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On the island in the early morning, sunlight filters through the coconut leaves and falls on the courtyard of the seashell house, while the sea breeze is salty and refreshing.

The live stream started promptly at 8:00 AM.

Even on a weekend morning, the number of online users surged, breaking the six million mark in just three minutes.

Half of the netizens stayed up all night listening to "The Ordinary Road" on repeat until their eyes were red, while the other half got up early, eager to see what Lin Yan, the ancestor who holds the ultimate salted fish card, would do today.

"Squeak."

Lin Yan, wearing brightly colored floral shorts and flip-flops, yawned as she pushed open the door.

Before I could even rub the boogers off my eyes, a huge face suddenly loomed right in front of me.

"Lin Shen! You're awake! How did you sleep last night? Did the sea breeze give you a migraine?"

Lin Yan shuddered in fright, leaned back half a step, and squinted to take a closer look.

Good guy.

Standing in front of him, holding a basin, was none other than Chen Yu, the top center of the boy band who had been making sarcastic remarks and trying to climb over him to the top just yesterday.

At this moment, Chen Yu's slicked-back hair from yesterday was completely gone. He now sported a neatly combed hairstyle and wore a faded T-shirt from the production team.

The most outrageous thing was that he was holding a basin filled with warm water in both hands, and a brand new white towel was draped steadily over his shoulders.

That fawning manner made him look exactly like a newly appointed landlord's foolish son and number one lackey.

Lin Yan looked him up and down: "Did you get your brain squeezed by a door?"

"Absolutely not!" Chen Yu stood ramrod straight, his eyes shining like two large searchlights.

He tossed and turned for half the night.

He may be a good-for-nothing, but he's not stupid.

He knew perfectly well how valuable "The Ordinary Road" was.

What's the point of Xingyao Entertainment spending 30 million to promote him? Compared to this master who can casually write masterpieces, he's just trash.

If you can't beat them, then join them on the spot!

By broadening your perspective, you can avoid many detours!

As long as he can latch onto Lin Shen, whose leg is thicker than a water tank, even a little bit of soup he spills will be enough for him to live on for a lifetime.

Who does Xingyao think he is? Lin Yan is the real father!

"Lin Shen, from today onwards, I will take care of all your daily needs on the island." Chen Yu handed over the washbasin with a devout expression.

"Please wash up first; breakfast is already set out. Hand-ground coffee, half-sweet with ice, all made to your liking."

The live stream chat went completely crazy:

[Holy crap, am I seeing things? This is Chen Yu? The top-tier heartthrob who goes out with eight bodyguards clearing the way?]

[Yesterday she was a scheming, manipulative woman, today she's seamlessly switched to being the Grand Eunuch?]

[Chen Yu: As long as I kneel down fast enough, the haters can't catch me! This is incredible!]

[The CEO of Xingyao is probably having a heart attack in his office. He spent 30 million to promote someone to the center position, only to have them serve his arch-rival water for washing his face. He's rolling in money!]

Lin Yan was speechless after being outmaneuvered by this move.

I thought this kid was going to cause trouble again today, but he just slid in and apologized.

"Alright."

Lin Yan took the towel and wiped her face haphazardly.

If someone is eager to serve you, it would be foolish not to enjoy it.

Walking into the courtyard, the square table was laden with breakfast.

Teacher He and Chef Huang looked at Chen Yu, who followed Lin Yan around like a ghost, serving tea and water, and exchanged bewildered glances.

Shen Qingqiu almost spat out her milk after taking a sip; she looked at Lin Yan as if he were an alien.

Lin Yan shrugged, plopped down, and took a sip of his iced coffee.

"Don't look at me, the child blessed himself in the middle of the night."

Chen Yu immediately puffed out his chest: "That's right! I've finally seen the light! I was blind before. Last night's rendition of 'The Ordinary Road' gave my soul a real massage! From now on, Brother Lin is my half-brother. Anyone who dares to slander Brother Lin, I'll be the first to go through the internet and bite them to death!"

Shen Qingqiu's shoulders trembled as he suppressed a laugh; this kid's survival instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm was practically maxed out.

While eating breakfast, Lin Yan took out his phone and casually opened the Qihang Chinese website backend.

Upon seeing this, they were completely stunned.

The backend data for "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" is not just "exploding," it's a complete revival of spiritual energy.

It has over 10 favorites, over 20 recommendation votes, and several pages of silver-level donations.

The comment section was filled with skyscrapers, but the style of the comments section had a strange feel to it.

The style of the average reader is like this:

[You incomplete writer! Why don't you even write what the blood corpse actually looks like?!]

[Please, please update! I'd trade my ex-boyfriend's ten years of single life for you to write 20,000 words!]

However, interspersed among these comments are a few "hardcore long reviews" that have received a lot of likes:

[User "Huaxia Laonong": Hello author. The Luoyang shovel method for soil color identification mentioned in the article, as well as the description of the early Warring States period tomb structure, demonstrates extremely high professional precision. The proverb "To find the dragon, look at the winding mountains" has never been publicly disclosed before. Does the author have any field archaeological experience? Would you mind leaving your contact information to discuss this further?]

[User "Digging to the Bottom": Stop pretending! The method used to break that anti-theft firestone array is exactly the same as the looter's hole found in the Nanshan Tomb in Luoyang last month! Confess, who are you?]

A long string of replies followed:

Holy crap, this novel has attracted the attention of the national team?!

[Ten years to start! The author should hurry up and turn himself in after finishing this and try to get leniency.]

Lin Yan almost lost his composure when he saw these two comments.

Those old academics in the national team really have their eyes on him.

But want to check his IP address? As a time traveler, he has long since taken network protection to the extreme; even a god couldn't trace him.

He slowly replied to a pinned comment.

[Mojin Captain: Don't get excited, everyone. This is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Join us tonight at 8 PM sharp to see what kind of zombie lies in the Seven Star Coffin. PS: Updates are slow because I'm on vacation on an island, and the internet is lagging. Don't worry.]

After sending the reply, I turned off my phone and kept my achievements hidden.

An archaeological research institute located far away in Beijing.

Old Sun stared at the phrase "purely fictional" on the screen and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Fake? You're kidding me! Take screenshots of what this person said and analyze them word by word! He said he was on vacation on an island? Immediately have the tech department check for high-frequency communication IPs that have recently been to islands!"

Just as the entire internet was going crazy over the catchy song and "The Lost Tomb", the broken loudspeaker in the Conch House blared.

Director Wang stood at the door with a megaphone, watching Chen Yu fawningly massaging Lin Yan's shoulders, and suddenly everything went black.

This show can't be filmed anymore.

A top idol in a boy band has been reduced to a foot massage assistant at a bathhouse.

"Ahem! Attention, everyone." Director Wang forced himself to remain calm. "Today's task: beachcombing!"

"The production team has prepared the tools. Everyone needs to go to the Moon Bay reef area to find seafood during low tide. All your catch can be exchanged for points at market price. Whether you can have a big lunch depends entirely on your skills!"

After saying that, Director Wang changed the subject, staring at Lin Yan with deep resentment.

"Since Lin Yan won the 'exemption from labor card' yesterday, Mr. Lin can skip this beachcombing trip and continue to be your salted fish in the yard."

Teacher He and Chef Huang quickly put on their straw hats and picked up buckets and shovels.

Shen Qingqiu also changed into sun protection clothing, ready to make a big splash.

Chen Yu, patting his chest with great enthusiasm, said, "Brother Lin! You can rest easy! I'll turn the beach upside down and get you a king crab to try!"

Lin Yan stretched out a big yawn and slowly stood up from the recliner.

"My bones are numb from lying down, and they're a bit stiff."

He wandered to the corner of the wall and casually picked up a red plastic bucket.

He then turned and went into the kitchen, where he took a bag of salt and a long-handled pair of fire tongs.

"Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to go for a walk on the beach to digest my food."

"No need, no need! Lin Shen, please sit down!" Chen Yu said urgently.

"Alright, alright, go find me a straw hat." Lin Yan rolled her eyes at him.

Chen Yu instantly became obedient, ran into the house, grabbed the largest straw hat, and put it on Lin Yan with both hands.

Behind the monitor, Director Wang watched this scene and sneered.

Beachcombing? That's not just digging aimlessly in mud pits.

City dwellers without much experience can only catch a few tiny crabs the size of a fingernail at the beach. What kind of splash can they make?

He even brought a bag of salt? What's this kid planning to do? Catch a seagull on the beach and marinate it right there? He's just pretending to know what he's talking about!

"Let's go."

Lin Yan carried the small, tattered bucket and strolled out of the yard.