Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Power of Clear Logical Thinking

After washing up, Jiang Yun returned to his room.

A chime rang from his phone.

Jiang Yun picked it up. “Hello?”

“Xiwang, this is Zheng He!”

“What is it, Editor Zheng?”

Zheng He’s excited voice burst through the line. “Xiwang, the screen rights to your two novels have been sold, and they want Jiang Yun to play the lead!”

Jiang Yun’s expression turned odd. Me? Play the lead? I wrote the novels myself, and now they want me to act in the adaptation myself? That was truly... beyond words.

“I understand,” Jiang Yun said coolly, because all of this had been within his expectations. It was only a matter of time before those two books were made into television dramas.

Back in his previous life, those two works had been wildly popular. Turning them into TV series was a mere trifle.

He just had not expected them to want him to act in them.

From the phone came Zheng He’s puzzled voice. “Xiwang, why do you sound at all excited?”

Jiang Yun rolled his eyes. My schedule is already packed. And now you want me to film a drama too? Am I supposed to split myself in two? Excited my foot.

“Oh, excited. I’m thrilled,” Jiang Yun said.

At the other end, Zheng He looked strange. “Xiwang, are you really excited?”

“Of course. I’m so excited I’m practically incoherent.”

“This...” Zheng He was somewhat speechless. “Why do I feel like you’re not excited at all, and actually sound rather helpless?”

“You’re imagining things. That’s not the case.”

“Well, all right then.” Zheng He gave a helpless sigh. “I’m just calling to let you know in advance. Once they get in touch with Jiang Yun and the crew is ready, filming can begin.”

“Good.”

“Good, then that’s it. Xiwang, keep working hard on the new book!”

“Good.”

Jiang Yun hung up and muttered, “Damn it, just please don’t ask me to act!”

Meanwhile.

A woman in her late twenties stood in an office, wearing a silver-gray professional skirt suit and glasses, a stack of documents in her arms.

Facing her was a twenty-five-year-old man seated behind a desk.

“Mr. Wang, I contacted Jiang Yun’s assistant. She said Jiang Yun’s schedule is already full, and they turned us down.”

The young man surnamed Wang frowned in thought.

“Mr. Wang, why don’t we invite another actor? I’m sure there’ll be plenty lining up for it!”

“No need. Let Jiang Yun play it,” the young man said. “I can wait.”

“But, Mr. Wang, Jiang Yun is filming a drama while also recording variety shows. I’m afraid he won’t take any new bookings for at least half a year!”

“Then we’ll wait half a year.”

“But the crew is already assembled. The daily expenses are enormous!”

“We’ll have the crew film other productions first. As for The Smiling, Proud Wanderer and New Meteor, Butterfly and Sword, they must be strictly made according to my requirements.”

“Yes, Mr. Wang!”

“You may go out now.”

“Yes, Mr. Wang!”

...

Jiang Yun knew nothing of these matters. At that moment, he was lying in the room of the mushroom house.

He lay on the bed.

“System, enter the simulation training room!”

“Ding! Simulation training room successfully activated!”

Jiang Yun’s consciousness appeared in an unfamiliar space.

An intelligent AI wearing a sexy professional suit smiled at him. “Hello, Jiang Yun!”

“Continue the previous lesson.”

“Very well.”

“An actor is a performer who portrays a character in the performing arts, or a professional involved in opera, theater, film, television, dance, and folk arts performances...”

The AI spoke at length.

Jiang Yun listened attentively.

“...Until the 1940s, in most regions of our country, there remained the custom that the memorial tablets of theater actors could not be placed in ancestral temples or clan shrines. In the early days, actors were often called ‘youling’...”

After finishing the theory class, Jiang Yun began the practical lesson.

“Cut!”

The practical lesson ended. The AI came over to Jiang Yun and began correcting him in detail. “Jiang Yun, as the name suggests, acting with no props means shaping a character in an imagined scenario. You must learn how to effectively organize your performance under a certain task and within a certain prescribed situation...”

“Jiang Yun, when you are doing no-props acting, you must be vivid and lively, as if something is truly beside you. You can start by practicing with props first...”

“System, exit the simulation training room.”

“Beep, exiting now...”

Jiang Yun woke up and rubbed his temples. Glancing at the time, it was already two in the morning, and he still had to record a show in the morning.

He got out of bed, drank a cup of hot milk, and then lay back down and slept like the dead.

Sleeping is also a test for everyone. Some people toss and turn all night without being able to drift off, while others fall asleep within minutes of lying down.

If a person can still sleep soundly even with Mount Tai collapsing before him, then that person has reached a very high level.

If earthquakes and thunder cannot disturb one’s sleep, then one has already attained the supreme realm of sleeping.

Jiang Yun being able to fall asleep so quickly meant he had only just entered the threshold of that realm.

In the morning, the sunlight was bright and clear.

Jiang Yun sat up from bed, stretched, and instantly felt refreshed.

Below the camera, everyone’s early-morning routines and busy figures were being recorded.

Jiang Yun went to the washroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. “Morning, Brother Chen!”

“Morning, Teacher Jiang Yun!”

“Morning, Mai Mai!” Jiang Yun greeted everyone.

“Good morning, Senior Jiang Yun!” Cai Kun came over to greet them as well.

“Morning, Cai Kun!”

Huang Kang, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, called out, “Everyone’s up, right? If you’re up, come over and eat breakfast!”

“Woohoo, Teacher Huang Kang actually got up so early and even made breakfast!” Zhao Mai, wearing yellow fluffy pajamas, bounced over to the table.

Cai Kun, dressed in spotted-dog-pattern fluffy pajamas, wandered over sleepily.

Jiang Yun went back to his room, changed into proper clothes and flats, put on a white T-shirt and blue jeans that made his long legs stand out, and finally took a red jacket.

When Jiang Yun came to the table, he saw that the other two were still in their pajamas. “Why haven’t you changed clothes?”

With a bun stuffed in her mouth, Zhao Mai mumbled, “We’ll change after eating~”

Jiang Yun shook his head. “Procrastination.”

“Bleh!” Zhao Mai made a face.

Chen Long, wearing a gray tai chi outfit, said, “Good morning, everyone!”

“Morning, Brother Chen!”

“Morning, Teacher Chen Long!”

Chen Long walked up to Cai Kun and patted his head. “Not bad, Cai Kun! You’ve learned to behave!”

Cai Kun gave an awkward laugh and said sheepishly, “I don’t want you all ganging up on me!”

“Haha!”

“Heh heh!”

No one had expected Cai Kun to say it so bluntly.

Huang Kang said, “You know very well you weren’t very likable when you first arrived.”

Since Cai Kun had made it plain, everyone simply laid everything out as well.

Jiang Yun sat at the table eating, silently watching the others joke around with Cai Kun. He did not interject; some things were not yet his place to say. If he made things blunt like Huang Kang did, it might even have the opposite effect.

The effect brought by the Clear Logic skill allowed Jiang Yun to handle relationships very well.

And the Clear Logic skill did not only do that. For example, when Jiang Yun wanted to create his own original novels without redeeming them from the system, he only had scattered flashes of inspiration.

With Clear Logic, Jiang Yun could link those fragments together.

It enabled him to weave the scattered sparks in his mind into a net, bringing order, making his thoughts flow like a spring, and letting him write quickly.

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