After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

The camera crew, following the director’s instructions, had halted their operations.

The live audience also noticed the change in camera angles and unanimously commented, ‘

[Am I crazy for actually believing that Si Fuqing could summon rain?]

[My mom asked me why I was looking at the sky.]

[Does Si Fuqing do anything other than these eye-catching stunts? Forget about parabolic equations and high school stuff; if you’re so good at math, tell us about singularities.]

[Nice face, but she might be a bit crazy.]

[So there is a script between the show and Si Fuqing, right? Like the question just now; could the crew really play along if she did that on a whim?]

[If you could single-handedly bring ‘Youth With You’ to 50 million views, the crew would play along with you too. [smile]]

Growing increasingly impatient with the lack of a proper challenge and overshadowed by Si Fuqing, Lin Qingyan said, “Teacher Si, let’s move to the next location. There are other notes—”

Si Fuqing suddenly looked up, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly. With her right hand, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh.” The gaze that followed was like an overwhelming tidal wave of pressure.

Lin Qingyan felt as though her heart had been struck; her thoughts went blank, and she was rendered speechless.

Li Jingchen also frowned, “Si Fuqing, can you stop being superstitious?” Si Fuqing had a knack for ruining things.

Just when he had started to change his previously fixed opinions about her, she ruined it again, diminishing any goodwill he had for her.

“Alright,” Si Fuqing said, unbothered. She tossed the ash of the talisman she held into the air and took out an umbrella. “I suggest you all open an umbrella. If you get soaked later, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She opened the umbrella, shielding both her and Lu Ningsheng underneath it.

Lu Ningsheng was quite curious, “Will it really rain?

Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly, “If I say it will, it will.”

The trainees also gathered around as instructed, looking somewhat bewildered.

Only Xie Yu calmly took an umbrella from his bag, opened it, and held it over his head.

He turned to Xu Xiyun, “Do you want one?”

“No need!” Xu Xiyun waved his hand, “The Son of Light could never be defeated by mere rain!”

Xie Yu pinched the bridge of his nose.

In the car, the director hesitated, “Should we distribute some umbrellas?”

What if it really rained?

The assistant director, ‘

So they’ve really been scared by Teacher Si?

The producer waved his hand, “Distribute them. Whether they use them or not is up to them.”

He was in the car anyway, he wouldn’t get wet.

The director nodded, signaling the staff to distribute umbrellas.

Quite a few people took them; they were useful for blocking the sun anyway.

Lu Yan outright refused.

Praying for rain?Absurd.

Lin Qingyan, who had also declined, now looked even colder, “Teacher Si, whether or not you have a grudge against me is irrelevant. Why waste everyone’s time here waiting?

[Yeah, can Si Fuqing please stop causing trouble!]

[So what if she does? I enjoy looking at Si Fuqing’s breathtaking beauty; the longer she stalls, the longer I get to look.]

The chat was in a heated debate.

Si Fuqing even had the leisure to open a bottle of coke. “It’s not going to rain,” Lin Qingyan scoffed, “Carrying an umbrella like it—”

Before she could finish her sentence, suddenly— “Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh—”

A torrential downpour fell from the sky.

A gusty wind howled, knocking down a billboard ahead.

Lin Qingyan was instantly soaked through.

The set went quiet, save for the sound of the rain.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, forming a thick layer.

The live chat froze.

Everyone was like, ‘ .

It took more than ten seconds for people to gradually snap out of it.

[What the hell? Is this real?]

[I’m in Lin City, I just received a severe rainstorm alert on my phone!!!]

[Holy crap, this is unbelievable! I’m speechless!]

[Si Fuqing said she’d summon rain, and she actually did???]

[There’s no way this level of rainfall is artificial; the production team can’t do this!]

[How the hell did she do it? Amazing!] [Plop, Daddy, I shouldn’t have mocked you.]

The people on the set were dumbfounded.

Xu Xiyun timidly took shelter under Xie Yu’s umbrella.

He was a zealous teenager that loved anime, yes.

But why did his worldview keep crumbling ever since he met Teacher Si?