"This ancient town scenery would be perfect for a vlog," Jiang Qiuran suddenly suggested just as the group was about to leave and pondering dinner options.
Honestly, the idea was quite useful.
Under the influence of carefree fun, the others had completely forgotten the original purpose of their trip.
Ah, blame it on the way eating, drinking, and wandering effortlessly erodes one’s willpower!
"So, what kind of vlog content should we film? If it’s just a simple travel record, it probably won’t stand out—every group is doing the same thing," Wan Xinyan mused, joining the discussion.
She also wanted to use this activity to earn some academic credits.
Cutting down on tedious elective courses would naturally be a good thing.
"How about we follow those livestreaming girls from earlier and wear hanfu?" Chu Mingzhe suddenly proposed. "Though I may lack talent, I do possess a certain charm of a classical gentleman when dressed in hanfu."
Su Bai: "…" (sweatdrop emoji)
Xue Tao glared. "With those shifty eyes of yours, you’d look more like a eunuch in a flying fish uniform."
Jiang Qiuran cleared her throat. "If no one minds, I could rent an outfit and perform a classical dance. Paired with this backdrop, it’s sure to leave a striking impression."
Clearly, Jiang Qiuran had planned this in advance.
Speaking about her area of expertise, she regained her usual cheerful, radiant charm.
Jiang Qiuran had thought it through—if she wanted to reconcile with Su Bai, she needed to showcase her strengths first.
"Oh right, Qiuran originally studied dance before switching to broadcasting," Wan Xinyan, also an arts student, suddenly recalled. "I once ran into a dance professor who lamented her switching majors, saying they’d lost a talented student."
"Hmm, then she must be amazing!" Chen Yusheng nodded happily. Well, the credits were secured!
She didn’t overthink it.
Thus, the group unanimously approved Jiang Qiuran’s plan.
It wasn’t until Jiang Qiuran donned the rented hanfu that everyone realized why this popular beauty from the arts college had captivated so many hearts.
Her graceful figure and captivating eyes embodied the natural allure of a pure-yet-seductive beauty.
Paired with the exquisite hanfu, the effect was breathtaking.
If emperors of old had such a consort, it was no wonder they neglected court duties.
The hanfu itself was modest and proper, not the least bit risqué, yet as Jiang Qiuran danced to the music, every glance and smile was heart-stopping.
Even Su Bai had to admit that his childhood friend was undeniably magnetic.
"Qiuran, you’re amazing! You’re even better than those dance streamers on Douyin!" Wan Xinyan, holding the phone to film, was the first to see the footage and couldn’t help but lavish praise.
"You flatter me. Since I joined the team, I ought to contribute meaningfully."
After saying this, Jiang Qiuran glanced at Su Bai with a look that screamed, "Aren’t you proud of me?"
Su Bai was amused. Seriously, this lazy cat was suddenly taking the lead on a team project?
Good heavens, had Jiang Qiuran been possessed by aliens?
Seemed she’d grasped a crucial lesson in her "chasing-husband-through-hell" strategy:
Become a useful woman.
Su Bai kept a straight face and gave a slight nod.
Jiang Qiuran immediately exhaled in visible relief and pressed on, "By the way, just me dancing probably isn’t enough. More members should appear on camera."
She had a point.
She then suggested filming interactive shots, like a mini-drama, and editing them with music for a polished MV-like effect.
Since these were simple scenes, no acting skills were needed—everyone could participate.
The idea sounded fun and was met with unanimous enthusiasm.
Wan Xinyan promptly dragged her sister off to rent hanfu, pulling Su Bai along too.
Chen Yusheng, being socially awkward, disliked being on camera. Jiang Qiuran reassured her it was fine—she could handle video editing instead, ensuring her involvement.
"Alright, I’ll handle post-production," Chen Yusheng agreed. She knew basic video editing software, and though her skills were limited, her tech-savviness meant she could follow tutorials to piece things together.
Still, Jiang Qiuran’s enthusiasm for pushing the vlog felt unusually intense.
What was she scheming?
Chen Yusheng quietly pondered but hadn’t figured it out when the others returned with their rented hanfu.
Surprisingly, the Wan sisters were the fastest—contrary to the stereotype that girls take forever to change.
Wan Xinyan, quick-witted as ever, had not only picked outfits for herself and her sister but also selected one for Su Bai.
Dressed in a scholar’s blue robe, Su Bai looked every bit the refined yet virile ancient gentleman—ready to star in a historical romance drama.
As for the Wan sisters, they styled themselves as playful maids, complete with adorable twin buns.
Over there, the locals and the Shanghai elite were struggling with indecision, taking forever to finally make their choices and return.
The results, however, were downright tragic. Xue Tao wasn’t wrong—Chu Mingzhe, with his gloomy aura, really did look like a eunuch in that feiyi uniform.
What Xue Tao failed to realize was that his own attempt at wearing Hanfu was an even bigger visual disaster.
He somehow managed to look worse than Xue Tao.
The outcome? Jiang Qiuran’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the two of them.
Just as they were eagerly awaiting praise from the campus belle, Jiang Qiuran clapped her hands and said,
"Perfect! Our storyline actually needs two villains. How about you two play the antagonists?"
Xue Tao and Chu Mingzhe: "…"
Honestly, they felt like crying.
This wasn’t a vacation—it was pure torment!
Jiang Qiuran clasped her hands together, batting her adorable big eyes. "Pretty please? With everyone’s help, this vlog is totally gonna win awards!"
"Ugh, fine, villains it is!" Xue Tao gritted his teeth.
"Actually, playing a villain is a real test of one’s acting skills," Chu Mingzhe declared solemnly.
Su Bai: "…" (sweat emoji)
Dude, let’s be real here.
They asked you to play villains because you look like villains. What does that have to do with acting skills?
Of course, he kept that thought to himself. Su Bai could only silently complain that Jiang Qiuran was, as always, ridiculously persuasive.
No wonder she was thriving in the anime club too.
You could call her a natural-born green tea—or, more generously, a master at manipulating emotions.
This time, Wan Xinyan couldn’t handle the filming.
After all, she and Wan Xinyue were cast as the young maidservants attending to Young Master Su Bai.
So, the task fell to Wang Haoran.
Yeah, everyone had almost forgotten about him, since the guy had been trailing behind them the whole time, glued to his phone and barely noticeable.
He had zero interest in period costumes anyway, so filming was the perfect job for him.
Years of grinding as a game account booster had given Wang Haoran an iron grip.
His phone footage? Rock steady.
At least he was being put to good use.
Under Jiang Qiuran’s direction, filming kicked off quickly.
This was, after all, just a casual student project—no need for fancy angles, lighting, or even a proper script.
The MV’s plot was simple: aristocratic young master Su Bai and wartime beauty Jiang Qiuran fall in love, but due to harsh realities and some classic misunderstandings, they’re forced apart, their love left unfulfilled.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
