Nazha: Do you believe in past and present lives?

"Brother?"

Zhang Yang repeated Nazha's address for him, a hint of teasing in his eyes. "Nazha, did you stay up all night studying the script and get groggy?"

Groggy?

Not really. She still remembered peeking through the peephole before opening the door, and the security chain was on.

But she felt like she'd experienced a lot.

Nazha's expression was a little dazed.

That's right, she was Gulina Nazha, not Zhao Jingniang.

"You dream of what you think about during the day." She must have been too engrossed in the script before bed, hence the dream.

But how could a dream be so real? The scenes were so vivid in her memory?

Yet, the scenes, stories, and dialogues in the dream were indeed the same as the script Zhang Yang had written.

It was probably just a dream.

"I must have been groggy," Nazha said with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Brother Yang, did you need something?"

"Need something? I don't think so, you really are groggy." Zhang Yang opened his phone and aimed the screen at Nazha. "Look for yourself, what time is it?"

"Eight seventeen!" Nazha's pupils contracted, and she snapped awake.

Today was her first scene. She was supposed to go with Lin Feng's group to a nearby Taoist temple for location scouting. The departure time was set for 8:30, leaving very little time.

"Ah, Brother Yang, wait a moment, I'll be ready right away."

Touching the pajamas she was wearing, Nazha let out a startled cry and quickly turned back into her room, not even closing the door.

She had an inexplicable trust in Zhang Yang now, with no defenses whatsoever.

Zhang Yang leaned against the doorframe, watching her stand in front of a pile of clothes on the sofa, looking troubled. He crossed his arms and said, "You'll be changing into your costume later. You don't need to dress up too nicely; the simpler, the better."

Hearing this, Nazha immediately had an idea. She picked up a yellow floral maxi dress and placed it on the bed, then prepared to change out of her pajamas.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Should I watch? Or should I watch?

Before the holy light descended, Zhang Yang reached out and pulled the door shut.

He wouldn't claim to be a gentleman or a good man, but he wasn't a perverted guy who would peek either.

If he wanted to admire Nazha's body, he'd have to earn it himself. Otherwise, what was the point of being reborn with cheat codes?

"Ah!"

Just as Nazha was about to change out of her pajamas, she suddenly realized Zhang Yang was still watching from the doorway. Instinctively, she stopped what she was doing and turned around.

Seeing that the door had been closed, she immediately felt relieved, muttering, "How could I doubt Brother Yang? He escorted me for a thousand miles, and never once overstepped his bounds."

Nazha thought she was going crazy.

She had heard of method actors who sometimes got too deep into their roles and couldn't get out, or even fell in love with their co-stars.

But she hadn't even officially started acting yet, and she was already stuck in character?

Was she a naturally talented performer?

Taking a deep breath to calm her emotions, she stopped overthinking. She took off her pajama bottoms and put on safety shorts, then her dress, leaving only her beautiful swan-like neck exposed to the air.

She ran into the bathroom, finished her morning routine in five minutes, then grabbed her phone, room key, and a few pages of the script before opening the door.

"Brother Yang, let's go." Nazha, with her bare face, exuded a fresh and refined aura.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He took her with him in the elevator to the lobby, where they met Lin Feng and the others.

"Everyone's here, let's head out."

The crew had chartered a bus, and the small team traveled together to the nearby Taoist temple.

Zhang Yang and Nazha sat together. They didn't talk, both engrossed in their scripts.

But if one looked closely at their eyes, they would know neither was truly focused.

Nazha was still thinking about last night's dream. Many details were starting to blur, but the emotions were becoming clearer.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, was studying the Opportunity Manual in his mind. The benefits he gained from Dream Entry had given him a taste of success, and he was eager to accumulate Character Points and Opportunity Points.

[Time: March 18, 10:18 AM

Location: Hong Kong XX Hotel, X Floor, X Room

Guide: (To be unlocked / 1 Character Point)]

[Time: March 18, 2:21 PM

Location: Xi'an High-tech Zone, Jinye Road No. 1, Greenland Century City Area A, Building 1 (Jiaxing Media)

Guide: (To be unlocked / 2 Character Points)]

[Time: March 18, 7:04 PM

Location: Hunan.

Guide: (Unlockable/1 Character Point)

[Time: March 19th, 7:01 AM

Location: Old Hengdian Baozi Shop

Guide: (Unlockable/1 Character Point)]

"The first three are out of the question, no time for them."

"The fourth opportunity is close by, I'll get up early tomorrow and check it out."

These past few days, Zhang Yang had been keeping an eye on the opportunity events refreshing on the Opportunity Manual.

But some opportunities were too far away to acquire in time, and some opportunities were clearly difficult to obtain just by looking at the location.

He still had 9 Character Points, so he couldn't grab every single opportunity. He needed to be selective.

"However, it's not like I can't get an opportunity without Opportunity Points."

"Using Opportunity Points just shows me the method to seize an opportunity, but that doesn't mean I can't seize it with my own abilities."

"I just don't know if I'll get Opportunity Points if I seize an opportunity through my own efforts."

"Opportunity Points can be used for Dream Entry into characters, randomly inheriting their abilities."

"Maybe in the future, I'll get cultivation techniques and black technology manufacturing methods?"

Zhang Yang certainly remembered that when inheriting a character, their abilities would change according to the world's rules, but he couldn't help but fantasize.

"Brother Yang," Nazha suddenly tugged at Zhang Yang's clothes.

"Hm?" Zhang Yang withdrew his thoughts, a smile on his face.

"Do you believe in past and present lives?" Nazha asked, her eyes full of anticipation.

"I do," Zhang Yang replied decisively.

"Really?" Nazha's eyes lit up.

"Of course," Zhang Yang replied with mock seriousness. "I think I was Qin Shi Huang in my past life."

"I, Qin Shi Huang, give me money!"

Nazha: "..."

If you had said you were Emperor Taizu of Song in your past life, I would have given you money.

"Don't want to deal with you," Nazha rolled her beautiful eyes.

She felt she was going crazy.

She might have been Zhao Jingniang in her past life, but Zhang Yang definitely wasn't Zhao Kuangyin.

"Haha," Zhang Yang found Nazha amusing and chuckled. "Let's run our lines."

"Okay," Nazha's gaze sharpened.

The most important thing right now was to perform the role well.

But as they started running lines, she felt a sense of disorientation.

Why did this feel so familiar?

More than an hour later, the bus stopped in a parking lot.

The crew members got off one by one and came to the Taoist temple to set up the cameras under Lin Feng's direction.

Before filming officially began, Zhang Yang approached him and said, "Brother Lin, I have some new ideas for the horse riding and fight scenes tomorrow. Would you like to hear them?"

Lin Feng, who had gone from a martial arts stuntman to a stunt actor and then to a renowned action director, had a solid foundation and innovative ideas. He was also very open to hearing actors' suggestions, provided they were useful.

"Weren't the actions designed a few days ago good enough?" Lin Feng asked, puzzled.

He admired Zhang Yang greatly. Not only did he have the looks of a top idol, but he was also a martial artist, naturally suited for action films.

Among the young people he knew, only Liu Yifei, with whom he had collaborated during the filming of The Return of the Condor Heroes, was like Zhang Yang – good-looking and able to endure hardship for fight scenes, a qualified performer of martial arts roles.

Speaking of which, Liu Yifei seemed to be filming in the neighboring The Four Great Constables crew recently.

"I've been doing some research lately and discovered something. Zhao Kuangyin was skilled in both fist and staff combat. Besides the widely known Grand Ancestor's Long Fist, his most formidable skill was the Grand Ancestor's Coiled Dragon Staff. I want to design a routine using staff techniques," Zhang Yang told Lin Feng directly.

In fact, he had known for a long time that Zhao Kuangyin was proficient in both fist and staff combat, but because his staff skills were mediocre, he had defaulted to designing sword and spear techniques, focusing on looking cool.

Mary Sue dramas didn't really require that much precision; looking cool was enough.

But now, it was different. He was the real Zhao Kuangyin.

Not only was the Coiled Dragon Staff used well, but it was also cool and imposing enough.

"Staff techniques," Lin Feng mused. "Can you perform them well?"

He hadn't refused outright, which meant there was a chance.

Zhang Yang smiled. "Shall I show you?"