The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

The nurse repeated with some confusion, "Don't you remember? You fainted during the live broadcast. The landlady who was collecting the electricity bill brought you to the hospital. You've been in a coma for a day and a night."

Live broadcast? Fainted? Yu Tingting? These words exploded in her mind like thunder, making her even more confused.

Memories of the past, Chen Zigui's desperate eyes, Chai Zhen's tyranny, Xia Chenghao's forbearance, Xiao Tuo's gentleness, Yu Lan's loyalty, Xiao Zhi's liveliness... surged in like a tide, yet seemed as ethereal and illusory as mist. Was all this just a dream?

"Who... who am I?" Cen Jiexiao murmured to herself. She felt that her memories were like a tangled mess, which could not be sorted out or cut off.

The past and the present, reality and illusion, are intertwined, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and dreams.

Seeing that she looked dazed, the nurse thought she was suffering from temporary amnesia caused by overwork and hypoglycemia, so she quickly called a doctor.

The doctor gave her a detailed examination, measuring her blood pressure, heart rate, and asking about her medical history.

"How have you been sleeping lately?" the doctor asked.

"I... I don't remember." Cen Jiexiao shook her head blankly.

"Are you experiencing symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, or vomiting?"

"It seems... a bit."

“Are you usually stressed out at work?”

"I...I don't know."

Seeing that she didn't answer the question, the doctor asked some other questions, but Cen Jiexiao still couldn't give a clear answer.

After a series of examinations, the doctor said that she was not seriously ill, but had fainted due to excessive fatigue, and that she would be fine after a few days of rest.

In the next few days, Cen Jiexiao tried hard to adapt to the identity of "Yu Tingting", just like an actor trying hard to integrate into a new role.

Now as an 18th-tier anchor, I sing, dance, and chat with netizens in the live broadcast room every day to earn a meager income.

The live broadcast room is always deserted, with only a few people, and sometimes there is no one at all.

She sang pop songs and danced popular dances on the Internet, trying hard to liven up the atmosphere, but didn't get much response.

Occasionally a few netizens would come in, just casually give a few gifts, and then leave.

She looked at the empty livestream room, feeling powerless. She had once been the head of a prestigious academy, personally appointed by the emperor as the Imperial Academic Envoy, but now...

She looked at herself in the mirror and asked over and over again, "Who are you? Who are you?" The girl in the mirror had a pretty face and a pair of bright eyes, but she lacked the heroism and sharpness she once had.

She is no longer the powerful Cen Jiexiao in ancient times, but an ordinary modern girl, an 18th-tier anchor struggling to make a living.

She tried to recall what happened before she fainted, but she couldn't remember anything. She only remembered that night, she was live-streaming, singing an ancient song, and then her vision went black and she lost consciousness. When she woke up again, she came to this strange world.

She tried hard to grasp some fragments of memory, but was still unable to piece together the complete picture.

She only remembered that she was broadcasting live that night, and then her memory got stuck there, like a movie suddenly interrupted, leaving her feeling confused and at a loss.

Was this really a dream? She couldn't help but ask herself.

But how could the dream be so real? She remembered the fighting on the battlefield, the intrigues in the palace, and the vivid faces of those who had crossed her path. Their every smile, every word, every action was deeply imprinted in her mind.

It was all too real, so real that she couldn't believe it was just a dream.

In order to find the answer, Cen Jiexiao began to search for novels and forums about time travel on the Internet, hoping to find some clues, some clues that could explain her current situation.

She entered keywords such as "time travel", "ancient times", "modern times", "soul travel", and "wearing", and browsed various posts and articles.

She found that there were many different opinions on the Internet. Some said it was soul travel, that the soul traveled to another person's body; some said it was body travel, that the body traveled to another time and space; and some said it was just a dream, a dream that was too real.

These statements made her even more confused, and she didn't know which situation she belonged to.

She didn't know who she was or where she should go.

She began to become silent and often sat alone by the window in a daze, with ancient fragments constantly flashing in her mind. The glory and sorrow of the past flashed before her eyes like a movie.

One evening, she started her livestream as usual. The room was still deserted, with only a few scattered viewers. She sang and danced, trying hard to appear cheerful, but she knew her smile was forced and her heart was empty.

Suddenly, a familiar ID appeared in the live broadcast room.

Seeing this ID, Cen Jiexiao's heart skipped a beat. This ID, Chen Zigui!

"Sister Xiao, are you okay?"

She trembled as she typed, "Who are you?"

The other party quickly replied: "It's me, Sister Cen!"

Seeing these two words, Cen Jiexiao's tears almost flowed out. She didn't know whether this was a dream or reality, she only knew that she missed him, missed him very much.

"How do you know my last name is Cen!" She couldn't wait to type this line.

The other party replied: "I also know about your past at Zhaoyin Academy."

Seeing this, Cen Jiexiao's heart sank. Zhaoyin Academy, that was a place where only she and Chen Zigui had shared memories.

Could it be that he is really Chen Zigui?

She wanted to ask more, but the person had already left the live broadcast room and was offline.

"Who is he? Is he really Chen Zigui? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" She asked herself and answered herself, her heart full of contradictions and struggles.

Seeing that the other person was offline, Cen Jiexiao slumped in her chair in despair. She recalled every detail of her time in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and her time with Chen Zigui. The joys and sorrows flooded back like a tide. Unable to hold back any longer, she burst into tears, her vision blurred.

The audience in the live broadcast room comforted her and asked her what was wrong and whether she had encountered any difficulties. She shook her head weakly and turned off the live broadcast.

She felt like a person trapped in a maze, unable to find the exit or the direction.

Just then, her cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" She answered the phone tremblingly.

"Hello, Miss Yu, I'm the CEO of Chen Group. Mr. Chen wants to see you."

"Which Mr. Chen?" she asked anxiously.

"Mr. Chen Zigui! Please wait a moment. Mr. Chen is coming over. I'll give him the phone!"

Cen Jiexiao was full of doubts. Before she could digest the information, she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the phone, saying softly, "Sister Cen, long time no see!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was like a thunderclap, exploding in Cen Jiexiao's ears.

"Big Brother!"

Whether Cen Jiexiao or Yu Tingting experienced a dream or a real time travel becomes confusing because of the appearance of a CEO of Chen Group with the same name as Chen Zigui.

What will become of the Zhaoyin Academy's future? What will become of the interactions between Chen Zigui, Chai Zhen, Xiao Tuo, Xia Chenghao, and Cen Jiexiao? Is Yu Lan safe? Can Xiao Zhi manage Zhaoyin Academy successfully? Will the Empress Dowager's faction be overthrown by Emperor Chai Zhen?

Cen Jiexiao (Yu Tingting) will give the answer later.

The book is finished!