TSVSFL 01

Chapter 01

Hello, dear audience!

It’s that painfully dreadful Monday again. NPC Ding Li is here to perform a full day of walking like a zombie, soul drifting away, and mental breakdown!

Today is filled with dark clouds, thunder, lightning, and pouring rain—

Just kidding!

The weather is bright and sunny, another perfect day for bosses to exploit employees while workers suffer miserably!

A lifelong office worker, Ding Li, wakes up at 6 a.m., washes up, does skincare, gets dressed, packs her bag… After all the pre-departure chaos, she leaves at 6:40, squeezes into a bus for half an hour, then a subway for another half hour, and finally runs for 19 minutes—arriving at the office just one minute before the 8:00 check-in.

Beep—

Ding—Li—

Clock-in successful.

She enters the company, slacks off for ten minutes, then begins a whole day of busyness, busyness, and more busyness—so busy she has to wolf down lunch…

Yet during the daily summary, she realizes—

After all that effort, her performance is basically zero. No results, no achievements, no income…

She has no idea when this zombie-like life will end. Retirement is nowhere in sight, money flows out like water, her bank balance is low, resentment piles up daily, and she’s numb to it all…

Dizzy and exhausted, Ding Li returns home, cooks something, washes her hair, takes a shower, fusses around—and before she knows it, it’s already 10 p.m.

She quickly lies on her bed and opens a certain “green app” on her phone.

Thankfully, that stupid author finally updated today.

“Crossing Over the Green Tea to Love You”—a cliché among clichés, melodrama among melodramas. You can guess the ending from the first page.

After being scolded by readers all night, the fragile author declared she would stop writing and told readers to write it themselves.

Then got scolded for another week…

A week later, the war ended with readers surrendering and begging for updates. The author returned triumphantly.

Why “returned again”?

Because this isn’t the first time…

Every battle between the fragile author and rabid readers ends with readers losing. Then a few chapters get updated, and the cycle repeats…

So why do people keep reading even though both the story and the author are ridiculous?

Probably because everyone is curious just how cliché, dramatic, and boring it can get—

The novel’s male lead is Lu Qianchuan, and the female lead is Chu Zilan.

Senior brother and sister of the Cangshan Sect—both powerful, childhood sweethearts, mutually in love, a model couple.

However, when Chu Zilan goes down the mountain to eliminate evil, she kindly takes in someone—

That person is the “green tea” second female lead: Su Xiangqing!

As everyone knows, the second male lead loves the female lead, and the second female lead loves the male lead—an unbreakable rule!

Naturally, Su Xiangqing falls in love at first sight with the handsome and outstanding Lu Qianchuan.

To win him over, she uses every trick—pretending to be weak, acting pitiful, disguising herself as an innocent white flower…

But Lu Qianchuan remains unmoved.

So she shifts her focus to the female lead—framing her, sowing discord, acting one way in public and another in private…

Yet Lu Qianchuan still remains unmoved.

Finally, during a sect crisis, she seizes the opportunity, poisons the sect leader, and successfully frames Chu Zilan…

Reading with great interest, Ding Li scrolls down. The previous chapter ends with Su Xiangqing framing Chu Zilan and summoning Lu Qianchuan to the scene—then it cuts off.

After a week of backlash, the author updates again.

This chapter reveals that Lu Qianchuan is in disbelief. The person he loved was not who he thought. Years of trust—misplaced.

—

“Pfft—!”

In an instant, blood rushes to Ding Li’s head.

A flash of red light passes before her eyes.

Her final thought before collapsing onto the bed—

Stupid author! Ruining society! No wonder you get scolded!

“You’re awake?”

Half-conscious, Ding Li hears a soft, pleasant voice and slowly opens her eyes.

Before her is a breathtakingly beautiful face—eyes like clear autumn water, delicate brows, flawless pale skin.

A beauty rarely seen in the mortal world.

Unconsciously, Ding Li places her hand over the beauty’s hand—

Then suddenly realizes—

Something’s wrong.

Why is this beauty wearing a high bun and white robes?

Cosplay?

The beauty pulls her hand away coldly.

“It’s good that you’re awake.”

“…?”

Can someone tell me what’s going on?

Ding Li feels even dizzier. What kind of hospital has such fashionable doctors?

Looking around at the ancient-style furnishings and thick beams, she’s completely lost.

As the beauty stands to leave, Ding Li quickly grabs her sleeve.

“Hey—wait! You can’t just leave me like this! I’m still dizzy!”

Just as she’s about to ask more—

Another person walks in.

She turns—and freezes.

A handsome man in ancient clothing, holding a sword.

What is this situation?

Not cosplay?

Transmigration???

Ding Li is completely stunned.

What dynasty is this?! She hasn’t even memorized historical timelines!

As a poor student, she cries internally—

If she had to transmigrate, couldn’t she at least get time to review history?!

Even just one song’s worth of time!

Chapter 2: Say That Again—Who Are You?

Ding Li stares intently at the approaching tall figure, as if trying to burn a hole through him.

You’d better give me useful information, or I don’t care how handsome you are—I’m getting mad!

But the man only glances at her, then asks the beauty beside him:

“I heard from Ziyuan that you brought someone up from the mountain. Is this the girl?”

Uncertain of the situation, Ding Li stays silent and listens for useful information.

“Yes,” the beauty replies calmly.

“How are things down the mountain?”

“Not very good.”

The handsome man falls silent.

—

Seriously? Is this appropriate?!

Do you remember why you’re here?!

Fine—Ding Li decides to take action herself.

Rubbing her head, she asks weakly:

“Where… am I?”

The beauty stands up from the bedside. The man answers:

“Don’t be afraid, miss. This is Cangyun Mountain. You are safe now.”

Safe? Come here and let me check if that’s really true.

“…And who are you?”

The beauty sits at the table. The man smiles gently and speaks in a refined manner:

“I am Lu Qianchuan of the Cangshan Sect. May I ask your name, miss?”