Miao Haixin leaned halfway into the office, her smile growing even brighter:
"Professor Miaozhu, sorry to interrupt—hope I’m not disturbing your work?"
"I just heard in the cafeteria about Lin Yu’s group wanting to borrow some equipment."
"Since they need to use the school’s facilities, I rushed over to explain the application process for venue requests."
Lin Yu silently studied the advisor’s expression: "…"
So, it really was just an unexpected visit?
Judging by Miao Haixin’s reaction, it didn’t seem like she was making up an excuse.
Besides, she mentioned running into Elder Chi and Little Chi in the cafeteria.
The two Chis were on good terms with the advisor, so it made sense they’d ask her for help with the venue request.
Yeah, plausible enough.
As for Yan Miaozhu…
What else could she do?
You don’t slap away a smiling face.
Faced with Miao Haixin’s warmth and friendliness, Yan Miaozhu naturally responded with an equally bright smile:
"Not at all, no disturbance."
"Lin Yu here just finished organizing the students’ assignments for me."
"Haixin, if you need anything, go ahead and discuss it with him."
Lin Yu: "…"
A moment ago, she was calling him "little brother," and now it’s "Lin Yu."
Great.
Just great.
Talk about putting on two different faces—one in public, another in private.
She might as well staple "strictly professional teacher-student relationship" to her forehead.
Miao Haixin cheerfully flashed an "OK" gesture:
"Perfect! Then I won’t keep you, Professor Miaozhu."
Yan Miaozhu nodded, her gaze lingering on Lin Yu.
Lin Yu responded with his most "sincere" look—might as well commit to the bit.
As they stepped out of the office, Miao Haixin even held the door politely and added:
"Professor Miaozhu, I’ll close this for you."
Click…
The moment the door shut, Miao Haixin’s smile froze for two seconds.
Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward the door, her expression screaming "alert lifted" and "finally, I can breathe."
This micro-expression didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
Lin Yu’s mind reeled: "!!!"
Not an accidental interruption?!
So…
Miao Haixin knew about the "rumors" surrounding Professor Yan Miaozhu?
She’d rushed here from the cafeteria specifically to "rescue" him?
To shield one of her students from… temptation and corruption?
There was no other explanation.
If that were true, Miao Haixin’s performance had been flawless.
She’d nearly fooled even him into thinking it was all a coincidence.
In an instant, Miao Haixin’s image in Lin Yu’s mind grew several sizes taller.
Then, his brain kicked into overdrive—how to handle the inevitable "interrogation" coming his way?
He needed a convincing cover story.
If the advisor knew about Yan Miaozhu’s "private conduct" and had come to "save" him, she’d definitely ask what "work" he’d been doing in that office.
He’d been in there a while.
"Just copying and pasting" wouldn’t cut it.
He’d have to invent a more elaborate task to explain the time spent.
Whatever Miao Haixin thought of Yan Miaozhu didn’t matter.
Lin Yu had to protect his own reputation!
When Miao Haixin turned back to him, her smile was radiant again.
She waved a folder, signaling for him to follow.
As they walked, she chatted:
"Lin Yu, you’ve been on a roll lately."
"Top marks in photography class, and that gold medal at the comic con with Qingchi?"
"Impressive! You’re making me look good as your advisor, haha!"
"Keep it up for the rest of the semester’s projects."
"For the classroom filming request, you’ll need a handwritten application."
"Oh—I’ll send you the template on WeChat. Got it saved on my phone."
"…"
"Got it? Just standard procedure."
"Don’t worry about timing; I’ll handle the scheduling. No need to wait for approval."
"And hey, if you need an extra, I’m available!"
"Haha, if you win another award, I can brag to the other advisors."
"…"
The entire walk out of the building, Lin Yu realized something:
His usual street-smart skepticism didn’t apply to genuinely sincere people.
Miao Haixin never once brought up what happened in the office.
Not a single critical word about Professor Yan.
Just enthusiastic, responsible chatter about the semester’s short film project, her energy infectious.
Watching her work ethic and upbeat demeanor, Lin Yu couldn’t help but think of her as that eternally optimistic sponge—soaking up life’s challenges with a grin.
Miao Haixin led Lin Yu straight to the cafeteria, where his four groupmates were waiting.
Two untouched meals sat on the table.
"Advisor, Lin Yu—finally!"
"If you’d taken any longer, the food would’ve gone cold."
Little Chi noticed Lin Yu and Miao Haixin arriving at the cafeteria together and quickly greeted them warmly.
"Professor."
"Sister Haixin."
"Professor."
The other three also chimed in with their greetings.
Miao Haixin motioned for everyone to sit down, teasing as she spoke:
"Qingchi, it seems the food doesn’t taste as good when we’re not around."
"Or maybe it’s just that when we’re not here, you end up eating everything?"
Little Chi’s eyes darted playfully:
"How could that be? I’m not that much of a glutton, hehe."
Everyone burst into laughter, the atmosphere lively and harmonious.
Lin Yu and Miao Haixin took their seats, chatting with the group as they ate.
The conversation flowed from filming plans to amusing anecdotes about the end of the semester.
Then, as usual, Miao Haixin’s signature "Oh, right, right!" made an appearance.
She suddenly put down her chopsticks, grabbed Lin Yu’s arm, and exclaimed excitedly:
"Oh, right, right! Little Lin Yu, I heard you’ve published a novel online? And it’s doing pretty well?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Huh?
Another literature enthusiast?
Don’t tell me she’s about to ask for writing advice too?
He already had two such admirers—adding another would be too much!
Lin Yu’s gaze swept across the table.
The only people who knew about his writing were Elder Chi and Little Chi.
Elder Chi didn’t seem like the type to casually gossip about this with their professor.
When his eyes landed on Little Chi, she immediately grabbed her chopsticks—only to realize she had already finished her meal.
Lin Yu: "…"
Got it.
He’d deal with her later.
Faced with Miao Haixin’s question, Lin Yu replied:
"Yeah, I’ve written a little something."
Miao Haixin smiled brightly and continued:
"Little Lin Yu, you seem so reserved in class, but you’re full of surprises!"
"When you write online, do you use a pen name?"
"Back when I was in school, submitting to campus magazines, our teacher made us all pick pen names."
"What’s yours?"
Lin Yu scratched his cheek: "…"
Last time, when Ying’er asked about his writing income, the system had smoothly handled it.
Surely it could fabricate a pen name too, right?
Just as Lin Yu was about to answer, Elder Chi interjected curiously:
"Professor, what was your pen name back then? I’m really curious."
The moment the question left her lips, all eyes turned to Miao Haixin.
She grinned sheepishly:
"Haha, you’re making me blush."
"I called myself… Boss Bao."
Lin Yu froze: "!!!"
Boss Bao?
Wait—
Their professor was the legendary Boss Bao from back then?!
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...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
