This is a Guide and an Introduction to the Asterian Omniverse.

When Yu Yaoyao got home she received a script from Ni Yi.

The cover made with green leather was printed with four characters, which read 'Golden Age Empress'. Her eyes couldn't help but flash at the excitement of running her hands over it. She couldn't help but place a big kiss on the cover!

She can finally act! Since the beginning of time, she had always wanted to act as the heroine!

She placed the freshly squeezed orange juice from her hand unto the tabletop.

She turned to look at the little steamed bun sitting on the sofa and saw him staring at her, so she lovingly blew him a kiss. "Little Rui Rui, mommy is going to work for a while. You play with yourself for now, okay?"

The little steamed bun immediately turned pink and slowly nodded. He grasped the tablet in his hand seriously, pretending that he was also very busy.

Shen Yichong had gone to work, leaving only the mother and son to be together. But fortunately, the little steamed bun had refrained from disturbing her. He cleverly looked at his online elementary school class and sneaking a look at his mommy, he would turn the volume down. The nanny next to him wanted to take him back to the room but he only refused.

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He only wanted to stay in the living room.

While watching his online class, he would stealthily steal glances at her. Usually, his mommy always goes back to her room after eating, and would rarely spend time with him in the living room.

The small steamed bun had one hand propped below his chin, while the other hand held the small tablet. The corners of his mouth were faintly upturned.

When Yu Yaoyao opened the first page of the script, she became completely invested in it.

In the 'Golden Age Empress' script, she was going to star as a small supporting role. Her character's name was He Ling, a beautiful girl who entered the imperial palace together with the female lead.

He Ling had a refined, tantalizing beauty, that after the selection of concubines, the male lead, who was the emperor, became so smitten with her and made her a pampered consort. It was a pity that she was too arrogant and a show-off, therefore provoking the hatred of several masters in the inner palace. They eventually schemed against her, causing her death.

This role was considered an insignificant woman, among the numerous female casts inside this palace drama.

However, her character has survived the first five episodes. Yu Yaoyao thought, as her first experience in acting, this was already good.

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It's difficult to be an ideal person, one cannot ask for too much.

Thank you, Buddha Tathagata. Thank you, Bodhisattva of Compassion.  Yu Yaoyao whispered heartfelt thanks several times in her heart.

After reading her little script, she started from the first page and studied it again. She even asked for a pencil from the little steamed bun to mark important notes on her lines carefully.

But she had trouble writing, her handwriting was askew… From time to time she would stop, thinking about how to write properly.

The little steamed bun stretched out his neck and glanced at her notes, and he blinked in disbelief.

How are the words that mommy wrote more ugly than what he wrote? He thought incredulously.

Moreover, there seem to be typos now and then?

He looked at it for a while and almost covered his little eyes. Mommy gave up writing, she started to draw doodles!

"Mommy…you can't write the word 'leg'?" He asked somewhat timidly.

Yu Yaoyao stopped writing and had an awkward look on her face.

After a long time browsing the internet, she could finally understand how to read Chinese characters, but to write them…she often forgets how to write these words. She spent her time on her mobile phone only typing, always using pinyin. She has also studied in an online primary language school.

But now…is she really worse than her little child?

The little small steamed bun looked at the messy scribble of a chicken drumstick of his mommy and stretched out his short fingers towards the table to stroke it fondly.

"Dad taught me how to eat roast chicken last time…"

Yu Yaoyao blushed. Seeing that this toddler was able to understand her messy scrawls, she couldn't help but praise him, "Little Ruirui is really smart!"

The small steamed bun immediately closed his mouth and shyly looked down at his toes. His two short, chubby legs swayed back and forth and he was in a good mood.

"Then you write it here for Mommy."

The small steamed bun looked up and his eyes twinkled happily, "Okay!"

Yu Yaoyao gestured to a line in the script. "Here, write a 'big chicken leg'. Here, three big chicken legs and this…a big chicken!"

The small steamed bun looked confused.

"This represents the different feelings of the mommy's role." Yu Yaoyao looked at the script with a satisfied nod, "Write it all down and when I finish my lines, baby, you'll see mommy's amazing acting!"

Although some small steamed bun didn't understand, he still nodded regardless. And his little eyes were glimmering expectantly.

Mommy on the TV! Just save it and play it back every day!

Yu Yaoyao, inspired and helped by her son, worked hard and read the script three to four times. In the end, all her lines were circled and her notes were written. She waited until it was the first day for the cast and production crew to meet.

Yu Yaoyao was a snake spirit who died by lightning and as a result,transmigrated to a novel she had read inher past life. This third-rate actress had the same name as her, but then she remembered she was only a pitiful cannon fodder in the novel she had chanced to read.

This obscure actress's life was riddledwith scandals, and as a result, herdiamon husband left her. She then hit the rock bottom of her career andultimately became paralyzed by an accident. Not to mention, she hadneglected her child, leading him to an early death.

Graced with a new life, Yu Yaoyao isdetermined to steer her path away fromthe plot's death flags. She'll be the bestwife, the most loving mother and she'llrise to the top of the entertainmentindustry!


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Note : This story is Orginally not mine
All the Credits goes to the owner

After the trio finished their meal, Tayaw asked for Jouny's first draft of her script and started reading; the entirety of the story, "September 9th" finally revealed to him.

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Steven, depressed and afraid that he will forever be stuck in the same day and be his personal hell, had to find purpose in living it. He decided to use this opportunity to change to be a better man. He signed up for music lessons, language lessons, and even went to therapy. He tried to learn as much as he can, but in the end, it became tedious, found it pointless and he lost his purpose, just like everything he did before.

He looked for people in danger to try to save them. He prevented a person in jumping off a building to their death. He saved a child from being run over by a car. He saved a person from getting mugged. He tried to save everyone, only to find them under the same life-threatening situation the next time he wakes up. He felt his actions in the end, were useless.

One day, he decided to just stay in bed, and lie all day. He tried to remember what his life was like before the loop, and could not help but miss his ex-girlfriend, Diwaya who he spent 5 years of his life with. They had a pleasant farewell, but Steven knows that both of them still have lingering feelings for each other.

Steven then, every time his day resets, would find Diwaya and tell her of his situation, convince her by predicting everything that would happen, and ask her what to do. This became Steven's purpose every day. Even though Diwaya would forget every time, talking to her made Steven feel alive especially because her answers would differ each time he lets her know.

This purpose not only rekindled Steven's feelings for Diwaya, but realized that he has loved her very much, all along. Steven then, every day would confess his love for Diwaya. Sometimes Diwaya would walk away, but most of the time it would result to them getting back together.

One day, Steven finally can't handle the repetitiveness of the days with Diwaya. He would express his love, confess his situation, and spend the night together with Diwaya, only to not find her next to him when he wakes up in the morning. It helped him at first, but because it became more and more hurtful, he finally let her go.

Knowing that he loves Diwaya, and Diwaya feels the same, is enough for Steven to know that he did not live his life desolate and he made a difference to at least one person. So in one cycle, one last night together, Steven brought Diwaya home. For the entire night, they talked about what could have been and what the two of them should have done to stay in love. 

When Diwaya fell into slumber, Steven watched her sleep one last time. Steven decided that after this cycle, he would not look for Diwaya ever again, even if he has to walk his days alone, forever. Steven laid down the bed facing Diwaya until he fell asleep.

The next morning, Steven opened his eyes to see the sun shining through his window, just like countless times before. This time, however, his bed felt warm. He looked beside him and found Diwaya, snuggled up to him. ]] (This is the summary of the movie, obviously)
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It only took Tayaw, with his enhanced brain, to finish reading the 120-page script in 15 minutes.

After reading the last page of the manuscript, Tayaw could not help but sigh deeply.  It's serious, it's darkly funny, and it's moving. It is a good story, and he can already see the movie scenes in his head. This is only the first draft but Tayaw could not wait to immerse himself more in the script by talking to Jouny about her feelings and inspirations while she was writing the script.

Even though it does not compare to the movies he got from the roulette, this script is the best story he found in his world that does not follow the norm. Tayaw figured he can also contribute with changing parts of the story so it contains a deeper message.

"Ms. Jouny. How come your script was never picked up?" Tayaw asked. Jouny smiled bitterly and can't explain. "Movie studios found her script boring. They also were not sure if it would sell. Some said that it's very expensive to film." Ongki explained on Jouny's behalf before holding Jouny's hand. "But I know my wife's work is great. I just don't know why they don't see that." Ongki said, gritting his teeth.

Tayaw figured that from Jouny's struggle to answer and Ongki's anger, the script must have been refused a lot of times. "May I know when you finished your manuscript?" Tayaw asked Jouny. "July of 2004" Jouny said. The script has been refused for almost eight years now. Tayaw could only imagine what it feels like.

"What about other scripts? Do you have more?" Tayaw asked again. "I sold five rom-coms, but only two of them were actually made into a movie." Jouny said, shaking her head.  Tayaw nodded at this. In his previous life, he heard that just like songs, many screenplays are indeed bought but many of them actually end up in file cabinets.

"Anyways. I have decided to buy your script. I promise you, I will make it a modern classic." Tayaw said. He was comfortable making that promise because he's confident that as long as there's a good script, he can make a good film. The skills he also received from the giant roulette are after all, much more advanced than the filmmaking techniques in his world.

The couple, feeling the resolve in Tayaw's voice, could not help but be fired up as well. "Even though I'm hesitant because of how young you are, you are the only person who believed in my script, Mr. Dagem." Jouny said, now smiling brightly. "Please, call me Tayaw." Tayaw is glad to see Jouny appear brighter now.

When he saw the Jouny in the bus station, he could not help but notice how pale and depressed she looked.

"Thank you Tayaw for believing in my wife's work." Ongki also said, raising his hand towards Tayaw across the table for a hand shake. "It's not belief, Mr. Yawen. It's a certainty." Tayaw said returning the handshake.

"By the way, Mrs. Yawen. How much were you paid the most in your scripts?" Tayaw asked, wanting to base how much he would pay for this script of 'September Ninth". The couple was taken aback at the question. Jouny after thinking, finally answered.

"I was paid 220,000 BGC for one script. That was most I got, including the re-drafts or re-writes." Jouny said. Tayaw nodded. In Teungeb's Writers Guild, screenwriters get paid a minimum of 75,000 BGC for scripts, if they are not asked for re-drafts.  For Jouny to sell a script for 220,000 BGC for the full treatment of two more re-drafts is pretty good.

Tayaw made a quick estimation. If her best script sold for 220,000, her other script that made it earned her at least 100,000 BGC, and three shelved scripts that sold 75,000 each, then Jouny in her career, earned 545,000 BGC. Even though she's an unknown screenwriter, she at least is not a starving one.

What she earned however does not concern Tayaw. What concerns him is that such a screenwriter that managed to write a good screenplay like 'September Ninth' has suffered the frustrations and dismissals she did not deserve.

"Mrs. Yawen, do you write screenplays full-time?" Tayaw asked. "No. I make a living doing jobs for the writers' guild in polishing other writers' scripts." Jouny replied. "But. She tries to write her own scripts as much as she can on her spare time." Ongki added.

"Aside from the five you sold previously, do you still have other scripts that you weren't able to sell?" Tayaw asked, hoping to unearth another story like 'September Ninth'.

"Yes. But they're not good. They are scripts that I wrote following the marketable formula." Jouny said. This disappointed Tayaw. The 'marketable formula' refers to the common rom-com and sports movies stories.

"Alright. Are you writing anything else that is just as 'different' as 'September Ninth'?" Tayaw asked again. "Unfortunately, no. This is my best work, and I don't know when I'll get a good idea that is just as novel as this." Jouny said. Tayaw nodded at this, just like writing music, it's difficult to write a good one.

"Alright." Tayaw said as he pulled out a folder from and passed it to Jouny. "I'll take your script for 350,000 BGC on this first draft. In case I require for more drafts, I'll be paying you more." Tayaw summarized the agreement he proposes.

Jouny and Ongki read through the short proposal and looked at each other. They could not believe how generous Tayaw is being. "This.. Are you sure?" Jouny asked, finding it's too good to be true. "It's a lot." Ongki also said.

"Look. You've waited for 8 years, right? I know it's worth it." Tayaw said, assuring his sincerity. "If you want, I can book a hotel room for you two, hell, go home to Clambu even. Take your time to make a decision." Tayaw said. Even if what Tayaw said is needless for such a great offer, he knew that buying the script hastily will only make the couple suspicious.

"I'll sign it." Jouny finally said.

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A few days later, after all the legal stuff was done regarding the screenplay, Tayaw finally owns 'September Ninth's rights. In addition to purchasing the script, he also offered Jouny a 2.5% residual (royalty) to whatever the Tayaw earns from the movie, after deducting the cut of the film distributor.

"Hello, Tayaw. I just received your deposit. Thank you very much.  If you need help in making your movie, please contact me, I might be able to help." Jouny said from the other side of the line. "I'll inform you once I begin production." Tayaw replied and hung up.

The reason why Tayaw offered Jouny higher than average royalty is that he does not see the reason to hire Jouny again in refining the script. With his film making skills, he can polish the script as he goes.

Tayaw then went to a stationery store to pick up a lot of stationery. He will need a lot of pieces of papers and pencils for storyboarding.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Few weeks passed since that day. Drew was sick for 3 days and Spielberg decided to have a holiday for it.
Al doesn't go home in this 3 days, also most of the crews did the same, so he ask Robert to accompany him.

"Bob, do you want to go to arcade?"

All crew were gathered here in hotel hall for having pleasant chat or just enjoying the afternoon tea.

Al has a good relation to Robert McNaughton so he called him with his nickname.

Seeing Al who ask him to go to arcade, he didn't reject it. He have nothing to do for the day anyway.

"Wait kids!!" Not again, Al thought but who he saw screaming this time is the one and only, Steven Spielberg.

"It's not safe for kids to play alone, let me accompany you two!" he said sound a bit.....excited?

"But didn't you said you have a things to do this evening?"

"I have cancel it, now let's go!" So Spielberg take their hands and rushed to arcade next to department shop near filming location.

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'Damn this old man.' Currently, Al, Bob, and Steven playing Space Invaders. While Bob couldn't keep up and always dying, Al and Steven are having a lifetime contest.

"Just give up old man and go back playing pong!" Usually he said Fortnite, but there is no game called that this time.

"Hahaha, I play this game before you are born kid, nobody better than me!!" Steven said excitedly

'Damn! Space Invaders only out in 1978, how the hell he played before I was born!' Al thought

In the end, Al still lose against Spielberg. Well at first they want to play newest arcade game Donkey Kong but suddenly Steven ask them to play Space Invaders.

Since this arcade is out in 1978, it became outdated game so they don't have to wait in line.

In previous life, Al also an avid gamer. Beside became moviemaker, he also want to became game designer but too bad he can only choose one and treat game as hobbies.

'Well what if I made WoW, Dota 2 or any other games. That's a cash cow for me' he thought.

After they finish playing, they went to eat in some classic American restaurant that you used to see in American movies.

They talked about games and Spielberg seems very happy when he discussing games with Al and Bob. Now we know why he was so excited when they want to go to arcade before.

Steven Spielberg is fkin hardcore gamer!!

After few talks about game, Bob said "I see you carrying that note everywhere Al."

Al always carry this small notebook to record his knowledge in moviemaking or if he had any idea to write stories.

In fact, in these months of shooting. He always ask Spielberg about movie making things and Spielberg happily answer all his question.

When he don't have any take, Spielberg always ask him to become assistant director for a while.

"What are you writing now Al?" Steven ask

"Well last week when I see Drew playing with Harvey, I got an idea for making it into script. This will be my first movie, well short movie you can call it and I plan to shoot this as an experimental film."

"Can I see it Al?" Steven ask, Al give his notebook and said, "Here, but story is not fully complete. I will finish it this night."

<Dance of an Angel> Steven read it aloud in his heart. Steven continue to read the script and finally look at Al, 'Monster! This kid is no longer a genius but a monster!'

This script is so well written, good narrative story, and characterization of the role have three phase, happy, despair and heartwarming.

He saw this script only has 2 roles, a little girl and a dog.

"Do you want to let Drew to film this?" Spielberg ask.

"If she and her mother accept, but I won't do it now. I'm still inexperienced and maybe wait until Drew become 9 or 10 years old. How about the script Steven?"

"Kid! If you are on this level when you are 11, I bet you put every screenwriter to shame if they knew it."

Heard that, Al was overjoyed, "Well actually Steve, I'm planning to create my own script. Kids like me have fewer opportunity to become a main lead in Hollywood so what if I made my own script and starred in it. But to do that, I need your help Steve."

Al don't have any impression of 80s movies with children as a main role. So he decided to create it and give it to Steven and he will star in it.

"When this script will be done?" Steven ask.

"I think the fastest will be next month Steve, and also, can I invest in this movie Steve?"

"Of course you can Al, this is your script, but let me see the script first. If not good, I can throw them to garbage hahaha."

"Dam, why are you so evil old man!" and three of them laugh.

The night is getting darker and three of them went back to hotel.

The script Al which going to write is <Sixth Sense>
This movie has made worldwide box office $290 million in North America box office and $670 million worldwide.

Al won't know how much will this box office if the movies came out 20 years earlier, but it's not bad to try right?

After Drew has recovered, the shooting continues. Although the filming has been delayed 3 days but after having holiday, the crew seem enthusiastic to get this job done.

With December comes, the filming also has completed.

"With this I announced that the E.T. has complete!!" When Steven said that, all crew cheered.

They experience so much in this 4 months of shooting, for Al this is his first movie and to join one of the classic of the classic film is really exciting for him. Everyone in crew won't know how exploding this box office will be.

Although the shooting has finished, Al still needs to take few shots in green screen. It will be take in one of the Universal's studio.

Not only that, there is still some post-production that could take as long as the filming is. The shooting of E.T. take about 4 months, so the post-production and editing could take almost as long as that or even more.

Al also got invitation from Spielberg to see the editing process. As you know Hollywood is producer centric operation.

Only few directors can get their final-cut from their producer, that's why Spielberg always become a producer in his own movie, to ensure his right and get the final cut of his film. Such control freak old man, Al said in his heart jokingly.

The crews are saying farewell to each other, which include Al and Drew, which….. they were hugging each other currently.

"Come on Drew don't cry, we can always meet each other, our house is still Los Angeles."

"But I won't see you for a long time!!"

"I'll call you or we can still try writing to each other" Saw her hesitation, he became suspicious "You can't write can't you?" Al said while smiling.

"I CAN you dummy! I, I can only write a little BUT I will ask mom to teach it I promise!!"

"Okay I believe you Drewie, let's go, your mom must be waiting for you." Drew maybe act more mature than her peers but this mischievous girl is still a little girl who are naïve and sometimes act stupid, that's why he likes this girl very much.

His four little sister plus Drew each have their own personalities, and he won't know what trouble this girls will cause to him someday.

As for <Sixth Sense> he already give the script to Steven and he really praise it. So the problem is only to search for directors. Al have made a deal with Spielberg to cooperate and this deal include:

1. He must be main lead
2. The investment between Amblin Entertainment and Al's production house (unnamed) and some studios to invest and distribution and the percentage will be discuss further.

The preparation will begin in January and the shooting will be held after E.T. screened.

So after they shake hands, Al went home.

A day passed since the deal and he got a surprising call
 
To Be Continued.....

Don't be too serious while reading this fic.

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A man suffering from pancreatic cancer lay in his bed weakly. Believe that he will never survive, he made a wish on his birth/deathday to become the best filmmaker and become rich on his next life if there is.

A normal boy, who wanted live a genuine life, carrying a mysterious past and future.

Suddenly they woke up in the one body and one mind in year 1980.

Watch him as he becomes the greatest filmmaker and the King of Hollywood

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"Do you know the X-Files?"
　　Louise thought for a while, and asked uncertainly "You mean that science fiction TV series?"
　　Laila nodded "Yes, I hope you can buy one of their Backup script. It is about the story of a person who foresaw the possibility of the crash before the plane crash, and got off the plane at the last moment, and a group of people became lucky survivors."
　　"This is no problem." Although Louise was curious about her How did you know that there was such a story, and still carefully recorded her request.
　　"Yes, there's one more thing. I already have a plan for the second movie. I need a good prop artist who can make the equipment I want."
　　Louise laughed "This No problem, old Todd's craftsmanship is very good, and our props are usually made by him."
　　"Really great?" I can't blame Laila for doubting, Phoenix's previous shots were all B-grades film at a low cost, do you expect any tall props there?
　　The props in this movie is a scary point, and it is also the most brilliant place. How to make the audience stand up after watching it, how to spread the atmosphere of horror into the theater, it is difficult to achieve the result she wants if there is no real thing in her hand.
　　And if you really are a very capable prop artist, how can you stay in the dying, almost hopeless Phoenix company and have not been poached? Before she came, many people were poached like this.
　　Louise nodded very surely "Don't worry, I can guarantee old Todd's skills! In fact, he has been poached many times before, but it seems that he has something to do with the boss of Reynolds before staying in the company."
　　Laila was clear "Well, let him come here as soon as possible. No, forget it, but wait for a while. You go to work first."
　　"Then I will go out first." Louise nodded and left the office.
　　After she left, Laila habitually held the pen and tapped the desk.
　　In her previous life, she knew that the script for the 'death is coming' came from the backup script of the X-Files. Later, the director James Wong took a fancy to it, bought the idea and adapted it and became a classic movie later.
　　This kind of outline should not cost much money, and she can do it herself if she adapts it. Now the most important thing is to write the script of the chainsaw first.
　　The filming of the previous life took only 18 days, and finally won more than 100 million box office worldwide. It can be said that it also created a miracle because its shooting cost was only 1.2 million. Although there is no witch's miraculous return on investment, it is still quite a dazzling achievement.
　　——Iwanttoplayagame. (I want to play a game with you.)
　　——GAMEOVER. (Game over.)
　　Laila thinks these two sentences are the essence of the whole movie.
　　The jigsaw played by Tobin is not actually a bloodthirsty and cruel person who only knows about killing. He does not blindly create death, but leaves a ray of life every time. It is this vitality that makes the movie sublimate somewhere, leaving more places to think about. She wants to add more highlights to it with her own hands, and she dare not say that it must be several times stronger than the original version. Too bad is definitely not allowed.
　　While Laila retired to write the script, with the advent of December, "Blair the Witch" continued to steadily advance in the global box office harvest. Even if it has been screened for a month, it still won more than 16 million in North America again, squeezing a lot of newly released movies, and staying at the third place on the box office chart without any risk.
　　At the same time, in dozens of countries that were screened, the box office of the witch shocked many people. The global box office reached more than 30 million in a week, and even won the title of box office champion in some countries.
　　This makes many people who look down on this work stunned. They couldn't figure out the magic of such a dizzy movie, how could it make so many people willing to enter the cinema for it?
　　An 18-year-old rich girl, who randomly spent tens of thousands of yuan to make a messy movie, won the world's 200 million yuan. This movie is too profitable, right?
　　But what about the movies that have invested a lot of money without splashing? Is it a script problem, or a problem with the actors? Or is it that the director is really a genius who has never met in a century?
　　Of all the people who doubted, Cooper was the most angry. After the Blair witch's latest box office results came out, he dropped his favorite teacup and dropped the books in the study.
　　Everyone can tell that Phoenix is ​​really going to be reborn from the ashes this time. It is conceivable that the next time they launch a movie and want to seek a screening, those theater owners who had been very dissatisfied with them will seriously consider them instead of treating them as bad film companies as before.
　　This is undoubtedly the worst news for him. What has he been aiming at Phoenix for all these years? Did he do so much before and let a movie ruin the plan?
　　"Damn! Damn! There must be some way to deal with her! Why does she have to be from the Moran family!" Cooper thumped the table frantically: "I won't let you go! Reynolds! I will never let go You, even if you die, I must completely destroy everything you left behind!"
　　Laila is a member of the Moran family, and Moran's surname represents a height he can never match . In the past, he could use the media, film reviews, money, and all methods he could think of to deal with Phoenix.
　　Take away the script they want when they make a movie, take away the actors they want, and take away the soundtrack people they want. How good it was then! He can take everything from them with a little profit at will.
　　But now it's obviously impossible! A film by a director who has created a box office of more than hundred million in the world is not something he can touch with a little profit. Which actor does not want to be in such a movie? Even if you don't need money, as long as you can be familiar with it, there are a lot of people willing!
　　As for the script, don't even think about it. The Blair witch's script is said to be written by the young director himself. If she can continue to write and direct herself, what else can he do to block their success?
　　More importantly, the surname Moran, news tycoon Osvid Moran will never sit back and watch his granddaughter be criticized by other media. If he used the media and film critics to lash out at the film as before, he would like to know that there would be the same or even more violent attacks at him.
　　Could he just watch the phoenix slowly full of wings?
　　Do not! He will never allow it! As long as he is still alive, he will never allow it! Reynolds' death will not be the end, he will kill the future of Phoenix with his own hands!
　　Cooper picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground and leaned on the table to write desperately.
　　The next day, his latest comment was published in the "News of the World".
　　"Crazy movie, it brought nothing but the box office."
　　"I was shocked when I saw the box office rankings of the new week. This is really crazy results. A ridiculous movie, it is pale, it has no soul, except It's shocking that I can't bring anything, but I have won incredible box office records one after another."

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun.

Translator: Doyenro (for fun)
Author: Zhuang Jiang

Alternative universe (AU)

She can shoot the most terrifying horror films and also the most profitable commercial films; she can make literary films the value of commercial films, and can also make commercial films the effect of literary films.
Later generations commented on Laila, saying that she was synonymous with Hollywood miracles and one of the greatest directors of all time. She accidentally became the most powerful photographer and planner.
But she knows that all of this came from her biggest secret, that 'she was born again!'

T/N: 
* The Female Lead(MC) is very patriotic to her old country (China), so it may be annoying to some people.

* The English gets better from chapter 65, the chapter 1 - 65 will be edited in the near future.

* The actors or actress characters may be different from reality. It is just a realistic novel.

 * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop.
 
* Original Chinese novel completed.

* Check out "The Lord's Lady from the East."

Almost two weeks had passed, and Misaki didn't see Katagiri since the last time she watched that movie with a raunchy scene in the latter's apartment. To put it bluntly, Misaki avoided Katagiri. After what she did that night, there was no way for her to face her neighbor.

About the Film Club's project, Misaki was doing fine with the script. She collected materials from much literature or even comic books to grasp the image. Everything went smoothly until...

"... Misaki, we don't need the scene to be this explicit, you know," Yuna informed as she read the script Misaki had written page by page.

"Eh? I think you told me to write some steamy scenes..." Misaki replied. She did what the club wanted, so it shouldn't a problem, right?

Yuna exhaled her breath while she read the script further. "They will disband our club for sure if we make this kind of film," Yuna said, putting the script on the table. "But you really did your job, huh? What happened?"

When Yuna asked her that question, Misaki's mind immediately travelled back to last week. An image of Katagiri's sleeping face entered her mind with no permission. Darn, she thought. Just by remembering that, she knew that her face was becoming red!

"Well, actually..." Misaki said, wanting to tell her best friend about what happened last week. "... Never mind." She kept what she wanted to tell on herself.

Yuna stared at her friend for a while. Misaki had been acting strange since last week for an unknown reason. Was it about the script? Or was it about something else? "Look, you did a wonderful work for the script... Well, even though we need to revise it," Yuna tried to cheer up the other girl.

After that night, the soft feeling of Katagiri's lips refused to be forgotten. Other than that, the kiss was also Misaki's first. She spent most of her lifetime in a cage named "all-girls academy", where they taught her manner to be a good woman, a proper wife whom every man sought. Of course, during her time in the academy, she had witnessed many people that wanted to experience a sensation called "love" with each other. But Misaki couldn't bring herself to do the same.

She had wondered why.

Watching those girls pretending love didn't disgust her. In contrast, she pitied them instead. She knew that everyone wants to be excited with a romance, something difficult to attain in that cage. So they fulfilled their desire with each other, waiting patiently until they finally could be free.

But for that reason, why bother with such an empty connection?

"... Saki, Misaki!" Yuna called her friend's name who was drowned in her thought.

"Y-yeah?!" Misaki jumped out, startled by Yuna's sudden call.

"Seriously, is there something bothering you? You're acting weird lately." Yuna frowned, staring closely at her best friend.

Yuna wasn't one hundred percent right. Misaki wasn't weird lately, but she had been weird all this time.

"... After writing that script, I was wondering..." Misaki paused. Yuna was looking at her with curiosity. "... How is it feel to fall in love?"

Misaki's best friend widened her eyes, not believing her own hearing. Misaki just said that she was interested in... love?

That was a refreshing development.

Come to think of it, Misaki was insisted to refuse Yuna's invitation to matchmaking parties until weeks ago, when the former finally accepted the invitation. Was she becoming interested in that handsome guy whom she left earlier with? In more extreme probability, did Misaki finally formed a special relationship with him?

"... Did you write that script based on someone?" Yuna asked, trying to confirm her suspicion.

Misaki looked at her friend with doubtful eyes. Based on? How Misaki should put it... Could she say that she based it on the neighbor of her? Another glimpse of Katagiri's sleeping face came to her mind once again.

���... I'm not sure that I can say that, but there's someone I just met recently," Misaki said, repeatedly tapping her index finger on the table.

"... Is that person Numazu? That guy we met in the matchmaking party," Yuna asked further.

Yuna's question reminded Misaki about Numazu's crush on Katagiri. A sense of guilt filled her mind, resulting in a slight dry throat. Misaki let out a gulp. "N-no, it's not him," She said. "It's someone that helped me to write the script."

The woman in ponytail opened her mouth in agape. Helped to write the script... did Misaki mean that person helped her to write that scene?

"Here's your order. One black tea and one strawberry parfait," A waitress came and put their order on the table before Yuna could respond to Misaki's words. The waitress bowed to the both of them, then left the table.

So the person who caught Misaki's interest was not Numazu. A bit of disappointment popped out in Yuna's thought, but on the other hand, it was also making her nosy.

"... So who is this person?" Yuna couldn't hide her curiosity. For her, it was a good thing that Misaki became interested in romance, but falling in love with someone she barely knew was a huge no.

"..." Misaki opened her mouth, but no words came out. How she should describe Katagiri to her friend? "I can't tell you, yet."

Yuna sighed, disappointed that she couldn't get more information about the said person Misaki was interested with. Well, Misaki was not someone that would blabber easily about herself to begin with.

... Maybe Misaki would tell her more about it in the future.
 
—
 
Misaki saw Katagiri, who was standing in front of the vending machine near the apartment building. The latter seemed serious, looking at the various drinks in the vending machine.

To be honest, Misaki didn't want to greet her neighbor. But it'd be more awkward for her to just ignore Katagiri after getting help for the script. So, building up her courage, Misaki walked towards the short-haired woman, clenching her fist.

"Katagiri-san!" Misaki greeted as she approached Katagiri, trying her best to sound cheerful.

"Oh, Shimizu-san," Katagiri replied, instantly recognized Misaki's voice. "You just came back from campus?"

Forcing a smile on her lips, Misaki responded with a nod. As she walked closer to Katagiri, she could feel her heartbeat raced faster than before. She did her best to not recall that event, but Katagiri's face prevented her to do so.

"How's the script?" The taller girl asked while pushing the vending machine button.

[CLANK!]

"They said I should make a revision," Misaki said with a bitter laugh on her face.

[BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!]

Surprised by the sound from the vending machine, both girls looked at it. Four same numbers lined on a small LED display near the coin slot. Well, Katagiri must be lucky that day, getting a bonus drink from the vending machine.

"Wow, you're so lucky!" Misaki expressed her thought.

In contrast with Misaki's words, Katagiri didn't look so excited with her luck, seemed to be troubled instead. "... Is there any recommendation?" The younger woman asked. Maybe standing for a long time in front of the machine meant that she didn't know what to drink.

Puzzled by Katagiri's question, Misaki took a while thinking for her answer. "This one," She said as she pointed at a bottle of orange-flavored water.

Without hesitation, Katagiri pushed the button below the bottle of orange-flavored water.

[CLANK!]

Katagiri kneeled down to get the bottles in the machine's pickup box. While holding the bottles with both of her hands, Katagiri handed the orange-flavored one to her neighbor with a thin smile on her lips. "Here," She said.

"O-oh, thanks," Misaki showed her gratitude as she retrieved the drink. She didn't expect Katagiri would give the drink to her since the latter only asked for a recommendation. "Is this really for me?"

"Certainly," Katagiri paused for a moment, "Don't you think it's a waste to use your luck in a vending machine?"

Misaki tilted her head while looking at the other girl. "Why?"

"Hmm... See, I would want to use my luck at something bigger, like when I strive for achievements," Katagiri said as she opened the bottle cap.

Upon hearing that, Misaki let out a giggle. She didn't know why, but Katagiri's words sounded funny knowing that a student from T University said it. Even someone coming from the most prestigious university in the entire nation depends on luck. "I thought you won't believe something irrational such as luck," Misaki held her laughter.

"Sorry if I don't meet your expectation," Katagiri said, then took a gulp from the bottle she was holding. "Anyway, you'll revise the script tonight?"

"... Sadly, yes." Misaki put a sour face. The deadline was getting nearer, and she wanted it to be done before the day.

"Do your best, then." Katagiri raised her fist. "Shall we get back to the apartment?"

Misaki responded with a single nod.

[Thump. Thump. Thump.]

The shorter woman could hear own heartbeat as she walked side by side with Katagiri. She snuck a glance at the woman in a white shirt beside her. Misaki could see Katagiri's long eyelashes and straight nose clearly. Also, she saw the lips that made her restless for almost two weeks. Darn, Misaki believed that her face was already red like a ripe tomato.

Even though she was able to forget it a while ago...

"Are you okay? Do you get a fever?"  Katagiri asked when she saw Misaki's reddened face.

"N-no! I'm fine!" Misaki reacted, covering her face with her hand.

"Really?" Katagiri doubted. "You should not push yourself. I'll lend you a help anytime,"

Misaki's heart skipped a beat when she heard Katagiri's concern. It might be a mere lip service, but it managed to make her heart fluttered even more. "T-thanks for your concern," She said, doing her best to act indifferent in front of Katagiri.
 
—
 
Misaki put the drink she received from Katagiri on the desk unopened. The girl repeatedly glancing at the bottle as she waited for her notebook to boot. Recalling Katagiri's smile when she handed the drink, or how she offered help, were enough to make Misaki's lips curved into a smile.

Her neighbor was unexpectedly sweet.

[Bzzz... Bzzz...]

The smartphone's vibration woke the medium-haired girl from her daydream. She quickly grabbed her phone and opened the incoming message.

[Numazu: Long time no see, Shimizu-san. Sorry for the sudden message, but can we meet this weekend?]

[Love] is the most meaningless word in her life... until she meets that person.
In an event she despised the most, Misaki Shimizu met an alluring but calm and reserved girl on her age... that also happened to be her next-door neighbor.

[Love] is the word he holds dearly... reserved only for that person.
In an event he avoided at all costs, Hiroki Numazu encountered the girl whom he loves for the most time of his life.

But [Love] is the word which that person never thinks of...

"Sword Array…"
Jiang He thought about it for a long time but could not make headways, and was forced to sigh emotionally. "Creating a Sword Array is really too difficult and an utter waste of brain cells!"
"Immortal Penance Sword Array?"
"That sword array could only be laid out with the Four Immortal Swords of Penance and is only the level of Sages, and I would definitely not plant it with my current farm level."
Nonetheless, there was a sudden flash of inspiration in Jiang He's head. As if he had caught something, he quickly found some pen and paper, although he did not know how to start after lifting the pen.
"Whatever."
"Creating things like cultivating method, martial techniques, and Sword Arrays is no different from an essay. It takes a spark of inspiration and must not be rushed."
As such, Jiang He had to put away his stationery.
He walked into his farm, taking out the many corpses in his System Backpack with a wave of his hand.
Both Dumbo and Trumbo started to dig with their earth-type powers without needing Jiang He to say a word. Yellow halation shone over their bodies, and the soil of the empty ground at the corner of the farm churned, soon forming one grave after another.
"Right, there's the Graywolf King too."
Jiang He took out the Feral King's corpses at that.
Swish!
The Cloudscraper Vine immediately extended a tendril towards the Graywolf King, but Jiang He knocked it away with a wave of his hand, chuckling. "You can't eat this corpse. I promised the Graywolf King to let it rest in peace."
Yup.
Planting its corpse count as that, did it not?
As for whether something grows out…
I've already buried you, so what could I do if you grew out on your own?
Meanwhile, the Cloudscraper Vine had withdrawn, its nine 200-meters tendrils shrinking into a ball and appearing rather aggrieved.
Jiang He could not resist a chuckle and scolded. "You're a plant, and yet you're throwing a tantrum? I might have stopped you from eating the Graywolf King, but that doesn't mean I'm not feeding you."
Whipping out the corpse of the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle and chopping it in half with a wave of his hand, Jiang He threw it to the Cloudscraper Vine.
Delighted, the Cloudscraper Vine caught the corpse with a single tug, leaving only a pile of bones and feathers after around ten minutes.
Jiang He was about to scold it again but swallow his words just then. Carefully giving it a few glances, he then murmured in delight, "Are you… evolving?"
After all, the Cloudscraper Vine was a special plant.
Right now, each of its tendrils was almost 200 meters and frighteningly tough, and even peak rank-nine elites would have a hard time destroying them. Moreover, the numerous spikes on its branches and leaves would easily pierce through S-grade alloy combat suits.
Jiang He estimated that at the moment, not even rank-nine martial artists with full grasp of the Boundary of Wills could defeat the Cloudscraper Vine now.
If it evolved…
It would reach divine-tier.
Nearby, the willow tree extended one of its branches and rubbed itself intimately over Jiang He's body, its thoughts communicated through spirit as it conveyed envy towards the Cloudscraper Vine.
Jiang He grasped one of the branches that was rubbing away on his body and stroke it a few times, only for the branch to shudder, its crystalline green leaves turning faintly red just like a young lady's cheeks.
"Yo?"
"Getting shy?"
Jiang He was unable to stop himself from laughing. "It's fine for you to keep rubbing me, but you're shying away when I touch you?"
"Kyaa!
"Master, you're so naughty~"
The willow branch shuddered and flushed even redder then, its crisp loli voice echoing in Jiang He's voice with the feeling that it was playing up its adorableness.
"Hehehehe. You've not seen how naughtier I could be—anyway, let's try having you cultivating the daemon cultivation method I recently found. Who knows, you might be able to transform if you could, and I'll do naughty stuff with you then."
Jiang He teased, and suddenly felt…
A mysterious feeling of outrageousness.
Him, teasing a willow tree?
Dumbo came to him then, exclaiming in delight, "Master, I want to transform too! Master, to transform too…"
Trumbo also raised its blade to write on the ground, "Master, I want to transform too!"
Jiang He turned towards Trumbo with a look of utter shock. "You… can write?"
What the heck?
Was that self-taught?
There was even elegance to the writing even though it was carved out with Sword Qi, and it did not dull in comparison to the calligraphers on tv or the internet.
That said, Trumbo had never written anything before. Could it have learnt it after ascending up to rank-seven? But the most important question here was that it had always been mingling with the silly canine that was Dumbo every single day, who could only count up to 50—and yet it could learn to write?
"Could it be from eating the grave grass?"
"Perhaps there was a calligrapher amongst the Sky Demon Cultists I've killed?"
Jiang He thought then, and asked, "Who taught you to write?"
Trumbo tilted its head in thought, purring once before raising its blade to write, "I learned it after eating a fruit on one of the graves. Just now, I wrote in the Song script, but I could also write in regular script, cursive script, official script, seal script, semi-cursive script, oracle bone inscriptions, Tadpole script…"
Jiang He blinked. He knew regular script, cursive script, semi-cursive script, and even oracle bone inscriptions since he had learned calligraphy himself, but…
What on earth was the Tadpole script?
Were the Sky Demon Cultists really that multi-talented? Or perhaps some Fiend or Decan had been a calligrapher, and after their grave… grew, that aspect of theirs was strengthened?
"No. You are already rank-seven and could use Spirit Acoustics. Why aren't you communicating with me using that?"
This doggone thing was clearly trying to show off its calligraphy skills, was it not?
Hence, Jiang He caught Trumbo by the neck.
The little buster has been eating too well lately and getting well-rounded, to the point that its neck was as thick as its body.
Once cats become rounded from eating too much, their legs would appear quite short—which was the case for Trumbo, even as it flailed its legs wildly in the air and quickly used Spirit Acoustics to communicate in a cutesy tone, "It's my fault, master! I won't show off again!"
Just as he thought…
This thing wanted to flaunt.
Irritated but amused, Jiang He nonchalantly threw Trumbo on the ground as a thought came to mind.
Tadpole script?
Incidentally, each letter of the ancient script in the jade scroll that he found from the Graywolf King's corpse looked no different from tadpoles. Could that be it?
If that was the case, could he not simply pass the scroll to Trumbo, get the cat to translate the text and then give it to Dumbo?
Taking out the jade scroll and handing it to Trumbo, Jiang He then asked, "Do you know the words here?"
Trumbo stood on its rear legs, accepted the jade scroll with its two stumpy front paws and slowly spread it. Purring, it then raised its blade to write on the ground.
"Master…"
That was when the fur on Trumbo's nape bristled. Sensing Jiang He's keenness to hand it a beating, it promptly switched to Spirit Acoustics and said, "Master, this is tadpole script—otherwise known as tadpole font and tadpole letters. It only got its name in the Han Dynasty, even though it is an ancient script dating from the early Qin Dynasty, making it prehistoric."
"And look, master: that letter means 'Sky', that means 'Daemon', and the long one means 'Invincibility'…"
Trumbo's eyes suddenly lit up at that and it exclaimed in delight, "Sky Daemon Invincibility? Master, is this a daemonic cultivation method?"
"That's right."
Jiang He nodded and said, "This cultivation manual…"
Whoosh!
Even before he could finish his sentence, Trumbo's figure turned into a blur as it dashed out of the farm, clutching the jade scroll…
Still, it soon returned.
It had found pen and paper, looking high and mighty as it put a foot on Dumbo's head, trilling several times as it did.
Furious, Dumbo raised its paw. "How dare you push big daddy around! Would you believe me if I said I would slap your brains out?"
Trumbo remained fearless, however, even protruding its head and purring in provocation. 
"You won't translate Sky Daemon Invincibility if I dared to hit you?"
Dumbo did a double take, and promptly turned fury to laughter. It then darted away, bringing out a table and a chair in seconds.
It even brought along a pair of reading glasses without lenses it picked up somewhere.
Acting the part, Trumbo put on the glasses and leapt up on the chair as it began to translate Sky Daemon Invincibility.
Though entertained, Jiang He walked up and kicked off Trumbo, cursing, "Get somewhere else to translate it. I'm feeling inspired enough to create a Sword Array!"
After all, Jiang He had suddenly remembered a sword cultivator he had read before, which protagonist had an awesomesauce Sword Array.
Kicking off Trumbo, Jiang He sat on the chair.
He took out pen and paper, ready to create a Sword Array when he froze…
What was the name of the Sword Array in that novel again?
It was too long, and he forgot.
"Whatever, having the general idea is enough. It's not like the contents of a novel could be taken seriously anyway, since when it comes to creating cultivation methods, 'creating' is the most important part!"
"And Sword Array is more or less the same as cultivation manuals."
Jiang He mused to himself for a moment before writing down 'Sword Array of Ice and Fire Duality'… just before all sorts of ideas poured forth like mushrooms after rain.
"Just as I thought! This is like writing an essay, and thinking alone would not develop good writing. Inspiration only bursts forth when I put pen to paper!"
And since he was creating a Sword Array, he naturally had to make it sound a little cooler.
Therefore, what good was Sword Array of Ice and Fire Duality?
"Hmmm…. I'll assume that the Sword Array I create has nine different folds, and Sword Array of Ice and Fire Duality would be the first fold."
Jiang He had wanted to write one to nine in the first place, but how was a single sword supposed to be unleashed as a Sword Array?
That was why he named the first fold of the Sword Array as the Ice and Fire Duality Sword Array, and then go on from there.
"Second Fold…
"Let's call it Sword Array of Yin-Yang and Three Realms."
The third would be the Sword Array of Four Harmonies and Universality.
As for the fourth…
"…"
Jiang He did a double-take.
What the heck.
Writer's block?
Just after the third fold of the Sword Array?
"It's not really a writer's block, since the problem here is that I can't think of a good name for five… Sword Array of Five Elements? No way, that's too plain, too normal!"
After thinking for a long while, Jiang He decided to fuse five and six."
"So, the fourth fold of the Sword Array shall be named the Sword Array of Five Elements and Six Pulses. Just putting the 'Six Pulses' in front of the widely used Sword Array of Five Elements feels like it is next level cooler!"
Thanks to the idea of fusing five and six, the fifth fold of the Sword Array became simpler.
He would keep fusing, and therefore came up with the Sword Array of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams.
Sixth fold, Sword Array of Nine Skies Thunderflame.
Seventh Fold, Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity.
As for the eight fold…
"Eh…."
"My Sword Array naming has already reached ten, and it would reach eleven and twelve if I kept going. Forget it, I'll just develop the Sword Array up to the seventh fold."
Jiang He carefully read the Sword Array he created twice…
And found it perfect!
But after polishing it as well as adding some sound and visual effects, Jiang He became bothered again.
Each of the Sword Array folds had been named, so what should its overall name be?
After thinking for half a day and passing up on a dozen names, Jiang He chuckled feebly and sighed. "Creating a Sword Array is really too difficult. Other aspects notwithstanding, the naming alone was already an early trial."
"Fine, I'll just call it the Nameless Sword Array. Easy to remember, and most importantly it has a vague mystery to it."
That was when Jiang He's phone rang.
It was Zhou Yu, and he appeared very respectful, even greeting Jiang He before saying, "Mister Jiang, are you at home right now? I'm under orders from Minister Wang to deliver you your Orirocks and Sword-Will Barrenwort. Would you want me to deliver it to you right away, or…"
Jiang He's eyes lit up then and he laughed out loud. "Perfect timing, Deputy Zhou. I'm home right now, so please deliver me the Orirocks right away. Please hurry!"
Right now, it was already nine o'clock at night.
***
The Martial Arts Department of Lingzhou City.
Zhou Yu was rather surprised, having just arrived in town…
Was there a need to rush?
Nonetheless, there must be no delay since Jiang He said that it must be delivered right away.
"Chief Duan, Grandmaster Ji, Grandmaster Cheng. I'm off to make a delivery to Jiang He, and we'll talk when I get back."
Zhou Yu gave the others a fist-palm salute and was about to move, when Cheng Dongfeng leapt forward and spoke with a straight face, "Deputy Zhou, you had not the time to rest since you rushed all the way here. How could we let you go on an errand?"
"Just leave those stuff for me, I'll deliver it… by the way, Chief Duan, bring Deputy Zhou to that newly opened Feral buffet restaurant. Order the best, my treat!"
He took the one-meter-tall metal box out of Zhou Yu's hands and the sandalwood box which held the Sword-Will Barrenwort, turned around, and used his form technique to dash rapidly away.
Zhou Yu was left gaping, unable to respond for a while.
"That Old Cheng… did he have a dramatic change of personality?" He asked in surprise. "He never treated me to dinner—why is he so generous today?"
Ji Dongxu shook his head, looking utterly baffled.
After all, the money-grubbing Cheng Dongfeng only ascended to rank-eight two days ago. When everyone celebrated for him, he only treated them to one smoked chicken and several bowls of spicy soup. Why would he go on an errand in Zhou Yu's stead, even treating everyone to a meal at the Feral restaurant—which menu cost upwards of several hundred thousand bucks with any meal?
Only Duan Tianhe was upset, beating his chest and stamping his feet!
All my hate!
Truly, Cheng Dongfeng deserves to get rich!
Delivering stuff to Jiang He's house in the middle of the night… and get rewarded with a bottle of Origin Fluid if Jiang He were in a good mood…
He had reacted for a split second slower.
Even in the instant he thought of that, Cheng Dongfeng had already taken action!


Jiang He might have transmigrated to a world of Qi and martial arts, but the System that he got only provided him with... seeds. 
"Hold on, System. Aren't these just... peas? Not only are they inedible, but I'm supposed to throw them far, far away?" 

Nancy was 50% sure that the one who had written the letter, was the little girl in front of her eyes with that nicely surprised and puzzled expression. But if it was indeed her, it was also a bit too unfathomable. How could a young girl that was barely 11 write such a script?
"I am Nancy Meyers, you should be Angela Mason, right?" Although her thoughts were racing currently, Nancy still kept a smiling face as she spoke.
"Yes, I am Angela, but why did you come to my house?" Just as the little girl finished asking, a sudden realization caused her to cry out in alarm. "God! You received my letter! What do you think of it?! This is the first script I've written! I… I have read lots of books, but I've always felt that something was lacking in my script. Do you think you can give me some suggestions?"
The little girl's excitement and cheerfulness were evident within her voice. She hadn't realized at all that her foreign language gave Nancy and George a fright. Especially Nancy, since even though she had already prepared herself mentally for it, hearing the confirmation with her own ears was still incredibly surprising. This remarkable script was truly written by this little girl in spite of everything. However, within this astonishment was puzzlement and doubt. At least in her experience, she had never seen or even heard of any 11 year old girl writing a script. Could she have picked up this story from somewhere else and replicated it before sending it to her?
George was also extremely surprised, however with his character, this wasn't like him. When he first laid eyes on Angela, he realized that she had a charisma that stood out from the masses. Most of all, even when compared with Vivien Leigh, her pair of glittering greenish-blue eyes would not lose out to hers. Moreover, her body radiated a kind of faintly discernible, or perhaps, indescribable temperament. Maybe, with a bit of hard work and the right opportunities, she would be a child becoming a famous star. Not only was this little girl able to write——if that script was indeed written by her, and they were able to rope her in, their movie production company would soar to great heights!
At this moment, Angela's mother Elena coughed lightly. Angela, who was already speaking incoherently, immediately stopped speaking. She looked down, seemingly remembering something, then enthusiastically said to Nancy, "Please take a seat. Take a seat here, ma'am." Following that, she sent a puzzled glance to George.
Not waiting for Nancy to speak, George bowed slightly, then said, "Hello, Miss Mason. I am the leader of the Disney film industry's script copy-editor team. I came here to discuss the script with you."
Seeing Angela's puzzled expression, he hurriedly smiled and explained more specifically, "It's like this, Miss Mason. Generally speaking, unless it is a small-budget movie production, the movie production cannot be made by a single person."
Seeing that the little girl still didn't completely understand, he prepared to explain it even simpler only to have Angela to hurriedly say, "In any case, please sit down and then explain, okay?" George couldn't help but raise his good impression of her a bit more as he sat down next to Nancy on the sofa again.
After obtaining Elena's approval, George explained to the little girl, "Generally speaking, a screenwriter with a good script will immediately send it to a movie production company, and said company's copy-editor will verify if the script is worth filming, then report to the administration to continue evaluation. Only then will funds be invested in it. Subsequently, they will purchase the script from the screenwriter, and ultimately, they will get in touch with a producer and choose a director and actors. Every company will sign a long-term, full-time screenwriter, but at the same time, they will also accept some submissions from other unsigned screenwriters as well as accepting non-professional screenwriters." After he said this, he smiled with some slight awkwardness. "People like you who just sends the script to the producers, well, basically… there isn't anyone who does it."
Angela stuck out her tongue. "If this ends up giving you trouble, then I am very sorry. I simply loved Mrs. Meyer's movie productions. I feel that she is very good at this kind of romantic comedy movie."
George laughed. "It's no problem, In fact, I share your views; therefore, we came to visit you."
"Then, in other words, you've decided to invest in my script? And Mrs. Meyers is going to make it?!" Angela widened her eyes as she spoke excitedly.
"Even though I cannot make the decision, I think there shouldn't be a problem." George glanced at Nancy, who nodded at his words.
The little girl's gaze moved to Nancy, who had begun to ask a question, "Before that, I want to ask you two questions. Is that okay, Miss Mason?"
"No problem. You can call me Angela," the little girl happily smiled as she spoke.
"Okay, Miss… oh, Angela, may I ask how you knew my address?" Nancy asked her first question.
"Issue 4 of this year's " Cahiers du cinéma "." Angela replied concisely. This caused Nancy to stare at her blankly.
"Was it that issue about " Father of the Bride "?" she uncertainly asked.  
"Yes. Even though it wasn't very detailed, the mailman was still able to deliver the letter to your hands, isn't that so?" The little girl shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps Mr. President should give this man a medal."
Nancy smiled and glanced at Mrs. Mersenne to the side. She then asked her second question. "May I talk with you about what inspired you to write this script, Angela?" She tried her best to make her tone as gentle as possible. She didn't want to present herself as lacking manners.
"Inspiration? You want to ask me the reason why I wrote this script, right?" Angela stole a glance at her mother before she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. She said, "In fact, me writing this at that time was an accident. The main reason was because I wanted an older sister or maybe a younger sister. Otherwise, I would stay at home alone and be truly, extremely bored. I have very many friends, but they can't stay at your home all the time, right? Dad and Mom love me a lot, but they both can't keep me company all the time. They have their own jobs to do, so every now and then, I frequently think of how nice it would be if I had a twin. Then, perhaps my life could become even more interesting."
Afterward, she stole another glance at her mother, and upon confirming that there were no changes to Elena's complexion, she continued to speak. She seemed very 'afraid' of her own mother, Nancy couldn't help but mentally think, gaining a bit more trust in this little girl.
"In fact, I mainly planned to write a story about a pair of twins that play tricks on their parents at home, a little like " Growing Pains ", but very obviously, since my understanding of this field is rather lackluster, I ended up revising the script many times before I suddenly came up with an idea. What if these twins were separated at birth because their parents divorced and coincidentally, met up later in life? After their first meeting, they both can't stand by idly and watch, so after they found out the truth, wouldn't they want to get their own parents back together? If it's like this, how will they play the role of matchmaker? How about switching identities and living with their birth father or mother? Why wouldn't they want to find out how it's like to live with the other parent? What if they find out why their parents divorced? How would they get them together again? I found this idea to be very interesting, so I threw out my previous script and completely outlined a new plot."
The little girl stopped talking at this point, and drank a mouthful of water, then continued to speak, "After heavily revising it, writing became much quicker because I had a lot of source material already. My dad is American, and mama is British. Every year for vacation, we go to London or Bristol to visit my grandfather or grandmother. That's why my main setting changed to those places. Similarly, in the script, a few of the supporting roles are modeled after my family. As you can see, Josie is my Aunt Jennifer. She has been working for our family since my dad was a kid. And Butler Martin is Mr. Gerard from grandfather's family. Even though he has the same humor and wit, he is very strict the vast majority of the time."
Staring at Angela, who was speaking frankly with assurance, Nancy's doubts dissipated like a cloud of smoke. In reality, this world still had geniuses, isn't that right? Meanwhile, George was thinking about another headache. From this little girl's narration as well as from her family's situation, she didn't come from an ordinary rich family. Would her guardians allow her script to be a part of a movie? Taking a step back from these negotiations, even if she and her parents were to consent to it, there was still a likelihood that she could have chosen Universal Studios or even Paramount, or one of those other veteran movie production companies, not them. Disney's only advantage was Angela having a considerably high opinion of Nancy. Honestly, this wasn't an easy thing to handle.
"Sorry, may I interrupt?" Mrs. Mason, who had been sitting on the side and quietly listening all along, suddenly spoke up. She glanced at her daughter, the corner of her lips curving into a visible smile. "Chrysi, I think you have some other things you haven't brought out yet, right?"
What other things? Nancy was somewhat puzzled but immediately reacted. It seemed that Mrs. Mason also wasn't completely convinced that her daughter had written this script. She lightly smiled inside her heart. As a mother of two children, she clearly understood this mentality of worrying about personal gains and losses.
Angela's face immediately became crestfallen. She scratched her head, hesitating for a moment, before sighing. "Alright, I understand, mama."
After she said this, she jumped up from the sofa and quickly ran upstairs. Shortly after, she grabbed a thick folder and ran back down. Returning to the sofa, she first took out an envelope and handed it to her mother. Mrs. Mason calmly took the envelope. When she saw the address written on the envelope, her eyebrows unknowingly raised. She took the papers from inside and swept a gaze over them, her continually unperturbed face revealing a startled look for once. She read the contents out loud.
"With respects to Miss Mason, we are honored to inform you that your short story you published in the magazine last year, " They're Made Out of Meat ", received a nomination for this year's Nebula Award for Best Short Story. Please give us a reply before the end of April. Yours truly, Magazine Publisher " Amazing "."
After this letter was read, the three adults present were stunned. Magazine Publisher " Amazing "? Nebula Award? Oh, God. Everything that has happened today is a fairy tale!
George couldn't help but touch his forehead, wanting to groan out loud. " Amazing " is the longest running science fiction magazine in the history of the United States, and the Nebula Award was also the highest award for science fiction alongside the Hugo Award. An 11 year old girl's short story not only was published in the " Amazing " Magazine, it also received a nomination for the Nebula Award for being the best short story! What kind of impossible event is happening today?!
In addition, the two women's amazement were significantly similar to George's reaction, especially Mrs. Mason's. Glancing at the letter in her hand before shifting her gaze to her daughter, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
Not waiting for them to ask questions, the little girl continued to pull things from her folder.
"This is the publication notification. This is the " Amazing " issue that my story was published in. And this is the author's remuneration cheque receipt."
After she took out the final item, everyone was in some state of shock. That thick stack of paper was a storyboard draft. Angela directly handed it to George. "Mr. Wells, this is the animated film script I drew last year. It's an adaptation based off of " Hamlet " and set in the African savanna. Inside, there is also my storyboard. I gave it the name—" The Lion King "!"

This is the gender bent tale of an otaku who was reborn into a beauty and harmed Hollywood. Our slogan is: build the most evil lily garden in Hollywood history!

"But to become a director will also require some money to start with."
"Including investments, the entire crew, and the script. But Your Highness, I can take charge of the aspect that is most lacking in this world - special effects."
Special effects!
Jun Ci searched her memory and realized that the entertainment industry in this world was flourishing.
But there was an awkward situation in the country she was residing in.
The celebrities' remunerations were too high, and most crews were unable to do special effects.
Hence, many TV dramas and movies used cheap effects to dupe the audience.
The Chinese audience was more inclined to foreign films when it came to special effects blockbusters because the foreign special effects were more amazing in their eyes.
However, through the occasional glimpse of Jun Ci's memory, the special effects in this world were still in the exploration stage.
Even if they brought over the movie from the interstellar era that had spent the least amount of money on special effects, its special effects could still beat all the blockbusters in this world.
3D was just beginning to show up.
People in the interstellar era could directly appear in the movies' virtual world.
But Gu Lu definitely wouldn't be able to do that right now.
However, since Gu Lu had mentioned it, it meant that Gu Lu's current ability in this respect was definitely beyond this world's.
Special effects were the most costly, but with Gu Lu around, she didn't have to worry about it.
But even if this didn't require money, she still needed a sum of money to start.
Furthermore, the current Jun Ci was still subjected to the Zhang family.
But what had Gu Lu said just now?
A director and a script.
She could write her own script!
When she used to write her own reports praising herself in the past during the interstellar era, she was able to boast about herself from all degrees.
She simply wasn't able to cover up her talent in writing!
As the crown prince, she also needed to be complimented!
The scripts in this world that were very popular IPs were worth hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars. There were many foreign artists who had relied on a single work to make millions!
That involved IP adaptations of a movie or a television series.
She could write the script herself, then turn her story into a movie, provided she could cause a sensation.
Jun Ci was deep in her thoughts, while Gu Lu was receiving information. Both parties didn't interrupt one another.
Then, Gu Lu reminded her, "Your Highness, with your new identity, the price will be low even if someone is willing to accept the script you've written. Gu Lu suggests that you first write a novel online like how most IPs do. Once your novel becomes popular, the funds to launch Your Highness' movie will come in. Also, Your Highness can make an adaptation of your own film in the future. With Gu Lu around, the effects after the adaptation will definitely shock the world! Your Highness can write about the interstellar era - I've checked and found out that interstellar science fiction novels aren't rare in this world, and there are many interesting works. If Your Highness is able to write one, it will definitely be very popular."
Gu Lu was very confident in itself and Jun Ci.
Jun Ci also had a lot of confidence in Gu Lu.
"Deal, help me pick a suitable site to publish my novel online, I'll think of a story."
Jun Ci and Gu Lu had worked together for many years and could make decisions very quickly after a discussion.
With an idea in her head, Jun Ci was at ease.
After letting Gu Lu work, she got out of bed.
She had an uncontrollable impatience - she had to take a look at this face of hers!
But she didn't even have a small mirror in her room because the original Jun Ci was afraid of it.
However, there was a mirror in the living room. Jun Ci slightly opened the door and peeked outside.
Zhang Changming had probably gone to the neighbor's place as there were only the sounds of Fu Cuihua cooking in the kitchen.
Jun Ci immediately walked out and quickly headed for the big mirror in the living room.
In the end, she was shocked with just one glance.
She couldn't even scream.
Truly, she was simply hideous!


(A refreshing novel about rebirth and disguise, with the male lead Jiang Yi and female lead Jun Ci)
The popular and magnificent ‘crown prince’ was reborn into a disfigured little pathetic girl whom everyone loathes.
The Crown Prince expressed that this all didn’t matter!
The body’s original appearance was actually a face that everyone, men and women, old and young, would go crazy for.
“He” was the perfect lover in the hearts of countless men and women.
Anyone would dream of marrying her!
But one day, the prince charming became a goddess?
Male fans: How explosive!
Jiang Yi: I’m not going to accept this, I am her husband!
Jun Ci smirked. So what exactly are you not accepting?

The real chapter is coming in a few hours. I'm sorry ;-;
kjnbhhisdnhidfhdfhjsdjksdnjhdfhdfghdfghdfbhdfbcbhnidjsduhchyduhyduhdhcduhduhdcdhcdhjdnjdnhjsdjxnj Hey, I'm back. Sorry about my sister. I had to seize control of the LTE from her because she was doing keymash. Keymash is just effortless. She just went back to school. She comes home from school for her lunch break. I think I'm gonna go again. Bye! Hello, I'm back. Let's compare LTE's. This one is only 8593 characters long so far. Kenneth Iman's LTE is 21425 characters long. The Flaming-Chicken LTE (the original) is a whopping 203941 characters long! I think I'll be able to surpass Kenneth Iman's not long from now. But my goal is to surpass the Flaming-Chicken LTE. Actually, I just figured out that there's an LTE longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE. It's Hermnerps LTE, which is only slightly longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE, at 230634 characters. My goal is to surpass THAT. Then I'll be the world record holder, I think. But I'll still be writing this even after I achieve the world record, of course. One time, I printed an entire copy of the Bee Movie script for no reason. I heard someone else say they had three copies of the Bee Movie script in their backpack, and I got inspired. But I only made one copy because I didn't want to waste THAT much paper. I still wasted quite a bit of paper, though. Now I wanna see how this LTE compares to the Bee Movie script. Okay, I checked, and the Bee Movie script is 50753 characters long. Not as long as some of the LTEs I mentioned, but still longer than mine and Kenneth Iman's combined. This LTE is getting close to 10000 characters! That means it'll be half the length of Kenneth Iman's LTE. That's pretty exciting. Also, going back to the topic of the Bee Movie Script, I tried to write the entire thing out by hand once. But I never finished it, especially since I'm focusing on this thing now. Maybe I should write this LTE out by hand. Nah, I don't think I will. Yay, we're at 10000 characters! Let's celebrate by talking about MUSIC! Music is cool. That concludes our celebratory discussion about music. Thank you, and have a good rest of your day. Hi, I'm back now, and I got a book! It's a dictionary for a language called Elefen. It's like Esperanto, but better. Now I can learn Elefen even without internet! That's pretty cool. I will now write something in Elefen. See if you can understand it! Here goes: Si tu pote leje esta, tu es merveliosa! Elefen es un lingua multe fresca! Did you understand that? Maybe you can't speak Elefen, but you still understood that because of your knowledge of other languages. Elefen is cool because it's an actual language, not an English code like Pig Latin or Viesa. Oh, I forgot to mention that my sister is back from school. She's blasting Rhett and Link songs right now. Have you seen that picture of Rhett and Link standing with a bunch of *******? Sorry, I almost said the F word there. That would've broken my rule of not saying the F word. I wrote something in Elefen, so I will also write something in Toki Pona. See if you can understand it now! sina sona e toki mi la sina pona mute a! I can speak Toki Pona fluently, by the way. It's also a pretty cool language. My sister is still playing annoying songs. It's hindering my focus right now. But it's fiiiiine. Okay, luckily she's run out of songs to play. At least for now. She's trying to think of another annoying song to play. Now she's playing a song by Green Day. Not NEARLY as bad as the other songs she just played. I should go for now. Goodbye! Hello, I'm back once again. I don't know why I feel obligated to say that every time I come back. But I'll keep doing it anyway. My sister stopped blasting annoying songs, so that's good. She's cooking something in the microwave. I'll go check to see what it is right now. Nevermind, it's already done cooking. Right, I remember! It's mac and cheese! Now she just started singing "I have a tongue, you don't, because I cut it off yesterday". I don't know what goes on in her mind when she does stuff like that. I've been messing around with my Elefen dictionary for a while, looking up whatever random words I can think of. By the way, the whole reason I'm doing this longest text ever is because of pointlesssites.com. That's how I found the Flaming-Chicken LTE, which inspired me to start writing this LTE. So thanks, pointlesssites.com! I check that website every day to see what new pointless websites they add. You know, I could double every letter I type so that this text would be twice as long as it normally would be. But nah, that's kinda cheating. So I won't. Also, SUBSCRIBE TO PEWDIEPIE! There, I did my part. Not that anyone will read this, but still. 'Twould be nice if you subscribed to PewDiePie. That's another word I invented. Actually, I looked it up, and I didn't invent it. Someone came up with it before I did. That's pretty sad. Also, LEARN VIESA TODAY! IT WILL CURE YOUR DEPRESSION! Seriously though, learn Viesa. It won't actually cure your depression, but I'm desperate for speakers. I only have one other person to speak it with. I should go now. Goodbye. Hi, I'm back. I just came up with an idea: SIMPLIFIED ENGLISH! Or, in Simplified Engish: Simifid Enis. It's where every group of consonant letters is reduced to the first consonant in that group of consonants, and same goes with the vowels. If a word ends up being just a single consonant with no vowel, put 'a' at the end. So "I like eating my waffles" becomes "I like etin ma wafes". Isn't it the most amazing thing ever? Nah, it's not quite as amazing as Viesa. Actually, Viesa isn't a real language, so it's less amazing then Elefen and Toki Pona, both of which are cool languages. I kinda figured that half of this text would be about languages. Oh well. I just really want this to be the longest text ever, without using copy and paste, keymash, etc. If you remember, my sister did a little bit of keymash in this text a while ago. I would've deleted it, but nah, I didn't feel like it. And besides, it's not like it took up half this text. I have an estimate for how long it'll take me to be the world record holder: about one month. I think I can manage one month of writing this. You know what? I'm just gonna break my rule of not saying the word "furry". There, I said it. Now I'm allowing myself to write "furry" whenever I want. So with that out of the way, let's talk about how I first became a furry. For some reason, I have the exact date when I became a furry memorized. It's May 4, 2018. At that time, I discovered that I was a furry by watching some furry YouTube videos. I knew about the existence of furries years before this, but I didn't know much about it until this time. I said to myself, "You know what? I'm a furry now," and that's what started it all. And I've been slowly learning more about the fandom ever since. I would like to participate more in the fandom when I'm older, but I'm too young for most of it right now. Guess I'll just have to wait. But in the meantime, I can write about it in this text. I should sleep now. Goodnight. Hello, I'm back once again. Happy Pi Day! I memorized a bunch of digits of Pi once, not sure how many I still remember... I have literally nothing to write about now. I've been trying to come up with something for the past 10 minutes, and I still have no idea. Literally nothing is happening right now. It's pretty boring. My sister is watching Friends, as usual. Okay, since there's nothing for me to write about, I should go now. Bye! Wow, it has been a while since I last added to this. It is now July 10, 2019. Last time I edited this page was Pi Day, which was March 14. Those 4 months of this thing being untouched end today! Wait... 4 months? That means I was supposed to get this past the world record three months ago. Oh well. I have put many things into this text. A lot of them were cringy, like how I keep mentioning furry-related things. You know, I should stop putting things in here when I know I'm gonna cringe at them later. I'll try not to do that from here on out. I just know I'll fail though. I'd hate to be aware of someone reading this entire thing... like, if I had to sit and watch a family member or something read this entire text, I would cringe so hard. I would not want that to happen. I am currently pasting the entirety of the FlamingChicken LTE onto a page on OurWorldOfText. The frustrating thing about pasting stuff there is that it pastes one letter at a time, so it takes forever to paste long text. And when the tab isn't open, I'm pretty sure it just stops pasting, so you have to keep the tab open if you want it to continue. 


Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly.

Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor.

When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave.

She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her.

She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor.

She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss.

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Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her.

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