The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System fan fiction

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    @Gav 's fics:

    A) Luo Binghe’s Adventures Through the Multi-verse:

    1. Multiverse 1

    B) A Transdimensional Scum Villain’s Tale:

    1. Transdimensional 1

    2. Transdimensional 2

    3. Transdimensional 3

    4. Transdimensional 4

    5. Transdimensional 5

    6. Transdimensional 6

    7. Transdimensional 7

    8. Transdimensional 8 - A Thousand and One Nights

    9. Transdimensional 9

    10. Transdimensional 10

    11. Transdimensional 11

    12. Transdimensional 12

    13. Transdimensional 13

    14. Transdimensional 14

    15. Transdimensional 15

    16. Transdimensional 16

    17. Transdimensional 17

    18. Transdimensional 18

    19. Transdimensional 19

    20. Transdimensional 20

    21. Transdimensional 21

    22. Transdimensional 22 (WIP)


    C) Transdimensional Extras:

    1. Transdimensional Noncannon Extras

    2. Glimpse of the past / G's background story



    @readerz 's fics:

    A) Bai Zhan Peak’s Secret Technique

    B) Discovering My Disciple Wants to Eat Me:
    1. The Daily Task of Protecting My Chrysanthemum parts 1 - 8
    2. The Daily Task of Safeguarding My Beautiful Master's Chrysanthemum From Perverts parts 1 - 11


    @scriptor 's fics

    An Understanding

    Like An Arrow To the Heart


    @Sakhyu 's fics:

    A) The Wrong Scum Villain and His Under-qualified System



    @Valor 's fics

    1. The Naïve System's Villain Reformation Plan:

    2. The Adventures of Zheng Lingxui, Existentialist:
     
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    Gav [Fairy of the Garden of Evil]

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    'Luo Binghe's Adventures Through The Multiverse' (no, not the kinky yandere fic)
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    ***
    Shen Yuan's No Good, Very Bad Day
    ***
    Shen Yuan wonders what god he offended so badly in this lifetime.

    Firstly, he has had bad results on his recent blood tests. He has been getting dizzy and ill much more often.

    Secondly, he is starting to wonder about the whole point of exerting himself to this extent, trying so hard to teach his students English in order to make certain that they can compete on the global market, because it feels like his students don't really bother to exert effort to meet him halfway. How exactly are they going to outdo the foreign exchange students if they can't catch up? Bravado only goes so far!

    Third, he has the sinking feeling that some of his students are interested in him in ways that are most certainly not legal. He is not willing to be thrown in jail for the crime of pedophilia, okay? Why can't he ever get the attention of women his own age? They always go to the more successful young masters with the fancy cars!

    Fourth, and worst of all, he has just ended his class only to catch sight of a bloody, possibly... are those actual flesh bits?!...gore covered man in one of the classroom's two doorways. The man is wearing robes of black silk that would look more suited to a past emperor or some protagonist from a xianxia movie (also covered in gore) holding a sword that's still dripping blood and Shen Yuan can see he has one broken arm, a broken leg that he's still standing on, and a stormy expression.

    Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He's facing a cosplaying serial killer. How did he even get past the guards? the police? How is he even-... An angry cosplaying serial killer. He has a class full of helpless students. They're all going to die.

    Fuck his life.

    Clearly, as the only responsible adult here, there is only one thing to do. He leans in and murmurs to the nearest student- Luo Binghe, such a nice boy, such a good student- to take his classmates out the other door right now while he keeps the intruder busy, pulls away and walks straight towards what he's fairly sure is his (rather expensively dressed) impending demise. while buttoning up his collar and adjusting his tie.

    If he's going to be stabbed to death, he at least wants to look presentable, okay? Don't judge him!

    "...May I help you?"

    ***
    'Luo Binghe' (our multiverse traveler) knows quite well that none of these kids are cultivators. For that matter, the tall, slim instructor with the long hair and very familiar voice, turn of phrase who has gone completely ashen pale at the sight of him isn't a cultivator. He can't sense any indication of skill in any of them.

    The instructor is terrified. Despite this, 'Luo Binghe' can see him take a deep breath and literally swallow down that terror, before his brows knit together in an intent frown, leans in towards the nearest student- whose features he saw every day in a stream when he was younger- to tell him in a low, quiet voice to evacuate the room. 'Luo Binghe' does not disabuse him of the notion that his words are unheard...mostly because he's interested to see what this man will do.

    The man, clad in now straightened foreign clothing, in question walks towards him with intent to keep him away from his students. He's unarmed, helpless, knows it quite well...and still does his best to block 'Luo Binghe's view of the children with his own form.

    'Luo Binghe' stares at this room full of (now very terrified students), bemused by the speed with which the boy- clearly his counterpart for this universe- hisses commands to his shaking classmates and quickly hustles them to another door, all the while casting anxious glances back and forth.

    The man in front of him moves to block his view of the children every time he shifts.

    Amused, his lips quirk up at the edges and he shifts from one direction to the other to see if the instructor will continue to try to keep him distracted.

    He does follow. This is quite fun. He leans in forward, matching the instructor's startled and frightened gaze. This close, he can easily hear the teacher's heart pounding fast, like a cornered rabbit's.

    "Yes, you may. What is your name?"

    The teacher's lips compress together, thin, before he speaks. "My name is Shen Yuan." His eyes dart around, taking in the entirety of 'Luo Binghe's form and injuries, before he speaks again. "If you will be willing to sheath your weapon from the time being, I can take you to the infirmary."

    Shen Yuan. Not Shen Qingqiu. And yet...

    'Luo Binghe' is fairly sure that their infirmary will not be able to do much, as they are not cultivators and likely their medicine is inferior. Nevertheless, he smiles, a bare flash of teeth like a wolf's, and sheaths his sword. "Very well."

    Shen Yuan swallows hard, but soldiers on. "I'll trouble you to lean on me for the time being, then, as you will need to keep your weight off your broken leg as much as possible."

    This will be interesting, 'Luo Binghe thinks, as he wraps his good arm around the instructor and leans on him to use him as a crutch. The man in question is stunned by the weight, but walks with him to the infirmary despite the discomfort. His heart has not stopped its rabbit-pace.

    The other classes and their instructors stay inside their 'classrooms', hiding behind their walls and following at 'Luo Binghe' and Shen Yuan as they walk down the hallway with wide eyes.

    The moment the pair is out of sight, there is a rapid, widespread exodus towards the stairways and hopefully, towards the gates of the school to call for armed reinforcements.

    ***
    The infirmary is light and airy. The beds are very soft. The female nurse who is putting 'Luo Binghe's leg in a cast is utterly terrified and shrinking like a wilted flower. The moment she is finished, 'Shen Yuan' once again engages 'Luo Binghe's attention.

    Shen Yuan clearly doesn't want to have to offer, but nevertheless asks if he... has somewhere to stay for the... duration of his injury.

    Clearly, this is an opportunity 'Luo Binghe' can take advantage of. He can already hear the pitter patter of fleeing feet as the rest of the medical staff take this opportunity to flee for their lives.

    "Are you offering to let me stay in your home?" he asks, challenge in his eyes.

    "Yes, if you are willing."
    Challenge accepted.

    There is a stark silence in the school, as Shen Yuan supports him to a door that opens into... a metal box? 'Luo Binghe' frowns.

    "It's an elevator." Shen Yuan judiciously keeps his eyes away from the man who is currently making his knees buckle slightly under the weight. "It will take us to the ground floor and will be easier on you than the stairs."

    Not to mention the more important fact that it will keep him away from anyone else. Shen Yuan figures he can drive him home in his own ancient, rattling clunker and hope that he can get him into the apartment without anyone getting killed. Fortunately, it may be a small, shoebox of a place, but at least he has always had it all to himself.

    IF he's lucky, the man will be willing to stay in there and not... go out. (and endanger everyone else in the building).

    The elevator ride is fraught with tension as the box moves downward. Shen Yuan feels pathetically grateful that he has nothing in his bladder, because otherwise, he might have peed himself by now.

    As could be hoped, the parking lot is empty save for his clunker. A plastic bag rolls across the concrete floor like tumbleweeds roll around the desert of his heart. He would have hoped that the man would have agreed to stay in the back seat, but no. He wants to sit next to the driver's seat where Shen Yuan will be.

    Shen Yuan's heart is filled with inexpressible bitterness and his lips thin again even as he puts the safety belt on the stranger, and then closes the door, going to the driver's seat and starting his rattling car.

    No music. At least the air conditioner works.

    He prays silently inside his heart to every god listening that they don't have to deal with traffic.

    ***
    There is traffic and the stranger has taken to poking at the knobs on his dashboard. Shen Yuan prays inwardly for patience and that the stranger in question- he has not dared to ask his name- will please stop playing with the radio.

    No such luck. He is seemingly easily amused. At least he will have something to do through traffic.

    Shen Yuan considers the odds and decides to get takeout on the way home. If he leaves the man alone, gods only know what will happen.

    He spends most of the ride torn between silently praying and internally screaming.

    ***
    'Luo Binghe' knows exactly what effect he is having on Shen Yuan and he is deliberately provoking him by toying with the knobs or brushing against him to see his response. Watching the long-fingered hands go white-knuckled on the wheel that seemingly directs this horseless carriage to and fro, he gazes at the teacher as cold sweat beads up on the pale skin.

    The carriage is surprisingly comfortable, despite its noise.

    The 'take out' window is apparently a place where people dispense paper boxes of steaming food in exchange for paper money. The teacher pays for plenty and the food is put between them, a tacit invitation for 'Luo Binghe' to eat if he wishes to. Shen Yuan does not look hungry at all.

    The 'radio' plays a surprisingly wide variety of music, and is quite diverting. Finding a speaker and listening to their claims that an entire school was closed down due to what the witnesses say looked to be a serial killer only causes Shen Yuan to go ashen white and stiff again before 'Luo Binghe' twists the dial and finds someone talking about the weather for the next day.

    A second twist of the dial is another announcer declaiming about various events in the city- including the occasional crime.

    A third twist returns it to music.

    "You have not asked my name." 'Luo Binghe' says lightly, following the line of Shen Yuan's throat with his gaze.

    "I was not aware that you were interested in giving it." He replied dryly, before he realized what his tone had just implied and started internally hyperventilating. Shit. Shit! Why did he say that? He can't afford to provoke this man!

    "My name is Luo Binghe." The man smiles at him.

    Shen Yuan gapes at him in gratifying shock, before turning his attention to the steering wheel again at a honk behind him.

    Shen Yuan spends the entire remaining period of the trip trying to convince himself that the name is a coincidence, plenty of people share their names with others, the Luo family is probably big and there may be more than one Luo family out there... squashing the incoherent and probably completely irrational terror that perhaps this person (WHY does he look similar to one of his students, WHY?!) is some kind of horrible evil alternate universe or... or future version of his student.

    (If he only knew.)
    ***
    The 'elevators' are metal boxes that move up and down, very useful for a man with a broken leg and the fellow supporting him. Shen Yuan fiddles with the keys, and opens the cheap wooden door.

    The 'apartment' is not very large. It's quite small in fact, with white walls and sparsely furnished, but relatively clean and Shen Yuan conveys him to the only couch, goes back to close the door behind him, before putting the remaining food which 'Luo Binghe' didn't feel like eating into a dull silver box.

    His gaze darts back and forth, his lips thin and he says, "I'll set up a bath for you." and quickly walks to a tiled room. Soon pleasantly hot water is pouring and Shen Yuan goes back out- like a good host!- to help his guest strip and carefully ease him into the bath.

    He himself takes the... bloody clothes and starts soaping them up and washing them at the sink, avoiding looking at his 'guest'.

    His own suit is probably ruined. His car's seats need scrubbing. The couch will need to be scrubbed. His 'guest' will need new clothes and that pair of casts will need to be redone. Fortunately he is not lacking in medical supplies. Unfortunately, those limbs may take literally months, and he will be lucky if the 'guest' doesn't cause trouble before then.

    They'll either be on take out or he will have to order groceries so he can cook at home.

    His 'guest' wants him to help scrub his back.

    Shen Yuan feels like vomiting blood, but successfully represses the urge and complies.

    This is going to be a loooong set of months.
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    ***
    'Luo Binghe's Adventures Through The Multiverse'
    ***
    Shen Yuan takes off his coat and tosses it to one side to wash at the sink later, because it has blood here and there. He then rolls up his sleeves to his upper arms, and obediently scrubs his guest's back, as requested. He then has to wash his guest's long hair, as is also requested.

    Actually, it is more like being commanded, because 'Luo Binghe' is enjoying the flicker of expression across his host's face as he attempts to keep his face impassive in response to successive inappropriate demands to... put his hands and move the soft washcloth all over his guest's body... and fails miserably. He even directly leans in close in such a way to drip water and splash it all over his host's thin white shirt so that it goes translucent and clings to his host's pale skinned chest, affording him a glimpse of two 'pink fruits'. The trousers were quite a disappointment, though, as their solid black cloth prevented any such sly glimpses.

    'Luo Binghe may be happy with this but his host is feeling the opposite emotion.

    Indeed, Shen Yuan is very much traumatized by this experience. He knows quite well that the man in front of him is probably strong enough to break his neck or break him in half over his knee, okay? Those are muscles like metal over bones like bedrock in there!

    Indeed, he is most unfortunate. His clothes are clinging to him, his guest is... there was no other way to put it, his guest is ogling him, and he is starting to suspect that his guest's leaning against his chest earlier was to cop a feel. His skin crawls and he feels deeply, deeply wronged.

    The moment the guest finally finishes his bath and he can seat him on a chair, hand him first a towel, and then a bathrobe, Shen Yuan heaves an inward sigh of relief.

    He is done. Or, no, wait. He still has to redo the casts he helped the man take off for his bath after helping him dry himself, because, well...broken arm. His reddened lower lip caught between his teeth, he avoids looking at the... inappropriate clothing as much as possible. That set of silk robes is going in the dryer.

    The arm is not so bad, as long as he can try to ignore 'Luo Binghe's gaze on his dripping, clingy shirt. The leg... the leg he has to kneel in front of him for, and the man puts his foot on Shen Yuan's lap while the leg is being wrapped.

    He feels relieved and slightly less hunted when the man finally takes his foot off and he can stand to help him back to the couch.

    Then he has to scrub the couch before settling his guest in. Truly his day is suffering. He spends the next few minutes frantically cleaning off the rest of the traces of blood while he can feel his guest's eyes on his back, and probably since he had to bend over once or twice while cleaning the floor or couch, his ass.

    He tunes out those thoughts as best as he can, in the same way traumatized children cover their ears and go, 'nanananananana' as loud as they can, to avoid facing unpleasant truths.

    Well, the car seat needs a scrub too, but it will have to wait. He needs a bath. His clothes need to be washed. Since he remembers being ogled, he has only one recourse. He has to take everything he needs for his own bath including new clothes, to the bathroom. Which he locks.

    First, he washes his coat. Then strips off and washes the rest of his clothes at that sink, before he bathes himself as quickly and thoroughly as possible, drying himself off as best as he can and shimmying into his underwear and pants at record speed. The shirt, he buttons up even as he tosses everything into the small dryer to dry and prays the silk will be durable enough to withstand it. He's not made of money, okay? Don't ask him to recompense you with goods. For that matter, especially don't ask him to recompense you with his body!

    His guest looks disappointed when he comes out fully dressed. Shen Yuan curses him for this inwardly with great resentment,while keeping an impassive expression up like a shield against the indignities of the world.
    ***
    The meal is awkward even if the host is gracious. It is 'takeout' again, but this time, since Shen Yuan doesn't dare offend his scary guest by asking him to eat leftovers, a delivery boy brings pizza. 'Luo Binghe' having never tasted this before, feels well pleased.

    Shen Yuan weeps inside at the beating his poor defenseless wallet is getting.

    Shen Yuan surreptitiously checks his cellphone for messages and notes with trepidation in his heart that tomorrow his friend, the budding author, Airplane Towards The Sky, intends to meet up with him to discuss the next draft of his novel. He then uses Baidu to ascertain how long it takes a broken human leg and arm to heal.

    Four to ten weeks?!

    He wants to flip a table. Four to ten weeks, don't even consider how much work he will be missing, just think about how badly his bank account will cry, ah? Think about how he will have to make excuses to all his coworkers and his students for not being able to go to class! Think of the look of disappointment on Senior Yue's face when he has to tell him he won't be back for at least two months, ah! What is he to say to Luo Binghe who he promised special tutoring to?!

    What is he supposed to say, 'I'm sorry, I had to take in a fellow who I think is possibly a serial killer and now have to follow him around until his leg and arm is better, because I cannot endanger the police?!'

    He may have to give tutoring anyway and discuss everything with Airplane right here in his apartment. Which is already crowded.

    His stomach shrivels up inside. He has lost his appetite, and picks at his food, feeling supremely unwell.

    He is definitely taking the sofa. The guest can have the bed, Shen Yuan has no intention of being within arm's reach of that man at night.
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    'Luo Binghe' had been profoundly disappointed when his host had courteously ceded him the bed and taken the couch for his own, carrying a pair of pillows and a spare fleece blanket.

    Well. It wasn't like he was planning to leave any time soon. He had plenty of chances.

    ***
    The couch is uncomfortable, but that is not the only reason that Shen Yuan cannot sleep. His mind is full of worries both formless and concrete. He worries for his colleagues. He worries for his friends. He worries for that fucking idiot Airplane, who is considering signing in with that big publishing company to sell his novels. Doesn't that moron know that the company's authors and translators are practically slave labor?! Don't even talk about the crappy promotional practices and web site navigation, the contracts alone already practically pay peanuts for works that would make millions! That's not even counting the translation rights, the movie rights, the television series rights, and all the other forms of making money from novels...Not to mention their tendency to insist that all the other works of the author should also be held by them!

    His idiot author friend is going to get skinned!

    Staring at the ceiling, he finally allows himself to frown deeply.

    How is he to manage this?

    Well, clearly he will have to explain this to him piece by piece. Tomorrow.
    ***
    The next morning, by the time Luo Binghe has awoken, his host is already awake, already bathed, dressed and wearing an apron as he makes scrambled eggs and fried rice with luncheon meat.

    Thanks to the fact that he had bathed early, the circles under his eyes from exhaustion and worry were barely visible.

    The meal is quiet and subdued. 'Luo Binghe' watches with interest as his host visibly screws up the courage and says firmly, clearly presuming on his good manners with all the desperation of a man clutching a chunk of wood floating in the middle of an icy ocean, that he will be tutoring one of his students here in the apartment for the time being and one of his friends will also be coming to discuss a project.

    Being quick on the uptake, 'Luo Binghe' notices that close up his host looks like he's not gotten much sleep.

    Ah. Well, he can afford to be generous. After all, he has no plans of leaving any time soon and while wearing on Shen Yuan's nerves to see what he is made of is amusing, seeing what he is like among other people is also something he has an interest in.

    As he surreptitiously stretches his senses to their full extent and watches his host call person after person on this 'cellphone', speaking in as soft a voice as he can manage, practically hiding in the bathroom, 'Luo Binghe' is starting to put together a picture of his host's personality.

    To his colleagues and students, he is polite and openly apologetic, firmly redirecting them from the topic of yesterday's apparently traumatizing event at the school. It both annoys him and amuses him to hear the fear in their voices as they refer to him as a possible murderer, and ask anxiously if his host is alright. Apparently they assumed he would be injured by now. 'Luo Binghe' is quite annoyed by this. He has no reason to harm or murder his host- not yet anyway. If the man betrays him, then by all means, kill. But for now, he has shown respect and forbearance and been considerate of his injuries.

    To tell the truth, 'Luo Binghe' could heal himself up any time he felt like it, within minutes if he wished. He's just continuing this pretense because he wants to see to the depths of the heart of this 'Shen Yuan'.

    Thus far, he is quite intrigued.

    The hushed conversation with first this world's Yue Qingyuan- he would recognize that voice anywhere- and next his own counterpart in this new world is much more interesting to him. Shen Yuan reassures both 'Senior Yue' and his now near-hysterically worried counterpart over and over again that he is fine. His voice is warm and gentle, coaxing and patient, and 'Luo Binghe' frowns again,feeling his heart pinched. Just why was his counterpart here so warmly treated anyway, when he himself was not treated so kindly by his world's 'Shen Qingqui'?

    Not acceptable! Completely not acceptable!

    The last conversation is the most fascinating. This is probably the first time he has ever truly seen- or rather heard, because Shen Yuan is still hiding in the bathroom- This is the first time he has ever heard Shen Yuan angry.

    The resemblance with Shen QingQui is starkly obvious in the sharpness of his voice as he speaks to this last person, called 'Airplane', to explain that this person had best meet with him this afternoon and don't even THINK of signing any papers. Don't even consider talking to that 'corporation' without Shen Yuan by his side. If he even dares go behind Shen Yuan's back... That tone of voice promises very BAD THINGS.

    Shen Yuan's voice is stunningly familiar, this is barely concealed rage and frustration, this is the sharp edge that causes 'Luo Binghe' to sit up straight and narrow his eyes, sharpening his attention to that thread of sound. Whoever this 'Airplane' is, 'Luo Binghe' wants to meet him.
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    ***

    "Airplane Towards The Sky brother," Shen Yuan's eyes are narrowed, his smile is so angelic you could practically hear the angels singing in the background as he catches sight of his friend in the doorway of the coffee shop on the ground floor of his apartment building.

    Airplane has gone stiff with horror. Ah. Today is a bad day. His editor and translator, the reason he has sold so many v. real, v. original copies here in China and abroad in the english speaking countries, is utterly enraged.

    "Airplane, brother, stop and let’s have a discussion." Shen Yuan croons, his sultry voice causing 'Luo Binghe' to break his mug of hot chocolate unnoticed in the background even as he is laying a friendly arm around his rather freaked out author friend's shoulders, patting his back and pushing him to the table, seating his stiff friend gently but firmly.

    There is an unholy, fervent, fanatical light in his eyes as he leans in closer. It speaks of editorial vengeance. It speaks of a lack of sleep, of working to correct translation spelling, of correcting grammar. It speaks of terror and glory.
    "Fill! Plot holes! Okay!"

    Airplane is both freaked out, terrified and hopelessly aroused. Airplane has a 'why?!' boner again.

    Gods damn it, Shen Yuan.

    ***
    On the other side of the cafe, another demon seated at a table and staring intently at the author, has also broken his mug of coffee, unnoticed.

    Mo Bei Jun has been stranded here for years since his technique went awry, throwing him through dimensions against his will. He cannot say they were all good years or bad years... he has gotten used to this world, reluctantly. It helps that gold is priced so highly that all he has ever had to do is convert his stored gold taels to cash and then throw money at whatever he wants.

    It has taken Mo Bei Jun literally years to hunt down the illusive author, Airplane. He has every one of the young man's books. He has bought signed v. real, v. original dead tree copies, even personally signed copies from various online bookstores.

    He has fumed and glared evilly at each and every single dedication on the flyleaf. Airplane almost always dedicates his novels to,'My one true bro, Peerless Cucumber'.

    It infuriates him beyond coherent words. Who in the hells is Peerless Cucumber and why do the dedications always praise him for being Airplane's steadfast support and the reason that these books are published?! What is this 'steadfast pillar' and 'years of faith' and 'forever working side by side by the light reflected by snow or collected from fireflies'?! It sounds as if this Peerless Cucumber is his little wife at home!

    He took the greatest care to dress up for this meeting. He is currently wearing a sleek, bespoke tailored silk suit in black and charcoal grey that wouldn't be amiss on the silver screen's finest Mafia movies. In his suitcase is a set of the young man's last published novel; one he doesn't have signed copies of, yet.

    And those preparations are currently forgotten as he stares resentfully at Shen Yuan, who is currently waving papers at Airplane.

    What....Oh.

    Apparently he isn't seducing him. The man is simply taking him to task extensively for his newest novel's plot.

    ***
    Shen Yuan's flat look is definitely not promising. Neither is the appearance of the ominous paper fan of editing, as he smiles, without humor. "Haven't you gotten enough skill in naming characters yet?" he asks lightly.

    Airplane (Xiang Tian) is definitely not fooled. The white knuckled grip is all he needs to keep an eye on, to read his editor's real mental state.

    Shen Yuan has reached the state of fury which is almost zen, like a sun may look bright while still being a roiling ball of gas and possibly unending hatred.

    "A-Ah, when you said that I should maybe stop naming male hero characters after you, I did, right?" he says weakly, knowing this is not going to get him off the hook.

    "And then," Shen Yuan smiles sweetly, "you decided to name the female characters after me."

    And several of them were female leads or assorted love interests, too, anything ranging from honorable lady, to harem girl to black bellied miss, huh. It was getting to the point that people were starting to look askance at the typical Wuxia/Xianxia character descriptions of 'jade body' and trying to guess if the real Shen was anything like the characters.

    Naturally, this was not something Shen Yuan wanted to be associated with.

    "Well, to be fair, it isn't your whole name..." Xiang points out, hoping to cover up for his mistake.

    "You have a Shen in every one of your novels. You've used them too often." Shen Yuan's all but grinding his teeth, under that seemingly peaceable expression. "You're forming a pattern and I think you need an intervention."

    To be precise, there was an ongoing debate about who the mysterious Shen was, that their name would be used so often in so many of Airplane's novels. Most people assumed this fabled 'Shen' was Airplane's lover. Some people claimed that you could chart the course of Airplane's relationship with the fabled Shen by looking through the roles 'Shens' played in each novel.

    Naturally Shen Yuan tended to turn ashen pale or slightly green whenever this topic was brought up.

    "Most people would be honored to be cameo'd or have characters named after them, you know." Xiang says reproachfully. It was true, after all. Many fans would gladly donate to patreon or crowdfunding for the chance to be featured in one of Airplane's books, even if the character was to be killed off as cannon fodder. Much less a well developed, attention catching character like a lead.

    "And now, you want to bring in my precious, innocent student's name, too?" A moment's pause. "No." Shen Yuan says firmly, giving Xiang a sharp glare and a flash of teeth in an expression that wasn't a smile.

    "His name would be used for the main character," Xiang tried to soothe Shen Yuan's ruffled feathers.

    "And what were you planning on using mine for, this time?" Shen Yuan asked,with another un-amused baring of teeth.

    "Well, if not the hero or the love interest, maybe the villain!" Xiang smiled back.

    Shen Yuan looked pained, like a little wronged wife confronted with an unjust accusation of adultery. "What did I do to you to deserve that?!"

    Xiang laughed awkwardly. "I-It's not like there's anything wrong with it."

    "Nothing other than gossip fodder." Shen Yuan hissed,knowing full well that the internet's rumor mill would turn this into 'proof of a violent breakup' or something similarly puerile. "No. No, no,no, no. Pick another name. Another set of names. It's time for you to move on and stop giving the internet bad ideas."

    ***
    Well. So that was the fabled Shen that the internet forums talked about.

    Mo Bei Jun frowned as he took in the young man's frame and fair features,knowing full well that he didn't compare badly to him (in fact, he felt himself to be far superior) and feeling rather resentful, even more motivated to catch his favorite author alone.

    ***

    Oh.
    They've moved on to discussing contracts now. Apparently, Airplane desires to have his work published by a certain corporation. The man, apparently Airplane's editor, is fervently against it. Pulling out paper after paper of the contract he has apparently managed to get his hands on, Airplane's editor is animated, feverish as he lays out point after point on each part of the contract's wording.

    Apparently the corporation offering to publish for Airplane plans to take advantage of him to claim all the rights to all his future works.

    According to the editor, the contracts for the company's authors and translators are practically slave labor; paying peanuts for the work done by translators and editors, taking all the author's rights to future merchandising, translation rights, movie rights, drama rights, musical rights for everything the author produces for them or will produce in the future.

    The editor is understandably contemptuous of the idea of even considering such a contract, and is vehemently against it.
    ***
     
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