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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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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
