Everyone was just here to exchange creative ideas, not for anything else.
How could Little Yu's determination be wasted in her hands?
Moreover—
She was the one who had asked for his help in the first place!
Watching Tang Yimian's expression shift from hesitation to resolve,
Lin Yu immediately intensified his cultural offensive:
"It's the same principle as when Master Tang writes poetry. If you want to write poetry, you can't just write poetry."
"You need wind… and meat;"
"You need hotpot… and mist;"
"You need beauties… and even a donkey!"
[Ding!]
[A brilliant move! Your peculiar guidance and interpretation have left the Elder of the Teaching Hall utterly stunned!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
She had heard this line before—more than once.
But when she'd heard it previously, it hadn’t resonated so precisely.
Back then, it just seemed amusing, especially when delivered by the right actor.
Now, with Lin Yu breaking it down and connecting it to today’s lesson,
Tang Yimian felt like she actually understood?
Lin Yu sat back, confident.
This time—
Could she really refuse to learn? Hell no!
Lin Yu: "Senior, we can start by trying the most basic step first…"
Whoosh!
Lin Yu: "???"
Before he could finish,
Tang Yimian abruptly stood up from her seat.
Under Lin Yu’s bewildered gaze,
She walked over and sat on his bed!
"Teacher Lin, you’re right. If I can’t grasp a character’s inner world,"
"I’ll never be able to write a vivid, lifelike role. Thank you for being willing to guide me."
"I… I’m ready!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What he’d originally envisioned was starting with something simple, like holding hands.
Being touched by the opposite sex in a tense setting would evoke different emotions.
If he’d been too forward right away,
He was afraid he might scare his senior off entirely.
Who would’ve thought—
Her earlier silence had actually been her steeling herself for such a bold move?
Lin Yu clearly saw that after declaring herself ready,
Tang Yimian even closed her eyes for a few seconds.
It was as if she had fully prepared herself to sacrifice for art—
No, for literature!
This progress was dozens of times smoother than Lin Yu had anticipated.
At this rate, even if he pounced on her right now to fulfill the novel’s directives,
Wouldn’t his senior find it justifiable?
Hah…
Perfect!
Fortunately, Lin Yu had already been through a battle earlier that day.
The restless energy of youth had already been vented.
Otherwise—
Faced with such a relaxed and defenseless scene, he might not have been able to keep his cool.
Lin Yu walked to the bed and opened the window halfway.
Instantly,
The sound of the pouring rain grew louder, cascading clearly into the room.
He then drew the curtains and turned off the bedroom light.
In an instant,
The atmosphere of a rainy night was complete.
A chilly breeze drifted in, but it couldn’t cool Tang Yimian’s flushed cheeks.
When she’d mustered the courage to sit here, she’d thought she was prepared.
But now, with the novel-like scene unfolding before her,
She began to feel nervous and uneasy.
As if something was really about to happen at any moment.
"Remember this feeling. It’s a crucial part of creating realism in fiction."
Lin Yu’s voice snapped her back to attention.
Right!
This was all for the sake of her novel.
She needed to etch every psychological shift and genuine sensation into her memory.
She couldn’t just sit there dumbly.
Once the living room curtains were also drawn,
The room plunged into darkness.
Only the faint light seeping through the gaps in the curtains allowed them to barely make out their surroundings.
"Tang Yimian, stand up. Describe the emotions in your heart, in your own writing style…"
Lin Yu didn’t approach her. Instead, he issued instructions from the living room.
Biting her lip, Tang Yimian obeyed:
"Hah…"
"My heart races like raindrops striking a pond, my breathing… my breaths echo unnervingly loud in the darkness."
"My body trembles uncontrollably, my hands clench tightly in front of me, struggling to maintain composure."
"Like a guilty student awaiting… her punishment."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Once again, he was struck by the terrifying potential of a genius.
This teaching method was far from conventional.
Yet even in such barren soil, she was voraciously absorbing nutrients.
She didn’t need excessive guidance—just the right environment.
Given time, she would undoubtedly grow into a towering tree.
But before that…
A sapling must be pruned to grow straight; a person must be disciplined to stay sharp.
Even a phoenix must coil, even a tiger must crouch.
Lin Yu pulled over a chair and sat across from the bed.
"Teacher Lin, what’s this for now…?"
In the darkness,
Tang Yimian could vaguely see Lin Yu sitting not far in front of her, though his expression remained hidden.
Strangely,
This shroud of mystery made her heart pound even harder.
It was as if she could truly immerse herself in the heroine’s perspective, just as Lin Yu had described.
"Now, let’s flesh out your male lead’s characterization. Before the opening scene, what should he say to lead into the ‘lying on the bed’ scenario?"
Tang Yimian’s mind raced at Lin Yu’s words.
He was right—
This was about character motivation!
Without clear motives, if the story relied solely on shock value,
Wouldn’t that be exactly the kind of emptiness Teacher Lin had criticized?
The motives didn’t need to be spelled out, but they had to exist in the writer’s mind.
"Reporting to Teacher Lin, I think it should go like this…"
"'I never noticed before, but you damn woman… you’ve got a certain sweetness to you. Dressing like this and parading around the house—weren’t you just waiting for this moment? Fine, today I’ll grant your wish. You’ll be my woman.'"
Lin Yu froze: "…"
Tang Yimian blushed: "…"
Classic!
That’s the stuff!
What should he even say to that…
This kind of material probably wasn’t considered cliché yet in this era, right?
Maybe it was still trending?
Who knew with female-oriented fiction!
Lin Yu opened his mouth: "…"
Nope.
Damn, these lines were too cringe. His thick skin had its limits—he couldn’t bring himself to say them.
"Then… what kind of tone should I use?"
"Domineering? Aloof? Or maybe… a deeper voice?"
As he spoke the last few words,
Lin Yu deliberately lowered his voice, adding a husky edge.
Tang Yimian curled her fingers, contemplating:
"The tone should be… three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts nonchalance."
Lin Yu: "…"
I am one hundred percent speechless!
Might as well shout, "Fam, can you even?!"
…
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
