"Ah!"
A startled cry rang out.
Yan Miaozhu's chair tilted, causing her to lose balance, and she tumbled onto Lin Yu's beanbag couch.
"Professor Yan!"
Lin Yu reacted swiftly, leaning back to catch her firmly.
Yan Miaozhu's cry hadn't been an act.
She hadn't expected Lin Yu to push the chair enough to topple her. The gasp was purely instinctive.
By the time she regained her senses, she was already nestled in Lin Yu's arms.
Lin Yu, fully in control, quickly reassured her:
"Professor Yan, are... are you okay?"
But what he really thought was...
So TV dramas really are fake!
When men and women fall, how could they coincidentally land with their lips touching?
Their generation had been fooled since childhood!
It's just a fall—how could everything line up so perfectly?
Why not "coincidentally" slip right through the skirt seam and go all the way, breaking through and getting her pregnant?
A question that had plagued Lin Yu for so long was finally answered through firsthand experience.
As for Yan Miaozhu...
Her shock was genuine, but what followed was a perfectly executed "improvised performance"!
"You scared me to death! Thank goodness you caught me."
"Lin Yu, did you already forget what I just said? Really?"
"Didn’t we agree that when it’s just the two of us, you don’t have to call me 'Professor'?"
Lin Yu stared into Yan Miaozhu’s eyes until she turned away.
But in the end, he still couldn’t bring himself to call her "sis."
Playing dumb was enough for now—moving too fast would seem unnatural.
Seizing the opportunity, Yan Miaozhu surely had more tricks up her sleeve.
Just then—
Knock knock knock!
Knock knock knock!
Rapid knocking interrupted the two’s "entanglement."
Lin Yu: "???"
An interruption now?
What the hell?
Is this a damn novel?
Just when he was about to spar with this "Green Snake" sister, some random disruption had to happen?
Lin Yu had been too focused on his maneuvers to notice anyone approaching.
Yan Miaozhu looked even more shocked than Lin Yu.
She called out sharply toward the door:
"Who is it? What do you need?"
Inside, she was cursing viciously:
Fck! What clueless btch would ruin my plans now?
Just a little more maneuvering, and she might’ve gotten a taste of fresh meat.
Another teacher from a different class?
No way!
None of the faculty returning for the short semester were close with her...
Then—
A bright, cheerful voice came from outside:
"Professor Miaozhu, it’s me, Miao Haixin!"
"Sorry, am I interrupting your work?"
Yan Miaozhu: "???"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hearing the name, Yan Miaozhu and Lin Yu exchanged glances.
Miao Haixin!
Lin Yu’s class advisor!
True—
For the short semester, when students returned to submit assignments, advisors also came back to campus.
So Miao Haixin was at the school today.
But...
Yan Miaozhu thought:
Miao Haixin and I are barely acquaintances—we’ve never interacted much. Is she here for Lin Yu?
Lin Yu thought:
I’ve never heard of any connection between my advisor and Professor Yan. Is she here for me? It’s been years since I last saw her!
Regardless—
The knocking was real, and they couldn’t pretend not to hear it.
Yan Miaozhu’s guilt was written all over her face.
She quickly pushed herself up, shedding her earlier exaggerated demeanor.
As she smoothed out her wrinkled clothes, she whispered to Lin Yu:
"Fold up the beanbag and move it over here!"
At the same time, she called out:
"Just a moment, I’m coming!"
If Miao Haixin saw the beanbag or her disheveled appearance, rumors would ruin her.
Lin Yu moved swiftly and quietly, following Yan Miaozhu’s directions.
In his memories, twenty-six-year-old graduate student Miao Haixin was a dedicated advisor.
She handled every class matter with care.
In his past life, after his aunt passed away, it was her encouragement that helped him recover and complete his studies.
Otherwise, given his state back then, he might not have even graduated.
Unfortunately—
In the second half of his junior year, Miao Haixin left for work in the south, and they lost touch.
Today’s incident was part of the "Green Snake battle" between Lin Yu and Yan Miaozhu—it had nothing to do with Miao Haixin.
There was no need for her to misunderstand their relationship.
At the very least, he wanted to leave a decent impression on an advisor who had treated him well.
Seeing Lin Yu tidy up so efficiently, Yan Miaozhu exhaled in relief and headed for the door.
"Professor Yan, let me get it."
Lin Yu stepped ahead of her, rushing to the door first.
If a student was in the office, letting the professor answer while the student stood aside?
Even if nothing was going on, it’d look suspicious!
Totally illogical!
Seems Yan Miaozhu’s skills weren’t that high after all.
When flustered, even she could make rookie mistakes.
No wonder she’d slipped up so carelessly back then, letting that young playboy expose her.
Hearing Lin Yu say this, Yan Miaozhu finally snapped back to reality and quickly returned to her seat. She picked up the mirror on the desk again, adjusting her hair.
[Ding!]
[Critical Hit! The Saint's flawless composure in the face of danger has deepened the Green Snake Woman's favor, intensifying her obsession with seeking his aid in her cultivation!]
[Reward: 50]
Yan Miaozhu was thoroughly pleased with Lin Yu's performance, a smile playing on her lips as she watched his retreating figure.
This affection-starved young man isn’t bad at all—so quick-witted in his reactions.
It seems...
Bringing him under her wing was an excellent choice. No dangerous situations would ever arise with him around.
At the doorway, Lin Yu steadied himself and unlocked the office door.
Light spilled into the room.
Outside stood a girl in a beige printed chiffon dress, her hair tied up in a high, perky bun, clutching a blue plastic folder.
The moment she saw Lin Yu, her face lit up with an innocent, radiant smile.
Among the counselors at the film academy, Miao Haixin was undeniably a beauty.
Her lively eyes and passionate dedication to her work left a lasting impression.
"Ah! Lin Yu, you really are here!"
"I just ran into Qingshui and Qingchi at the cafeteria. They said you’d come to the office to help Teacher Miaozhu organize materials."
"I was worried you’d already left and I wouldn’t find you!"
"So glad I caught you here, haha."
Miao Haixin had barely seen Lin Yu before voicing her thoughts without hesitation.
Her words left Lin Yu momentarily baffled.
Looking for him?
For what?
Could it be because she’d seen the cosplay video and wanted to chat with him?
From what he remembered...
The counselor wasn’t into anime culture!
"Haixin, you’re here?"
"I thought you needed me, but it turns out you’re here for Lin Yu."
Hearing Miao Haixin’s voice, Yan Miaozhu finally stepped forward, her arrival slightly delayed.
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...
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.”
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!
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.
