Chapter 13: I Am the Ancestor of Thunder!

"A streamer?"

"Lin Nan is a minor internet celebrity?"

"But what does 'roleplaying as a god' mean?"

Seeing their classmates looking over with curiosity, the girl gave a brief explanation.

By now, the students in Class 3 of the freshman year, and even those in the surrounding classes, all knew that Lin Nan was an internet celebrity.

Consequently, everyone became deeply interested in him.

It turned out that quite a few people had actually watched Lin Nan’s streams.

Perhaps due to local recommendations, students from other classes had recognized him as well.

Wang Yue had wanted to chat with Lin Nan for a bit, but she was discouraged by the chattering crowd of curious people gathering around him.

She had no choice but to sit behind Lin Nan and listen quietly.

"I never expected there to be an internet celebrity among us freshmen!"

"Brother, that’s awesome! When other people do cosplay, they pick celebrities or famous figures, but you went straight to playing a god! That’s at least a few levels above them."

Lin Nan smiled and said

"Don't put me on such a high pedestal."

"I didn't intend to play a god at first; it was all the netizens' suggestions."

Wang Chengyu also chimed in

"That's right, Brother Nan's stream is all about 'the immortal pointing the way'—he’s just incredibly good at taking advice!"

"And you have to admit, he’s got the looks for it. Other streamers might want to play a god, but their physical conditions wouldn't allow it! Wouldn't you agree?"

"Hahahaha!"

With a few words, Wang Chengyu made everyone laugh, letting them briefly forget the agony of military training.

Although Lin Nan’s "identity" had been exposed on the very first day of training, thanks to this incident, the three of them in his dorm quickly hit it off with their classmates.

The break ended quickly, and the painful training struck again.

As the sun set.

When the first day of military training ended, almost everyone could only shuffle back to the dorms.

Lin Nan was thankful that he had asked his viewers for leave yesterday, saying he would stream again the following night.

Otherwise, in this state, let alone playing a god with an awe-inspiring, dignified temperament, he would have been better suited to play a refugee.

After lying like a corpse for the night, Lin Nan finally felt a bit better.

...

Time flew by.

The next five days allowed everyone to gradually adapt to the intensity of the training.

Even Wang Chengyu had transformed from a big, white, chubby guy into a big, dark, chubby guy, and he looked a size thinner. His fat had firmed up significantly, and in just a few days, some of that flab had turned into solid muscle.

After the military training ended on the sixth day, Lin Nan hurriedly ate dinner and rushed back to the dorm.

He hadn't had time to hire a makeup artist these past few days, so he had been doing it himself, following his own lead.

It was like painting, and Lin Nan actually had some talent in that regard.

Applying the same makeup repeatedly had allowed him to become quite skilled at it.

Once he was fully dressed and ready, he started the stream.

"Good evening, everyone."

"Today, we will continue painting the Qilin mount."

Lin Nan stood to the side, holding his ritual implement, his expression solemn.

Wang Chengyu and Jiang Tao acted as the painters, following the netizens' suggestions as they used brushes to color the inflatable Qilin.

【Wouldn't it be better if the Qilin's horns were golden yellow? Streamer, look at this picture of the deity statue.】

【Gold definitely goes better with the primary colors of red and blue. I vote for golden yellow too.】

Lin Nan tallied the votes, and indeed, more people voted for golden yellow.

*Wheeeeeeeet!*

Just as Lin Nan was about to say something, he heard a sharp whistle.

The three of them changed expressions simultaneously upon hearing the whistle and looked at each other!

The military training over the past few days had conditioned them into a reflex.

Everyone understood immediately what this one long and five short whistle blasts meant.

"Holy crap! Emergency assembly?!"

Wang Chengyu still had his paintbrush in his hand; he lunged to the window and looked down.

Sure enough, he saw Zhang Yong and the other instructors standing straight downstairs, whistles in their mouths, waiting for the students to assemble with stern expressions.

"It really is the instructors!"

Hearing this, Jiang Tao looked at Lin Nan with a worried expression.

"The assembly whistle has blown; we have to be down there in five minutes. There's no time to change clothes."

"We’re fine, we’re just wearing normal T-shirts and shorts."

"Old Lin, what are you going to do about that outfit?"

Lin Nan looked helplessly at his "Lei Zu" (Thunder Ancestor) costume. With no time to find a better solution, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the phone from the stand, and walked toward the door while holding it.

"If it's a blessing, it's not a curse; if it's a curse, you can't avoid it."

"Let's go, or we'll definitely be punished if we don't assemble in time!"

Following Lin Nan's lead, Wang Chengyu and Jiang Tao dropped their brushes and ran out with him.

Their dorm was on the third floor. Time was tight, and Lin Nan didn't even have time to explain the situation to his viewers as he sprinted downstairs with his phone.

This assembly whistle had caused all the freshmen in the building to run out as if their lives depended on it.

The experience of being punished for the slightest mistake during training had subconsciously habituated them to follow orders.

Although their training time had been short, under this sudden assembly whistle, all the freshmen managed to reach the ground floor within five minutes—the girls' dorm was no exception. This was fully acknowledged by all the instructors.

However, Lin Nan’s flashy outfit, the makeup on his face, and his solemn, dignified temperament caused the students at the scene to glance repeatedly toward the formation where Class 3 was standing.

But the students only dared to look furtively; they didn't dare to whisper, fearing that the instructors would catch them as an example.

The three of them didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Given his attire, if he were caught during military training—aside from the offense of not wearing the uniform—his eccentric costume would definitely lead the instructors to single him out for a "full set of punishments."

So, when Zhang Yong’s gaze swept toward where Lin Nan was standing, Wang Chengyu and the other, who were closest to him, broke out in a cold sweat.

*Tap, tap, tap...*

However, the thing they feared most was exactly what happened.

As Lin Nan and the others grew nervous, Zhang Yong actually walked step by step toward his direction.

Lin Nan could only pray in his heart, hoping not to be made an example of by the instructor.

He didn't want to do push-ups on the playground in this outfit.

Besides, he hadn't even had time to turn off the stream.

Was he really going to do push-ups as the Thunder Ancestor in front of the netizens in his chat?

No, absolutely not!

That would be a disgrace to the Thunder Ancestor!

Sure enough, Zhang Yong stopped right in front of Lin Nan.

Under Lin Nan’s nervous gaze, Zhang Yong curiously looked him up and down, examining the unique costume.

If he remembered correctly, this student had been mistaken for a faculty member on the very first day he arrived at the school.

And the Lin Nan before him, with his complete costume and styling, looked as if he had walked right out of a myth.

He had heard that he was an internet celebrity who streamed as a god, and he had assumed it was just for fun, but he hadn't expected the look to be so convincing.

So, Zhang Yong asked

"Lin Nan, right?"

Lin Nan’s reflex was to answer, but for some reason, as the words reached his lips, they suddenly shifted into a divine tone.

"My mortal vessel is Lin Nan, but I am the Thunder Ancestor in this guise!"

Once the words were out, there was no taking them back. Lin Nan’s heart skipped a beat.

As expected, one must maintain the persona when playing a god, otherwise, the Thunder Ancestor himself wouldn't be pleased.