What's Wrong with the Protagonist? Even the Protagonist Can't Steal Lines!

"Still this far from mid Golden Core? These people really don't work hard at cultivation!"

Gu Yuan spent his days eating and waiting to die, occasionally dropping by Tang Dongyang's inner sect to take a look, then visiting Lin Hao to check in on their protagonist.

A full month had passed since the last great battle.

The directing team hadn't pulled any tricks. They merely rolled out little plotlines from time to time to train Lin Hao and Shen Yunfei.

Quite a few viewers still enjoyed this kind of everyday cultivation life.

The ratings were good.

Today was another day of Yi Changge's routine provocation.

Like clocking in for work.

As long as he completed this task, he could arrange the rest of his time freely.

Late Qi Refinement was within reach!

"Lin Hao, you're nothing but tras—"

After working up his emotions, Yi Changge was about to begin his masterful performance.

But after kicking open Lin Hao's door, he had barely gotten halfway through his line before swallowing the rest.

"I'm trash, I'm trash. There, happy? It must have been hard on you, coming here so punctually every day. Heh."

Lin Hao sat cross-legged on the floor without getting up. He opened his eyes, glanced at him, then closed them again.

Yi Changge: ...

He stole my line!

This guy stole my line! Did you all see that?

I'm the villain here!

What's wrong with this protagonist? Even the protagonist can't steal lines!

"Noi—"

"Annoying, right? Fine. Since you came to mock me, mock me and leave. I'm in a hurry to cultivate."

Those were all my lines!

This guy wasn't professional enough. This protagonist was no good, not dedicated at all!

Before Yi Changge could finish, he felt utterly stifled and drew in a deep breath.

"I advise you—"

"You advise me to behave myself and stay away from Jin Ling'er, or you won't go easy on me."

Yi Changge: "..."

The directing team: "..."

Gu Yuan: "..."

Arrogant. This brat was getting arrogant again.

Showing off, huh?

I already said I hate people who show off the most.

"Senior Brother, let's teach him a lesson."

According to how things had gone a few months ago, they just needed to beat him up. So one of the actor lackeys under Yi Changge spoke up.

Beat him up?

That could work.

But Lin Hao should be able to cultivate now. These people probably weren't his match anymore.

"No need. I'll do it myself."

How could Yi Changge swallow such humiliation? He threw a punch at once.

Lin Hao, sitting cross-legged on the ground, circulated his spiritual energy, but he still failed to block it.

He was sent flying into the wall in a thoroughly embarrassing posture.

That felt good. He finally felt better.

Neither the directing team nor the onlooking crowd was particularly surprised.

After all, the spiritual energy Yi Changge used and the threat it posed were both kept within reasonable limits.

Watching their retreating backs.

Lin Hao remained expressionless.

Damn it!

His cultivation had been interrupted again!

Why was it so hard for him to just cultivate properly?

Poor kid. He had clearly been the first to receive a cultivation technique, yet his cultivation was at the bottom.

Some people who had only obtained their techniques a month ago were already at almost the same level as him.

Director's room.

The director, planners, and heads of various departments were discussing Lin Hao's situation.

They couldn't keep doing daily life forever. Though there were occasional small plot developments, they had also caused their protagonist to develop a lazy habit.

Day after day, he neither showed off nor went on adventures, staying in the cultivation room all the time.

After the directing team deliberately ruined the cultivation room, he stayed in his dorm and refused to go out.

Ridiculous.

They had never seen such a lazy protagonist.

"I say we do something intense. That foreign enemy invasion last time was pretty good. It got the atmosphere going."

"No, no. How about an alchemy and artifact-refining competition? Add some special effects, and wouldn't the audience go crazy for it?"

"But Lin Hao and Shen Yunfei don't know how. That suggestion won't work."

"I've got it. Showing off—besides the passionate stuff, viewers love watching people show off and play the weakling who turns out to be powerful. Do you remember the identity we fabricated for Lin Hao?"

"You mean..."

"That's right. Exactly that."

After failing to reach an agreement for so long, the director's room finally came to a consensus.

Next came plot advancement.

Gu Yuan listened from the side to this so-called plot and didn't care.

He was just a heartless immortal-fate machine.

Yeah, that was it.

No Lin Hao? Then no Lin Hao.

Tang Dongyang was truly amazing.

He was about to reach mid Foundation Establishment.

One minor realm per month. With that speed, he was only a little too old.

At Cangyuan Palace, he would probably be a personal disciple of the inner sect.

Keep it up, Sect Master.

Three days passed quickly.

During those three days, no one had come to cause trouble for Lin Hao for once.

It was strange.

Not only did the background actors living nearby find it strange, but Lin Hao himself did too.

For three whole days, he had cultivated uninterruptedly. In the past, he wouldn't even have dared dream of such a thing.

"Nothing should happen today either, right?"

Opening his dorm door, Lin Hao poked his head out and looked around. He didn't see anyone else.

No one?

Great.

So he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and circulated his spiritual energy.

The door was kicked open.

Lin Hao: "..."

What timing. He had just checked and seen no one, then he had barely sat down before they kicked open his door. They were doing it on purpose, weren't they?

Just as Lin Hao was preparing to brush them off with a few words, he heard a voice by his ear.

"Oh no, Brother Lin Hao!"

This time, it wasn't someone else. It was Jin Ling'er.

Jin Ling'er looked flustered and anxious. Looking at Lin Hao, who was cultivating cross-legged, she spoke.

So it was Sister Ling'er.

"Little Sister Ling'er? You're in such a hurry. What happened? Tell me. I'm here for you."

A touch of tenderness appeared on Lin Hao's face. After spending so much time together, he was quite protective of this younger sister who cared for him.

Of course, whether those feelings were mixed with something else was anyone's guess.

"Your mom died."

Lin Hao didn't react in time and nearly choked on his saliva.

Gu Yuan's nonexistent eyes widened, and he too was somewhat impressed.

Impressive.

The directing team: "???"

Countless comments flooded the screen.

[666]

[Was that an insult? No way.]

[Whatever my wife says, goes!]

[I was drinking water and sprayed it everywhere. This little girl really knows how to talk, hahahaha.]

[No way, was that a point-blank ultimate attack??]

Lin Hao froze.

"W-what?"

"Your mom died."

And there it was again.

"A letter just arrived from home. It said Aunt Zhang was pushed to the ground during an argument with another family, and then..."

Jin Ling'er realized that her wording seemed a little inappropriate, so she explained.

Oh, so my mom really died.

Lin Hao suddenly understood.

"Who dares act so outrageously? They're courting death!"

Once he came back to his senses, Lin Hao's expression darkened. Though he didn't know the original owner's mother, she was still his mother in name.

Since he had taken over this body, whether to keep acting or to inherit its karma, he ought to do something.

"Uncle Lin told you to go back and attend the funeral."

"There isn't much time."

"I spoke to my master about the sect. He has already agreed to let you go down the mountain."

Jin Ling'er urged him anxiously. It was clear she really was in a hurry.

It was just unknown whether she was anxious over Lin Hao's family matter, or anxious to go cultivate herself.