Thanks to the massive success of *Your Lie in April*, the light novel’s copyright had undeniably become the crown jewel of the editorial department.
Countless animation studios and investors racked their brains trying to secure collaboration rights—but Tencent had already signed with NB Animation from the start. Regret was pointless now.
Who could’ve guessed this rookie author’s debut novel, which only placed third in the contest, would explode into a phenomenon after the signing ceremony and physical release?
Well, what’s done is done. Besides, NB Studio was still an industry heavyweight—at least when it came to profits.
Naturally, Luo Xiaolu became the editorial department’s most pampered author. Everyone tiptoed around her, wary that this unpredictable girl—prone to shocking whims—might pull off something utterly unexpected.
Normally, once an author sold their rights, Tencent’s next moves barely concerned them.
But after Luo Xiaolu’s sale, the entire industry watched Tencent closely. True to form, Tencent showed deep respect, striving to honor Luo Xiaolu’s vision throughout *Your Lie in April*’s animation adaptation.
Thus, Luo Xiaolu—the original author—was invited to NB Studio’s voice audition.
Though no press was expected, Luo Xiaolu came fully prepared for the public setting.
Today’s look: her signature artsy-fresh style. A green beret, round-frame glasses, a matching green dress—the picture of a modern literary girl. Her "no-makeup" makeup held subtle charm. Unlike the ethereal fairy aesthetic from the ceremony day, this vibe felt warmer, more approachable.
“Xiaotang, I’m heading out! Lunch is ready—just heat it up. And no takeout!”
Passing through the living room, Luo Xiaolu called out.
Luo Xiaotang, mid-step toward her "otaku doom room," froze at the sight of her sister, mind racing tactically.
“Sis, you’re dressed so cute—you’re totally off to earn big again!”
“Don’t say things that sound weird!!”
The villa was perfect—except for its remote location.
After a thirty-minute taxi ride, Luo Xiaolu reached downtown to meet Lvye.
Strictly speaking, editor Lvye shouldn’t attend such events. But Editor-in-Chief Huanggua had reassigned her as Luo Xiaolu’s de facto animation liaison—overseeing the adaptation process with care.
“Teacher Zhou Shuren, you’re as stunning as ever today!” Lvye gushed sincerely.
Lvye herself was a revelation. Usually the airheaded office worker, today she wore a crisp white shirt under a tailored blazer, a sharp tie, subtle makeup, twin tails—and black stockings. The transformation radiated capable secretary energy.
Luo Xiaolu had long admired Lvye’s elegant legs; today’s outfit made her instantly grasp Teacher Lvye’s hidden charm.
“Teacher Lvye, you look beautiful too!” Luo Xiaolu replied warmly.
“R-Really? You’re too kind, Teacher Zhou Shuren!”
Flustered, Lvye’s cheeks flushed crimson—a stark contrast to her mature secretary facade. Adorably so. Even the unshakable Luo Xiaolu felt her heart skip.
*So this is the legendary "mature body, loli heart"?*
*Gotta touch those black-stockinged legs…*
Luo Xiaolu silently vowed.
Since transmigrating, she’d lost interest in girls—cooped up at home, her own flawless looks were self-sufficient enough.
But Lvye’s outfit stirred vivid memories of her middle-school teacher from a past life…
Come on—who hasn’t secretly fantasized about a teacher?
Lvye embodied that very memory.
*Ugh, I wonder what’s under that uniform skirt… Damn!!*
????
Luo Xiaolu snapped back. *Going further = 404.* She activated **Force Calm**.
A shudder passed. All excitement vanished.
Next: **Force Cuteness (√)**
She clung to Lvye’s arm, draped her leg over Lvye’s black-stockinged thigh, and grinned brightly.
“Sister Lvye, let’s go!”
Holy crap?!!!
Lvye stood frozen, eyes wide. *Is this really Teacher Zhou Shuren?!*
*SO. CUTE!!!*
Her knees buckled. Vision blurred. She swayed toward the floor.
“Teacher Lvye!!” Luo Xiaolu caught her just in time.
......
After that bizarre encounter, they arrived at NB Building.
Lvye kept stealing dreamy smiles, cheeks flushed—as if replaying something wonderfully scandalous.
Luo Xiaolu sweat-dropped… though the secret brush against Lvye’s thigh did soothe her nerves.
Staff greeted them; the elevator carried them to the third floor.
The audition started at seven. As supervisor, Luo Xiaolu arrived an hour early.
The venue was empty. She headed straight to the sound booth.
Inside, the sound engineer rose as they entered. He recognized Lvye—the editor who’d introduced herself earlier.
As for the other—
“Hello. I’m the novel’s original author, pen name Zhou Shuren. Thank you for having me. I apologize for the intrusion and look forward to learning from you both.”
Impeccably polite, Luo Xiaolu moved with the grace of a noble heiress—breathtaking in an age where even pretense felt rare.
*This* was the person who, on February 18th, made thousands of girls weep and sent Chiba City into panic.
She offered her signature artsy-girl smile. The engineer froze.
He’d seen Zhou Shuren’s "terrifying" online presence… but in person? Only one word fit: *absurd*.
Too absurd!
Can you even imagine? A woman so flawlessly perfect she seemed AI-generated!
In under a minute, Luo Xiaolu had already won over a key figure at the audition.
Lvye watched with quiet pride—like her prized cabbage had drawn a swarm of admirers.
Little did she know… she was one of the pigs too.
