Recalling the phone call from earlier, Principal Tang still felt a lingering sense of unease.
—"Assistant Liu, there’s something I’d like to confirm with President Luo."
"Principal Tang, President Luo is very busy. If you have something to say, tell me, and I’ll relay it when there’s time."
"Well, today there’s been a lot of gossip at the school about Lin Ran and President Luo. Do you think we should suppress it?"
"What gossip?" Liu Meng asked, puzzled.
Anything about Lin Ran—she should have known about it already.
"Rumors about Lin Ran and President Luo having an... improper relationship."
Liu Meng on the other end of the line froze for a moment before bluntly asking,
"Principal Tang, do you want to climb higher?"
"Assistant Liu, what do you mean? I’m old, so speak plainly."
Principal Tang felt exhausted. After living so many years, was there any worldly wisdom he didn’t understand?
But Luo Yao wasn’t someone who could be judged by normal standards, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle this.
Liu Meng’s voice continued over the phone, "You’ve lived this long and still can’t read the situation? If you suppress this, you’ll never get far. That’s all I can say."
With that, Liu Meng hung up, leaving Principal Tang stunned.
All he wanted was a straightforward answer, but instead, he got a bombshell.
Did President Luo want this to go public?
Then all his previous efforts had only made things worse.
And so, the current scene unfolded.
"Suppress your mother’s ass! If you want to die, go ahead, but don’t drag me down with you."
The Dean of Instruction was dumbfounded. Why the sudden outburst?
"So… we just let it be?"
"Letting it be isn’t an option. We need to fan the flames even more."
The Dean of Instruction was completely baffled. He felt his brain couldn’t keep up with the principal’s logic.
"Hurry up and go!" Principal Tang shouted.
"Uh… alright, I’ll go right away. Principal, don’t get too worked up—at your age, you might just drop dead."
The Dean of Instruction backed out of the office while speaking, only to hear furious curses erupt from inside.
"Old as dirt, but still curses like a sailor."
Inside the office, after a few more colorful words, Principal Tang’s face slowly broke into a wide grin.
After some thought, he called an old friend.
"Hello? Director Chen, let me tell you—that student I introduced you to before has turned out to be my lucky charm, haha!"
"What? What about Lin Ran? Oh! So he’s your grandson? I was just about to talk about him…%¥#…"
By the time Principal Tang finished rambling, Chen Xiao on the other end fell silent. So much had happened to Lin Ran in just one day?
His grandson sure knew how to make waves. It was almost like something out of a novel.
"What do you think, old Chen? Stunned, aren’t you? This student of mine is something else. He even managed to… Wait, what did you say ten minutes ago? Lin Ran is your what?"
"What. The. Hell?"
Principal Tang was utterly shocked.
Lin Ran was part of the Chen family.
At that moment, Principal Tang felt his brain short-circuiting.
He used to think Lin Ran was somewhat pitiable, but now…
A vivid image suddenly flashed before his eyes:
[Now standing before you is the strongest man of the 21st century: ‘No one lifts me to the clouds, yet I tread snow to reach the summit’—A trailblazing young entrepreneur, a man who single-handedly achieved revenge, the beloved of the nation’s top female tycoon, and a third-generation scion of a prominent red family…]
Principal Tang quickly shook his head, dispelling the fantasy, but everything still felt surreal.
He used to think Lin Ran had it rough, but now he realized he was the one to be pitied.
Lin Ran was still a college student, yet he had so many hidden identities that even an old-timer like him couldn’t help but feel envious.
And the fact that being the owner of Suran Group was Lin Ran’s least impressive title?
Absurd. Absolutely absurd.
Meanwhile, Lin Ran, lounging in his villa, unsurprisingly received a call from the Dean of Instruction.
"Lin Ran, my boy, I hope this call isn’t disturbing you?"
"Dean, just say what you need to say." Lin Ran disliked beating around the bush.
"Haha, as expected, nothing gets past you. Well, Jingda University is about to celebrate its 100th anniversary, and we’d like to invite some successful alumni to give speeches. Now, your success doesn’t have much to do with the school, but since you’re still a student here, and also—"
"Dean, you’re rambling. Just tell me the time, place, and what I need to talk about."
Lin Ran had no intention of making things difficult for the Dean—not after the man had once stood up for him.
After his rebirth, Lin Ran’s mindset had completely transformed.
If you treated him well, he’d help where he could. If you crossed him, well… you’d regret it.
"Good, good! Such a straightforward young man."
As soon as the call ended, the Dean reported back, and Principal Tang was moved to tears.
His instincts told him Jingda University was about to soar—and so was he.
The next morning, the crew from Nuanyao Media returned to the estate. They were a diligent bunch, aiming to wrap up all estate filming within three days to minimize disruption to Lin Ran’s life.
Short dramas weren’t like full-length series—they didn’t require lengthy shoots.
Lin Ran observed from the shadows, noting that they were already grasping the essence of a satisfying drama, so he refrained from further guidance.
Other issues would have to be figured out through experience.
If he spoon-fed them everything, what was the point of hiring them?
They had to earn their keep, after all.
Zhang Xiaolong, the second male lead, was also putting in the work.
He filmed during the day, streamed at night, and still managed to memorize his lines—and even those of others—by the next day.
It was proof that he was burning the midnight oil to perfect his performance.
Even Chen Qingtian was impressed by his dedication.
"Hmm, if I ever decide to keep a man, I might just save a spot for him."
Wu Zhishang: ???
So now he ranked below Zhang Xiaolong?
Before filming could wrap up, the forums exploded again.
Lin Ran’s popularity had skyrocketed, with everyone speculating whether he was truly being kept by Luo Yao.
But then, a user named [Strong Warmth] emerged, clashing with the naysayers.
No matter who claimed Lin Ran was being supported, she fiercely defended him.
[Lin Ran isn’t that kind of person. Stop spreading lies.]
[False rumors are illegal. What you’re doing is wrong.]
Her words actually rallied some of Lin Ran’s fans to blindly follow suit.
And so, the forum split into three factions.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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?!