Chapter 1: Becoming a Master

Ning Mingmei died.

He died suddenly on the way to a group meeting.

As a newly appointed assistant professor and an academic who has been studying brain science for ten years, Ning Mingmei never imagined that his soul would appear like this after his death: he would float above the impoverished J University, overlooking his body lying in the center of the college square. The unevenly trimmed hair was a sign of hair loss during his doctoral period, and the neatly-fitting suit was his last bit of stubbornness as he applied for research funding from the college in the morning.

He died suddenly. After he had worked on his new paper for forty hours straight without sleeping.

In addition, there was the sweet coffee from Luckin Coffee spilled on his side, and the computer that was smashed to pieces on the other side. He was holding it in one hand just now, using it to reply to more than 40 unread emails that had accumulated in the morning while walking.

etc.

No reply to email yet!

The thin young man sat up in shock and stretched out a hand from the air. His soul floating in the air was attracted by his obsession like a magnet and fell towards the pale body.

At the same time, a group of graduate students and doctoral students who had returned to the laboratory building after lunch also ran towards the body.

After seeing this tragic scene, the lifeless faces of the graduate students suddenly brightened up, and they ran around like undergraduates, shouting:

"AP Ning is dead!!!"

“Someone is exhausted!!”

You are the one who died!

Only two steps, one step away from the limb... Finally, he touched his arm. The warm light reminded him of the future after he woke up.

He held a group meeting with a doctoral student he recruited last year, two graduate students, and undergraduate students who were being scapegoated for recommendation letters. He asked doctoral student A to rewrite the beginning of his paper and asked graduate student B to work on a new project. Then he replied to emails, continued to apply for funding, publish papers, and apply for tenure.

Then he was suddenly pulled away by a great force and lifted into the air.

"New host detected... ding... Desire to survive: extremely high... Occupation assistant professor... A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge, imparts knowledge, and resolves doubts. Matching degree 100%..."

"Congratulations host, you have been bound to the 'Lonely Master Survival' system, and have been transformed into the master who was killed in the novel and gained a chance to live again. Please complete the cannon fodder master's self-rescue mission, redeem or escape from the male protagonist who killed the master, and receive the life extension reward."

My group meeting...!

This was Ning Mingmei's last thought when he saw his own corpse surrounded by his own doctors.

Several doctoral students and graduate students who had completed half of their projects and had not yet graduated from his teaching surrounded him, with anxious tears in their eyes and a more sincere sadness than anyone else.

…

On the upper floor, there is a pure white room.

The system was suspended in the air in the form of a ball of light, staring quietly at the young man in the room.

From the perspective of sustainable development, young people can still be considered very good-looking despite their academic background. The white shirt and white pants wrapped around his pale skin due to years of staying in the laboratory without seeing the sun. The protruding butterfly bones under the clothes made people imagine that it would feel like satin when touched. His black hair was still thick even though it was uneven, and his eyelashes were still long, but the dark circles under his metal-framed glasses were a little unsightly.

She looks haggard but still beautiful. Maybe she can get her beauty back if she stops staying up late for ten years.

And a desire to survive that is stronger than anyone else's, and the position of assistant professor.

The (Asian, unmarried) assistant professor must be very suitable to be a cool and aloof teacher, and she is also a sexual minority.

However, the young man's reaction after accepting the reality that he could not leave this space was extremely strange. He politely asked the system for a MacBook.

"Can you give me the novel in PDF format, please? Thank you."

...He doesn't even want txt.

"Remember to download Acrobat DC." He even added.

The MacBook was handed over to the young man. After that, the young man sat cross-legged and began to write and draw on the PDF of the novel using the annotation function...for five hours. The ball of light here has not moved. It watched the young man's keyboard speed getting faster and faster at the beginning... In the end, the speed of turning the pages with the mouse wheel became faster and faster...

Finally, the young man stopped.

"Are you ready, host?" said the system.

"This article should be rewritten starting from the abstract." The young man said with his head down.

System: "That thing is called copywriting."

Young man: "And the introduction at the beginning. Many plots in it make no sense."

System: "That thing is called the first three chapters, not introduction."

"Nonsense, drool, unclear concepts, data is skipped over without proof, large scenes are poorly described and are not as good as charts, which makes people feel no sense of immersion. Even the chapter names are not consistent, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5... format!! Where is the format?"

System: "Isn't there any advantage at all?"

“The purely original writing style allows it to avoid citation format errors.”

System: "At least you're taking it seriously. Let's get started."

"Why choose me?" the young man said.

System: "Because you studied for a doctorate for seven years, lived with your master day and night for seven years, and then became an assistant professor. You are experienced and should have learned how to be an excellent master. And this system has observed you for six days, and you look very cold."

Although I didn’t see you holding the group meeting on the seventh day.

And he has not left Master for seven years. Is there any other reason other than love? This can also be relatable to the younger male protagonist in traditional master-master novels.

I guess in those last days, the host must have shed tears when he thought about leaving his master.

The ancient style system thinks so.

"……………………"

The young man finally looked up and looked at the system expressionlessly.

He threw the MacBook in his hand towards the ball of light, turned around and ran towards the small white door at the end of the room. The ball of light was smashed to pieces, and the hope of escaping was within reach.

“Hmm!”

Then he was knocked down by the electric current rising from the soles of his feet.

Ning Mingmei fell to the ground, staring at the white room flashing red light. The cold voice of the artificial intelligence rang in his ears: "Request received: Increase the sense of immersion."

“…”

"Then let's start with some immersion training."

……Depend on.

The first thing that came from under my feet was the feeling of weightlessness, followed by a cold wind blowing in my face. Frost and snow like blades hit Ning Mingmei's face on a large scale. Ning Mingmei couldn't open his eyes.

What followed was severe physical pain.

pain.

Every organ and every cell in the body is in pain.

In his bloody vision, he saw a young man in white clothes who looked like a banished immortal walking towards him.

“Master, how are you?” the man smiled.

The sword pierced his body and twisted in his wound.

He was unable to utter anything.

The system said: "This will also be your ending."

…

Only Ning Mingmei, whose soul was trapped in this scene, spoke a word.

His eyebrows were trembling with pain, and he gritted his teeth: "The ending is your father."

…

"Ding ding... the immersive experience is complete..."

"Ding ding... The host's danger assessment level has been updated to S, and the supervisor mode has been activated."

"Ding ding... The world in the book is loading, the soul is loading... The soul is loading successfully."

boom.

The black-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes while sitting on the bed. The cold sweat from his body soaked all his clothes.

"Current world mission: The cold master survives. Please stop the evil disciple from destroying the world, or get rid of the disciple and escape. The current mission has the following mandatory requirements."

"If you don't stop the hero, you will be killed!"

"Destroy the cold and aloof Master's personality and wipe him out!"

After the above notification sounded three times, Ning Mingmei finally sat up from the bed. At this moment, his hand touched something. Ning Mingmei picked up the object and remained silent.

"Because the host's resistance was too intense, a BUG occurred when the world was loading." said the machine voice.

"To put it simply, you brought my glasses in," said the young man.

The black-haired young man shook his glasses. The long black hair hanging on his sides made him very uncomfortable, so he also lifted a bunch of hair behind his head. He put on his glasses out of habit, and the system considerately changed them to plain glasses.

——Where can you find a nearsighted swordsman, don’t you think?

Ning Mingmei shook his head and looked around calmly.

Snow cave.

Not a snow cave-like room, but a physical snow cave.

The abbreviation is "poor".

Everywhere the eyes looked was ice and a very small amount of jade. He was now sitting on a cold jade bed - it was for the purpose of spiritual practice and had absolutely no purpose for enjoyment.

However, Ning Mingmei knew that this jade bed had another effect. That is to suppress the hidden identity of this sword immortal.

Furnace-type physique.

Now is not the time to talk about this. He got up from the bed and took the jade lamp beside the bed and walked around inside the snow cave. From the snow cave at the back to the snow-cutting hall at the front, the whole house cannot be described as extremely simple, it can only be described as extremely poor and bare.

Who told the Sword Immortal to only meditate and not care about the enjoyment outside of his body... The system's prompts were still echoing in his head over and over again.

"Current World QuestCurrent World QuestCurrent World Quest."

"Master Qingleng wants to live. Master Qingleng wants to live. Master Qingleng wants to live."

He was even electrocuted.

Is it ever going to end?

He simply sat on the jade chair in the study in the snow cave, flipping through the jade slips on the table with his fingers. The system said in his ear: "The current task has been released: Play the role of Master (Supervisor Mode). Task level: Highest. If the host is not proficient, we recommend three paths."

"The first is true emotion. The host was a professor before crossing over, and after crossing over, he should be a role model. He should use a broad mind and noble character to influence the hearts of his inferior students."

"Do you think I'm a junior high school class teacher?"

"Second, cut off the roots. The host should arrive at the protagonist's side when he is a teenager, gain his trust, become his confidant, and finally kill him with one blow. The risk of this plan is that the probability of failure is very high. If the protagonist survives, the consequences are immeasurable."

"My combat power is only five."

Is this something that can be said?

"The third one is that he chases you and you run away. The host practices in seclusion for three hundred years, and goes out during the break to improve the male protagonist's favorability. Before the male protagonist's skills mature, the host quickly escapes, and ascends to the sky, until the game ends."

"...Tsk. Are you saying that I will stay here for twenty years?"

System: "Not just twenty years, maybe a hundred years."

Ning Mingmei looked up and down at the snow cave: "In such a place with extremely poor living conditions... a hundred years?"

After studying abroad for more than ten years, getting a doctorate degree for seven years, and struggling for half a lifetime, the house is still unfinished when I return.

Ning Mingmei was silent: "My undergraduate dormitory has more closets than here... Do I have to play house with your male protagonist here?"

He was shocked again.

System: "Remind the host, this is the male protagonist's cold and aloof master. Please play the role of the cold and aloof master well. This is the first reminder."

The system added: "Considering that the host is not familiar with the task, the system has activated the supervisor mode to help the host complete the task."

Ning Mingmei said: "What is the supervisor mode?"

System: "Every time you face a decision related to the male protagonist, the system will provide two recommended action options in different directions for the host to choose. At that time, the host can turn on the hosting mode for the body and let the system take over the body's actions."

Ning Mingmei was silent for a moment, then said, "...My memory is fuzzy, and I can't remember a lot of the content in the book. Let me read the book again."

The system said: "It was you who struggled, causing your memory to be squeezed out by the time and space tunnel. You have entered this world and can no longer read the contents of the book."

There was a long silence.

The system monitors the new host's expression. The new host is very angry, the new host is about to get angry, the new host is about to explode...

The new host calmed down, sat down, put on his glasses, lowered his head, and opened the book with force...

List of the Sword Immortal’s disciples?

The Sword Immortal is, after all, one of the twelve peak masters of the Qingji Sect. Even though he stayed indoors like a little dragon girl all year round, he still had some disciples.

However, the cultivators of this era treat their disciples as they please by leaving them to their senior brothers and sisters to raise them on their own. They only open the warehouse to distribute some things every year, and it is good enough if they can get some guidance occasionally. So even if the Sword Immortal is so autistic, there is no problem.

Systematically analyze Ning Mingmei's intentions. Ultimately, its judgment stopped at the "non-violent non-cooperation" column.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that the disciple list is useless.

It would be better to fly out on the sword to find the young male protagonist who will enter the sect in twenty years. Even if I could bring him home to raise the baby.

It seems that this host still lacks experience in time travel. Turn on coaching mode.

Two option boxes, one red and one blue, appeared in front of Ning Mingmei. Ning Mingmei stopped flipping through the list.

“…”

The red one reads: Find the male protagonist and destroy his roots while he is still young.

The colors are bright and ominous, and it looks like the villain-master route.

The blue one said: Find the male protagonist, bring him back to the sect, and teach him carefully.

The colors are fresh and gentle, and it looks like the Redemption Master route.

Ning Mingmei: "What is this, the exam outline?"

System: "Host, please make a choice as soon as possible. Passive resistance is also considered resistance."

"Didi... detected the intention of a strike, the supervisor mode has been turned on... the punishment mode has been activated..."

While the system's electric shock was accumulating power, Ning Mingmei moved!

He stretched out his finger, but instead of clicking any box, he rang the wind chimes hanging next to the desk.

The system is stuck: ...

When the wind chimes ring, all the Sword Immortal's disciples must assemble quickly. Why did he call so many people here?

Could it be that they are gathering together to rob the young male protagonist who is suffering in the dark Salesian Village?

No, that won’t work. How can I make an outstanding first impression with so many people around?

Shouldn't the first encounter be that a swordsman in white clothes descends from the sky and extends his right hand to the child in the mud?

As soon as the wind chimes sounded, the sword immortal disciples under the snowy ridge quickly put away their swords and flew out of the snow room. Looking at the sword energy gathering here, the system finally spoke.

"Why didn't the host choose the option?"

Ning Mingmei combed her hair, her dark eyes looking coldly at the long hair which was smooth but still troublesome.

"Because we have a group meeting," he said.

Oh, have a group meeting.

etc? ?

System: "What is a group meeting?"