Classic!
They weren’t wrong—it really is classic!
Almost forgot, it’s novel-writing tutorial time now.
Tang Yimian’s outfit perfectly matched the image of a teacher from this era in fiction.
Even years later, this look would still hold up.
But…
It’s a bit lacking in originality.
"You rookie writers always want to break new ground, to write something unconventional and fresh."
"Do you not realize that classics are what give the strongest sense of immersion and are the most widely accepted?"
"So, when it comes to teachers in urban campus stories, the most important thing is…"
"Immediate immersion in the character’s introduction!"
Tang Yimian revealed the answer, making a compelling case.
Not only did she sound confident, but she also left Lin Yu with no room for rebuttal.
Admittedly, she had a point.
If a character is vividly established from their first appearance, making them feel real—
Then in the following plot,
As long as they don’t do anything too absurd, everything they do will feel right, every detail will land.
Unless you have some extraordinary talent and can make a "new heroine" archetype resonate deeply with readers,
Choosing a "classic" character template is the safest, most immersive approach.
Teacher Tang wasn’t just spouting nonsense—she made a solid argument.
At the very least, the moment she appeared, Lin Yu felt it.
Otherwise, his body wouldn’t have instinctively straightened up in response.
When a teacher imparts "new knowledge," the student naturally has to provide the appropriate emotional feedback.
Lin Yu nodded repeatedly, chiming in:
"Teacher’s advice is very insightful, super helpful for writing novels. I’ll make sure to remember it!"
Tang Yimian stared at Lin Yu intently, her gaze unrelenting and still brimming with authority.
Lin Yu: "???"
Was praise not allowed?
Did he somehow praise her wrong?
Tap tap tap!
Tang Yimian rapped Lin Yu’s desk with a pointer held in one hand.
Adopting the stern tone of a teacher, she demanded:
"You say you’ll remember it, but are you just paying lip service?"
"Your hands! Use your hands to take notes!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
So that’s what she was waiting for!
It had been years since Lin Yu last attended school, so of course, he didn’t react in time.
But after Tang Yimian’s reminder, he didn’t dare hesitate.
He immediately reached into his desk:
"Yes, Teacher Tang is absolutely right!"
"Writing it down helps with memorization. I’ll jot it all down now."
With a thought,
A notebook and pen materialized in the desk drawer, which he pulled out.
Lin Yu pretended to scribble, but every word Tang Yimian had just said automatically appeared on the page.
Truly, the tides had turned.
Lin Yu never imagined he’d be lectured like this one day.
And yet, he couldn’t even argue back.
He was too afraid of saying the wrong thing and disrupting his senior’s subconscious, causing the dream world to collapse.
Besides,
Having spent so much time teasing others, experiencing the other side’s perspective firsthand was… oddly interesting!
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s diligent attitude has greatly pleased the Elder of the Teaching Hall!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Hearing the system notification,
Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel like a well-behaved student being rewarded with a gold star.
Clearly, the "teacher persona" was deeply ingrained in his senior’s subconscious.
Even in the dream world, she favored obedient students.
But today’s lesson was different.
Compared to usual, it felt a little… unconventional.
As Lin Yu continued writing, a pair of soft, delicate hands slid from his shoulders down to his arms.
Swoosh—
The cool, silky touch sent shivers straight to his heart.
"Lin Yu, when writing, don’t let your hand shake. Grip the pen firmly, like this…"
He didn’t need to look up.
Lin Yu could already feel the pressure against his back—the unmistakable presence of twin soft weights.
The warm breath brushing against his ear only amplified the restless stirrings in his chest.
Lin Yu really wanted to say:
Teacher Tang, don’t be like this~
But uttering those words to two different teachers within 24 hours felt… disrespectful.
Still, Lin Yu couldn’t help but wonder—
What kind of novel did his senior think he was writing?
Even if this wasn’t set over a decade later,
In current male-oriented fiction, who would dare write something like this?
This was the kind of scene that could get an entire book banned if mishandled!
Of course,
A student must learn exactly as the teacher instructs.
Now was not the time for skepticism.
Senior Tang was putting on such a dedicated performance, even going this far to guide him.
How could Lin Yu not cooperate?
"Got it, thank you, Teacher."
Lin Yu played along effortlessly, letting Tang Yimian guide his hand as he moved the pen.
Once the writing was done, Lin Yu cautiously turned his head to glance at Tang Yimian’s profile.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Oh no.
He’d never seen his senior from this angle before.
Now that he was looking closely… he was genuinely captivated!
Her side profile was easily a 90/100—sharp yet refreshingly elegant.
Paired with that slightly unbuttoned blouse…
Perfection.
At the same time,
Tang Yimian’s gaze shifted to meet his, and she flashed him a faint smile.
Whether it was heart-stopping or not, it definitely stirred his heart.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Now this was the essence of male-oriented fiction.
His senior must’ve read plenty of it!
Next up should be…
Lin Yu leaned in slightly, ready to initiate the climax of this "lesson."
With such a golden opportunity, not stealing a kiss would be a waste.
Just as his lips were about to make contact,
Tang Yimian murmured softly:
"Why are you looking at me…?"
Lin Yu: "???"
Her tone felt… off?
Was this really the right time for that question?
However,
The next moment made everything crystal clear.
It was the right time.
Absolutely the right time.
"I asked why you’re looking at me."
"Look at the notes! At the words on the page!"
"Do I have characters written on my face?"
Tang Yimian’s expression shifted in an instant, leaving Lin Yu utterly unprepared.
Lin Yu: "???"
What the—?
Was she messing with him?
What kind of plot twist was this?
One moment she’s a princess, the next she’s a tyrant?
What kind of male-oriented power fantasy has this kind of split-personality, mood-swinging character?
This was straight-up unappealing!
Lin Yu was at a loss.
Suppressing his frustration, he lowered his head again.
"I’m sorry, Teacher. I got distracted."
Tang Yimian gently stroked his hair, her voice softening again:
"Hehe, it’s fine. At your age, lack of focus is normal."
"Let me teach you a method to improve concentration. It works wonders."
With that,
She pulled a chair over and sat down—right next to Lin Yu.
No, not just next to him. Pressed against him.
Lin Yu: "…"
So she really is bipolar, huh?
…
(Second chapter for today. More to come later!)
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