The next day Edwin dodged his friends request to visit Hogsmeade and chose to finish creating an outline for his runes Script, Inside the room of requirement books and pages was scatted on and around the table that Edwin was working at, most of the books on the table are muggle books that had Edwin purchased from a secondhand bookstore to use as a reference to what his rune script needs to contain.

" Why can't I find any clue to make It work!" Edwin shouted face-palming himself, Edwin had been trying to find a way to make the Script following what he had been reading but Edwin ran into a problem to make everything to work he would need to give meaning to each instruction by hand which meant he would have to create a rune for each 1 and 0's( or code ?) combination that the books use.

Laying back on the chair Edwin put on the Walkman and the song Under Pressure by Queen started to play but with the Walkman on  Edwin couldn't hear the door opening.

A girl with dirty blond hair walked through the door she had an unusual smile on her face as she saw Edwin at the table she walked towards him and tapped his shoulder 

Edwin jumped out of the chair startle and called out " Luna !... you jumped me " 

"  sorry Edwin... but what are you doing " Luna stated with a curious expression on her face

" I'm taking a break," Edwin said sitting back down " how come you're not with Ysabel ?"

" She's with her friends and they don't seem to like me," Luna said, " what are you taking a break from ?" 

Edwin told Luna what he was trying to do with runes Luna looked at Edwin and said with a warm smile " Don't give up keep trying you'll get.. even if you don't at least you tried "

" Which book should I start with, " Luna said picking up the books on the table " I'm going to help you "

" Aren't you here to do something ?" Edwin asked 

" Yes but Moonfrogs could wait a friend need help " Luna replied with a smile, 

" what are Moonfrogs " Edwin asked

" there are frogs that came from the moon "

" that would be cool to see "Edwin said handing Luna Rune introduction and computer coding to read Edwin turned off the Walkman and started to focus back on creating the Rune Script by drawing symbols and weird letters.

The symbols and letter did not have any magic meaning as yet but will serve as a template when Edwin would give them meaning when Luna finished reading the Rune introduction and had started to start reading coding Luna looked as though she had an idea.

" Do you know how to create runes ?" Luna asks putting down the book 

" yeah it's actuality simple the only hard part is creating the letters or symbols " Edwin replied " it's just like creating spells but easier you Focus on what you're are intending the rune to mean and write it on something then the rune would then mean that... it could change depending on who is writing it but that's a whole other thing " 

" So if you can create runes that mean anything you want it to then why are you following this " Luna said raising the coding book up " Runes and this code is different "

" Well you see I never created something like this and wanted to use Muggle codes that are like runes to-" Edwin said but as he was to continue he stopped to think.

" Luna I just found out what I've been doing wrong," Edwin said holding Luna's shoulder and shaking her " I have been trying to use runes as codes but runes are not codes its magic and could be anything why couldn't I see it before "

" Because You were trying to copy someone else work " Luna stated with a blank expression 

Edwin faced turned into a frown " you're right... if it wasn't for you I might have been stuck Th-"

" I'm always happy to help a friend, " Luna said with a smile before Edwin could say thank you 

Edwin collected the paper that was on the table and floor into a pile "  Incendio" the pile of paper caught on fire and soon turned into ash " Even though I figure out what I have to do it'll take time "

" If you need help you always have me "

Luna started to look for records of Moonfrogs Edwin with new ideas on how to use runes went back to the drawing board as Edwin taught of ideas on how to use the runes a thought came to his mind  " why don't I just use using Ravenclaw Diadem won't learning be easier  "

Edwin headed to the chamber of secrets to retrieve Ravenclaws's Diadem when inside the chamber of secrets Edwin checked to see if the Basilisk had started to melt but the ice didn't seem to move at all.

Being extra careful Edwin did not touch the Diadem as he didn't know if there was a curse on it as most of the Horcruxes that Voldemort made has, with the Diadem floating behind Edwin carried into the washroom and covered it with his robes.

Edwin planned to take Diadem to Snape's and ask if he could check and remove any curses that the Diadem may have when Edwin arrived at Snape's office he was just leaving " Professor Snape " Edwin called out 

" What is it, " Snape said and continue to walk passing Edwin

Edwin walked up to Snape trying to keep up he said " I found something interesting but it's giving off a strange vibe "  

Snape came to a stop " Is it curse " Snape hissed 

" Possibly " Edwin replied with a smirk 

" Leave it in my office draw and do not touch a thing, " Snape said  

" Thank you, Professor Snape, " 

Before Edwin could walk away Snape called him " When my meeting is over we'll have a little chat "

follows Edwin Vaclav who found out that he is a wizard in harry potter world after being reincarnate after many years just thinking its an  ordinary world



i don't own harry potter just my oc

Eric lightly placed a clunky typewriter on the desk and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He missed his past extra thin and light notebook. It had been a day since he found out about his extraordinary memory, and after twenty four hours of careful thinking, Eric had drawn a preliminary plan about his future.
 
He deliberately took a day off, strolled most of his day time and bought a secondhand typewriter which happened to be an essential tool to the realization of his plan.
 
After processing Ralph's funeral, Eric had a few hundred dollars of cash left in his hands. Western countries having a good welfare system, it had always been a no savings policy here. (TL: Author has obviously never experienced the US' welfare system, lol.)
Fortunately, the house was his propriety, or else, thanks to his lack of funds to pay for the mortgage, it would have been seized and he would have to sleep on the streets as a result. To buy the typewriter, Eric had to ask Jeff for a month's salary in advance.
 
In order to realize his own dreams, he had to first break into the Hollywood circle. Let's temporarily forget about directing or acting. After much deliberation, the most suitable job he could think of was screenwriter. Although people always said that this Hollywood era's screenwriters had a low standing, it was not actually true. It was just because a lot of the best screenwriters switched to directing and producing, which had become mainstream overseas, like in Hong Kong for example.
 
Placing a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, Eric started typing the following words: Jurassic Park. That's right, the 1990s most profitable film series.
 
In Eric's past life, whether they had bought the pirated copy of Jurassic Park or had watched the movie in theater, they had all experienced the moment when the lifelike dinosaurs appeared on the screen, and the feeling they got then could only be described in one word: Shocking.
 
In his memory, the novel Jurassic Park was published in 1990 and contained about 150 000 words. So Michael Crichton had certainly not started to write it. He would simply shamelessly take the credit for it without worrying about a plagiarism lawsuit.
 
Eric's mouth curved slightly as he recalled the movie's events while pounding on the keyboard. What he was writing was not the Jurassic Park script, but the novel. In the past, after watching the movie, he had bought the book out of curiosity and carefully read it. Now, with his own past memories as well as his new body's, translating his past life's Chinese knowledge into English was child's play.
 
He wouldn't just directly write the script, because if it was given to the film company that way, there was a high chance that it would be treated as trash and thrown away. The number of screenplays that Hollywood studios received each day could basically be weighed in pounds. Also, Eric wanted the film rights of the series to be firmly under his control. If he made it into a script, and one of those film companies took a fancy to it, once they made it into a movie, they would hit the jackpot financially while Eric would maybe get a 100,000$ and a bonus if he was lucky. That kind of business that benefitted everyone but himself, Eric had absolutely no interest in it.
 
However, if he published the novel, the movie and television copyrights would be his, and Eric only needed to wait for the opportunity when the price offered was high enough before racking in the profits.
Immersed in his work, time flew by and night had soon fallen. Eric looked down at his keyboard, only to realize that he had unknowingly been writing for four/five hours in a row as his stomach started growling.
 
Eric stood up and glanced at the thick stack of paper on the desk while he stretched himself. According to his typing speed, the manuscript should be complete in one week of time. He still had to do his waiting job at Jeff's restaurant after all, otherwise, he'd starve.
Going into the kitchen, Eric made himself a simple dinner consisting of rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a typical Chinese dish. There was still some cheese bread and peanut butter in the fridge but although he inherited the original guy's memory, his Asian habits were already ingrained.
 
After eating, Eric went to the second floor balcony and leaned against the railing as he gazed at the night around him. The apartment where he lived was a little less than 200 square meters, a two-story house with some random flowers planted in the yard. Eric's father wasn't rich and his personality was sloppy to say the least, so the duo's life had been very rough. In his memory, they had moved seven or eight times from England to Los Angeles. Eric didn't remember why it was so as he was too young, but to be honest, even the current him couldn't make any sense of it. It was better to just forget about it.
 
After moving to Los Angeles, Ralph dragged little Eric to stroll the streets. In just two days, with the help of a real estate broker, they bought the small courtyard that was a complete visual mess. Eric smiled, the concept of "home care" was part of his Asian culture.
 
He stayed on the balcony for a while, and just as he was planning to go back and keep writing Jurassic Park, he suddenly heard a loud sound that seemingly came from glassware hitting the ground. Eric set his sights on the west side of the neighborhood, the Runkle's house. A  40-year-old couple with three children; the eldest son was in university, the daughter at a boarding school and the youngest was only seven years old.
 
That couple might be experiencing a midlife crisis as they quarreled a lot these days. Although Eric had a good relationship with the Runkle family, he did not intend to go there and mediate them, they were people with restraint who wouldn't fight violently. If he hastily ran to the other side and tried to pacify them, that'd only make things awkward.
 
After a few bickerings and the fuzzy sounds of a few appliances breaking, the Runkle's home door was banged open. Charles Runkle, the man of the house, came out wearing a shirt and clutching his messy hair. He turned to the woman at the door and shouted: "Enough, I've had enough! Damn bitch! If I hadn't moved to Los Angeles in order to marry you, I might have become a GM executive. Now look at you, my God!"
 
"Go to hell !" Mrs. Runkle usually always spoke in a soft voice, but this time she sounded particularly loud and sharp: "In the past, so many men were pursuing me, one is now a California congressman, another one is selling petroleum in the Middle East. Petroleum do you hear ?! The profit of a single shipment is more than what you can earn in a 100 years ! The one with regrets is this old lady. Now go sleep at your General Motors, mister "GM executive" !"
 
When Mrs. Runkle finished speaking, she threw a black jacket out and slammed the door.
 
Charlie Runkle picked it up and patted it. He stood up only to see Eric standing on the balcony.
 
"Sorry to disturb you, Eric." Charlie smiled at him.
 
"It's okay, Charlie… Do you want to come in?" Eric said.
 
Charlie shook his head: "… No, thank you, I … I'm going to go to the bar for a bit… and I'll be back in a while when Mary has calmed down."
Charlie then nodded to Eric, started his car and drove away.
 
Eric returned to his room. Remembering the Runkle couple's quarrel scene, an idea flashed in his mind. As he sat at his desk and loaded a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, that idea gradually became clearer.
 
Over the past two days, Eric had been pondering about what his first screenplay should be, and now he had the answer. That play was a perfect fit for him, but ah, as expected, some details needed to be worked on as the time difference had to be taken into account. However, this was not a problem, these minor details wouldn't hinder the script in the slightest.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

So I didn't post a chapter yesterday, I know I know. I'm still writing the chapter.. Anyway, for my school work I had to write a short play script so I decided to... write it about the coming chapter 24 and 25!

Of course you don't have to read it but if you want spoilers, sure you can read this. Of course the real chapter will have more detail but the play script shows the main outline. 

Playscript: Biology Exam

Cast:Joon Woo , Ms. May, maid and Snow.

Scene 1
(Joon Woo visits Snow at the weekend) 
Maid: (loudly) Snow, Joon Woo is here!
Snow: (loudly) Okay, I'll be right down!
(Snow rushes down the stairs while Joon Woo enters the house) 
Joon Woo: Hi Snow, long time no see!
Snow: (Smiling) You should have told me you were coming, Joon Woo. 
Joon Woo: I just wanted to surprise you! 
Mother: (Joyfully) Why don't the two of you talk in Snow's room, you too haven't seen each other in years! 
Snow: (signs at Joon Woo to follow her) Follow me, Joon Woo!

Scene 2
(Joon Woo nd Snow talks together)
Joon Woo : (Impressed) You have such a nice room!
Snow: (Giggles) You think so? 
Joon Woo : (Jealous) I'm so jealous, can we swap rooms? 
 Snow: Now I want to see your room too. Maybe I should visit your house one day. 
Joon Woo : (Sees pile of books on table) What are those books for?  
Snow: (Trying to convincing) Nothing…
(Joon Woo walks to the pile of books and flips a notebook open) 
Joon Woo : So you have a Biology exam next week?
Snow: Yeah… 
Joon Woo : Is this your last exam of the year?
Snow: Yeah, it is… 
Joon Woo : (Encouraging) Then we should go study!
Snow: Maybe not now… 
Joon Woo : Come on, Snow! 
(Snow slides to the corner of the room) 
Joon Woo : (temptingly) If you pass with an A, I'll give you a gift.
Snow: (convinced) Fine. 

Scene 3
(The two goes to library to study) 
Joon Woo : Let's sit there. 
Snow: (unsurely) Fine but promise me about that gift, okay?
Joon Woo : Yeah , yeah. (Signing a wait sign with hand)  Wait here. 
Snow: (Confusedly] Okay? 
(Joon Woo comes back with a stack of books) 
Joon Woo: Let's start, shall we?
Snow: (whining) Come onJoon Woo , I don't want to do all this! 
Joon Woo : Nope! You have no choice! 
(Studies until night for a week) 

Scene 4
(A week later, exam day) 
(Snow walks into classroom while reading notes) 
Snow: (mumbling) A cell is a small unit of life. 
Ms. May: Good morning Snow! 
(Snow bumps into teacher's table) 
Snow: (dramatically) Ouch! 
Ms. May: (sarcastically) What made you so distracted that you bumped into the teacher's table? 
(Snow quickly gets up and picks up notes) 
Snow: (embarrassed) Sorry Ms. May!
(Snow rushes to seat and sits down)
Ms. May: Everyone sit down and be quiet. 
(Ms. May distributes exam papers to everyone) 
Snow: (quietly) I can do this! 

Scene 5
(Results of exam are out) 
Ms. May: Everyone wait at your seats for your results. 
(Ms. May distributes results) 
Snow: I passed!

Snow had always knew that her parents weren’t her real parents. She knew that they just raised her after her mother had passed away on the hospital bed when she was only two. Nevertheless, she still pretended that she didn’t know about the adoption, even if she knew very well. Her adopted parents were doctors from top hospitals and were very serious and strict about not only their jobs but also their entire life. One day in Snow’s  childhood, she was chasing after a fluffy but big dog and bumped into a boy. That boy’s name was Joon Woo. Ever since that day, the two became the bestest of friends who were unseperable. One day, when Snow was just twelve and Joon Woo was sixteen, Joon Woo joined a boy group to be an idol. As he wanted to share the news with his best friend, he failed to. He had a gut feeling that if he did tell her, their friendship will drift away to different worlds. He knew very well that Snow was never comfortable around people who were ‘better’ than her in fear of constantly being compared. He never told her years and she never found out. Even though she noticed their similar features, she always told herself the two people were different. However, Joon Woo started to always act weird. For example, he would try to hide his face when they were out in public and his schedules were always cramped and busy. She always kept her head with the thoughts but whenever he ocasionally comes to her school to study with her, her uneasiness faded and she could only smile. A new transfer comes to the school and he is very handsome, soon he comes to like Snow. Joon Woo being protective, he makes sure that the new transfer student won’t touch her and a love triangle starts to take place.  Meanwhile, all was going well until the day Snow’s parents were involved in a medical incident which made them go to court. All Snow could do was to cry even though she actually knew the truth about the incident and how her parents were innocent but there stood her childhood friend. Joon Woo dragged her to the court to say what she knew before Min Jun could help her and he got the idea. On the other hand, she did but before the court was settled, people had already seen Joon Woo’s face. Facing the rumours and gossip wasn’t easy as Joon Woo told her not to believe them. She wasn’t sure what to believe. She finally concludes that her best friend was hiding things from her. What else did he hide from her? Through all the pressure and stress, Snow fails her exam and was scared to face her parents. She knew that she would be lectured and this time, she didn’t have the courage to face Joon Woo for help and motivation. Not knowing what to do, Snow runs away from home and stays at a small cottage for a year only to chase after a fluffy and big dog that looked like the one that brought her to meet Joon woo. Coincidentally, Snow bumps into the same friend she broke ties with a year ago. As she forgave him for the secret he hid from her , the two get mixed up in each other’s life again and gets even closer this time.

Lu Yuan lit a "Red Orchid" and took a few sips, then blew out a ring of smoke on the main street of Hengdian.

The smoke ring winded up and dissipated against the wind.

At this moment, Lu Yuan seemed calm, but in reality his heart had already been shocked by the storm and his soul had left the body.

He remembered the numbers on the ATM machine.

1.1 million cash!

Do you know what's the concept of a million yuan?

Holy duck!

Rich! I'm fucking rich!

He has never seen so much money in his life!

"Cough, cough, cough."

Maybe he had gotten a little too excited, the smoke stuck in his throat.

Hengdian streets in the distance is still crowded with people.

Still sunny, still full of endless hopes.

Wang Xun Xue and An Xiao had left together. Wang Xun Xue couldn't drive after drinking. An Xiao became the driver.

As for An Xiao's mountainous luggages, she had packed it up and sent it away.

It is not necessary for Lu Yuan to be a porter anymore.

Her purpose has been achieved.

As for the trip to Chengdu?

Well, it cut short in the middle. She was originally looking for a song that she wanted to sing. Now that she had already found the song that she liked, so her goal has been achieved.

And she can go back to Yanjing, in peace...?

Lu Yuan watched the two girls left, and confirmed the money on the card, then after smoking and keeping the contract in a safe place, he rushed to his rental house non-stop, and moved all the things in the rental house to his "Remote Film Company", then celebrated with 3 bowls of specially selected beef ramen in the nearby restaurant where he had been reluctant to visit in the past.

Under the restaurant owner's shocked eyes, Lu Yuan patted his stomach, leaving a hundred yuan chicly while saying 'Keep the change.'.

This is how rich people feel.

When Lu Yuan tried this feeling, he felt a little swollen.

Lots of money, lots of time!

Feeling inflated, he came to "The Capital" filming set leisurely and watched the busy flowery actresses with drools on his face.

He is going to shoot a movie himself. It has to be shot out to cope with Wang Xun Xue anyway

After all, it is a contract requirement.

He cannot break the law.

As for the movie box office ...

It doesnt have anything to do with him.

After the filming, he's gonna take the remaining money back to his hometown, marry a wife and have children. Of course, if he could spend a spring night with a star or two before that, it would be perfect...

Human are sexual animals in nature.

Lu Yuan, the upstart, is naturally no exception.

After his low grade NSFW sub plot ended in his brain, Lu Yuan threw his buttocks on the grassy hill outside the set of "The Capital". He glanced at the director Shen Lian Jie who was drinking in the distance, feeling envious, he erected a middle finger without any quality.

He and Shen Lianjie have no enmity, but a Mr. Perfect template has always been the object of Lu Yuan's hatred.

And the same Shen Lian Jie, who can easily have woman, fame and fortune, is also the object of Lu Yuan's jealousy.

Therefore, since the filming of "The Capital" started, he often comes to the set to express his low quality talents.

Sunny. 

After showcasing his spitting, expletives, and profanities talents, Lu Yuan stretched up and yawned.

"Ptooey!!!"

Just as Lu Yuan wanted turn around and left, he heard a familiar spitting sound, and then he saw a fat dude spitting a thick sputum with a disdain expression in the direction of the crew, and then grabbed his crotch and pulled down his pant without any quality at all, aiming in the direction of "The Capital" crew, facing the wind, bravely peeing for three thousand miles, with a pair of arrogant eyes that saying 'Daddy gonna pee on your shitty face!'.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you see me sinking a mountain here?" The fat dude glanced at Lu Yuan, then pulled up his pant without shame, and even spoke disdainfully.

"No, no... I'm just thinking... my friend, your posture is really like a hero among heroes. You have a lot of manners, and it is a model of our generation, especially the appearance of 3,000 miles stream, is really admirable!" Lu Yuan sincerely admiring this fierce dude, and his slick mouth cant help but praise, and he also couldn't stop himself giving the dude a thumbs up!

"It's the first time I've seen a guy with such a slippery tongue, dude, you are talented." The fat man was shocked by Lu Yuan's remarks, and he walked over to Lu Yuan after fastening his belt.

"No, buddy, I'm telling the truth. People who can do this on such occasion are really amazing!" Lu Yuan gave a nod to the fat man.

"Do you want to learn from me, man?" The fat man raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Yuan.

"Forget it, buddy, you are too powerful, the level is too high." Lu Yuan quickly shook his head, passing a cigarette to the fat dude by the way.

"You have a future. My name is Wei Wu Ji. What's your name, man!?" The fat man took the cigarette, lit it up and inhaled deeply. When he exhales the smokes, his eyes showed a great contentment.

"Lu Yuan." Lu Yuan also lit himself a cigarette, and the two stood on the hill outside the crew and smokes.

"Lu Yuan... the name is pretty good, cough... by the way, I'm actually a very high-quality person." Wei Wuji coughed and giving a statement to Lu Yuan seriously.

"Really?" Lu Yuan is staring at the crew and subconsciously replied.

"Yes, although I am a high quality person, I hate Shen Lianjie, this fucking scumbag."

"Well, I don't really like him either." Lu Yuan nodded, agreeing.

"What the fuck!!! Did he also snatched your fiancee?" Wei Wu Ji turned to look at Lu Yuan in shocked and blurted out subconsciously.

When he finished talking, he seemed to see Lu Yuan's head wearing the same green hat as his own, and cant help but feeling sympathetic towards him, but then when he saw Lu Yuan's weird eyes, Wei Wu Ji suddenly realized that something went wrong.

"Cough, cough, the weather is good today." Lu Yuan did not know what to say, and felt that he had heard something that should not be heard.

"Yes, yes... indeed..." Wei Wuji suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling that the hat on his head became greener and brighter.

"Cough, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly ..." Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He is also jealous of Shen Lian Jie, but it's pure jealousy.

Jealous that Shen Lian Jie is richer than himself.

More handsome than himself.

More popular with girls.

"Nothing, oh, right! I said I wanted to punch Shen Lianjie's face, and kicked him on the ground, so that his father and mother can't recognize him!" Wei Wu Ji smokes his cigarette again, and looked into the distance to conceal his embarrassment.

Wei Wu Ji suddenly gave birth a feeling of sympathy towards Lu Yuan for having the same jealousy disease...

Even though his jealousy is much worse than Lu Yuan's.

But with the universal and ancient principle that the enemies of my enemy are my friends... 

The hearts of the two strangers seemed to get closer.

"Agreed!" Lu Yuan reached a consensus in his mind, while watching "The Capital" crew, he instantly felt a more intense jealousy.

Motherfucker!

I want to be handsome too!

"I am a director, talented, and most likely to be a great director of China in the future, but unfortunately now ..." Fat buddy, Wei Wu Ji, looked at Lu Yuan's eyes and seemed like it became more and more familiar, and felt that the two could become a comrades-in-arms, so he solemnly put his hand out.

"Ah, director? Forgive me for being ignorant..." Lu Yuan was surprised when he heard the word director, and quickly shook hands with Wei Wu Ji.

"Fuck ignorance, I haven't even make a movie yet, now I'm penniless ..." The fat buddy glanced at Lu Yuan.

"Why is this? Well, actually, I'm an actor, buddy... would you like to work together?" Lu Yuan began his fake smile and introduced himself enthusiastically, holding Wei Wu Ji's hand passionately at the same time.

They looks like a gay couple from a distance.

Looking at the appearance of the fat buddy, Lu Yuan felt that he had really caught a fat sheep this time.

"What are you doing! I don't want to!" The fat buddy looked at Lu Yuan's weird smile, he was shocked and subconsciously wanted shake off Lu Yuan's hand.

But he can't shake it off... 

What's going on with this passionate atmosphere?

"I'm not gay!" Lu Yuan was dumbfounded after quickly realizing the situation, then shook his head, but his hands still not letting go.

"Then how do we cooperate, I have no script, no money, even if you are the best actor, I can't help you... I'm not like Shen Lian Jie, the motherfucker, he's sought after by people as soon as he debuted! Me..." After saying the word Shen Lian Jie, the fat man suddenly wanted to take off his pants and pee.

"I have money, I have a script!" Lu Yuan was excited.

Someone sending you a pillow when you are sleepy. 

How fucking good is this!

"You're kidding, dude, you look at what you are wearing... It's not that I looked down on you, but I'm good for you, listen to me, just go and play extras... Do you know how much it costs to shoot? Millions! And the script, do you have a good script? OK, even if the script can be bought, it is also costs hundreds of thousands of yuan ... "

"I have it!"

"You have a dick! Let me go!"

"Come with me..." Lu Yuan suddenly stood up, his eyes glowing.

"What are you saying? I don't want to do it...!"

"What are you doing, let's go buddy, I'll take you high!"

"Holy fuck, let me go, don't pull me like this, we are two big men, it's weird!"

"Crap, just come with me... I didn't lie to you!"

"I said, can you let me go, holy fuck... where are you going?"

"Go to my company."

"What? Do you have a company?"

"Yep!"

"Release me!"

"I won't!"

"God damn it! I didn't wiped my hands after I peed. Didn't you feel wet?"

"Fuck ..."

"Damn! Why didn't they read a few chapters before they skipped my book!" Lu Yuan felt that the readers are too ignorant.

But ... 

He's helpless.

Lu Yuan knew what was wrong with his book, he feels that, his synopsis is not attractive enough for the readers to read more. But he is reluctant to write more, especially for synopsis that no one would even remember a few minutes later.

Most importantly ...

Lu Yuan doesn't want to be serious and exaggerating the synopsis to make a pretense, he's afraid that he would be famous and the world would call him dog later.

But, Lu Yuan still put a little bit less exaggerated synopsis with a little bit of seriousness.

So he writes...

"That year ... Lu Yuan who just crossed to a pararel world wrote a movie script then scammed 1 Million yuan from a certain rich and beautiful female sheep ...

He planned to use 800.000 yuan to shoot the movie and ran away with the rest of the money...

But the movie ... "

Lu Yuan suddenly felt tired.
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 She was the unsurpassed beauty of a whole generation. Even without much acting experience, she gave a perfect interpretation of that graceful beauty.
 Even the prince of Dali, who had seen countless beauties in his life, mistook her for an immortal. Among all domestic actresses, only Liu Yifei had that special temperament.
 As he thought of that, Qin Guan felt proud of himself. Thanks to his acting experience and training courses, he could control his own temperament.
 The shooting went on. The vicious Constellation Immortal had the leader of the four villains possessed by the devil. As a kind-hearted monk, Xuzhu couldn't bear to watch. He maximized his Buddhist nature by cultivating it through Buddhist ancient books and records.
 Of course, he was no Heavenly Guardian or arhat, but the smiling Sakyamuni. It was better for him to have some blooming flowers in his hands.
 He was sincerely worried about the villain, who was about to commit suicide. "Beware of the devil in your heart. What kind of composition is this? It’s really wicked!"
 Qin Guan noticed that the director hadn't stopped shooting, which meant that he could go on without a break.
 Basing his performance on the script, he made his own interpretation. Actually, an actor could perform according to their own feelings. Provided that they didn't stray from the script, no director would judge their performance.
 A limitation was set on the actors only in the two following scenarios. One, if the director had a very clear aim and the actor had to perform according to that, such as when the script was actually written by the director, when the director wanted to win a prize, or if the director was writing about himself and his perennial feelings or wishes.
 The other scenario was when the actor couldn't read the script and the lines were as simple as possible.
 Those kind of directors usually shot indie films, and their train of thought would change all the time.
 Fortunately, Qin Guan’s crew and director were normal.
 Qin Guan took a white chess piece and set it on the board at random. He didn't know that, thanks to all sorts of accidental mishaps, he had broken the eternal composition.
 "You silly monk!" The villain hit him on his bare head. Qin Guan nodded like a chicken pecking away at rice.
 Before he could explain, he was kicked off. After being sent flying about three meters, he fell on the ground.
 This required the special effect team. Up until that point, Director Zhang had told them to have a break.
 After being beaten the whole day, Qin Guan was sneered at by Huang. Lin Zhiying, who was sitting right beside them, interrupted their conversation.
 Lin, who was from Taiwan, was curious about Qin Guan. He had heard that he was an exclusive actor of Zhang Jizhong. The crew had said that he was the most handsome guy in the world.
 Even some figurants from the Zhejiang Province had confirmed that statement.
 By then, the actor who played Murong Fu had gotten really scared. His role was the most suitable for Qin Guan, who frequently portrayed handsome villains.
 He was relieved when he noticed that only the actor who would play Xuzhu was absent.
 Although the famous actor was not worried about losing his job, he was still curious about that famous guy. He was also renowned for his looks himself.
 He wanted to get some insight into Qin Guan.
 "Good day today, isn’t it?"
 Qin Guan smiled. "The air is clean on the mountain."
 "Do you like the scenery here?"
 They were both gentlemen, so they quickly became good friends.
 Huang Bo looked gloomy beside them. Qin Guan always fought with him, both physically and verbally. When he saw the two men being nice to each other, he felt goosebumps on his skin.
 More and more people joined the conversation. Men always liked to talk about women, cars and wine.
 The only girl on set was sitting there alone. She was a reserved lady. I better finish work soon. My mother is waiting for me at the hotel.
 Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure on the steep mountain road. "Mum?"
 Her mother had been worried about her daughter, so she had followed the crew.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Huo Congjun walked out of the door of the operating theater and said what the patient's family, who were waiting anxiously, wanted to hear the most. "Mister Tang's surgery was a huge success."
The patient's family immediately became happy as they stood huddled together. A few women even shed tears of joy. Huo Congjun then comforted them for a bit and gave them some medical advice before he left.
Meanwhile, as his family returned to the ward, the patient was also pushed back there on the gurney.
Huo Congjun exhaled softly and nodded at Ling Ran, who was coming out of the operating theater behind him, with a smile. Ling Ran nodded as well before walking towards the opposite direction.
All operating theaters nowadays had multiple purposes, with surgical suites of the same layout. There were also various routes to leave the operating theaters, the patient's family usually waited at the ones nearest to the wards. The doctors tried to avoid taking those routes whenever possible.
Lu Wenbin walked gladly and diligently behind Ling Ran. He felt like he was following someone to an internet cafe for the first time.
He felt rather joyous, torn, regretful, and hopeful—like a toy poodle. He really wished that there was something he could simply fiddle with right now to release all his pent up energy.
"Doctor Ling, what are we doing next?" Lu Wenbin could hardly suppress the itch in his heart. He could not wait to perform three hundred more surgeries using the M-Tang technique and become renowned in the country overnight.
"You can teach me how to write medical records." Ling Ran's reply made Lu Wenbin fall from Kepler-76b—Albert Einstein's planet—and back to earth in an instant.
"Teach you how to write medical records?" Lu Wenbin repeated what Ling Ran said before suddenly coming to his senses. "You just started your internship and haven't even started writing medical records?"
"Yeah, I haven't really written any," Ling Ran said.
"What have you done then?"
"Debriding, suturing, barehanded bleeding control, and the M-Tang technique." Ling Ran listed out what he had done one by one and said, "The Emergency Department is the first department of my clinical rotation.
Lu Wenbin gazed at Ling Ran with extremely complicated emotions. It sounded like Ling Ran had done all that a surgeon should do from his first sentence.
However, after he heard the second sentence, Lu Wenbin was certain that Ling Ran had done nothing.
"You have to write medical records even after debriding and suturing, right? The simplified type. Have you written any?" Lu Wenbin was slightly curious.
"A few," Ling Ran said.
"Only a few? How about the remaining medical records? Could it be that Doctor Zhou wrote them?" Lu Wenbin felt that with Doctor Zhou's laziness-No, with Doctor Zhou's personality, it was impossible that he would do something like this.
Ling Ran glanced at Lu Wenbin in puzzlement and said, "There were other medical interns who helped me with writing the medical records."
There happened to be a factory explosion during one of the few days Ling Ran was at the treatment room, and everyone could hardly catch their breaths. Ling Ran was naturally put to good use since he knew how to suture, and the other medical interns who were of no help were tasked to do menial things such as play second fiddle and write medical records.
Lu Wenbin felt that the world had become rather strange.
What sort of life did he lead as a medical intern? For the entire year, even the opportunity to suture a patient's skin was as rare as the times New Year's celebration happened in a year.
Of course, the supposedly talented medical interns in his batch did get more opportunities. The medical interns who quickly learned how to debride and suture wounds, did not commit errors in the operating theater, did not get scolded when retracting the skin, cooperated well with other doctors when aspirating fluid, and did not cause blood to seep out when performing abdominal closures more or less got the chance to perform procedures such as appendectomies, popping hemorrhoids, and circumcisions.
But Lu Wenbin really did not expect talent to make such a big difference.
Lu Wenbin chuckled and said, "I had no idea that medical interns can have other medical interns play second fiddle to them, too."
Beside them, Nurse Wang, who was reluctant to part immediately with Doctor Ling, looked in astonishment at Resident Doctor Lu Wenbin as he said these words.
Lu Wenbin suddenly came to his senses. 'True. Ling Ran, a medical intern, already has a resident doctor play second fiddle to him. What's so surprising about him having other medical interns play second fiddle? It's even more pathetic that I'm the resident doctor playing second fiddle to Ling Ran.'
Lu Wenbin quietly led Ling Ran to the office, switched on his computer, and logged into his electronic workstation. He pointed at the long row of words and said, "Now, we need to fill up the preoperative summary, admission record, records of preoperative discussions, operative report, and then things such as long-term medical advice and short-term medical advice.
"We can fill up the operative report section with what we did today. Click on this." Lu Wenbin made room for Ling Ran.
The top of the operative report section was made up of details such as the patient's name, gender, department, bed number and date of surgery. Next, details such as the preoperative diagnosis, intraoperative diagnosis, content of surgery, personnel involved during the surgery, anesthetics used, and the personnel involved during the anesthetizing process, were summarized in a few short sentences.
Even though the reports were digital, all their content could be printed out directly into hard copy medical reports. The content was also as cumbersome as the ones in hard copy medical reports of the past.
"This is the template. It's actually quite simple..." Lu Wenbin introduced the sections one by one to Ling Ran.
To let medical interns or housemen write their medical records was actually the resident doctors' most common way of slacking.
The resident doctors had to teach other people how to write medical records a few times a year, as there would be quite a few batches of medical interns and housemen on rotation in their departments every year.
Lu Wenbin was already quite adept in doing so. Moreover, the medical record system was not complicated to begin with, just purely cumbersome.
Ling Ran listened earnestly. He then started tapping the keyboard according to what was explained.
"The first preoperative diagnosis was the rupture of the tendon of the thumb, and the second one was the contusion of the tendon…" Ling Ran's knowledge about the diagnoses and courses of disease related to the M-Tang technique was also at Master Level. The only thing he needed to do was to familiarize himself with the documentation style of medical reports.
Lu Wenbin chuckled internally when he looked at Ling Ran and said, "You can actually copy and paste…"
Ling Ran listened to what Lu Wenbin said and copied and pasted two paragraphs. However, his whole body felt uncomfortable when he started filling up the medical record again. He only felt relieved after he deleted the two paragraphs that he copied and pasted.
*Tap, tap.*
*Tap, tap, tap.*
*Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.*
The melodic sound of the keyboard echoed joyously again. Lu Wenbin felt uncomfortable from head to toe.
Was the copy and paste method good? Of course it was. You could say that it was quick and good because you only needed to edit the content once after pasting it. Therefore, even though there were stubborn old doctors who emphasized on typing medical records word by word, young doctors never listened to them.
Lu Wenbin had always believed that the 'copy, paste and edit' method was the most normal way to write medical records, that it was a new method that resulted from new technology, and that no one would actively go making their lives hard.
But he never thought that Ling Ran would, without hesitation, choose to type the medical record word by word.
...And that he would do so at lightning speed, as though he did not really need to think.
However, it would be very tiring to type a medical record which was a few thousand to ten thousand words or so in length word by word. Lu Wenbin kind of wanted to laugh at how naive Ling Ran was, but he was unable to do so.
'Ling Ran is still typing his medical record word by word even though he is talented, possesses good skills, and valued by the leader. What right do I have to laugh at him?'
Lu Wenbin watched in admiration and a tinge of emotion as Ling Ran's hands flew across the keyboard. He suddenly had a new understanding when it came to his medical journey.
At the same time, in his heart, Ling Ran was also overcome with emotions. 'Essays that are copied, pasted, then edited are totally blasphemous, just like dumplings with meatballs inside. Fortunately, it is not a must.'
Ling Ran wrote paragraph after paragraph at quite a rapid speed. Writing style was not important when it came to medical records, the medical records must just be written in a clear manner. As long as the medical records could be understood, it was alright if they were all spread out or incohesive. In fact, if the senior doctors were not strict, the medical records would pass even if they were just written simply.
Since the Single Skill Book Ling Ran obtained gave him all the skills related to the M-Tang technique, his ability in writing medical records related to the M-Tang technique was also Master Level. Together with the fact that he was the chief surgeon of the operation, he only needed to research some test data for the preface. It was very easy for him.
After completing the operative report section, Ling Ran checked it, and proceeded to the next section.
After an indefinite amount of time, Nurse Wang Jia walked over in quick steps. After admiring Prince Charming from behind for two seconds, she said, "Doctor Ling, the previous patient can already clench his fist a little."


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

"You probably don't play games…"
"Not really."
"Do you know 'Struggle Against the Landlord'?"
"What is that?"
"It's nothing too big; it's just a card game. Oh well, I don't think we can play anything at all. What interests do you normally have?" Lin Che thought that Gu Jingze seemed to be a person with no interests.
Gu Jingze said, "Drink tea, work out, listen to music… Writing."
"Writing? What kind of interest is that?"
"Calligraphy," Gu Jingze replied.
Lin Che said in surprise, "You know calligraphy?"
"Of course. My grandfather personally taught me. He wrote a small regular script that was very famous during that period."
Lin Che asked, "Can you write it and show me?"
"You don't have any interest in it. Why do you want to see it?"
"I've never seen anyone practice calligraphy in person. It's such an ancient thing to me and I actually have someone beside me who can do it…"
"…" Gu Jingze looked speechlessly at her.
Who was she calling 'ancient'…
Gu Jingze looked at her, "That's because nobody around you is literate and would try such cultured activities!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm not calling you ancient. I'm saying that this is really rare…"
"You've been surrounded with people like Qin Qing. What kind of rubbish things can they present to you?"
"…" Lin Che knew that he was angry because she said that he was ancient.
He could be angry for all she cared, but he didn't have to drag in innocent people.
"Yes, yes, yes. Nobody is as capable as my Hubby. He knows everything and even such high-caliber things. Please quickly demonstrate it for me."
Gu Jingze grunted. Seeing that she was so obedient, he then looked up and asked for his people to bring in the calligraphy paper, ink, and pen.
A while later, the tools were brought into the room.
When everything was arranged on the table, Gu Jingze picked up the brush and said to Lin Che, "I haven't practiced in a long time."
"Nevermind, just write something. I won't laugh at you."
Gu Jingze already began to write.
He did not use a lot of strength and very quickly, beautiful and black handwriting was on the white paper. Lin Che instantly felt as if this was magic. It looked so beautiful. This handwriting was amazing.
His handwriting was just like him; it was beautiful on the surface. Each stroke was clean and neat. It didn't seem to leave excess ink and it was extremely tidy.
Lin Che looked at Gu Jingze in awe, "It's beautiful. You're great! Oh my, I want to learn too."
Gu Jingze handed the brush to her, "Okay, come try it. It's actually very easy. Once you hold the brush properly, don't hesitate to write."
It was easy - for him.
But to Lin Che…
She mimicked Gu Jingze's actions and very soon, a black blob appeared on the paper.
Gu Jingze asked speechlessly, "Can you write properly?"
"Be more serious, Lin Che. Why is your hand shaking when you write?"
"Look at you, you're so dumb."
"Hey hey hey, Gu Jingze, I'm not like you. I can't learn these techniques in an instant. I just need practice, but you're so fierce that you're scaring me. How can I write properly?"
"…"
Gu Jingze looked speechlessly at Lin Che.
Lin Che added, "And… you wrote a regular script. Can't I write an irregular one?"
"…" Gu Jingze tapped her head, "You're full of excuses."
"Seriously, why do I have no talent in this?"
"Yes, yes. I've never seen your talents in any other aspect either."
"I'm talented in finding a husband," she chuckled and looked at him. "It's my first time finding a husband and I found myself such a great, great husband."
Gu Jingze was instantly bribed.
Looking at Lin Che, he moved slightly and laughed as he walked behind her. He then grabbed her hand, "Fine. It's all my fault for being such a great husband. Don't move and let me teach you."
Gu Jingze held Lin Che's arm from behind. Lin Che smiled subtly, feeling Gu Jingze hold onto her hand. They started writing stroke by stroke again on the paper.
His breath beside her ear made it burn up slightly. Her hand was also held tightly by him. Her entire body was almost wrapped in his embrace.
Those handsome cheeks were almost pressed against her face. It felt so intimate.
Lin Che's heart was already racing. She relied on his strength and wrote a poem.
'To win my beloved's heart, until death doth gray-haired part.'
Lin Che's heart moved.
Even though she knew that it was just a poem, it made her heart look forward uncontrollably.
'Until death doth gray-haired part'… That was such a beautiful story.
Lin Che said, "Wow! Do you see it? I'm too good at this. Can I frame this up and hang it in my room?"
"That room has a modern design. If you hang this… it won't match well."
"But I want to hang it," Lin Che said.
Gu Jingze looked at Lin Che and nodded, "Very well. You may hang it."
"Hehe, that's great!"
Seeing Lin Che so happy, Gu Jingze caressed her hair and breathed in her scent.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment to control himself.
But closing his eyes made him think about it more.
She wanted to walk away, but she felt him grab her waist forcefully.
She let out a sound and felt Gu Jingze's warmth closing in on her. He brushed against her back, "Don't move…"
"What… What are you doing…"
"I said stop moving. Come and let me look at you."
"Y-y-you… No way. This is the study room. Don't you still have a video conference…"
"They can wait," Gu Jingze hugged her and with one lift, she was already on his desk.
Lin Che instantly thought that he was really going to do something, "Y-y-you… Don't do this. I can't…" 
"Don't move. I want to look at you," he said and lifted up her skirt.
At home, she wore a simple skirt and there was just a panty underneath it.
Gu Jingze held her ankles and lifted her legs up.
Lin Che exclaimed speechlessly, "What… What are you doing? We can't do this…" Her face was red as she helplessly grabbed his arms. She was extremely nervous.
Gu Jingze looked at her, "Don't move. I'm just looking. Really, I'm not going to do anything to you."
"But…"
He pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her panic into his mouth.
After that, he then slowly moved his kisses down her body.
Lin Che lifted her head and breathed heavily.
When she felt his kiss already reach her darkest spot, she then quickly said, "Don't do this, I…"
"Be good… Your wound is not healed yet, so I can't touch you. Just treat this as an alternative solution."
"But…" 
"But what? If we can't have an alternative solution, are you going to let me suffocate?"
Lin Che immediately blushed. What kind of alternative solution was this?
But Gu Jingze continued downwards, taking away all of Lin Che's ability to think.
However, just then…
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Lin Che panicked and quickly grabbed his arms, "No, no. Someone is here, Gu Jingze."
Gu Jingze put Lin Che down. He looked speechlessly at the door and felt gloomy.
Lin Che said, "Quick, wash up… Idiot, I told you that we can't."
She hurriedly ran to the connected bathroom and simply washed her face.
Gu Jingze also followed after her. He looked at his own body and took a deep breath. He felt pure annoyance at whoever was outside.
At this moment, the door opened and a maid said, "Madam, the security said that someone is here for you."
Someone was looking for her?
Lin Che was puzzled. When she walked out, she saw that the person standing outside was Yang Lingxin.


Wealthy, powerful and handsome; Gu Jingze is the cream of the crop in the entire country. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect... except that he has one tiny secret that keeps him from getting close to any woman—apparent impotency.

That is, until he wakes up in bed with a total stranger one day. The next thing he knows, he is forced to marry this stranger; a feisty and boisterous woman by the name of Lin Che. 

Lin Che is an average girl whose only aim is to become a successful actress. Ostracized by her family and forced to become independent, she cooks up a scheme to attain her goal. But her plan fails and she ends up marrying this cold and seemingly heartless Gu Jingze. Not only that, she must now find her place in high society, where jealous women and devious plots lay abound - all while juggling her new career.  

Two strangers under one roof: From the outset, they agree to stay out of each other’s lives, but he somehow always manages to appear during her moments of crisis. Slowly and unwittingly, Lin Che begins to find it difficult to imagine a future without him. Will their relationship grow, or is their marriage destined to remain just a contract?

Lately, Jie Jie has been coming and going out of YNG's headquarters more frequently. After getting her pass, she could enter and leave without being held back at the gate by the guards. Some of them have even started to remember her and greeted whenever they met. 

"Auditions will start by the beginning of next week. That day you will also meet director Ye Hao and the producers." Min Lee said while they were taking a break at the coffee machine. 

Working on the script has been going smoothly. Min Lee found that collaborating with Jie Jie was an easy task. Unlike many other authors, Jie Jie was considerate and didn't have many unreasonable demands. She was also improving the script with unique ideas and gave reasonable assistance where it was necessary. He was pleasantly surprised at her working attitude as well. Although the person is quite strange sometimes, she never gave him a headache if it was work-related. 

"Do I have to be there for the auditions?" Jie Jie asked. 

Well, sometimes, though, he couldn't tell if she just doesn't care...

In moments like this, a typical author should be much more interested in the casting of the actors for their characters. But Jie Jie had no desire to attend. 

"Yes, of course! Even though you won't officially attend as the author, your opinion remains valuable. As the author, you must have an impression of your characters. It is best if we could find people who will fit the role." 

"Eh..." Jie Jie doesn't sound like she was convinced just yet. "You have all the descriptions of the characters already."

"It's not like we chose based on looks only!" Min Lee defended. This was actually the first time in his life he felt like begging an author to go to auditions. Why can't she care a little bit more? Didn't she call the book her baby or something like that? 

"You don't?" Jie Jie was not convinced. Her belief was that everything screen related was based on looks, and looks only. 

"Looks are important, but we need to find people who look natural in their roles. What's more important is the vibe they give off. That's why not necessarily all actors resemble their role descriptions. And more important is to find actors who have chemistry next to each other. Especially if it comes to notable pairings. Naturally, there will be angered fans when their favourite character looks nothing like the description, but sometimes that can't be helped."

"So, I have to come?" 

"Yes! It's not like you have something else to do, right?" If any other author had said that they couldn't make it or would leave anything to them, Min Lee would probably rejoice. But somehow he felt challenged when Jie Jie doesn't show any interest in the production. The human brain was indeed a strange pit of contradictions and inconsistencies. 

"Ugh..." Jie Jie couldn't admit that she had a side job, could she? 
"I will be there..."

People thought that writing a few lines couldn't take much time, but it does take a lot of time to write if you want to write decently. And Jie Jie would rather die than deliver crap unless she doesn't want to be an author anymore. The more the story progressed, the more she had to consider. 

Writing an online novel was different than writing a book. Since the chapters are released one after another, there's seldom a chance to go back in time. She had to connect all loose ends before publishing. 

Lately, she understood why so many other web novelists used fillers. And why their stories lose focus the more time goes by. 

Jie Jie also stumped on those matters. Regarding essential events, she lacked time to do research or made it foolproof. There were specific time frames and storylines, but during writing, some authors tend to change their mind in the face of development and fan reactions. The pressure was enormous. 

It's not like everything was always in her grip. She was powerless, even as an author. Whatever she imagined in her head, once it's written down, it doesn't make sense or was too far fetched. Sometimes she lacked the strength to improve the situation or the imagination to bend the story to her will. 

Her favourite characters were those that wrote their own stories. As an author, there is no greater joy than to have a character come to life on their own. Writing those characters were the easiest. Sometimes there are even personas that made such a strong impact that they change the whole storyline. When a figure like that came to life, the author becomes the assistant—one who just have to narrate the story. 

Work doesn't become easier, though. Sadly, it was hard to include such an overbearing character into a static story. Losing the reign over your own story, everything would become chaotic. Once an author forgets who the main character is, the whole story would be lost.

That's why some stories never come to an end. That's the worst nightmarish ending for a novel. Not only for the author, who got lost on the way but also for the readers who will never know the end of the tale. Having a bad end was still better than having no end at all. Still, Jie Jie had to discipline herself whenever she tends to stray from the main plot. And she found out that she did it so many times unknowingly, making her deleting stuff and going in circles day after day. 

To tell the truth, she underestimated web novels. As someone who wrote a bestseller, she expected that writing an online novel would be child's play. But she was wrong. 

There were not many thoughts she wasted on it when she was writing for fun. What happens happens. But now that she was commissioned, she found out that apart from a beginning and an end, she had not planned out that much beforehand. There was just a rough outline, but the details were jumbling in her head. Because she had to do daily updates, the mess in her head became bigger and bigger. It was hard not to throw the towel. Until now, she was able to fool her readers because things were still fun and giggles. But it's going nowhere. She felt the pressure accumulating. 

People thought that she only has to write a chapter a day, but the truth was, in her head, half of the book has to be written in advance. If she didn't do so, the story would become incomprehensible and would never connect well the more it advances. 

And if she didn't prepare, it would be even harder to write, because she had no lifeline to hold on. That's like swimming in the ocean and holding on to driftwood. 

"You are so strange." Min Lee said, "Normally authors died to have the right add their opinion on the matter of casting." 

"I have a say in those matters?" This was the first time she had heard of this. She had heard from so many that the author has not much say in those matters. That's why she didn't feel like her physical appearance was of any concern. 

"I thought those castings are just a matter of appearance..." Jie Jie told Min Lee her honest thoughts. 

"What? No! Why would we spend time and money on castings if we have a cast already? Does that make sense?" Min Lee was shocked to hear that Jie Jie had such a bad opinion of their circle. Where did she get those ideas? 

"I think you watch too many dramas?" Min Lee laughed. Where else could she have gotten those prejudices from? 

"We do have our eyes on some actors and actresses, of course. Having someone who is highly in demand helps with sales. But it's not like we always get the ones we want. Sometimes some new actors excel at a certain role, so we don't mind changing perception. That's what casting is for."

"So it's like that." Maybe she was biased thanks to Bai Jingyi and Luo Min Kai, two extremes who changed her outlook on the life of show biz and entertainment. 

"What are you thinking about?" Min Lee saw that Jie Jie suddenly fell into deep thoughts. 

"Min Lee, say, is the audition open to anyone?"

"Not 'anyone', of course. Our time is limited. But we like to keep our options open. Why are you asking?" Min Lee had a bad premonition. 

"Then, could I recommend someone to the audition?" 

Min Lee eyed Jie Jie for sometime before answering vaguely: "Since you're the author, we appreciate your opinion. But there is no guarantee that that person will get a role or have an advantage during the audition. On the contrary, YNG does not approve of using the back door. The person coming in through relations would go through harsher screening than all the others to make it fair. I hope you will not be disappointed if it doesn't work out." 

Usually, Min Lee would never approve of such things. 

There were a lot of authors who thought they could pick whomever they fancied. Or stockholders and investors who thought they could choose any role for their lovers to play out. YNG has never approved of such measures, even at the loss of profit. 

Of course, YNG Entertainment was biased towards their own actors, so if they do production, other actors and actresses will find it hard to set foot into the casting list. But if an individual tried to pick roles, that's a breach of the companies values. Yang Yun hated such things. Not one of his previous lovers had ever gotten a role through his connections. They did get some exposure, though, gaining some fame by standing next to him. That was the only favour he did them. But for most, it was more than enough to step onto the ladder. 

"It doesn't matter. It's a chance. And I think this person will fit the role very well..." 

Of course, Jie Jie had high expectations. She had nothing to lose, but for Jingyi, this could be a chance that won't come twice. If she could abuse her rank as the author to open a door for him, she would not hesitate. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Should she start to be more aware of opportunities from now on? Maybe there was more she could do for Jingyi, now that she was involved in the production. She doesn't approve of the abuse of power, but where there's a will, there's a way. Be willful once! 

She wasn't sure how good Jingyi's acting was, but she knew that he did take acting lessons along with singing and dancing. And if it's him, he had an advantage the others couldn't possibly have. 

Since he didn't even have the permission to do it, he shouldn't agree that easily, but he couldn't deny his personal interest in the person who changed Jie Jie's mind. It was apparent that she became much more engaged once it was fot the benefit of someone else. Who was it? A friend? A lover perhaps? Well, it doesn't matter. A bunch of people still owe Min Lee a favour. It wasn't that hard to add a name on a list. Whether or not they get the role was up to the individuals own vices. 

"What role do you have in mind for that person? I will put them on the list." 

"The role of 'Bai Ling'." Jie Jie said with determination. 

It wouldn't matter much whether or not Jingyi could act when the person he had to portray was himself, wasn't it?

The young and just approved bestseller author and journalist Shin Jie Jie is writing Boys Love stories for fun in her free time and puts them online to share with likeminded fangirls. Because it's not her bread and butter, she takes her sweet and leisure time to upload — much to the despair of her fans. 

Since the propaganda of same-sex relationships is still frowned upon and even prohibited in some areas of life in this country, few authors would dare pursue this genre if they wanted to gain fame or make money. So even if she uses an alias and thus was unknown, her superior style soon stood out and pulled over a steady stream of fans. 

One of those fans is the much-spoiled young miss of YNG Entertainment, Catherine Yang. 
As a vivid fan of Shin Jie Jie's online novel, she is waiting night and day for an update - fruitlessly. 

Flowing into a fit of rage, she attracted the attention of her brother, Michael Yang, who then proceeded to take matters into his own hands. 

If his sister wants to read, of course, the author has to write! How dare you slack off, rotten author! 

When Shin Jie Jie logged in the next day, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her novel was on the front page, number one hit! It's glory putting all the other stories miles behind. 

'Highest Supported Online Novel of all Time'!!!??? 

'Number One Sponsorship'!!!??? 

'The Emperor of Heaven has Blessed You'!!!??? 

WTH??? Who is this Emperor of Heaven? She has never heard of him before?

Shin Jie Jie was slapped left and right by all the zeroes behind that unholy sum of 'Blessing'. This so-called Emperor was just a scoundrel! 

Fans: Mighty author, we await mass releases! A rain of paid chapters! We want the whole book! A spin-off! And a sequel! +1 +1 +1 +1 +1 +1.....



Author Jie Jie: "Which rotten child stole their rich parent's credit card! Come out! I swear not to spank you! Come here, let me teach you the value of money!" 

Big Brother Yang: "Slaves to money should better shut up and work!" 

Little Sister Yang: "Mighty author, I am your biggest fan! Please marry my brother!" 

Little does our Main Couple know that enemies will always meet on a narrow path. 

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A funny read, a slow romance, a power couple, lot's of sweet moments, pretty much a happy ending. Sprinkled with gayness on top. I wish you a happy time reading! 

For every Spirit Stone, the author will send you a silent blessing ✨

Chapters are unedited until the end of WPC. After WPC I will edit them, at least for grammatical errors and typos. Any constructive advice is welcome!

Cover: The girl is drawn by Dadachyo, an amazing artist! Do check out their work and give them lots of love! As to the guy, I have no idea, do enlighten me, so I can give credit!

Many can understand how to ruin a Xianxia just by reading a bad review on Novelupdates about them.

They have repetitive arcs, repetitive 'young masters' who are looking for a beating, bland main characters, and so on... Though most of it is because Webnovel Authors in the east sometimes don't care about quality and add more quantity.

Their audience are a bunch of slobs who want a good underdog story that has a daily release schedule. They want template main characters they can project themselves onto without any consideration for character growth and so on.

When looking for Webnovels, you may see a lot of stories that have titles that is just 'Cultivation' but with a gimmick added on in the end. Maybe it's a Xianxia in an Apocalypse or maybe the main character is a spaceship. Anyway, what most people do when they tune in to read a Xianxia is see the face-slapping unfolding every five to ten chapters. They haven't come for a 'Great Tale'.

Now you may be confused by what I mean by saying this, so let me explain: Just like in my Underdog Trope Analysis, there are a lot of characters in Xianxia who fit the model of an underdog since this is a breeding factory for them.

The setting is just perfect for such a story. There is a divide between the talentless and the talented, it always features a corrupt government that favours the strong, there's petty injustices everywhere, and some virtuous people wanting to put a stop to it.

The magic aspects of a Xianxia work extremely similar to a LitRPG, but they use different ways of explaining level ups eastern culture. Since people like martial arts in the east, they bring that to the forefront and make imaginary levels and 'ranks' for those play out in an underdog story. This is a particular flavour of 'Underdog' you all know well.

They are not thoughtless, but they are also short-tempered. These Underdogs know the injustice of the world but can't do anything about it since common sense in a Xianxia promotes violence.

It is hard for organisations to stay strong when you are also having to consistently spend money on levelling up your members everyday... The 'Heavens' in these stories is basically like a Game Master who gives everyone a hard time in life.

There is a common misconception people of the west have when writing Xianxia, and that is that the cultural stuff added in a 'Immortal Hero (Xianxia) Genre Webnovel' are necessary for it to be good.

But I will come back to that explanation later as right now it is best to explain the common tropes:

Just like how you see in the common Hero's Journey format, the protagonist of these stories always has something he want to achieve, and most of the time in Xianxia's, that is enlightenment to become a Celestial entity above other people.

They start off from a low point and fight evil people, but fighting injustice is never their main goal. They seek understanding of culture and life through their battles, which can be considered more 'graceful' than fighting for fighting's sake.

The reason 'Immortals' (Eastern version of this word meaning more of a godly entity) mostly look like scholars in Xianxia is because their aesthetic is being able to fight but not seeking battle themselves. They only do and learn what they want to learn, unlike warriors who seek battle and generals who seek political and tactical might.

You will hear the 'Dao' mentioned a lot in these stories as they seek basically what Sun Wukong sought in Journey to the West: Enlightenment that can solve the initial problems they have at their core. Until they've found their answer or have done what they have had the ambition to do since the beginning, they won't stop their journey whatsoever. The ending of every good Xianxia is normally spiritual enlightenment that lets them live with their family peacefully or attaining their goal.

To reach that goal, they will overcome and survive any trials in their way. They will meet new people and go on their epic journey. You can consider Xianxia part Epic Fantasy like The Lord of the Rings in the regard. Though their personalities vary.

Some love the wonders of the world despite the cruelty that comes along with it, some are indignant and are unable to stop themselves from treating everyone as a potential enemy. This is why there are those that give off a slightly juvenile feel.

To go back to an earlier point, there is no need to worry about certain tropes people see all over this genre as long as you remember the core points of a Xianxia, and that is the 'Medicine Journey' structure before Mark Campbell transformed this ancient story template into a familiar collection of tropes we call the Hero's Journey in the present.

The Medicine Journey has 3 stages like this:
1. A problem exists which our ordinary understanding of the world cannot solve.
2. The protagonist must travel elsewhere to find the solution and search for the answers himself.
3. He returns back with the solution in hand. (The reason this is called the 'Medicine' Journey.)

Most Xianxia have added a bunch of eastern tropes to this to see the common format you see today.

Although deific figures, ancient heroes with big egos, martial arts, and mysterious forces of unknown or demonic origins have been in this genre since the beginning, power levels are different. Even how you conceptualise these tropes I've just listed out can be altered to fit a more western look if you feel like it as it's THAT EASY.

People read Xianxia for the action, but there are some experienced readers who have read all the tropes a million times before who just want something fresh every time they read it.

Story's like My Disciple Died Yet Again are parodies of Xianxia but it isn't like it's hard parodying a genre that constantly makes us in the west frustrated by certain tropes. My point is know whether your story is for new readers or more experienced readers before you write as there is always a chance you'll have to repeat arcs.

Just remember that in the end of the day, rather than copying jokes from a culture you are not familiar with, try turning the things you see into stuff that would give both you and the audience a look of intrigue. Like add 'Holy Swords' instead of Flying Swords and try using other kind of magic currency that is the standard Spirit Stones.

Techniques can also be westernised to a certain extent as long as the core of the story's journey doesn't change. The magic system in Xianxia's are known to be so soft that literally anything will work as long as you explain it with a glib tongue.

You only gotta be great at being persuasive when speaking of magibabble and literally most people will ignore inconsistencies. After keeping all this in mind, you will be ready to write your story.

Thank you for reading and request more Analysis blogs like this in future! See you guys later~

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

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