The teacher in the classroom looked exactly like the "teacher" archetype from the movies he often watched in his past life!
She was none other than the owner of the dream—Tang Yimian, Senior Tang!
Lin Yu truly hadn’t expected this.
The reverse-teaching dream scenario started off with such a bombshell!
If only he’d known earlier.
If he’d known, why would Lin Yu have hesitated?
He would’ve jumped right in without a second thought!
Meanwhile.
No one was writing on the blackboard, yet chalk strokes began appearing on their own:
Urban!
Campus!
Romance!
Entrepreneurship!
Lin Yu’s blood boiled with excitement as he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly…
This era is just fantastic!
A high school classroom setting could pack so many tropes?
A decade later, would anyone dare to flirt openly in high school?
Try it before college, and you’d see!
Every last one of them would get obliterated by the censorship hammer!
Early-era campus stories were truly several times more daring than later ones.
So in this dream…
Lin Yu must be the protagonist of a campus romance, right?
Judging by Tang Yimian’s outfit, was she about to teach him how to write about "a student and his female teacher"?
Tang Yimian probably had no idea.
But on this topic, Lin Yu was absolutely qualified to speak.
Just earlier that day, he’d nearly been "firmly grasped" by a teacher in real life.
Reality was far more explosive and thrilling than fiction.
Fiction was too tame by comparison!
Why bother with professional attire for the teacher?
Just wrap a towel around and skip the formalities.
That said.
Senior Tang appeared in a full-on movie-style teacher’s outfit…
Lin Yu lowered his gaze, yet something else stood at attention!
If he didn’t react at all, it’d be downright disrespectful to "Teacher" Tang.
"Lin Yu, where are you looking?"
"Pay attention in class—no daydreaming…"
Teacher Tang’s voice was hypnotic, carrying an almost magical authority.
"Whoosh—"
A chalk projectile materialized midair and shot toward Lin Yu with pinpoint accuracy, striking him square between the eyes like a bullet he’d fired days prior.
"Oww!"
Lin Yu clutched his forehead, sucking in a sharp breath.
His pain tolerance far exceeded an average person’s.
Yet even so.
In Tang Yimian’s dream, the sting drilled straight into his skull.
Was this the legendary "Nullifying Strike" of a martial arts elder?
Incredible power!
And this was just a light disciplinary tap?
If she’d really meant to attack, wouldn’t it have blown his head clean off?
"Lin Yu, eyes on the blackboard. I won’t repeat myself."
Tang Yimian’s voice snapped him back to focus.
Lin Yu immediately folded his arms on the desk: "!!!"
Holy hell!
Is this really Senior Tang?
Since when did teachers turn into drill sergeants?!
So this…
Was how she felt when he’d lectured her?
Sitting ramrod straight, Lin Yu didn’t dare breathe too loudly, fearing another lethal chalk strike from some unseen angle.
At the podium, Tang Yimian seemed satisfied with his attentiveness.
She held a teaching pointer—no, a ruler?
Couldn’t blame Lin Yu for not knowing the name.
In all his years of schooling, he’d never seen this tool in a real classroom.
Only in certain film scenes where actors playing teachers wielded it.
Soon.
The lesson officially began.
Tang Yimian posed a question to Lin Yu:
"Lin Yu, tell me—what’s the most crucial element when writing urban campus fiction about teachers?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Here it comes.
The reverse-teaching is really happening!
If he wasn’t mistaken…
No matter what he answered, Tang Yimian would instantly refute it.
So.
Lin Yu tossed out an answer guaranteed to be wrong:
"The story’s content must avoid clichés and predictability!"
Next moment.
Tang Yimian: "Wrong!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Knew it.
He’d only answered this way to hear Tang Yimian’s take.
What could an unpublished female-oriented writer possibly know about male readers’ tastes?
Tang Yimian stepped down from the podium.
Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the floor.
Lin Yu instinctively tensed.
Given Senior’s current mental state, anything was possible.
She possessed the Nullifying Strike, after all!
Without preparation, she might catch him off guard and eject him from the dream.
With other dream-walkers, Lin Yu was the undisputed overlord.
Commanding absolute dominance.
But this unfamiliar sense of being controlled?
Strangely refreshing.
"Teacher, so… what’s the correct answer?"
Lin Yu spoke up, hoping to diffuse her intensity.
Result?
Totally ineffective…
"Look at me!"
Tang Yimian closed in, glaring fiercely.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
He knew this routine!
Wasn’t this exactly how he’d treated her during their sessions?
Such a minor power move had left a deep impression, huh?
Lin Yu hurriedly complied: "Looking."
Tang Yimian countered: "At what?"
Lin Yu puzzled: "At your eyes?"
What’s the deal?
Isn’t eye contact standard here?
Was there some next-level answer he missed?
Tang Yimian pinched her collar with slender fingers, pressing harder:
"My eyes? Are you joking?"
"I said look at my chest!"
Lin Yu: "???"
What the—?!
Since when were we this direct?!
He hadn’t even buckled up, and Senior already floored the gas!
Tang Yimian continued:
"This proves you can’t write fiction!"
"When a woman older and more experienced than the male lead appears,"
"Your first thought is her eyes?"
"Shouldn’t it be her figure?!"
"Answer me!"
Lin Yu inhaled sharply: "Y-yes, you’re right…"
Not just lip service.
He genuinely saw her point.
Damn, she’s got a point!
For new female characters like teachers, their physique—whether flat or bombshell—is absolutely the priority.
Senior here…
Knows her stuff!
Faced with such earnest guidance, Lin Yu obliged respectfully, eyes locking onto the designated area.
"Teacher’s absolutely right. I see it now! Very… ample. Very fair!"
In reality.
If he’d spoken like this to Tang Yimian, she’d have fled in embarrassment long ago.
But in the dream?
She actually seemed pleased by his assessment?
Before he could admire further, she straightened up.
Her pointer trailed down along her pencil skirt:
"Lin Yu, describe my outfit today in one word."
Lin Yu: "Beautiful."
Tang Yimian: "Wrong. Try again."
Lin Yu: "Elegant."
Tang Yimian: "Still wrong. Next."
Lin Yu: "Teacher, I’m stumped. Just tell me?"
Not that he lacked patience.
He simply understood the game.
He could guess a hundred words and still miss Tang Yimian’s intent.
Right now, she was mirroring his own teaching style—where every answer was "wrong."
Tang Yimian crossed her arms, chin lifted triumphantly:
"Classic!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Well…
Can’t argue with that.
(First update today! There will still be bonus chapters later, so I hope everyone can show some love and support. Thanks a bunch, folks!)
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