Chapter 685: Chapter 685: It’s time to fill the gap after a 200-year hiatus Chapter 685: Chapter 685: It’s time to fill the gap after a 200-year hiatus The school’s anniversary performance was something Bai Chuwei was cajoled into by an archaeological advising counselor. Now, it seems there’s even less reason to continue.

A performance?

Bai Chuwei let out a light snort of derision. Have you ever seen an ancestor perform like an actor?

Since that senior Liu likes the role so much and our ancestor is so kind-hearted, of course she would grant someone’s wish. When the time comes, she could just give it to Liu Yuyou.

Bai Chuwei gracefully returned to her grand mansion in Sky City and, smiling, accepted the hot tea the butler handed her. She also went to the kitchen to grab a plate of vegetables before heading upstairs.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the plump white figure of Xue Qiu sitting on the desk, looking out the window at the solitary waning moon with a look of deep resentment.

Bai Chuwei flicked him on the back of his head and laughed, “Transform sooner and you’ll be able to go out and have fun whenever you want.”

As a chubby hamster, he wouldn’t even know if he got caught running outside. All he could do is stay at home like a shut-in, playing on the computer.

Bai Chuwei glanced at Xue Qiu’s round body and suddenly felt that the label “shut-in” suited him rather well.

Bai Chuwei sat down at the desk, pushed a plate of cucumbers, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes toward him, and, ignoring Xue Qiu’s woeful cries, opened the laptop in front of her.

With his chubby little paws holding a half-eaten cucumber, Xue Qiu munched away until his cheeks puffed out: ‘Ancient ancestor, what are you doing on the computer today if you’re not practicing alchemy?’
Judging by the time, it wasn’t the broadcast day for “Super Brain Scholar,” and besides, Bai Chuwei, the Immortal Teacher, would be on site for the live recording.

“Super Brain Scholar” had already exploded in popularity. How popular? So insanely popular that there were special forces guarding outside the recording studio! The director had no idea it would be this scary.

Because the Immortal Teacher had hinted to the director that the next few episodes would be even more thrilling, featuring submarine expeditions and photolithography machines.

Bai Chuwei looked at the computer screen, nonchalantly saying, “The latest remake of ‘Records of the Mountain Moon’ is about to start again.”

Xue Qiu instantly dropped the remaining bit of cucumber, his gem-blue eyes dancing with excitement: “Is the ancient ancestor going to collect usurious interest rates, oh no, I mean, copyright fees?”

More money incoming!

Just think about all that manuscript fees, film rights, and merchandising… all money!

Those junior descendants probably couldn’t even dream that Mr. Bai is still very much alive and that the copyrights are still legally protected, could they?

Bai Chuwei cast a sidelong glance. “Do you think I’m the same? Only thinking about money?”

Xue Qiu: ‘…’
Attack of the hamster body.

Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, “Some people want to be screenwriters. I do not.”

Tong Qingyan has been getting along well with Liu Yuyou lately, hasn’t she?

Tong Qingyan also knew she was a newcomer and didn’t dare to hope to get the lead role. She was content to aim for a minor one.

One month before the college entrance exam, suddenly, the content of the last two chapters of the authentic “Records of the Mountain Moon” was revealed. Now, all the classic continuations circulating in the market have been overturned, including the works of Mr. Liu Guansheng!

This remake would have to be written beyond the content of the new chapters that had emerged.

So–getting chummy with Liu Yuyou, the “potential” screenwriter, would make it much easier for Qingyan to get more screen time for her character.

The director had high hopes for Liu Yuyou. After all, she was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Liu Guansheng, a famous talent with many works to her name. The audience would be less resistant to her writing the new chapters.

Xue Qiu suddenly realized: ‘Uh, does the ancient ancestor want to be the screenwriter for “Records of the Mountain Moon”? Are you going to contact the director?’
Before Bai Chuwei could respond, Xue Qiu’s eyes widened and he squealed in shock, ‘Ancient ancestor, you haven’t updated for two hundred years. Are you planning to… fill that plot hole?!’