The shouting was, naturally, just everyone reciting their lines.
With both the elder and younger Chi sisters present on set, how could Lin Yu possibly go for a real kiss?
It was merely a symbolic gesture—a bit of stage acting that just needed to look convincing.
Wu Chuntian's cheeks were flushed crimson as she felt Lin Yu's presence inches away from her...
In the beginning.
Back when they had that altercation at the movie theater, Wu Chuntian had simply thought Lin Yu was a guy with a loose screw.
But as they continued to interact...
Especially after Lin Yu secured the gold award on behalf of the Anime Club, her perception of him had completely turned around.
To be in such intimate contact with Lin Yu in front of so many people.
It seemed...
It wasn't actually something to be shy about.
Being able to film this assignment with this group was truly wonderful!
"Cut!"
Chi Qingshui's voice yanked Wu Chuntian's consciousness back to reality.
Wu Chuntian: "!!!"
Oh no.
She had been so immersed in the moment that she actually forgot her blocking—she was supposed to stand up and cover her mouth to "weep."
This...
Didn't this mean they would have to shoot it all over again?
However.
The result was something Wu Chuntian never expected.
Director Chi Qingshui actually said, a rare occurrence for her:
"That take is a pass. We'll just pick up from Chuntian's reaction for the next shot."
"Lin Yu, you can stand a bit further back. Leave enough space to frame Chuntian."
Lin Yu smiled without speaking: "..."
Chi Qingshui, meanwhile, directly avoided Lin Yu's gaze.
Many people on set knew that the take just now wasn't particularly good.
Given Chi Qingshui's usual high standards, she should have demanded at least one retake.
Yet this time.
She let it slide so easily?
Most people would think Chi Qingshui was just being respectful to the girl.
Only Lin Yu knew her true motivation.
The Director's orders must be obeyed, naturally.
Chi Qingshui's action was not only to protect herself.
It also pulled another soul, one teetering on the verge of collapse, back from the edge of death.
Wang Biao stood on the sidelines, laughing in disbelief:
"Hahaha, did they actually kiss just now?"
"Little Zhao, let me tell you, this whole 'forced perspective' thing? Sometimes it's just an excuse so we don't get to see them actually locking lips!"
"Who knows, maybe they even used tongue!"
Zhao Bin felt extreme agony in his heart, yet he had to maintain a smile.
Brother Biao had come all this way to help; there was no reason to give him the cold shoulder.
"Hahaha, hahaha..."
"Yeah, Brother Biao, you're right. You... you really can't tell."
While Brother Biao wasn't looking, Zhao Bin quickly wiped away a tear of envy from the corner of his eye.
...
The classroom scenes moved along rapidly.
The scene where Xia Luo burns down the classroom and his mother comes to stop him was cut entirely.
It had little to do with the campus theme anyway.
Focusing primarily on the story of their student days allowed it to stand as an independent narrative unit.
This drastically reduced the difficulty of filming, making it manageable for a student crew to pull off.
Approaching 3:00 PM.
Counselor Miao Haixin arrived at the classroom, bringing Grandma Miao along.
The group members immediately gathered around to greet Miao Haixin.
"Counselor, thank you for coming!"
"Sister Xin, you're finally here!"
"Sister Xin!"
"..."
Upon arrival, Miao Haixin quickly mingled with everyone.
Lin Yu brought over a chair and placed it near the door.
He helped Grandma Miao sit down first, saying:
"Grandma, you just sit here and rest a while. We're almost done filming, then we'll head outside to shoot."
"How is your preparation for the lines going? Is everything smooth?"
Grandma Miao looked at Lin Yu earnestly, studying him for a long time before saying:
"I remember the lines. I remember them all. I practiced several times at home."
"Hehe, I remember you, Director Little Zhang!"
That single phrase—"Director Little Zhang"—caused the gaze of every crew member to turn toward them.
Miao Haixin hurriedly held her grandmother's shoulders and said:
"Grandma, his surname is Lin, not Zhang!"
Grandma Miao looked bewildered, speaking with disbelief:
"Isn't this Little Zhang? The one who came to our house last time for a blind date with you."
Everyone present: "..."
Lin Yu: "..."
Miao Haixin waved her hands repeatedly, stopping her grandmother from saying anything more:
"You guys get back to work, get back to work, she's just old and confused!"
"Grandma, when have I ever gone on a blind date? That never happened!"
Chi Qingchi asked Lin Yu curiously:
"Little Lin, you've actually been to the Counselor's house?"
Chi Qingshui quickly spoke up for Lin Yu:
"Didn't we mention it last time? We invited the Counselor to help act, and also asked Grandma Miao to play the teacher."
Lin Yu hadn't actually mentioned the details of Grandma Miao's condition.
Miao Haixin saw everyone standing there like statues and suddenly got anxious:
"You absolutely must not delay your progress. How about we go wait outside?"
Saying this.
Miao Haixin made to take her grandmother out.
Naturally, everyone blocked her path and insisted she stay.
There was only a tiny bit of indoor filming left to complete the day's shoot.
Everyone quickly returned to their positions and started filming again.
Miao Haixin had originally intended to remind her grandmother a few times not to make noise or cause trouble.
Unexpectedly.
Grandma performed even better than she had imagined; she didn't say a single word the entire time.
She just watched everyone bustling about with a look of anticipation, occasionally revealing a happy smile.
When she chose to bring Grandma along to join the fun.
Miao Haixin had worried she might be making the wrong decision.
On one hand, she feared causing trouble for her students and adding uncontrollable factors.
On the other hand, she didn't know if her grandmother would actually like this atmosphere.
Everything was just speculation from her own perspective, without any actual proof.
Seeing the smile on her grandmother's face, Miao Haixin felt a warmth in her heart.
It was at least proof enough.
That her choice hadn't been wrong!
...
Half an hour later.
Under a large tree somewhere on campus.
A group of students moved the camera equipment and various filming tools over, setting up the new location.
The classmates serving as extras pitched in, helping out significantly.
This was because, for the campus exterior scenes—aside from the segment where Yuan Hua howls at the sky—the other scenes still required a large number of extras.
The students who had come to support couldn't leave just yet; they needed to stay a while longer.
The outdoor lighting was currently quite good, very suitable for filming a few more scenes.
Zhao Bin stood on the grass, practicing the blocking and movement Chi Qingshui had arranged.
Especially for the scene where he punches the tree—to make the effect look realistic.
Even during the rehearsal, Zhao Bin was exerting real force.
He was attempting to use his performance to get Wu Chuntian to spare him an extra glance.
As for Wu Chuntian...
Aside from looking at the script, she wasn't looking at anything else!
In front of Xia Luo, how could the eyes of "Xia Luo's wife" possibly hold anyone else?
No matter how much Zhao Bin moved himself with his own efforts, he still couldn't enter her line of sight.
"Qingshui, Lin Yu, don't you guys still need extras?"
"I just sent a message in our class group chat. All the classmates who are free are heading this way."
Miao Haixin's proactive offer to help, however, sent a shock through Chi Qingshui's heart.
The class group chat?
The students in their class who were currently idle...
Might not necessarily be the right people to have on set!
...

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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!

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.”