Chi Qingshui and Lin Yu exchanged a glance.
Lin Yu shrugged, indicating he had no idea.
Besides.
Even if Lin Yu did know, he wouldn't refuse Miao Haixin's offer of help.
How could Lin Yu possibly turn down the advisor's kind and well-intentioned offer to help?
It was the classmates in the group chat who, after seeing the advisor's message, really needed to figure out how to refuse.
If you didn't give face when the advisor spoke up,
did you still plan on getting by in the film school?
Did you really think the advisor would help you out when you were in a pinch?
From the moment Miao Haixin sent that message, the nature of the situation changed.
What's more worth mentioning is,
Miao Haixin only sent the location in the group, asking who was free to come be an extra.
She didn't say at all whose filming group it was!
What should have been just another ordinary day of shooting
seemed destined to become not so ordinary after all...
The trio of Shi Yanhai, Gou Feng, and Gao Yumin had no group filming task today.
With Zhao Bin not in the dorm, the three of them were just about to team up and go play games.
After seeing Miao Haixin's message in the group, they unanimously decided to go help out.
At the very least,
they could earn some brownie points with Miao Haixin.
It would make things easier to talk about later when they needed something.
As the class monitor, Shi Yanhai felt even more duty-bound.
Even if Gou Feng and Gao Yumin didn't come, he would have gone alone.
"Bro Hai, which group's filming today? The advisor actually offered to help round people up?"
"I bet it's a girls' group!"
Gou Feng guessed casually as they walked.
Gao Yumin, wearing slippers and biting on a popsicle, chimed in:
"Bro Dog, isn't that stating the obvious?"
"When have you ever seen the advisor help round up people for a boys' group?"
"I've noticed, we guys are just too proud for our own good!"
"Even when we need help, we're too embarrassed to ask."
"Monitor, what about our group's assignment? We can't even gather enough actors..."
In their group, the only member who might have the connections to pull people in was probably Monitor Shi Yanhai.
When things got stuck and couldn't move forward, it still depended on how he performed under pressure.
Shi Yanhai had recently been slowly recovering from the blow Chi Qingshui dealt him.
He was finally gradually regaining his drive for working on assignments and studying hard.
Had he forgotten Chi Qingshui that quickly?
Forgetting was impossible.
But at least he could control himself, not actively think about her, so it wouldn't hurt.
"Big Gao, Bro Dog, don't worry, our assignment won't be a problem."
"Don't you get why I persuaded you guys to come with me yet?"
Gou Feng was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up:
"Got it!"
"We take this chance to help the advisor, so later we can more easily bring up our own request."
"That's the idea, right?"
Shi Yanhai nodded and said firmly:
"Right, that's exactly what I was thinking."
"Of course, if we get along well with the extras on site,"
"we might not even need to ask the advisor, we could handle it ourselves."
Gao Yumin put his hand on Shi Yanhai's shoulder and praised:
"No wonder you're our class monitor!"
"You really have a clearer understanding of social niceties and how things work!"
As they were talking,
the three of them saw the bustling filming site.
Gou Feng's nose twitched as he took a deep breath:
"Hiss..."
"Quite a few girls here today!"
Shi Yanhai and Gao Yumin simultaneously shot him disapproving looks.
When there were lots of girls around, Bro Dog completely lost control of himself!
Shi Yanhai couldn't help saying:
"Bro Dog, when are you going to fix this habit of yours?"
"What's so great about the smell of laundry detergent anyway?"
Gao Yumin hurriedly stopped him:
"Monitor, just let him get his fill of sniffing now!"
"If he starts sniffing like that on site later, that would be truly embarrassing!"
Shi Yanhai saw the logic in that and didn't stop him.
Suddenly.
Gou Feng stopped dead in his tracks: "!!!"
Shi Yanhai: "What's wrong?"
Gao Yumin: "Smell someone who didn't shower?"
Gou Feng looked at Shi Yanhai with disbelief:
"It seems... it seems like the laundry detergent scent of the Student Union President and Chi Qingchi..."
"And Lin Yu!"
Shi Yanhai: "!!!"
Gao Yumin: "???"
The three of them stopped and looked towards the lively area ahead.
"Monitor! Shi Yanhai!"
Before the three could clearly see if it was them, Miao Haixin's call rang out first.
Gao Yumin looked pained:
"What do we do? Go over? Bro Dog's nose has never been wrong before!"
Shi Yanhai waved back at Miao Haixin, forcing a smile onto his face.
Then,
he said to the two beside him:
"What else can we do? The advisor saw us!"
"We have to go help now, we can't leave!"
"Bro Dog, are you sure you didn't mis-smell? Try again?"
Gou Feng waved along with Shi Yanhai:
"I wish I were wrong!"
Miao Haixin's shout didn't just startle the arriving trio.
On site,
Zhao Bin, who was preparing to shoot, also froze in place.
Monitor Shi Yanhai?
He...
What was he doing here?
How could he possibly come to help Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui?
It made no sense at all!
Zhao Bin had calculated a thousand things, but never expected this.
When he refused to shoot with his dorm buddies and sneaked out, he had made up an excuse!
If those three saw him...
Zhao Bin looked towards the path: "..."
Too late.
They'd already seen him.
Shi Yanhai: "Old Zhao?"
Gou Feng: "What the hell is Old Zhao doing here?"
Gao Yumin: "Did this idiot Old Zhao come here to defect?"
Zhao Bin raised his hand stiffly, waving at the three.
Done for.
Completely done for.
He'd have to think hard about how to explain this to them when he got back.
Then again, maybe no explanation was needed.
Wu Chuntian standing beside him was explanation enough.
Chi Qingshui looked at Lin Yu with a pained expression, like a startled bird once again.
Lin Yu subtly waved his hand, signaling Chi Qingshui not to mind.
He proactively walked up to the trio and said amiably:
"Monitor, I really didn't expect you three to come help."
"Old Zhao is going to play a role later. You guys just need to act as passersby, walking around nearby."
Gou Feng and Gao Yumin immediately avoided Lin Yu's gaze.
After what happened last time, how could they have the nerve to stand in front of Lin Yu?
That Lin Yu didn't make a big deal out of it was already a blessing in disguise.
Keeping some distance was a form of respect for each other.
But now, here they were, trying to curry favor with the advisor,
only to end up
failing to gain an advantage and suffering a loss instead.
They had awkwardly run into Lin Yu again!
And in front of so many classmates, with the advisor present too, making it impossible to avoid.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
