After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Since the Lin Muxue of this timeline had never started writing novels after the college entrance exams, her previous works simply didn’t exist here.

As a “broke-but-beautiful” woman currently drowning in debt, Lin Muxue chose the path of least resistance: she decided to “plagiarize” herself. She would port her own successful works from her original world into this one.

Because she had already written them, she didn’t need a detailed outline. She just sketched out a framework, pulled the character dynamics from the depths of her memory, and began typing the prose.

Rewriting old text lacked the spark of original creation, but it spared her the headaches of structural planning and logic puzzles. Once she started, she lost track of time—until her phone erupted with a voice call notification.

Expecting another “girlfriend,” she was surprised to see the caller ID: “Producer Choco A-chan.”

The moment she picked up, a voice hissed in a panicked, low-key scream: “Mu Qianshan! Are you standing us up again? Don’t tell me you haven’t recorded the dry lines yet!”

For a split second, Lin Muxue felt like she was back in her original world, being harassed by her demanding editor. Then reality snapped back. “Mu Qianshan” was the online handle used by Lin Muxue No. 2 in the CV (Voice Acting) circle.

Ah, yes. There was a memory of this.

But having done zero work, Lin Muxue could only offer… silence.

Silence, as they say, is an ill omen.

Choco A-chan sounded like she was on the verge of a breakdown. “Big sister! Gorgeous! You promised the lines today! You’re the only one left! The post-production team has already started working!!!”

The sheer tragedy in the girl’s voice made Lin Muxue feel genuinely guilty. She frowned and bit her lip, whispering tentatively, “I… I’ll record them right now.”

Choco A-chan: “…!!!”

She really hasn’t started!

At this moment, Choco A-chan was filled with regret. The rumors were true: Mu Qianshan was as unreliable as a paper umbrella in a hurricane. She had been too naive, falling in love with the raw demo on Mu Qianshan’s homepage and ignoring all warnings from her peers.

The character was the “Stuffy Beauty Master.” While not the lead, she was a fan favorite. If they messed this up, Choco A-chan would never get another adaptation license from a top author again.

But it was too late to recast. She could only swallow her rage and offer desperate encouragement. “Mu Qianshan-sensei, we’re really running out of time! We need time for editing, full-frequency checks, and retakes!”

She added, “We’re doing a high-end ‘Code Promo’ for this drama. Your name will be right there on the main CV list.”

A “Code Promo” involved beautifully coded forum posts with graphics, far more prestigious than a simple text announcement in a chat group. For an “old transparent” like Mu Qianshan, it was a rare opportunity.

If the original Lin Muxue No. 2 were here, she’d be dreaming of overnight fame. But for the current Lin Muxue, the prestige meant nothing. She only processed two facts:

1. The project was too far along to change actors.

2. The role was important, and she needed to be professional.

“I understand,” Lin Muxue said softly. “I will send you the dry lines by 7:00 PM tonight. Please check them immediately. If they aren’t right, contact me, and we’ll finish the retakes by 9:30 PM.”

She paused and added sincerely, “I apologize for the delay and for causing your team so much trouble.”

Choco A-chan: “Huh???”

The woman on the phone sounded… different. Polished. Considerate.

“Is there anything else?” Lin Muxue asked helpfully.

“N-no! It’s just… thank you! I really do love your voice! Just hearing you talk now makes me feel like you are the Beauty Master!”

Lin Muxue felt the weight of that trust. “Thank you. I’ll do my best. Please don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes.”

…

Cramming for the Role

After hanging up, Lin Muxue felt a surge of adrenaline. She had watched professional voice actors work in her previous life, and she began digging through the “Voice Acting” memories stored in her brain.

She was good at “mental filing.” Any book she’d read or knowledge she’d skimmed was stored in a vast library in her mind. She spent an hour in high-intensity study, searching for famous audio dramas to analyze while mapping out her predecessor’s professional skills.

By the time she finished, her face was paler than usual, her eyes slightly glazed. This method of learning was mentally taxing.

However, it worked.

She quickly opened her new author profile on “Green Dog Literature,” uploaded three chapters of her “new” novel, and then switched to her recording software. She hooked up the condenser mic and studied the script Choco A-chan had sent.

It was a classic Xianxia (Cultivation) story. The character, the “Beauty Master,” was the world’s greatest beauty—but she was rigid, stern, and strictly followed every rule.

Out of curiosity, Lin Muxue played the “Natural Voice” demo on her predecessor’s profile.

Ten seconds later…

Lin Muxue: “…”

Do people in the CV circle just… like talking through their noses?

The voice was technically “natural,” but it felt forced. There was only one word for it: Pretentious. It was a natural “Cold Top” (cool/dominant) voice trying too hard to sound elegant and regal, ending up sounding arrogant and “greasy.”

It was already past 4:00 PM. Time was a luxury.

Lin Muxue didn’t have time for a mid-life crisis. She quickly searched the original novel for the Master’s scenes, cleared her mind of all distractions, and sat before the microphone with a meticulous, professional heart.

I’ve maintained professional standards for twenty-six years, she thought. I cannot let the ball drop now.