college major!”

Tang Yimian murmured thoughtfully:

“I remember… you’re in Film School, Broadcasting major…”

Suddenly, her eyes lit up:

“Oh! So your program requires acting!”

Talking with smart people really was effortless.

Lin Yu continued:

“Exactly. Courses like cinematography, directing, TV production, audiovisual language—even our final projects—all demand we act in our own work.”

“I used to be just like you, completely clueless about writing romantic tension.”

“Until one assignment where I played a military officer with nine concubines… who still sneaked off with a cabaret singer.”

“That role taught me how to truly embody a character’s psychology.”

“Later, I realized…”

(Scratch scratch scratch…)

Tang Yimian: “Like Fu Wenpei from Romance in the Rain?”

Lin Yu: “…”

Tang Yimian: “Sorry, sorry! I shouldn’t interrupt. My bad! Please continue, Professor Lin!”

Lin Yu: “Where was I?”

Tang Yimian: “You played Lu Zhenhua—I mean, a military officer.”

Lin Yu regrouped:

“Later, I realized my earlier writing failed because I never truly stepped into my characters’ shoes.”

“The stories felt hollow—all surface, no soul.”

(Scratch scratch scratch…)

“Senior, if you want to overcome this hurdle, we start from within the character’s mind.”

“I guarantee—this is the ultimate solution!”

(Scratch…)

Tang Yimian’s pen paused. She asked:

“Professor Lin, are you saying… I should try acting as the heroine in my novel?”

Lin Yu’s gaze was unwavering: “Bingo.”

Tang Yimian: “!!!”

Play her own female lead?

This… this…

She felt utterly unqualified!

She wasn’t a film student—just an education major in humanities.

Zero acting talent!

Besides…

Her protagonist’s experiences…

80% of scenes happened in bedrooms!

Would she… have to rehearse those with Lin Yu?!

Noticing her hesitation, Lin Yu opened Tang Yimian’s handwritten manuscript.

“Let’s analyze it paragraph by paragraph.”

「That reckless rainy night」

“Time established.”

「He laid my drenched body across his bed」

“Setting and characters introduced.”

「As if admiring a prized collectible…」

“The implied central event is all here.”

“This opening sets excellent atmosphere.”

“But then—”

“The tone abruptly shifts to tearing clothes? Over in a hundred words?”

“No buildup, no rhythm, no crescendo—”

“You took a perfect skeleton and stripped it bare.”

Tang Yimian: “!!!”

She had to admit—

Lin Yu’s critique struck deep.

In an instant,

He’d reduced her from a gifted writer to amateur hour.

She needed to learn!

To improve!

If Lin Yu could set aside awkwardness to teach her…

Why couldn’t she push past her limits?

…

(Second update today. Bonus chapter coming later! Your support via power stones is greatly appreciated. Thanks!)