"Senior, don’t be nervous, just relax..."
"If you feel overwhelmed today, like last time, we can set a safe word."
"Just say it, and I’ll immediately stop the acting lesson, alright?"
Lin Yu spoke from behind Tang Yimian, laying out the rules for pausing today’s session.
Having done this before, Tang Yimian saw no issue with it.
She nodded, waiting for Lin Yu’s choice.
Lin Yu continued:
"If it gets too much, just say..."
"'Classmate, I need to go to school for class...'"
Tang Yimian was about to agree—
But then, Lin Yu added:
"Today’s first period is English, second is math, third is science, and there’s no fourth period. But I’ve added an extra class—a free reading session!"
Tang Yimian: "???"
Her attention had been entirely on the first part.
The long list of subjects—English, math...
What even came after that?
She hadn’t memorized any of it!
Tang Yimian: "Lin Yu, can we maybe—"
Lin Yu: "Shh, we’re starting now. Until you use the safe word, don’t speak. Just follow my lead."
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
It was starting already?
She hadn’t memorized the safe word!
Now she couldn’t even stop it!
Helpless, she watched as Lin Yu’s shadow moved against the wall.
No time to argue.
No choice—she had to go along with it.
She had to focus... completely immerse herself...
This was her chance to find the missing "thread" in her craft.
Then—
The comb glided gently through her hair.
[Ding!]
[Used "Mystic Sky Silk Guidance" during the Forbidden Zone expedition!]
[Reward: 30 Sect Contribution Points, 80 Spirit Stones.]
Another personal item, effortlessly inspected.
Lin Yu, "acting on orders," had practically become a rogue imperial agent—once inside, he could investigate anything!
Tang Yimian sat in the chair, acutely aware of Lin Yu’s movements—
The comb sometimes slow, sometimes swift, dragging all the way down.
The varying pressure sent shivers down her spine, unsettling her.
Even worse was his other hand—
Gliding along her neck, behind her ears, lingering, restless.
The heat of his palm seeped into her cool skin, disrupting her heartbeat, her breathing.
To steady herself, she clutched her unlucky bear plushie tightly.
As if her last shred of safety depended on it.
Suddenly—
Tang Yimian’s mind flashed with realization: "!!!"
This...
This was exactly what Lin Yu had called—"externalizing the internal"!
With just two props—a comb and a plushie—
He’d vividly portrayed a twisted Lin Yu and a defenseless her!
Her own writing had never used "prop symbolism" like this.
Fragments of past literary lessons resurfaced in her mind...
If you want to write sorrow, don’t just write sorrow.
Write "asking when you’ll return" but getting "no certain date."
Write "night rain" slowly "filling the autumn pool."
If you want to write homesickness, don’t just write homesickness.
Write "bright moonlight," "frost on the ground."
Write "lifting your head" to gaze at the "distant moon."
If you want to write grief, don’t just write grief.
Write "by the small window," "doing her makeup."
Write "a thousand miles" separating you from a "lonely, cold grave."
Tang Yimian wanted to smack her own head.
She was a literature teacher! How could she forget such basics?
Weren’t these just symbolism, emotional projection, blending scene and feeling?
So impressive...
Lin Yu’s teaching method was brilliant.
No need for excessive narration.
Just props and actions—and the characters’ emotions became crystal clear.
Wait...
If she’d used crude descriptions instead:
She’s so nervous, she’s so anxious, she’s terrified, she’s panicking...
He’s so domineering, he’s so sly, his gaze is icy, he’s about to devour her...
That kind of blunt telling?
It would’ve been redundant. Empty.
A story with only bones—no flesh—would anyone even want to read it?
[Ding!]
[Masterful guidance! Pinpointing flaws has deeply impressed the Elder of the Transmission Hall, further elevating his reverence for the Holy Son!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Such a clever, talented senior!
Working with smart people saved so much effort.
But at this stage—
The [Soul Cultivation Trial] still hadn’t registered as complete?
If this kept up, he’d run out of material!
Two days of nonstop coaching—he’d used up all his verbal tricks.
He wasn’t actually a web novelist.
Just a guy who’d read a lot and could nitpick flaws.
If I still can't complete the "Soul Cultivation Trial" now...
Does that mean I have to go back to square one and take another careful step forward in the ambiguous relationship between the two of us?
Exchanging our first kisses clearly wasn’t enough!
Heavens know how much self-control Lin Yu had to muster to play along with his senior’s teaching routine earlier, especially with that ethereal figure standing before him.
Sorry, senior.
All for the sake of cultivation.
Since playing the refined scholar didn’t work...
I’ll just have to break through by force!
Right now, in Tang Yimian’s mind, Lin Yu must represent absolute "authority."
Now that she’s realized it...
The real test begins!
Test, test...
When ordinary people in a confined space become aware of and firmly believe in the presence of "authority,"
Do they truly enter an "agent state," abandoning independent judgment and switching to "execution mode"?
Even if the "authority" issues commands that cross their personal boundaries, they’ll still obey.
It’s convoluted.
But it’s a famous psychological experiment from decades ago.
Of course,
There’s also the chance that during the process, Tang Yimian might manage to recite the full "safety phrase."
Lin Yu is a man who follows the rules.
If she says it, he’ll stop immediately!
Lin Yu leaned in closer:
"Yimian, I can tell you’ve learned something, haven’t you?"
Tang Yimian nodded repeatedly, about to speak.
Lin Yu quickly raised a finger to her lips.
If she started talking, who knew how much she’d ramble?
It wouldn’t help at all—just ruin the delicate tension in the air.
Lin Yu continued softly:
"Good. Then let’s experience... the allure of sound in fiction."
The moment the words left his mouth—
"Ah—"
Tang Yimian felt her body go weightless as Lin Yu scooped her up and carried her to the table by the window.
The next instant,
She was turned around and pressed face-down against the desk, her back to him, her face toward the window.
Instinctively, she braced her hands against the table to steady herself.
"Don’t be nervous. Right now, we have the wind, the rain... all we’re missing is the sound of reading..."
...
(Extra chapter delivered—thank you all for your support! More to come tomorrow!)
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...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
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?!
