*A sweet-faced, sharp-minded young Sword Master x a proper, uptight hypocrite who can get drunk on the scent of his wife splashing bathwater on him.
Yin Mingguang wakes up one day to discover he's lost his memory.
The good news: He's the third-generation heir of a cultivation family, with as many heavenly treasures as he wants. It doesn't matter if he can't be cured.
The bad news: He's an ordinary person.
The even worse news: He's the greatest swordsman in the cultivation world.
Who knows how he managed that?
But Yin Mingguang has a carefree disposition. Every day, he eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and goes wandering around town whenever he has time.
The only downside is that everyone in the Sword Sect keeps earnestly urging him to cultivate, reminding him not to disgrace his ancestors or tarnish the Sword Master's reputation.
Yin Mingguang doesn't listen.
Practice the sword?
Why bother?
He's already the third-generation heir, so why should he work hard?
At an old friend's invitation, Nian Wujiu heads to the Qinglan Sword Sect to seize its spiritual leyline.
By chance, he discovers that Yin Mingguang, the greatest swordsman in the cultivation world, is nothing but a mortal made of paper.
His ancestors' protection alone has built him into the "Brightlight Sword Master."
How ridiculous.
But what fun is there in crushing an ant?
It's much more satisfying to watch one struggle desperately to survive.
So, while Yin Mingguang is wandering around, he happens to meet a blindfolded man carrying an umbrella and looking for a teacher.
Taken in by the handsome face barely concealed beneath the gauze, he is won over by the man's looks... no, by his appreciation for talent, and immediately decides to take him as a disciple.
Others always say this is called abducting someone by force.
Come on, when you're a third-generation heir, it's not called stealing.
This disciple of his isn't very obedient.
Being taller than his master is already a serious flaw, and he's also a little too proper.
He often says things like, "Don't bare your chest in front of your disciples."
He won't even sleep in the same bed.
"Sigh!" Yin Mingguang drapes one leg over his disciple's leg and laments, "Teaching disciples is so hard!"
Nian Wujiu: "..."
After a moment's silence, he says, "Master, I have a thing about cleanliness."
"I know," Yin Mingguang says, puzzled. "So hurry up and take my socks off. It's late. Time for bed."
That does make sense.
Nian Wujiu nods and bends slightly to take off his shoes and socks.
[Bonus scene]
There's a teahouse in Guanyue City, and a storyteller there.
Storyteller: As the tale goes, it was right here that the Brightlight Sword Master abducted Nian Wujiu!
Audience: Wow!
The storyteller points his fan around the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, forcibly abducting a male cultivator is a first in all of history!"
Storyteller: "Have you ever seen it? Or you? None of us have! But who is Nian Wujiu? He's the greatest demon lord of our age. And there he was, strolling along as if he owned the place..."
Yin Mingguang looks up. The scholar onstage is speaking with absolute conviction, spittle flying everywhere. Then he looks at the man beside him, who is using a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands.
He hesitates. "...Did I abduct you?"
The man raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you?"
Coming soon: Nine Hours of a Character Breakdown, Queenly Bottom x Mad Dog.
Zhao Weiming has helped several obscure artists become popular.
But just as they start to gain traction, every one of them quickly jumps ship, always giving the same reason: their personalities aren't compatible.
Zhao Weiming thinks he and the entertainment industry are jinxed.
So when he passes Yonghe Temple, he casually makes a wish: "I hope I get an obedient artist who won't run off."
Three months later.
Having completely forgotten about his wish, Zhao Weiming looks the young man standing before him up and down.
He has a sunny smile, boundless energy, and a youthful air.
Zhao Weiming coldly says, "This isn't going to work," and turns to leave.
But Lin Lieyang refuses to give up and insists on knowing why he's been rejected.
"You can't act."
"I can learn. Besides, I don't have to act in dramas..."
Zhao Weiming gives a low laugh and puts out the cigarette in his hand. "Act for the fans. I'm not asking you to act in TV dramas."
Later, Zhao Weiming realizes he was wrong.
Not only can Lin Lieyang act, he's the best actor of all, completely fooling an old guy like him.
Lin Lieyang doesn't run away. Zhao Weiming does. He decides to go home, inherit the twenty properties his father left him, and leave the entertainment industry for good.
Later still, pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhao Weiming realizes what an idiot he's been. With all this money, why did he ever need to work?
Lin Lieyang wraps his arms tightly around him from behind, kissing the back of his neck passionately. His voice is even more aggrieved than Zhao Weiming's. "Gege, didn't you say that love is real if you give your heart to it?"
The first time Lin Lieyang sees Zhao Weiming,
all he can think is how pale the back of his neck is.
Perfect for holding in his hand.
Well, but this manager seems pretty wary.
His waist is so slender, too.
Perfect for holding in his hand.
No matter. He can trick him.
Once he's got him in his arms, he can hold him all he wants.
[Bonus scene]
Zhao Weiming often posts updates about raising a dog on his social media.
So when a friend looks at the husky he just rescued, Zhao Weiming is the first person he thinks of.
Friend: How do you raise your dog? Mine is always wrecking the house. He's such a handful.
Zhao Weiming: Keep him fed, and he'll behave.
Friend: But he never seems full. He eats as much as I give him.
Zhao Weiming: ...An actual dog?
Friend: Yeah.
His friend is utterly confused. Are there fake dogs, then?
Theme: Fear no hardship
