Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

When Lin Shuyue opened the window, she saw a point of light with a golden tail flame suddenly rise from the open space in the small park not far away.

Then...

Boom!

In the deep night sky, a beam of light gently burst open, instantly dispelling the cold night.

The dazzling fireworks bloomed like flowers in the sky.

One, two, three...

A hundred flowers bloom.

They weren't the kind of grand fireworks that vanish in an instant, but rather a rain of flowers woven from gold and silver starlight, a flowing galaxy, a swirling nebula.

The trails of brilliant fire streaked across the sky, fountains spewed silver trees of light from the ground, and fireworks bloomed gently in the low sky, scattering dreamlike specks of light.

It is dotted with large swaths of soft pink light, making it as romantic as a fairy tale.

The dazzling light instantly caught Lin Shuyue's eye.

The girl instantly forgot to breathe.

The whole world seemed to quiet down, leaving only the dazzling Milky Way in the night sky that belonged to her alone.

The gentle pink glow shone on her fair and delicate face, and also illuminated her slightly parted lips.

The light and shadow of the fireworks danced and shimmered in my clear pupils, like crushed stars or lit sparks, a breathtaking sight.

In the small park downstairs, passersby who were strolling and chatting were also attracted by this sudden beauty and stopped to look up.

Wow! What beautiful fireworks!

A young girl exclaimed in surprise, saying sweetly to her boyfriend beside her, "Baby, look! This must have been specially put out for some girl, otherwise who would choose such a pink one?"

"I'm so envious! What kind of girl could someone set off such a romantic fireworks display just for her?"

Every sentence contained no desire, yet every sentence implied a desire.

Don't ask, the answer is always the same: you can't guess what a girl is thinking.

The boyfriend, a little embarrassed by what he'd been told, scratched his head and said, half-promising, half-coaxing, "Okay, okay, don't be envious. I'll buy you some later, let's get some together, okay?"

"Honey, you're so good to me!" The girl hugged her boyfriend and gave him a kiss.

They instantly became very affectionate.

Standing by the window, Lin Shuyue could clearly hear the conversation between the couple downstairs.

"This... was it specially placed for me by Lu Qian?"

The thought, like a magical little hammer, gently tapped on her still aching heart.

A warm current instantly flowed through my body, washing away my unhappiness.

Watching the pink fireworks continuously blooming in the night sky, I couldn't help but smile.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and even the tip of her small nose was tinged with joy.

What girl doesn't love romantic pink?

What girl doesn't like a boy's favoritism?

Lu Qian's fireworks display satisfied both of these needs at once, completely winning over Lin Shuyue.

Frame by frame, the scenes of playful banter with Lu Qian played out in my mind like a movie.

There was Lu Qian's smiling face as a child, handing her a lollipop; his back as he chased away the bullies who were harassing her in elementary school; and the chocolates he fed her in middle school...

Those warm moments shared with childhood sweethearts become incredibly clear under the glow of the fireworks.

As the last glimmer of pink light gently dissipated into the night, the night sky returned to tranquility, leaving only scattered starlight on the ground.

Lin Shuyue finally came to her senses from this brief but grand romantic ceremony.

She subconsciously looked down at the phone she was holding.

The screen was still lit, and a new message lay there quietly, sent at the very moment the fireworks were at their most dazzling.

[Lu Qian: How is it, my little princess? Do you like the gift I gave you?]

Upon seeing this reply, Lin Shuyue burst out laughing.

This jerk only knows how to make himself happy.

But...

The girl seemed to be thinking of something again, and the smile on her pretty face deepened.

His fingers flew across the screen as he replied:

Hmph, I'll give you a passing grade.

……

……

As soon as Lu Qian saw the first firework successfully rise into the sky and illuminate the Lin family's small building, he nimbly flipped over, mounted the ghost fire, and made a quick getaway.

There was already a ban on setting off fireworks in the city, and if he had fled any later, he probably would have been caught by the city management officers.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"

A smug smile played on Lu Qian's lips.

You little brat, see if your big brother can't mess with you.

He only slowed down slightly by the roadside after leaving the fireworks display far behind.

He took out his phone.

I immediately saw Lin Shuyue's reply, which had a smug little expression on it.

"Ha, girls are so easy to coax."

"A few cheap fireworks can make them happy all night long. They're even more like Shen Youchu than Shen Youchu herself."

Lu Qian chuckled and shook his head, sighing with delight.

The pure joy of adolescence is something even this reborn individual with the soul of an older man can't help but reminisce about.

This era is truly wonderful.

After a while, he returned home.

After dinner, I returned to my room.

At this moment, night has completely fallen outside the window.

Lu Qian didn't start doing his homework right away, but instead turned on his computer.

He had promised the music teacher at the school that he would send over the design and script for his short play, and he couldn't go back on his word now.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, then I typed a title:

"The 18-Year-Old Mistress Arrives, Restoring Family Glory"

Lu Qian remembered that before he transmigrated, this short drama series had already surpassed 10 billion views, a feat that was comparable to most hit dramas.

If this show were brought to the present world, it would have great potential for development.

Having been reborn, of course we're going to focus on short dramas!

"You can criticize this show for being absurd, but you can't deny that it's entertaining!"

"As long as it's entertaining, people will watch, and there will be a market. This is an eternal and unchanging theorem!"

He was very certain of this.

Having experience in film and television production in my previous life, I understand the market. Now, with resources from the school, the timing, location, and people are all in place, making it not too difficult to film this drama.

Compared to traditional TV dramas, the cost of producing short dramas is negligible.

He quickly used his memories from his previous life and his internet savvy to type out the core story setting, character biographies, and the most crucial and eye-catching script for the first three episodes.

The script is incredibly imaginative, to the point of being illogical, but the premise of a scientist from the Republican era traveling into the body of an 18-year-old girl from his own family in the future manages to fill in these gaps.

The plot is fast-paced, with intense conflicts and frequent plot twists, making it highly engaging.

"Done!"

After finishing these tasks, Lu Qian checked the three documents with satisfaction.

Then I opened the messaging app and found the contact person whose contact name was "Wen Nian".

He dragged the first three episodes of the script for "The 18-Year-Old Grandma Arrives, Rebuilding Family Glory" into the chat window.

[Lu Qian: Good evening, Professor Wen. This document is the opening script of the short drama project I mentioned to you today. You can take a look if you have time. [clasped hands][clasped hands]]

Click to send.

A notification sound indicating successful message delivery was heard.

After sending the message, Lu Qian leaned back in his chair, picked up his water glass, took a sip, and pondered Wen Nian's reaction after seeing these things.

Based on his understanding of Teacher Wen's personality, he should be interested.

He waited for a few minutes but received no reply.

"Maybe he's busy?" Lu Qian thought to himself, and casually opened a webpage to browse the news.

Ten more minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

"Hmm? Is he taking a shower?" He checked the time; it wasn't too late.

Then I started doing my homework.

Twenty minutes have passed.

An hour has passed.

The chat window still only showed his lone message and the attachment he had sent.

The other end seemed to have vanished without a trace, not even a "typing..." message appeared.

Lu Qian's relaxed and expectant expression gradually froze, and his brows furrowed slightly.

I'm starting to realize that something's not right.

"Wait, what's the date today?"

He seemed to remember something.