"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.
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.”
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
