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?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
