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August 16 - August 17, 2024
“Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!” With his dying breath, Shen Yuan spat this final curse.
Having read many of Zhongdian’s transmigration novels, Shen Yuan had long ago resolved that, if he one day woke up to find himself lying in a strange place, the first words out of his mouth before he understood what was happening definitely wouldn’t be a carefree giggle and, “Are you filming a movie? The props look so real—your crew’s really giving it their all!” I.e., the words of a person slow-wittedly trying to find their footing. Rather, Shen Yuan concentrated on acting like he’d just woken up, expression absentminded. “I… Where is this?”
The more Shen Yuan listened, the more something felt off. Why did these lines sound so familiar? No, why did this setup seem so familiar? The man’s next sentence, single and earnest, confirmed all his suspicions. “Qingqiu-shidi, are you listening to Shixiong?”
But of all people, the shell he was borrowing just happened to belong to the male lead’s scum villain master, Shen Qingqiu. This…uh, made the situation rather complicated.
Shen Yuan—ah, no, Shen Qingqiu—rested his forehead on his hand. He was in no position to lament the horrors of other people’s deaths—the most horrific death was his own, okay?! Henceforth, he had to avoid any critical errors! First: eliminate any mistake at the root. Second: from now on, cling madly to the male lead’s thighs. Third: be a good mentor and helpful friend who is earnest and gentle in his teachings; meticulously show the male lead every kind of concern.
and I oop-
What could you do, though? The ultimate boss in this book was the protagonist himself. How could a firefly outshine the sun and moon?
Shen Qingqiu’s mouth twitched as he watched Luo Binghe limp through the door, then struggle to kneel. I can’t afford your submission—if you pay respects to me today, you are definitely going to kneecap me in the future. “No need.” Shen Qingqiu stopped Luo Binghe, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed over a small bottle. “This is medicine.” He paused before adding in a mocking tone, “Don’t let anyone see; they might think my Qing Jing Peak abuses its disciples.”
Though it was said that the person picked the sword, in truth, the sword also picked the person. If a person with subpar talent insisted on taking a top-class sword capable of condensing spiritual energy collected from the heavens and earth, it would be the equivalent of a beautiful woman marrying an ugly man or arranging fresh flowers in cow dung. As you can imagine, the sword would be entirely unwilling.
😂
Thus did Student Luo Binghe’s colorful imagination successfully activate the Massive Fog of Misunderstandings System.
Damn - currently reading book two, and ooooh boy
In that instant, Shen Qingqiu completely forgot about Luo Binghe’s plot armor. At the moment of truth, subconsciously, he once again moved to protect his student.
🤩
What was happening now? How had the hat of “closest, most trusted confidant” nonsensically landed on Shen Qingqiu’s head?
This was miserable. Not only had Shen Qingqiu been thrust into a dangerous situation, on top of that, he had to assume the task of playing out the maiden’s role.
Shen Qingqiu was panicking a little from terror, but he still took on the duty of being an expository encyclopedia.
This was a world of immortals and monsters, where the strong ate the weak. Becoming stronger was the only way to guarantee that you wouldn’t become cannon fodder to be pushed around by the world.
Shen Qingqiu let out an “oh.” What’s going on…? He suddenly had this “the protagonist is protecting me; I feel so safe” kind of feeling. What exactly was going on?! “Safe” your ass—this person will carve you into a human stick in the future! Wake up! Shen Qingqiu was filled with a plethora of complex emotions.
Was the System…laying all the emotional labor associated with the female lead’s role…on Shen Qingqiu? To hand out the wrong script at this point! Also, if you’re giving me extra parts, could you at least offer me complimentary meals?!
At this time, though Luo Binghe’s heart leaned toward the righteous path, he wasn’t a pedant. In any case, since whatever was within him couldn’t be removed, why not put it to good use?
The gears of fate (a.k.a., the plot) had already started to turn…
In the last couple of years, that brat Luo Binghe had become Shizun’s absolute favorite.
damn, tiden går fort
A seventeen-year-old youth, slim and tall and graceful, dressed in white robes, lips turned upward in the hint of a smile, gazed at him with a pair of shining eyes.
så det har gått två år? noted
“Binghe.” “Yes?” Luo Binghe’s expression instantly turned serious. He had realized that Shen Qingqiu had something important to say. Shen Qingqiu stared into his eyes. “Do you want to become stronger? Stronger until you are without rival, until no one beneath the heavens would dare challenge you?” Luo Binghe had possessed an answer to this question for a long time now. Sitting squarely, without the slightest hesitation, he looked straight back. “Yes!”
“Even if in order to achieve that, you had to suffer through pain, torment, and countless tribulations, to the point that your body and heart were about to collapse—you would still want to become the strongest?” “Binghe does not fear suffering and tribulations,” Luo Binghe said slowly. “I only wish to be strong enough to protect the people and things important to me!” This answer finally settled Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts a little.
A cultivation novel where they sat in carriages and rode horses all day! Shen Qingqiu still couldn’t understand why Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky had stuck to this setup, but no matter how much it merited roasting, after three years, one simply ran out of words. At this point, he was numb to it.
As Luo Binghe saw his master staring fixedly at Liu Mingyan, the hand with which he held his reins couldn’t help but tighten, the knuckles turning white. “Beautiful beyond comprehension?” he muttered. She wasn’t even showing her entire face. No matter how beautiful she was, could she be better-looking than him?
girl-
“No first place among scholars, no second place among martial artists.”8
Amidst the sudden silence and everyone’s dazed stares, Shen Qingqiu rubbed his sore ears, slowly shook out his sleeves, and with a snap of his fan, murmured, “Shut up.”
slay
Luo Binghe sprang to action. While the ghost-head spiders were dazed and reeling, the entire group broke out into a run. Master and disciple, one in the lead carving a path, the other bringing up the rear, together sandwiched the bloated procession.
Luo Binghe very considerately remembered for him, speaking the name right away. “Thousand-Leaves Fresh-Snow Lotus!” Shen Qingqiu finally realized why he had been unable to remember the name. The number of mystical flowers named “Something Snow Whatever” or “This and That Lotus” was such that they were more numerous than old memes. Like hell anyone could remember!
This really isn’t the time! Why must you be so filial at this critical juncture?! I can’t tell you that the only way to completely cure the poison is to take a trip to pound town with you, okay?!
giiirl-
Shen Qingqiu’s pupils contracted. There was no mistaking the sensation of a magnitude 7.5 earthquake. The Endless Abyss had finally been opened.
But to be clear, according to the original timeline, there are still five hundred chapters before it’s your turn to debut, Great Master! “Who is this distinguished one?” Shang Qinghua yelled as he rushed forward. “Why have you come to this place?” Isn’t that your real boss? Wasn’t he the one who ordered you to release those dangerous creatures into Jue Di Gorge? No, no, please go right ahead and keep pretending.
A white figure flashed past him. Without saying a word, Luo Binghe had moved to stand in front of his teacher. They’d just argued, and they now faced a powerful enemy, yet he still played the role of a human shield without hesitation. It would have been a lie to say Shen Qingqiu was entirely unmoved.
Mobei-Jun sneered. “The immortal acts unlike an immortal, and the demon acts unlike a demon. Interesting.”
If the original Shen Qingqiu had heard this, he would have coughed up three liters of blood and run away crying to make a voodoo doll.
😭
Luo Binghe didn’t care that his sword was broken. When he saw Shen Qingqiu injured by this palm strike, blood dripping from between gritted teeth, Luo Binghe’s gaze frosted over, his aura changing in an instant.
yupp
He unleashed a couple of palm strikes on his back, channeling some of his own remaining spiritual energy into his student’s body.
If Shen Qingqiu had to describe what he was feeling with absolute honesty, it was admiration, with the tiniest bit of envy. But to Luo Binghe’s ears, his meaning was completely different. He instantly fell to his knees before Shen Qingqiu.
They all thought that after a few days, things would eventually take a turn for the better. Then, after half a month had passed and Shen Qingqiu seemed to be gradually returning to normal, one day, right before mealtime, they suddenly heard Shen Qingqiu call Luo Binghe’s name a few times from the Bamboo House.
But, perhaps because Luo Binghe had left, he really was a bit lonely. Especially when he thought about how five years from now, when they reunited, a relationship that had once been that of a compassionate teacher and filial disciple (or something) would become defined by veiled murderous intent and daggers hidden within smiles.
“Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky?” asked Shen Qingqiu. In that instant, it was like a bolt of lightning from the heavens had struck Shang Qinghua in the head, rendering him unable to speak. After a long time, he managed to stammer out, “You… How do you know my ID?”
whaaaaaaaaat
THE MOMENT Shang Qinghua had seen Mobei-Jun suddenly appear, he had accidentally let out a “WTF!” At the time, Shen Qingqiu hadn’t heard him particularly clearly, so he hadn’t paid it any mind. But afterward, the more he’d thought about it, the more suspicious he’d grown.
Luo Binghe was your central power source?! The fuck!
