Chi Qingshui felt her restless, fluttering heart settle back down to earth the moment she heard Lin Yu’s words.
She followed his advice, taking deep breaths to regulate her rhythm.
After repeating this three times, the lump in her throat eased significantly.
"Where did you learn that? It actually works..."
"You could tell I was nervous right from the start, couldn't you?"
"Sigh, I thought I could handle it, but once I got on set, I really started panicking a bit... a lot."
Lin Yu chuckled and mimicked her, "A bit... a lot... panicked."
"Yeah, I can see that. I can definitely tell you're 'a bit a lot' panicked."
Chi Qingshui finally realized her slip of the tongue.
She gave Lin Yu a playful smack on the arm.
After bantering for a moment, the tension in Chi Qingshui's heart released considerably.
Lin Yu then said seriously:
"Qingshui, there’s absolutely no need to worry. You can definitely hold down the fort!"
"And if there's anything you can't handle, you've still got me, right?"
"This isn't a duel; you don't have to fight this battle alone. I'm right here by your side, ready to help you at any time."
[Ding!]
[Stellar performance! The Saint's heartwarming assistance and heartfelt words have deeply moved his Dao Companion!]
[Reward: 80 Spirit Stones]
Chi Qingshui nodded and quickly pulled Lin Yu back into the classroom.
……
The set was ready, and everyone was in position.
Chi Qingshui looked at the temporary assistants standing by the two cameras.
After confirming with eye contact, Chi Qingshui picked up the slate and shouted at the lens:
"Positions, everyone! Scene one, shot one, take one... Action!"
*Clack!*
The crisp sound of the slate echoed.
Like a starting pistol, it instantly snapped everyone on set—leads and extras alike—into character.
Lin Yu was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his hair slicked back as if it had been licked by a cow.
He pushed the door open and walked in from the outside, his face filled with shock.
His expression was spot-on, his acting incredibly realistic.
Just as Lin Yu felt the first take was going incredibly smoothly...
Chi Qingshui’s voice rang out:
"Cut!"
"No, that’s not right."
Lin Yu froze. "???"
Not right?
Him?
But his acting was so good!
Clutching the script, Chi Qingshui explained to Lin Yu:
"Lin Yu, your reaction was too early."
"The shocked expression was great, but you shouldn't show it so soon."
"When you enter the door, there needs to be a progression from calm to shock."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Got it.
Now *this* is what you call professional!
"Understood. Let's go again. Sorry, everyone!"
Lin Yu instantly grasped what Chi Qingshui meant, retreated outside the door, and prepared for another take.
"Positions everyone! Scene one, shot one, take two... Action!"
*Clack!*
Before studying this major, Lin Yu always thought that using the slate to mark the scene, shot, and take in movies and TV shows was purely to create a professional atmosphere.
And the script supervisor—what could they possibly be recording?
Weren't they just writing down what was filmed that day in a notebook?
Couldn't anyone do that job?
What was the point of such heavy formality?
It was only after actually studying it that he realized its importance.
It really was a case of "interlaced worlds are like mountains apart."
To be precise, marking the scene, shot, and take before every recording wasn't for the benefit of the scriptwriters or production crew.
It was for the post-production editors!
The same applied to the script supervisor's logs.
They needed to record which take was usable and which was a safety take.
That way, during post-production, editors could quickly identify usable footage from thousands of clips.
It wasn't just about setting a mood!
Why clap the slate in front of the lens?
Because when viewing the files in a folder later, the text on the slate is clearly visible in the thumbnail before the video is even opened.
By the second take, Lin Yu’s reaction and emotions were spot on.
Wang Biao, playing the **Homeroom Teacher**, provided excellent support from the side.
You had to hand it to him; he was a solid friend.
Even though it was made clear that this shot wouldn't capture a close-up of his face—meaning he could have just read the lines without investing much emotion—
Brother Biao still brought his A-game, completely immersing himself in the character.
When he delivered the line, "Student **Xia Luo** has lost his memory," the main camera continued to pan slowly, following **Xia Luo**'s movements.
Meanwhile, the secondary camera captured a wide safety shot, recording the smiles of the students on set.
Chi Qingshui stood by the main camera, checking the shot.
The high school atmosphere created in the lens was perfect, without a hint of incongruity.
Normally, a director would be stationed in front of a monitor.
But student film crews were poor!
The equipment available to borrow from the school didn't include monitors.
So, she had to stand behind the camera and rely on the tiny viewfinder screen to judge the footage.
Lin Yu walked to the last row, stopping in front of Xiao Chi, who was playing Ma Dongmei.
Xiao Chi had a popsicle hanging from her mouth and stared blankly at Lin Yu with a dull expression.
The vibe she projected was actually quite similar to Xiao Chi’s real personality.
Just as Lin Yu reached out to pinch Xiao Chi’s face...
"Cut!"
"Excellent! That's a wrap for this take!"
Chi Qingshui called "Cut" at just the right moment, temporarily halting the scene.
There was no helping it.
Poor crews had their own way of doing things.
Since they didn't have enough cameras, they had to waste the cast's time, shooting take after take, pass after pass.
This was where the storyboard script played a crucial role.
The script explicitly stated that the shot of Lin Yu pinching Xiao Chi's face required a close-up.
Therefore, there was no need to capture that part in the wide shot; doing so would be a waste of effort.
Unless there was a major continuity error in the close-up, the wide shot would never be used for that specific moment.
A detailed storyboard could save the production team a significant amount of time.
"Keep the camera steady. This time we're focusing on 'Teacher Wang'!"
"Lin Yu, walk through the scene again to give Teacher Wang an eyeline."
"Teacher Wang, are we good to start? Do you need a moment to prepare?"
Chi Qingshui asked Wang Biao politely.
Wang Biao flashed an OK sign and replied:
"Director, we can start immediately. I'm always ready!"
Within the same framing, Wang Biao, playing Teacher Wang, became the subject of the shot.
Lin Yu had to walk around the classroom again, matching his previous rhythm, to ensure that Teacher Wang's eyeline was correct for every line of dialogue.
If his eyes wandered, or if the movement didn't match the pan shot they just filmed, the final edit would look disjointed and break the viewer's immersion.
Of course, aside from eyelines, there was another crucial rule in academic student film projects.
"Wait, camera operator, pan to the left a bit more. We can't have Teacher Wang on the right side of the frame."
"Let me check that camera. We absolutely must not..."
"Cross the axis!"
……

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.”

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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!