It was 1:30 PM.
Inside a certain classroom at Pingchuan University.
More than twenty men and women were gathered there, all uniformly dressed in blue and white school uniforms.
Chi Qingshui and Lu Rou were on site debugging the equipment.
The actors with major roles—Chi Qingchi, Wu Chuntian, and Zhao Bin—were hurriedly running through their lines and practicing their blocking for the upcoming scenes.
There was also a heavyweight guest on set, making a cameo as their homeroom teacher!
Brother Biao... Wang Biao!
Regarding the role of the homeroom teacher, Chi Qingshui and Lin Yu had initially discussed whether to change the character to a woman.
If it were a woman, Aunt Qimeng and Aunt Ruxue might have been able to help out.
However, that would have required a certain degree of editing to the overall structure of the script.
In the end, they didn't go down that path, considering the final visual effect.
A male homeroom teacher would definitely yield better results for the performance.
With this in mind, Lin Yu took it upon himself to secure a male homeroom teacher.
He had originally just sent a message to Brother Biao to test the waters.
To his surprise, Brother Biao agreed without hesitation.
As the pivotal figure in the first scene, Brother Biao's performance was crucially important.
After Brother Biao arrived, Lin Yu chatted with him repeatedly for a long time.
When it came time to prep, and everyone was busy getting ready, Lin Yu found himself in a situation where he couldn't step away...
"Senior Lin Yu, I'm an officer in the Student Union's External Relations Department. I'm about to be a sophomore. Can I take a picture with you?"
"Senior Lin Yu, I'm also about to be a sophomore, from the Anime Club. Your 'Little Angel' cosplay was so handsome! Can the two of us take a photo together?"
"Classmate Lin Yu, we're from the same college. I'm a recording major. Can we take a picture, too?"
"..."
Faced with such requests, Lin Yu simply couldn't refuse.
These students didn't have a summer semester and were technically still on summer vacation.
The students who came to the set to act as extras were either from his college or locals of Pingchuan.
Since they had come to help out, how could Lin Yu have the heart to say no?
Besides, it wasn't an excessive request—just a photo together.
There was absolutely no reason to refuse.
Several old friends from the Anime Club who had attended the comic convention together had also come to the site today.
These school uniforms were borrowed thanks to Zhao Yuhao's help.
In the small circle where these old friends gathered, a heated discussion was underway.
Xiao Lie: "Holy cow, Brother Kaneki is so popular!"
Hehe: "Yeah, I thought we were only famous in a small circle. I didn't expect it to become a phenomenon, did you?"
Jiajia: "I said it before, Brother Yu would definitely become a campus celebrity when he came back."
Huanhuan: "It's not strange for anyone from Pingchuan University to show up, but even people from the rival club are here?"
Xiang Tiange: "What's wrong? Am I not welcome? Hahaha!"
Zhao Yuhao: "Not at all. Our club's culture has always been to value harmony."
Everyone looked at Zhao Yuhao: "..."
The Vice President was the same as ever.
Now that he was on his home turf, he put on an even more unfathomable air.
In front of the podium.
Wang Biao held his script and looked at the girl beside him, saying, "Manager Jiu, how come you're here joining in the fun, too?"
Shen Jiuyi sat on a chair, looking at the chaotic scene with a look of utter despair on her face.
It was one thing that Yaoyao didn't have time to come herself.
But she had actually forcefully pushed her out here to help on set.
With so many college students filming an assignment together, what help could she possibly offer?
Though, Lin Yu had told her what she needed to do...
Shen Jiuyi was a straight shooter. Since Wang Biao asked, she spoke frankly, "Lin Yu was worried that you wouldn't know anyone here and might feel awkward."
"So he asked me to come over and help. If you need anything, you can tell me."
"Or you can tell Lin Yu directly; I have to talk to him anyway."
Hearing this, Wang Biao laughed on the spot.
"Hahaha, Manager Jiu, you're still so quick to speak your mind, not beating around the bush at all."
"Yuzi is certainly thoughtful to have even considered that."
"But look at my age—how could I feel awkward facing a bunch of college students?"
"He's overthinking it, definitely overthinking it!"
"Manager Jiu, are you helping my buddy out by playing a role?"
Wang Biao and Shen Jiuyi weren't strangers, so he naturally understood her temperament.
The fact that Lin Yu could persuade her to come to the school showed that his relationship with the Shen family was not superficial.
It was probably even better than Wang Biao had imagined.
Shen Jiuyi shook her head helplessly and replied calmly, "I can't act. I have no talent for it."
"Boss Wang, if it's okay... can I go outside to get some fresh air?"
Hearing this, Wang Biao admired his little brother even more in his heart.
Who was Shen Jiuyi?
When had she ever given face to young people?
Yet Yuzi had managed to "lock her down" right here on the scene with just a few words.
That wasn't something just anyone could do!
It really took Yuzi to pull that off!
"No problem. Do I look like I'm feeling awkward?"
"Put your mind at ease, I guarantee I won't be awkward. Go ahead and do whatever you need to do."
Wang Biao spoke repeatedly, telling Shen Jiuyi not to be so polite.
If she kept sitting there on set, Wang Biao would actually be the one feeling uncomfortable.
It was better for her to move around freely; that way, everyone would be at ease.
Back in the classroom.
There was also a spectacle-wearing male student majoring in lighting, a classmate Lin Yu had previously bumped into at a restaurant.
He had recognized Lin Yu at a glance back then and proactively offered to team up.
Not only did he come to help out, but he also brought a lot of lighting equipment.
To a certain extent, he plugged the hole caused by their lack of equipment.
Chi Qingshui rushed around, checking everything.
Once he confirmed the on-site equipment was ready, he immediately went to Lin Yu's side.
Lin Yu's socializing had also finally come to a pause.
"Lin Yu, we can start a trial run."
"Let's start filming from the first shot of your rebirth return!"
Chi Qingshui said to him with a grave expression.
Lin Yu beckoned and called Chi Qingshui to a deserted spot outside the classroom.
Chi Qingshui asked with a look of suspicion:
"What's wrong? Is there something we didn't prepare well enough?"
"Why did you suddenly call me out?"
"Do you think the actors' movement lines will cause a continuity error?"
"Or is the boom mic position too low?"
"Or is it something else..."
Seeing Lin Yu's behavior, Chi Qingshui immediately thought there was a problem with the set.
But that wasn't Lin Yu's intention at all.
He placed both hands on Chi Qingshui's shoulders and said, "Qingshui, take three deep breaths!"
Chi Qingshui: "Huh?"
Lin Yu: "Don't be nervous. Look at you, your expression has completely changed. This isn't some life-or-death battle; it's just a small event in our daily lives."
...

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!

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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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"